You hear his heavy steps on the wet ground, growing louder with each passing second until they are suddenly muffled by the rushing sound of your own heartbeat. Your breathing comes in short, ragged gasps as you run between the trees, trying to escape him.
Your arms and legs are scraped from all the branches you’ve crashed into, but the effort isn’t enough to outrun him. Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands grab your arms, laying you down flat on the cold grass.
“Stop, wait-” you try to say, but he speaks before you can continue screaming.
“Shh, baby.” His hand flies over your mouth, muffling your cries. “Oh, you look so pretty like this.” His pupils are blown wide and dark, showing you exactly how much he loves having you at his mercy.
His clothed thighs rasp against your naked skin, pinning you to the floor. Your dress has ridden up, exposing your damp underwear to his gaze.
“Fuck, baby... you are already so wet for me.” His body lowers until his mouth is hovering just above your center. First, he presses his nose against you, taking a deep breath in. You squirm under his weight, but that only makes him smile.
“I didn’t know you were so shy.” He lets go of your mouth. With one hand, he spreads your legs, and with the other, he rips your underwear apart.
You let out a loud gasp.
“I’m gonna take all of that shyness away, baby.” With that, he latches his mouth onto your wet cunt, devouring it like it’s his last meal.
He pumps his tongue in and out of your dripping heat before sucking hard on your clit. You can only moan, trying to grind your hips against his mouth, but his large hand keeps you locked firmly in place. His assault only ends when you are nothing but a crying mess, shaking from the aftershocks of your first orgasm.
He repositions himself between your legs, towering over you. He isn't done yet, you can tell by his eyes. They look at you the way a hunter looks at its prey.
“Please, please,” you whisper.
“What, baby? Are you that needy? God, if people knew how you beg for my cock.” But he isn’t going to tease you; he can't wait any longer either.
Before you can beg again, he has already pulled his hard length out, pressing his leaking tip against your folds. He smears his precum along your messy folds before pushing inside using an agonizingly slow pace; killing you both, claiming you with each inch he slides in.
Your walls squeeze him tightly, making his head spin.
“Fuck-” He throws his head back, exposing the prominent column of his throat. You respond by squeezing your thighs tightly against his hips.
God, he looks so hot thrusting into you with the full force of his hips, knocking the air right out of your lungs.
“I’m so close.” He finally looks down, locking eyes with you, determined to make you come again before he spills his seed inside you. “Yes, baby, come for me.”
He presses his full weight down on you, his cologne filling your senses as his fingers begin to circle your clit in fast, rhythmic movements. Your lips latch onto his, a wet, sloppy sound filling the air.
“Just like that, let go for me.” His hips move at a punishing pace, bringing you both right to the edge. In response, you bite down on his lip, drawing blood, which somehow makes you even more desperate. You lick the metallic taste from his split lip, earning a low groan from him.
When he finally feels your walls clamping down around his cock, he lets go, filling you with his hot seed while whispering sweet praises in your ear.
“You were so good for me, baby.” He leaves a trail of kisses along your jaw and neck, making sure you know exactly how much he appreciated the game.
“I’m sorry about your lip,” you try to apologize, breathless. “I don’t know what came over me-”
“Don’t worry, baby,” he cuts you off, smiling. “To be honest, I actually liked it.”
You smile, relieved.
“Did you enjoy it?” He knows the answer already, but he needs to hear it from your lips.
“I really liked it, Jack,” you admit. “I think we should try it again sometime.”
“I’m so glad, baby.” He stands up, helping you arrange your rumpled clothes before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
“But...” you start.
“But?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“You are buying me new underwear,” you protest. “It was my favorite pair, Jack.”
“Shh,” he chuckles. “I’ll buy you all the pairs you want, don’t worry.”
A blue kinda sunday you were laying in bed, reading your favourite romance novel. As you enjoy a warm tea, a perfect plan.
Waiting for robby to finally get home after a shift at the pitt, that from what you could sense from the texts he had sended you, had been one hell of a rough shift. His voice on the last voice note let you know exactly how exhausted he was feeling.
That’s why you’d decided to wear his favourite t-shirt with no panties on, having in mind how tired he must feel, but also how needy he gets when he is far from you.
When you finally hear his keys on the door, you can’t help but to feel a shriver of thrill run down your spine, waiting for the moment that he finally crosses the door of your shared bedroom.
The door creaks as he opens it, “Hello beautiful” Robby says with a tired smile on his face.
You jump out the bed, covered by his big t-shirt, “Hi baby” “I missed you” You say as you leave an overwhelming amount of kisses on his lips, face and neck. Breathing in his scent; if only you could make perfume out of him.
“I missed you too” He hugs your form, with his big hands caressing every curve of your body. Enjoying how it feels under his touch.
“Do you want to eat? I ordered from your favourite place”
“Thanks sweetheart, but I’m not hungry” His big brown eyes appreciating your face, and the details on it. He does this every single time, as you haven’t been together for three years.
“I only want… you” His eyes looked almost black, his pupils completely dilated.
You smile at his comment, starting to pull both of your bodies onto the bed. Robby follows you without saying a word.
Your hands get under his shirt and peel it off his body, as he works on his pants pulling them down along with his underwear.
“Have I told you how good you look in my t-shir?”
“Mm not really” You reply, taking it off, and laying against the mattress.
“Fuck-” Robby cursed under his breath, his hands flying to caress your breasts. “I think I like it off even more.”
You bite your lips enjoying his caresses on your skin “mm Mike”
“Yes baby?” He was dying to feel more of you already.
“I need you” With that he finally pressed his tip on your wet folds, pushing his whole length inside of you.
“God- I could stay like this forever” Robby says, laying on top of you, trusting in deep but slow circles.
“You could if you want to” Your hands pet his back, with light touches.
“I mean we can stay like this as long as you want to, no need to move, just enjoy it” Your words made his dick twitch inside of you.
It wasn’t weird to fuck whenever he had a bad shift, letting him get all of the stress out of him by fucking you hard against the matress. But the change in the pace, and the idea of enjoying each other warms, was such a thrilling new idea.
“I’d love that” Robby finally lets go of his body control, laying completely relaxed on top of you, leaving wet kisses on your chest, and then devouring your mouth in a messy kiss.
Loving how your body feels, your scent, the warmth you irradiate, making him feel like he is at home. Completely loved by you.
Summary: Two strangers meet in a grief support group and slowly become something more. Learning, together, that love doesn’t end, It evolves.
Warnings: Themes of grief and healing, strong emotions. (Please if you don't feel confortable with this subjects, don't read it).
Note: Trying something new, I hope you'll like it.
As she stepped out of the meeting, her eyes were swollen, her lips still trembling from everything she hadn’t managed to say out loud. The air felt colder than it should have, or maybe it was just her.
Her head spun as she made her way to the front steps of the building, sitting down without much thought. She pressed her hands to her face, trying to steady her breathing, trying to hold herself together.
A grief support group.
She never imagined she would end up in one; not out of judgment, but because it had never crossed her mind that life could shift so suddenly. That she could lose her husband only months after getting married, being so young.
The world didn’t feel real anymore.
A gentle touch on her shoulder pulled her out of it. She turned, blinking, and found a man from the meeting standing beside her.
“Hi,” he said softly. Jack, his name tag had read.
“Hi,” Amira replied, brushing at her cheeks.
“I thought you might need this.” He offered her a tissue before sitting down beside her, leaving just enough space between them.
“Yeah… thank you.” She shivered, the cold biting on her skin reminded her of the lack of clothes on her.
“Here,” he added after a moment, slipping off his jacket. “You look freezing.”
She hesitated, then accepted it.
Their eyes met, just long enough to feel it.
“Thanks again”
“I´m sorry I didn´t introduce myself. I’m Amira,” she said.
“Jack.”
They shook hands, and continued talking.
And something, small and unspoken, began.
*
At first, they only saw each other once a week.
Same room,same circle of chairs. Same careful honesty shared between strangers.
But slowly, they started lingering. It began with short conversations after meetings.
“How was your week?”
“Better. Or maybe just, different?.”
“Yeah. I get that.”
Sometimes they walked out together. Sometimes they didn’t say much at all.
But silence, with Jack, never felt uncomfortable, it felt like peace.
*
One evening, it rained. Hard enough that neither of them wanted to leave right away.
They stood under the small cover outside the building, watching the street blur under the pouring rain.
“You don’t have an umbrella either?” Amira asked.
Jack shook his head. “I like to think I’m optimistic.”
She let out a quiet laugh, soft, but real. It surprised her.
“Come on,” he said after a moment. “There’s a café down the block. We can wait it there, until it finish.”
She hesitated.
Not because she didn’t want to but because she did.
And that felt new. Which in her book meant danger. Still she agreed.
“Sure.”
*
The café became a habit after that. At first, it was just practical.
Then it became routine.
They talked about small things, music, bad movies, things they missed that had nothing to do with grief. And sometimes, without warning, the conversation would shift.
“I still search his contact,” she admitted once. “Like I’m going to text him.”
Jack nodded. “Yeah, I used to text her about things. And then I’d remember she wasn't there anymore”
He never rushed her out of those moments. Never tried to fix them, he just stayed.
*
Weeks of meetings turned into months. Which began to develop a more intense relationship with Jack.
Jack stopped being “the guy from the meetings.” He actually became the person she texted first when something good happened, or when she saw something funny. He was always on her mind.
*
That´s why one afternoon, when they were walking through a park, leaves crunching under their feet.
Amira started to shiver from the cold weather, Jack saw it, and immediately took her hands into his, warming them.
It felt natural, so easy. Like it had always been that way.
She didn’t pull away, she just stood there enjoying his warmth.
*
That same afternoon, while they were walking towards her house, Jack stopped walking and turned to her. Something in her chest already knew.
“Amira, I—” He exhaled, nervous now. “I need to tell you something.”
Her pulse quickened.
“I have feelings for you,” he said. “More than just friendship. I love spending time with you. Being part of your life. And I think… I want more than that.”
He swallowed hard.
“I understand if you don’t feel the same. I just needed you to know.”
For a second, everything felt very still. But then…
“I do,” she said softly.
His expression shifted, hope breaking through.
“I feel it too, Jack.” She stepped closer, holding his hands.
“I didn’t think I could love again,” she admitted. “Not after everything that happened.” A small, trembling smile appeared.
“But then you showed up… and proved me completely wrong.”
Tears slipped down her cheeks, but they didn’t hurt.
“I want this. I want you.”
Jack didn’t hesitate.
He kissed her, gentle at first, then deeper, like he’d been holding it back for far too long.
When they pulled apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against hers.
|Pairing: Dr. John Shen x f!reader x Dr. Ellis Parker,
Summary: A wild night at the club with Ellis and John.
Warnings: Smut, MDNI, +18, oral f! receiving, unprotected Piv, use of pet names, dominance/submission dynamics, spanking, intoxication, alcohol use, threesome.
Note: No proofread.
As a usual friday you get to the club with your friends, looking for some fun. Hoping to find something or someone that would help you get the stress out of your system.
The first two hours went by just fine, dancing with your girlfriends, drinking- maybe more you should have- and getting hit on a couple times. But not by anyone that mattered.
A couple more rounds of drinks and you were a mess, well not really. You just were more unrestrained, moving your hips to the beat of the songs that were playing in the background, just letting yourself free.
--
Time has passed for sure, but you weren't sure of how much exactly or when you had decided to join a pair of the two most hot people you had ever seen before, on the dance floor.
But here you were, between a stunning woman, that looked incredibly fine, wearing an open shirt with a pair of black jeans. Her fitted body was covered with tattoos, that only increased the insatiable feeling that started to grow between your thighs.
By your side was this gorgeous guy, wearing a thigh black t-shirt, that marked all his hard plains. And a lazy smirk that seemed to never leave his lips.
That's why your eyes didn't know where to look, going from one to the other, trying to drink in all of the details that were visible.
Also their scents combined formed a heady intoxicating haze that made the air feel thick. Her woody perfume mixed with his fresh aroma was a killing mixture.
Their bodies crowded yours, their hands were on your body forming a perfect symphony.
It was too much, but quite not enough. You needed more.
That's why your intoxicated brain decided to take action, grabbing his neck and dancing way too close for it to be friendly.
His hands also found a place on your body, holding you close to his skin, letting you grind against him.
"I'm sorry but, what was your name again?" you asked.
"John" he said into your ear "Well actually Dr. John Shen" Obviously he couldn’t let you forget that information.
You continue dancing with him, until another pair of hands that spun you around to her direction, putting her hands on your hips as she speaks.
"Did you forget mine too, baby?"
"mm no" suddenly all your confidence disappeared, and was replaced with a feeling of inhibition.
"Said it then" She loved to boss around.
"Ellis" But she give you a look, that tell you to continue "Parker, Ellis Parker"
"That's a good girl" She said with a big smile, watching you squirm because of the nickname she used.
"See, she remembers the names from the ones that matter," Ellis said, teasing Shen, who only scoffed.
A few more shots, and stolen kisses, and you were a mess.
"What you said, if we go to my apartment baby?" Ellis asked "Would you like that?"
It felt like a dream that came true. So you nodded eagerly.
"Words baby"
"Yes yes, please let's go" But you remembered your friends, so you texted them, making sure to have them informed about your new plans, receiving all thumbs up. Perfect.
"The uber is already outside" Shen lets you know.
Both of them help you get out of the crowded space. John was making a path for you to pass by all the people, while Ellis followed your steps with a hand on your lower back.
Her body heat pierced through the thin fabric of your dress.
When you finally got outside the cold air hit you like a freight train. Making your skin cover in goosebumps, and your nipples to strain against the dress. Making them very noticeable, to both of them.
Although they were very respectful with it, their gazes fell into your breast area, for a few seconds before pulling their eyes away from you. As they try to focus on something else.
Shen looks at the map on the app, and Ellis lights a joint, and offers it to you. And you accept it, taking it from her fingers and bringing it to your lips.
Taking big drags of it, and feeling the smoke filling your lungs.
—
When the car had finally arrived, the joint had disappeared completely.
Shen opened the door for you but Ellis claimed the left seat immediately, leaving you to sit in the middle seat.
The ride was a torture to say the least, her hand squished your knee sending pulses straight to your clit. Meanwhile Shen continues pulling your dress up your tight, exposing more of your naked skin to his hot touch.
Every now and then you let out a little sound that resembles almost a moan, but quietly enough for just them to hear it.
Driving them wild.
Ellis could feel the mess on her underwear, that got worse with every bit on your lip, and moan you let out. But what drove her mad was when your hand moved to her upper tight squeezing it, as you whisper "I need you" into her ear.
Making her wish to be driving the damn car, and press the pedal to get to her house the faster she could.
And Shen, well, he was just happy to be present. But you weren't a selfish person, you could be very (helpful) when you wanted.
So you put your right hand on his hard erection, pressing a little harder, and then continued sliding your hand along his length.
"Mm sorry, but could you hurry up? We really need to get home" Shen finally says. Feeling completely impatient.
—
You've arrived at Ellis’s apartment, all of you were so turned on that she almost forgot to close the door on her way in.
Shen collapsed on top of her couch, taking as much of his clothes before you straddled his hips, kissing his lips in a hungry messy kiss.
Ellis took her clothes only leaving her underwear on, which only spurred you more. She positioned herself behind you, pressing a hand under your jaw, to tilt your head back.
God she looked so good like this, looking at you from above, with a wicked smile on her lips. She leans down before kissing you deeply, pushing her tongue inside, sliding it on your tongue in a wet mess.
Shen appreciated the view, taking the straps of your dress down your body, leaving your breast completely undressed. Perfect for him to play with them.
Kneading on them, before pulling one of your hard nipples between his lips and sucking on it.
Making you moan into Ellis's mouth.
You start to grind against his erection, searching for some friction. Something that will help you relieve the ache you had felt all night long.
"God you're so needy" Shen said against your chest, laying a hard spank on your now naked ass.
"Fuck" You finally say, getting away from Ellis’s touch.
"You have such a filthy mouth. I think we should do something about it." Then Ellis asks "Don't you think John?"
"Oh yeah, definitely," Shen said, still lost between your breasts.
"Get on your knees princess" Ellis said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
You obey, kneeling between them, looking up for another command.
"Open that pretty mouth," Ellis said again. She really liked having control.
Your lips parted, with a shy look on your eyes. Your cheeks burned from all the attention you were receiving while being in such a vulnerable position.
Ellis pulls her underwear off, and replaces it with her strap on. One that had a big black dildo attached to it.
Shen imitates her movements, taking his last piece of clothing, exposing his big erection to your hungry gaze.
You were so fucked.
Shen pushed his tip past your lips, holding your head in place as he hissed in response.
"God, she feels so good," John says.
"Oh I bet" Ellis says smiling like a predator watching her prey.
John keeps trusting inside of your mouth, until you start to gag around him, making it way too overwhelming for him to keep it inside of you. Pulling out of you before it was too late.
"Fuck- I almost came"
But before you could take a few decent breaths, Ellis had already grabbed your hair in a ponytail, as she opened your pretty lips with her tip. Press it slowly until it hits the back of your throat. Making your eyes water.
Ellis keeps on trusting, moaning at the sight of you sucking her off.
After a few more pumps she gets out, with a wet pop from you.
"Get on the couch"
You get up with wobbly legs, and get to the sofa. Waiting for them to say something to you.
Shen takes the lead next, pushing your chest against the pillows of the couch, and with a hand under your hip he pulls your ass up.
"Can I fuck you baby?"
His question made your pussy throb with need.
"Yess please. John just fuck me" And with that confirmation he pushed your underwear off, exposing your wet cunt to the cold air of the night.
Shen lets a low whistle out before he gets inside, with a deep thrust of his hips. Making you gasp for air.
His tip kisses your cervix with each movement.
Your moans filled the room. But still you needed more.
So you looked up to Ellis and say, "I need to taste you" with pleading eyes you added "Please"
"God damn-" Parker cursed under her breath, undoing the strap on, and taking it off her.
She then positioned herself in front of you, with her legs open. Leaving her wet heat, just a few inches away from your mouth.
"Mm you're so wet" You prompt yourself on your elbows as Shen continues to pound inside of your pussy.
Your gaze was locked with Ellis's, as you brought your warm mouth to her dripping heat, first licking a long strip, collecting her juices on your tongue and moaning to her taste.
Only to start devouring her next, your mouth latched to her folds, stimulating her clit along with her hole. Filling her up with your tongue, thrusting in and out of her.
Hearing her moans grow louder and louder with each movement. John also joined the symphony, with his whimpers and groans.
Feeling himself very close to the edge. And adding his fingers to help you get off, circling them on your clit in fast circles.
But even though you felt yourself closer to your release, you were determined to make Ellis come first. That's why you added two fingers inside her pussy.
"come for me Ellis" Your words and movements were enough for her to collapse against the leather couch. Quivering with aftershocks of her orgasm.
When you decided that was enough, you pulled your hands away, burying your face against the pillows. As John made you get your first orgasm of the night.
Trapping him deep inside of you.
"Fuck- baby, you're gonna make me come" John's hands were gripping your hips with a force that would surely leave some bruises on you.
"Come John, please. Come inside" He couldn't hold it any longer, spilling his seed deep inside your pussy.
Moaning as he collapsed on top of you, and only getting out when he loaded all of his cum in you.
Leaving you completely ruined on top of Ellis's couch.
But they weren’t done with you, not yet.
You don’t even realize when Ellis had gotten behind you, until you feel her warm hands gripping your ass cheeks apart.
Watching John seed leaking out of you.
"She's so pretty like this, isn't she?"
"She sure is," John says, laying on her other couch, watching Ellis put her tip against your well used pussy.
Using the cum as lube to thrust her big dick inside of you. You moan in response, trying to get away from the intense feeling.
"Nuh-uh, don't run from it mamma" Her hands, squish your ass cheek, and then soothe the pain with a caress of her big hand.
Keeping her thrusts deep but at a very slow pace.
"Ellis..." You moan, feeling already on the edge.
"You're already close baby, let go for me" Her tip nudges your g-spot with each thrust. Making your eyes roll back, as your back arches and you come for the second time, only this time harder, from being so overstimulated.
Tears spill from your closed eyes.
Ellis kept on thrusting until she was satisfied with the amount of moans she took out of you.
“Stay the night” John said to you with puppy eyes, how could you deny him.
“Sure” A lazy smile plays on your lips.
Both of them took care of you, cleaning you up, and putting some new clothes on you.
All of you then laid on Ellis bed. Thankfully it was big enough for all you to fit on it.
Spending the night between their bodies, feeling their caresses as you drift to sleep.
Summary: A morning yoga session with your hot boyfriend.
Warnings: Smut, MDNI, +18, oral f! receiving, unprotected Piv, use of pet names, dominance/submission dynamics, including "sir" kink and light degradation, teasing/denial, spanking.
Since you started dating Jack Abbot, you've picked up on his little rituals; the way he takes his coffee black and scalding hot in the mornings, the quiet satisfaction he gets from cooking you breakfast, lunch, or whatever meal, all to keep you fueled and happy.
But the real shock came that one morning when you walked in on him, buck naked on a yoga mat in the living room, his muscled body twisted into some interesting pose, sweat beading along the ridges of his abs and the thick line of his cock hanging heavy between his thighs. It was awkward as hell at first, your eyes locked on him while he froze mid stretch, but after some teasing on your end, laughing about his "secret zen master" side,he'd convinced you to give it a try.
That's how you ended up here now, sprawled naked on the mat, skin prickling against the rubber material under the morning light filtering through the blinds.
Jack's instructions had started out legit, his voice steady and professional as he guided you through poses meant to loosen the knots from long ER shifts.
Downward dog was fine at first; your palms pressing into the mat, ass lifted high, back arched just so. But then you felt his gaze burning into you, and heard the faint hitch in his breath. Your pussy was already slick, folds glistening with arousal that dripped slow and warm down your inner thighs, the musky scent of it hanging in the air between you. Any pretense of a real workout shattered right there.
"Now we're going to try another pose," Jack said, his voice dropping low, that wolfish smile curling his lips as he circled you like he was sizing up a meal. You couldn't see it fully from your position, but the hunger in his tone sent a fresh pulse of heat throbbing through your core.
"You're gonna get on your hands and knees."
You shifted obediently, knees sinking into the mat, the rough weave biting faintly into your skin as you settled. The air felt cooler against your exposed pussy, lips parting slightly with the movement.
"Good girl," Jack whistled, the words rough and approving, vibrating through the room. He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against your back. "I'm going to help you stretch your back, okay?"
"Yes," you managed, trying to sound steady, but your voice came out breathy, nipples tightening against the cool air as his touch ghosted your skin. Hiding the way your clit ached was pointless, your thighs pressed together instinctively, slickness smearing between them.
Jack's palm flattened along your spine, firm and warm, pressing down to force your chest toward the mat while your ass stayed high. The pressure arched you deeper, pussy lips spreading open, and you felt the first brush of his erection; hot, velvety skin against your ass cheek, his tip already leaking precum that smeared sticky and warm across your flesh.
He was rock hard, veins pulsing, but he held back, dragging out the tension. His own breath came quicker, ragged at the edges, the salty tang of his arousal mixing with yours in the close space.
"Do you feel it?"
"Feel what?" you asked, playing innocent, even as your walls clenched around nothing, dripping more slick onto the mat below.
Jack let out a dark chuckle, low and gravelly, the sound rumbling through his chest. "The stretch, sweetheart. What else could you be feeling?" To punctuate it, he gripped his cock, thick shaft throbbing in his fist, and dragged the fat head along your folds, parting them with a wet glide.
The pressure nudged your entrance, precum mixing with your juices in a slick, obscene slide that made you both hiss, the sharp inhale of cool air against heated skin amplifying the spark.
"Jack—" Your plea broke off as he pulled back abruptly, leaving you empty and clenching.
"Alright now, let's do a new position. It's called the Garland pose." His tone snapped back to that ER commander kinda voice, all clinical authority, like he wasn't naked and leaking for you. No hint of the strain in his voice betrayed how badly he wanted to bury himself inside. "Squat over me."
You obeyed, heart pounding, thighs quivering as you lowered yourself. Jack stretched out flat on the mat, his cock jutting up rigid and flushed between his spread legs, the broad head glistening, veins standing out along the length like ropes under taut skin. You hovered just inches above his face, close enough to feel the heat of his breath puffing against your inner thighs. Every word he spoke sent vibrations humming up your spine.
"You have to hold still. Open your hips wide, and no matter what happens, you don't break the pose. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," you whispered, the title slipping out, and you caught the twitch of his cock, jumping against his abs with a bead of precum spilling from the slit.
Jack groaned low in his throat, the sound muffled but primal, and one hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip, fist gliding through the slickness of his own precum. His other hand came up, fingers parting your folds with a wet schlick, smearing your arousal back and forth over your clit until it swelled under the rough pads. The texture of his calluses dragged just right, electric sparks shooting up your spine, your pussy clenching visibly.
You faltered, thighs trembling, dipping lower. He stopped instantly, voice sharpening. "Hold still. C'mon, baby, it isn't that hard. Or are you so weak you can't manage to stay still for a few minutes?"
The mean edge in his tone flooded you with fresh heat, pussy gushing more slick that dripped onto his chin. "Oh, you like when I talk to you like that, don't you?" No answer, so his palm cracked against your ass, sharp sting blooming hot across your cheek, the sound echoing off the living room walls.
"I do," you gasped, breath hitching as his fingers teased your entrance. "I like when you talk like that. Please, Jack, I need you."
"Be a good girl and wait." Two fingers plunged in without warning, thick and curling, stretching your walls with a wet squelch that filled the room. He pumped them slow at first, knuckles grazing your clit on each thrust, the obscene sounds of your pussy sucking him in mixing with his heavy breaths.
But you were too much, ass arched, tits swaying with each shaky breath, scent of your arousal thick and heady. He snapped. His mouth latched onto you, tongue spearing past your folds in one desperate thrust, lapping at your clit with broad, flat strokes. Hands clamped your hips, nails digging into soft flesh as he held you down, nose grinding against your mound.
You moaned loud, the wet slurps and smacks of his mouth on your dripping pussy echoing, his groans vibrating straight through your core. Salt and musk exploded on his tongue, your thighs quaking around his ears.
"I think you've done enough, sweetheart. Let's give you what you need." In a blur, he flipped you, strong hands maneuvering you back to your hands and knees, chest pressed to the mat, ass high. Your cheek squished against the weave, nipples dragging rough friction with every shift.
"Jack, please—" You moaned, hips wiggling, pussy clenching visibly, slick trailing down your thighs.
"I know, baby. I'm gonna give it to you. Don't worry." He gripped your hips, fat cock head grinding along your folds, parting them with heavy drags that coated him in your wetness. The veined underside bumped your clit, sending jolts up your spine.
He admired you like that, body splayed at his mercy, spine arched, pussy winking open and begging, before slamming in. One brutal thrust buried every inch, balls slapping your clit with a wet smack, your walls clamping down like a vice, hot and fluttering around his girth.
He didn't pause, hips snapping fast and hard, the mat shifting under the force. Skin slapped skin, rhythmic and filthy, his cock dragging out to the tip before pounding back in, catching every ridge inside you. Sweat dripped from his chest onto your back, salty and warm, mixing with the creak of the floorboards beneath.
"You feel so fucking good," he growled, pace turning erratic, the wet sounds of your pussy taking him growing louder, more desperate. Your walls fluttered, orgasm building like a coil.
"I'm so close, Jack—"
"I know, baby." His fingers found your clit, rubbing fast, firm circles that smeared your combined slick. It shattered you; waves crashing, pussy spasming around him, milking his cock as you cried out, thighs soaked.
Jack followed, burying deep with a guttural groan, hot spurts of cum flooding your core, thick ropes painting your walls. He ground against you through it, hips circling to push it deeper, balls tight against your clit.
Panting, he collapsed forward, lips brushing soft kisses along your spine, tasting the salt of your skin. "Thanks for the stretch." you said with a smile on your lips.
"You're very welcome, baby," he murmured, cock still twitching inside you.
Warnings: Smut, MDNI, +18, oral f! receiving, use of sex toys, stablished relationship.
The air in the bedroom thickened with desire as the heat between you and Ellis ignited. As always, your hands moved in sync, peeling away layers of clothing until you were naked. But before she could reach for her strap-on or turn her attention to you, you shifted, climbing on top of her with a purpose.
Ellis's eyes widened in surprise, her brows furrowing slightly. “What are you-?”
“I want to taste you,” you murmured, your voice sweet as honey. It was something that she hardly let you do, not because she didn’t like it, but because for her your pleasure was the most important thing in bed.
Watching you so lost in the pleasure, mesmerized by the way you look up to her when she thrusts into you, and hearing your breathy cries of her name. It was her own private paradise, enough to push her over the edge every single time.
“You want what, baby?” she teased, in a husky tone, with dark eyes as she drank in the sight of you flushed under her gaze, your cheeks flushed with that rosy tone she adored.
“I need to taste you, Ellis” you insisted, sliding off the bed and walking to the nightstand. Your fingers delved into the top drawer, retrieving the sleek pink vibrator you knew she loved.
“Please, let me make you feel good,” you say, as you sit at the end of the bed looking at her with pleading eyes.
“Fuck- okey, baby do it” she said, her breath catching.
With her permission, you crawled back to her, arching your back to present the of your ass, knowing it would draw her eyes. Her pussy glistened, slick with arousal, and you licked your lips, feeling a deep ache growing in your core, as your walls tightened in response.
You settled between her thighs, pressing soft, wet kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner legs. Ellis hissed through her teeth, her fingers threading gently through your hair, caressing your cheek with a tenderness that made your heart stutter.
Opening her legs wider, you exposed her fully. Your tongue darted out for that first slow, deliberate licks along her folds, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her juices.
She tightens the grip on your hair, pushing you closer to her. You smile against her wet lips, to then dove in deeper, lapping at her entrance, swirling around her swollen clit, sucking on it with increasing fervor.
Licking and sucking harder, getting addicted to her taste, as she bucked her hips, grinding against your mouth, trapping you in the heated grip of her thighs.
“God, your mouth feels incredible,” Ellis groaned, her voice breaking into a moan spurred you on. So you quickened your pace, tongue flicling relentlessly, drawing out her pleasure until her body tensed, and her thighs started to shake around you.
“Fuckk” she cried, her first orgasm crashing over her. Juices coated your lips and chin as she shuddered, breaths coming in sharp, ragged bursts, chest heaving as she struggled to draw air in.
You pull back sitting on your heels, wiping your lips with your tongue, faking innocence despite the wicked spark in your eyes, you ask. “Did you like that?”
“I loved it baby, but now let me take care of you” Ellis propped herself on her elbows, on an intent on rising, but you pressed her back down with firm hands on her shoulder.
“Oh no, I’m not done with you yet” you said, with a wicked grin on your face, as you snatched the pink vibrator from beside you. With a flick, it buzzed to life, and you trailed it teasingly up her thigh before pressing it directly to her clit.
Her whole body jolted like she’d been shocked, her back arching off the mattress with a sharp inhale “Oh shit-”
“I want to see you so lost in pleasure… that you don’t even remember your own name,” you whispered, as you left wet kisses on her trembling thighs. One hand steadied the toy against her dripping folds, while the other roamed upward, cupping her breast, thumb rolling over the hardened nipple.
Ellis surrendered completely, moans spilling from her lips as waves of sensation overwhelmed her. Your touches, the buzz humming through her core, the pinch and tug on her sensitive peak, the damp trails of your kisses marking her skin, silenced every racing thought in her mind. She melted into it, loving you fiercely in that moment.
The vibration built her up, her hips twitching erratically until the second climax hit, harder than the first.
She then came with a loud cry, her pussy pulsing, soaking the sheets and your finger in her juices.
Exhausted, heavy limbs, she reached for you, bringing your naked form against hers in a tight embrace, her hand leaving light strokes on your back and hips.
“I love you,” she breathed, voice soft, nuzzling into our neck.
“I love you more,” you replied, your chest swelling with affection, the warmth of her body against yours was just perfect.
Summary: Your little crush ends up in a heated night with Ellis.
Warnings: Smut, MDNI, +18, oral f! receiving, fingering, use of strap-on.
You hadn't developed a crush at work in ages, not since that humiliating mess with Dr. Garcia. When you'd poured your heart out, only for her to laugh in your face and tell you to get lost.
Turns out she was already seeing Santos, but the rejection scarred you deep. It has made you develop a new rule “keep your emotions locked away from the hospital chaos”.
Still, every glimpse of Dr. Parker Ellis made you have such a rapid pulse you thought your heart might jump out your chest. Her sharp jawline, those piercing brown eyes, the way she commanded the ER with quiet authority, it all hit you hard.
You vowed to stay professional, burying the attraction under layers of routine.
But professionalism cracked when Ellis caught up to you at shift's end, walking beside you toward the parking lot.
“Hey,” she said, her voice smooth and low.
“Hi,” you replied, your cheeks burning as you fought to sound casual. Your hands fidgeted with your keys, pulse thumping in your ears.
She glanced sideways, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Rough day in the x-ray department? You seemed a little off earlier.”
You swallowed, forcing a nod. “Just the usual. X-rays piling up, you know how it is.” Lies. It was her…always her. Making your stomach twist whenever the elevator doors slid open and you prayed she wouldn't be there.
Ellis wasn't like the others. She never barked orders or treated the staff like dirt. She stayed cool under pressure, her words measured and kind. That only made your nerves worse, turning simple interactions into minefields.
You walked in silence for a bit, the cool night air doing nothing to settle you. Then she stopped by her car, leaning against it casually. “Listen, if you ever need to vent about the job... or anything... I'm around.” Her eyes held yours a beat too long, sparking something electric.
“Yeah, thanks, you too-” you mumbled, getting into your own car before you could blurt out something stupid. As you drove home, her words replayed, mixing with the forbidden heat pooling low in your belly.
—
That night, Ellis wrapped up her shift and headed straight home, craving nothing but cold leftovers and her soft bed. She devoured a quick meal, then collapsed onto the mattress, but sleep wouldn't come.
Her mind raced back to you, your flushed cheeks in the parking lot, the way you'd avoided her gaze earlier in the ER. It was off, intriguing.
To distract herself, she grabbed her phone, notifications from Tinder lighting up the screen. She swiped through profiles, bored by the parade of smiling faces that didn't quite catch her eye.
Then there you were. In your photo, you had messy waves on your hair from a beach day, a shy grin that mirrored the one you'd flashed her today. Ellis's thumb hovered, heart picking up. But still she swiped right without hesitation.
The match notification buzzed almost immediately. Your heart slammed against your ribs as you stared at it in bed, phone glowing in the dark.
Ellis's profile was straightforward, ER doc, lover of late night hikes and strong coffee. You typed a message before you could overthink.
“Fancy seeing you here. Small world?”
Her reply came fast, very small. “Coffee sometime? Or something stronger?”
What followed was a whirlwind of messages, flirty banter about hospital horrors, shared laughs over bad cafeteria food.
The secret crush you’ve kept low for so long turned into open flirtation.
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Days blurred into a week of escalating heat, her teasing about the intense looks you gave her now and then, also you admitted how her calm during crises impresses you a lot.
Finally, she suggested coming over after your next shift. “Your place? I make really good pasta, and promise no work talk.”
You agreed, nerves and excitement churning as you tidied your apartment, heart racing like it was your first date ever.
The knock came right on time. Ellis stood there in jeans that hugged her hips and a tank top that showed off her toned arms, holding a bottle of wine and a grocery bag.
Her smile was genuine, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Hope I'm not intruding.”
“Not at all,” you said, stepping aside. The air thickened with unspoken tension as she moved to the kitchen, chopping some vegetables with efficient grace. You poured wine, your fingers brushing hers, sending sparks up your spine.
Dinner was easy, conversation flowing from your hobbies to deeper stuff, like her love for adrenaline rushes beyond the ER. The wine loosened you both, laughter filling the space. But underneath, the pull was magnetic. When plates were cleared, she leaned closer on the couch, her knee pressing against yours.
“You know,” she murmured, tracing a finger along the rim of her glass, “I've been thinking about that parking lot walk all week.”
“Yeah?” Your voice came out breathy.
She set the glass down, turning to face you fully. “Made me wonder what else makes you blush.” Her hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your lip.
You leaned in, and her mouth claimed yours, firm, hungry, tasting of red wine.
The kiss deepened fast, tongues sliding together as hands roamed. She pulled you onto her lap, your thighs straddling her, feeling the heat building between you. Ellis's fingers tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp into her mouth.
“Bedroom?” she whispered against your neck, nipping the skin.
You nodded, leading her down the hall, shedding clothes along the way. By the time you hit the mattress, you were both naked, her body lean and strong from years of shifts and runs.
She pushed you back gently, kissing down your chest, her mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while her hand kneaded the other.
Moans escaped you as she trailed lower, spreading your legs wide. Her tongue flicked over your clit, teasing before diving in, lapping at your wet folds.
You arched your back from the mattress, fingers gripping the sheets as she sucked your clit between her lips, two fingers plunging into your pussy, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” she growled, pumping faster, her free hand pinning your hip.
“So damn sweet” You came hard, thighs clamping around her head, crying out her name as waves crashed over you.
But she wasn't done. Ellis goes up your body, wiping her mouth with a smirk, and reaches for her bag by the bed.
She pulled out a harness, buckling it on with practiced ease. The strap-on attached was massive, thick, black, veined silicone that made your core clench in anticipation.
“Want this?” she asked, stroking the length, eyes locked on yours.
“Yeah,” you breathed, spreading wider.
She positioned herself between your legs, the tip pressing against your entrance.
Slowly, she pushed in, inch by inch, stretching you full. The burn turned to bliss as she bottomed out, her hips flush against yours.
“God, you're tight,” she groaned, starting to thrust, deep, steady strokes that had you clawing at the sheets.
“Tell me if you want me to stop”
“Don’t- please never stop” You wrapped your legs around her waist, meeting each drive, the slap of skin echoing. She angled her hips, grinding the base against your clit with every plunge, building you up again.
“Harder,” you begged, and she obliged, pounding into you relentlessly. Her hands gripped your ass, lifting you to take her deeper, the strap-on hitting spots that made you see stars.
Sweat slicked your bodies as she flipped you onto your stomach, and put a pillow under your hips. When you had your ass up she started to enter from behind.
She fucked you with your head burried against the pillows, with one hand fisting your hair, and the other rubbing your clit in tight circles. The pressure coiled tight, snapping when she slammed in one last time.
You shattered, your pussy clenched around the thick shaft, cum soaked the sheets. Ellis kept thrusting through it, drawing out every tremor until you collapsed, spent.
She pulled out gently, unbuckling the harness and joining you under the covers. Her arms wrapped around you, lips pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.
“That was... incredible,” you whispered.
She chuckled, nuzzling your neck. “Just the start. We've got all night.”
As you drifted off tangled together, the secret crush felt like the best risk you'd ever taken.
Summary: You can´t resist your needs when Jack get's home in the black t-shirt.
Warnings: Smut, MDNI, +18, oral m! receiving, cum eating, use of pet names.
The city lights of Pittsburgh bled through your apartment window, as you traced the condensation on your beer bottle, the cool glass a pleasant contrast to the warmth of the evening.
The evening had run quite calmly, although your mind was still replaying the frantic rhythm of the ER. The constant hum of the city, usually a comfort, felt like a low thrumming in your skull. You yearned for the familiar click of a key in the lock.
A soft thud against the door, then another, announced his arrival. You didn't need to hear the key. His heavy footfalls, a familiar lullaby, echoed through the small space. A wave of anticipation, hot and unwelcome, washed over you.
The door of your apartment swung off inward. He stood there, framed by the dim hallway light, a silhouette of tired strength. His pant scrubs clung to his powerful thighs. The black t-shirt, stretched across his broad chest, did little to conceal the hard lines of his muscles.
Sweat decorated his temples, a faint sheen across his skin, and his grey hair, usually so neatly combed, fell in disarray curls across his forehead. He looked utterly spent, yet the sight of him, worn and weary, ignited a spark deep inside of you.
"Long one?" You kept your voice light, though your gaze lingered on the way the fabric of his scrubs pulled tight across his ass. A familiar heat bloomed in your belly.
He grunted, dropping his army assault bag with a soft thud. He rubbed a hand over his face, a rasping sound. "Code black, two traumas, and a full moon. The usual Tuesday." His voice was a low rumble, rough with fatigue. He moved towards the kitchen, his movements fluid despite his exhaustion. You watched the sway of his hips, the defined curve of his ass, a silent invitation.
"Sounds like you earned a drink." You pushed off the counter, letting your eyes roam over him. The tight lines of his jaw, the faint stubble dusting his chin, the way his t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. He was hot, even when he was this tired. So unfair
He poured himself a glass of water, draining it in one go. The bob of his Adam's apple, the strong column of his throat, held your attention. "You have no idea." He leaned against the counter, his eyes dark and tired, finally meeting yours. A flicker, something unreadable, passed between you. "How was your day off? Managed to avoid the hospital's gravitational pull?"
You laughed, a throaty sound that surprised even yourself. "Mostly. Except for the ghost of a hundred beeping monitors in my head." You stepped closer, the scent of antiseptic and something uniquely him; musk and a hint of a clean, masculine soap; filling your senses.
Your fingers, almost unconsciously, reached out, tracing the faint outline of a vein in his forearm. His skin felt warm, slightly damp.
He didn't pull away. His gaze intensified, dropping from your eyes to your lips, then lower. "You look… rested." His voice was softer now, a husky whisper that sent a shiver down your spine.
"And you look like you need a shower." You let your fingers trail up his arm, over the taut bicep, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fabric. The black t-shirt, so simple, became a second skin, accentuating every curve and plane
A small smile played on his lips, a rare sight after a shift. "And a very long sleep." He pushed off the counter, moving towards you, closing the small distance between your bodies. The air crackled, thick with unspoken desire. His eyes, still tired, held a different kind of hunger now.
"Or something else..." Your voice was barely a murmur, your breath catching in your throat as he stood before you. He was tall, imposing, a solid wall of male warmth. The scent of him, stronger now, enveloped you. You could almost taste the sweat, the effort of his day, and it was intoxicating.
He reached out, his large hand cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. The touch was feather-light, yet it sent a jolt through your entire body. "Something else, huh?" His voice was a low growl, a rumble that vibrated through your chest. His eyes, dark pools, searched yours, seeking permission, seeking connection.
You leaned into his touch, your body already humming with a desperate need. "Maybe." You whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as he lowered his head. The stubble on his chin brushed your skin, a delicious abrasion. His lips, soft and warm, met yours, a gentle press that promised more.
The kiss deepened, slowly at first, a tender exploration. His tongue, hesitant, traced the seam of your lips, asking for entry. You parted them willingly, a soft sigh escaping your throat as his tongue slid inside, a warm, wet invasion. He tasted of mint and something uniquely his, a raw, masculine flavor that made your head spin. You tangled your fingers in his disheveled hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until your mouths were a desperate tangle of tongues and teeth. He groaned, a low, guttural sound, as your nails scraped lightly against his scalp.
He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, stared into yours. "You have no idea what you do to me." His voice was thick with desire, the fatigue momentarily forgotten.
"Oh, I think I do." You smiled, a slow, knowing curve of your lips. Your hand, emboldened, drifted lower, tracing the hard ridge of his erection, still sheathed in his scrubs. The fabric was rough against your palm, but the heat emanating from him was undeniable. He was already hard, thick and throbbing beneath his clothes.
A sharp intake of breath escaped him. His eyes closed for a moment, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "God, you're going to be the death of me." He pulled your hand away, not roughly, but with a firm grip, his fingers intertwining with yours. He led you to the couch, his movements urgent now.
You sank onto the soft cushions, his body following, pressing you back against the fabric. His weight was a delicious burden, his hard erection pressing against your thigh through the thin fabric of your shorts. He kissed you again, a hungry, demanding kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth with a possessive ferocity. His hands, large and capable, roamed over your body, tracing the curve of your waist, the swell of your hip, the soft skin of your inner thigh.
He pulled back, his breath heavy, his eyes locked on yours. "I need you." The words were raw, stripped bare of all pretense.
"I know." You reached for the hem of his scrubs, your fingers trembling slightly as you pulled it down, revealing the thick head of his cock, still mostly hidden by his boxers. The sight of it, thick and engorged, made your mouth water.
He groaned, a deep, resonant sound, as you freed him further. His boxers were tight, straining against the immense size of him. You reached inside, freeing his cock from its confines. It sprang free, a magnificent, throbbing column of flesh, dark red and slick with pre-cum. It pulsed in your hand, hot and heavy, its head glistening.
You looked up at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Looks like someone's ready for a long sleep." You murmured, your voice a low purr, as you loosen your grip.
He swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on your hand, on the way you stroked him. "Don’t tease me baby" His voice was a strained whisper.
Your thighs pressed together from the way he was looking at you, standing right in front of you.
You leaned forward, your lips brushing against the slick, engorged head of his cock. The taste was musky, salty, intensely masculine, a flavor that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through you.
You took him into your mouth, slowly, carefully, feeling the thick shaft slide against your tongue, the velvety head pressing against the back of your throat. He was enormous, filling your mouth completely, stretching your jaw. You heard him gasp above you, a strangled sound of pleasure.
Your tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive ridge, then trailed down the shaft, savoring the salty tang of his skin. You sucked gently, drawing him deeper, feeling the exquisite pressure as he filled your mouth. He was thick, so thick, and the rhythmic movements of your mouth made him throb even harder. You could feel the pulsing vein beneath your tongue, the hardness of him pressing against your soft palate.
He tangled his fingers in your hair, a gentle but firm grip, pulling you closer, deeper onto him. "Oh, God," he moaned, his voice raw with pleasure. "That's it. Just like that angel."
You continued, your lips and tongue working in a practiced rhythm, sucking and licking, drawing him in, then releasing him slightly, only to take him deeper again. The sound of your mouth on his cock, a wet, sucking sound, filled the quiet apartment.
You tasted the growing saltiness of his pre-cum, the musky scent of him filling your nostrils. His balls, heavy and full, brushed against your chin as you worked him, an added sensation that heightened the pleasure.
He began to thrust, a slow, rhythmic movement, his hips arching into your mouth. You met his rhythm, taking him deeper with each thrust, your throat aching with the effort, but the pleasure radiating from him was intoxicating. You could feel the tension building in his body, the tremor in his hands as he gripped your hair.
"I'm close," he gasped, his voice strained, his body arching violently. "So close."
You tightened your grip, sucking harder, faster, your tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his cock. You felt the muscles in his shaft clench, the sudden surge of heat as he began to pour himself into your mouth.
His cum, hot and thick, flooded your mouth, a torrent of salty, musky liquid. You swallowed, savoring the taste, the primal satisfaction of taking all of him. He groaned, a deep, shuddering release, his body going soft against you.
You continued to suckle, emptying him completely, until the last drops had been drawn from him. You pulled away with a wet pop sound, your lips glistening, a faint trail of his cum on your chin. You looked up at him, his eyes still closed, his chest heaving. A faint smile touched your lips.
He opened his eyes, a dazed, blissful expression on his face. He reached out, his thumb gently wiping the corner of your mouth. "You're incredible." His voice was hoarse, filled with awe.
He pulled you up, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close. You nestled into his warmth, the scent of his cum and his body filling your senses. The city outside continued its hum, but inside, a different kind of quiet had settled, a contented peace.
Summary: You and Jack enjoy the privacy of an italian villa.
Warnings: Smut, MDNI, +18, unprotected Piv, fingering, cum eating.
Your coworker Jack Abbot and you had planned a little trip to a small village, in the south of Italy. A beautiful place, filled with the most spectacular views you had ever seen.
But one of your favourite things of the villa you were staying in, was the pool it had. A perfect spot with complete privacy, which sounded good to escape the chaos of the city and the crowd of people. But later on you’ll find some other perks of this ‘privacy’.
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It was your third day in the villa, a beautiful morning, birds chirping, and the sound of the ocean created this perfect symphony for your ears.
As the sun started to creep into your room, you first thought to enjoy the pool, a nice morning plunge.
So you did, starting by putting your tiny bikini on, one you hadn’t noticed the size of until Jack brought it up.
“Oh so you’re wearing this to the trip” Jack said holding the bikini bottom in his hands.
“Yeahh” you replied, not understanding his point “Why?”
“Nothing, It’s that just- Don’t you think it's kinda ‘slim’?” He said the last part almost in a whisper. Not wanting to upset you.
“Oh- well not really, I’m not used to the big bikinis” you said with a calm voice, although heat had already started to spread to your cheeks.
The memory brought the thought of how Jack's eyes looked in that moment, his hazel eyes almost pure black. Which helped the heat of the embarrassing moment, but still made you wonder what was that.
Anyways, you pushed the thought out of your head once again and finished getting ready to head to the pool.
–
After what felt like an eternity of unadulterated peace, was disturbed by Jack's scream.
“Are you crazy?” He shouted out from the kitchen, which looked right at the pool.
You open your eyes, seeing a very concerned Jack walking towards you.
“What?” you answer as you sit back up.
“Don’t you know that you shouldn’t be sunbathing at this time of the day” He said, almost out of breath from the exaltation.
“Oh jack, come on” you lay back down “I’m gonna be okey”
“Are you at least wearing sunscreen?”
“Mmm maybe” you said with a playful smile, making Jack let out huff.
“You need to wear some, or else you’re going to get burned. Do you want to be sore the rest of the days that we have left? I don’t think so” He grabs the bottle of sunscreen and hands it to you.
“Here put some on”
“I can’t, I just paint my nails” you said, showing them to him, placing both of your hands on your legs.
He finally let his selfrestrained were off for a second, letting his eyes roam freely from your toes to the way your bikini hugged your curves, and made your breast look delicious.
The thought that you wanted to keep locked away for this vacation started to creep once again. Seeing how Jack’s pupils dilated when he looked at you, like he could just eat you alive (if he only could).
His heated gaze on you made your thighs clench together, something that Jack didn’t miss, but didn’t comment on it either.
“I can put some on you, if you want…” A dangerous proposal, one that could mess everything up. Still the thought of his hands rubbing sunscreen on your exposed skin, made you take the dumbest decision.
“Yes, please” you looked up into his eyes, making his dick twitch in his shorts.
He opened the lid of the cream, put in some on his hands before getting on his knees, settling by the chair you sun lounge, you were laying on.
He looked at the way your skin gleamed under the sunlight before, starting to put the sunscreen on your right leg first, massaging it on your skin, on your calves to your knees. His touch felt so hot, so good.
You bite your lip, trying to not make any sound. Staring at the man, that is taking his sweet time on your legs. Before moving upwards. Making sure every inch of your skin is covered on it.
His voice takes you out of your trance.
“Can you turn around? I need to put some on your back” without any hesitation you turn around.
Hiding your face on the crook of your arm.
Once again his big strong hands start to work from bottom to top. But when he made it to your thighs his steady hands started to tremble, subtle but still you notice.
That’s when he decided to jump right into your back, massaging all of it, your shoulders, your waist, your hips…
He stopped, his mind racing with the most filthiest thoughts, he reprehends himself. He thought he was better, stronger than this. But the way your body looked in that bikini, made his mouth water.
The only thing he could think was how good it’d feel taking it off of you with his teeth.
You notice the sudden loss of touch, so you turn your head around, finding a very heated Abbot. His hands in the air, restraining himself from any movements that could cause him a lawsuit from you.
But your eyes found something much more important than the way he looked, his shorts seemingly had increased in volume, making more than clear the outline of his bulge that was restrained in them.
Your mouth water, your teeth started to bite into your lips, holding them for dear life. As that was the only thing keeping you from dropping into your knees and taking it into your mouth.
Jack was the first one to break the heavy silence.
“I- um I think you are all done” he said as he took a step back, putting some distance between you two.
Your mind was too fogged with need to make any smart decisions so you followed your lowest instincts.
“I don’t think so” with this Jack’s eyes open more than necessary needing to hear an excuse for him to touch you for longer.
“This area doesn’t have sunscreen” you point to your asscheeks “Do you mind putting some on it?”
His addams apple bobbed up and down, as he swallowed hard.
He nods before, putting more sunscreen on his hands as he approaches you. Doubting for a second what he was about to do.
Your patience started to run out fast, but before you could complain, his hands started to doug your skin. Making you let out a muffled moan onto your hand.
His expert hands started to wander really quickly, pressing his fingers closer and closer to your clothed sex, each time he did it, the wet patch on your bottom bikini grew.
“Can I?” His husky voice sounded so deep, as he pulled your bikini down your hips.
“Yes, you can” with that he peeled them off your body, slowly, appreciating every new inch of skin his eyes could see.
“Oh god-” Jack groans, when he finally sees your wet folds, dripping because of him, and his marvelous hands.
“Baby you’re so wet, is this because of me?”
You nod, afraid to not be able to talk.
“Use your words” he said, spanking your ass, with a light but firm hand.
“YES” “It’s all because of you” Your words had such a strong effect on him, his desire growing so fast. Needing to have you closer, to touch you, taste you.
His fingers part your folds, toying with your circles, enjoying the way your hips move, seeking more of his touch.
“God you’re so needy” he spread some of the wetness along your folds, before pressing one finger inside of you, making you let out your first real moan of the evening.
Your moans only made his finger move faster inside of you, his eyes enjoying the whole view of your naked body, how your ass jiggled every time he quickened his pace. The dimples in your lower back, and the pleasure showing in your face.
A few more pumps of his fingers and you were a mess.
“Jack I'm so close” "Don't stop”
He added another finger, stretching you more, and adding more pleasure to you. Your orgasm approached like a train, hitting you hard enough to punch all the air out of your lungs. As your whole body convulse in pleasure.
Jack can’t help but admire all of you, and want more.
He pulls out, licking his fingers clean, and moans at the sweet taste of you.
You quickly turn around, pulling him by his forearm closer to you. After staring into each other's eyes as it was the first time ever, you pulled him into a hungry kiss. Teeth crashing, as you devour each other's mouth.
He then travels down your neck, kissing and biting your soft skin.
“Fuck Jack- I need you” you whimper, opening your legs and wrapping them around his hips.}
He groans, pulling his shorts down, letting his hard length grind against your naked sex.
Your eyes fly open, you kinda knew he was big. His throbbing length, thick and undeniably eager, sprang free, catching the morning sun in a way that made your breath hitch. It wasn't just big; it was a statement. A primal, undeniable statement that made your core clench and hum with anticipation.
"Oh," was all you could manage, a whisper caught between a gasp and a moan. Your fingers, still tangled in his hair from the hungry kiss, tightened.
He leaned in, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide with desire. "Is that a good 'oh'?" he rumbled, his voice thick with a question that didn't need answering.
“More than good” you bite your lips,as you help him align with your center. He let out a low growl, a sound that vibrated through your entire body. "Good," he repeated.
With a powerful, deliberate thrust, he entered you.
“Ahh” The sound tore from your throat, a mix of pain and pure, unadulterated pleasure. You were stretched, filled completely, a delicious ache burning deep inside.
"So tight" he groaned, his body trembling as he buried himself to the hilt. He paused, letting you adjust, his chest heaving against yours. "Tell me if it's too much.”
“Oh it could never be too much” you lock your ankles behind his ass keeping him deep inside.
He moved slowly at first, a deep, rhythmic plunge and retreat that had you moaning into his neck.
The wet sound of skin on skin echoing in the quiet morning. The world outside the pool house faded, replaced by the rush of blood in your ears and the wet, sliding sounds of his cock in you.
He picked up the pace, each stroke more confident, more urgent. Your head fell back, eyes fluttering closed as the sensations consumed you.
"Jack! Oh, God!" Your voice was barely a whisper, lost in the rising tide of pleasure. Your hips met his, matching his rhythm, chasing the peak.
"I'm so close," you panted, your body arching, nails digging into his back.
He grinned, a predatory, beautiful smile. "Good," he whispered, pushing one last, deep stroke. "Come for me."
A long, drawn-out scream ripped from your lungs as the orgasm seized you, shaking you to your core. Your body convulsed around him, waves of pleasure crashing over you.
Jack groaned, a guttural sound, and followed you over the edge, his body tensing, spilling his seed deep inside.
Holding onto your hips grinding his pelvis against your overstimulated sex. Hard enough to leave some bruises on your skin.
“God baby that was amazing” he kissed you once again, before pulling out of you and seeing the mess you made.
“Oh and by the way the bikini looked amazing on you. You should wear it more often.” He said, winking at you.
It had been one of the most exhausting shifts John had worked in a long time, a lot of complicated cases that didn’t let him take a breath. And the absence of his favourite nurse, only made him yearn for the end of the night, to finally be home with you.
So when he finally saw the day shift walking into the ER, he let out a relief sight.
“Hey man, how was it?” Robbys's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
John exhaled, shaking his head “I don't really want to talk about it. Parker can fill you in the details”
He stepped closer, pulling Robby into a tight hug before heading into the locker room, his mind racing with thoughts of you.
—
The drive home felt longer than usual, as if all the people in Pittsburgh had decided to get out into the streets. Every red light only made his patience run dangerously low.
When he finally made it home, he made quick strides to the front door of your home, fishing the keys out of his pocket as fast as he could possible could. Not wanting to waste any more time away from you.
He made it inside, getting rid off his backpack in the hallway, along with his shoes. As he started to walk into the house you both shared, he heard your voice in the shower.
Without hesitation, he stepped into the bathroom, finally seeing you, his beautiful girlfriend, who was completely soaked and smelling like his favourite scent in the whole world; a mix of vanilla and caramel filling his nostrils.
“Oh, hi babe” you smiled “How was your shift? Miss me much?” You said, greeting the exhausted man staring at you.
“Awful” he admitted with a defeated tone “And yes, I missed you A LOT”
Before you could answer, he was already tugging at his clothes, peeling them off his body in a fast pace.
As he took them off, your eyes started to roam his naked chest and abdomen, completely lost in the way his muscles flex every time he moved.
But what made your thighs clench together was the slight amount of hair that formed his happy trail, descending into his pants. That already made clear how excited he was to see you.
When he finally let himself out of his clothes, he got in the shower with you, pulling you into a deep kiss, your lips moving in sync, letting you know just how much he’d missed you.
Running his hands along your naked skin, caressing all of you.
For John you were his oxygen, not being able to have you near him at all times killed him. He felt touch-starve, so needy, but still so tired.
“Mhm I missed you too love” you murmured, your body melting into his touch, needing him closer.
But when you pulled back slightly, you saw it in his eyes, the exhaustion. The weight of the day still clinging to him.
So you decided to guide him out of the shower, and into the bedroom, before he passed out right there.
As both of you settle on the edge of the, you whisper “My love-” brushing your finger along his jaw “you’re so tired, let me take care of you” with a soft push of your hands John sits on the bed.
Before doing anything you took a minute to admire him, his big body, not completely ripped, but well toned. He puts a hand behind your knee starting to move up your leg, making you have goosebumps on your skin.
“Honey” he whispers in a sultry voice “I’m too tired, but still I want you to have a good time”
You wet your lips as you put your legs on each side of his hips, straddling him.
“Do you have something in mind?” Your voice sweet as honey, and your hands brushing his pecs, made his already tired mind spin with need.
“I want you to please yourself with my dick” Your pussy dripping already only by thinking about it.
“So what do you think princesses? Are you up for it?” His hands stroking the skin of your back onto your hips, slightly pressing his hard length on your wet folds, making both of you shudder with the feeling.
“I want to make you feel good baby” you say, biting your lips to hold onto the last string of self-restraint left in you.
“And you will, just take what you need”
His words set the fire in you.
He laid down, as you turned around, sitting in between his legs.
You sat on his pelvis grinding a little bit on him, letting him feel how wet you were.
“God you’re so wet baby, you’re going to kill me” His hands flew to his hair tangling his fingers on it, trying to remain calm.
When you finally decided to finish torturing him, you aligned your wet folds with his length. Sinking slowly, taking in every inch of him.
The way his fat dick stretched your walls, made your fingers squish into his thighs. When he finally bottomed out your nails marked his skin, with red stripes, that made him let a groan out.
That made you stop your movements.
“Sorry babe-” you tried to apologize, but John cut you off.
“Don’t stop,” he said, in a tone that he usually only used while running the ER. Making your pussy clench harder on his dick.
You started to move your ass up and down his length, he cursed under his breath watching the way he disappeared inside of wet folds, making his cock twitch.
“Yes, bounce on it baby” his hand landing a slap on your asscheek, leaving a red handprint on your skin.
“Oh John-” his name dripping from your lips, made his balls tighten up, making him get increasingly closer to his orgasm.
Your movements grew more desperate, chasing your own release. Each time you sank down, you felt him deeper, hitting that sensitive spot that made your knees weak.
To help you both, he sat up slightly, one hand sliding between you to circle slow, firm motions where you needed it most.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured. “All needy- fucking yourself on my dick”
His harsh words and his fingers on your clit made your burst, making a mess, your walls clamping on John's cock. Taking him even deeper.
“That’s it,” he groaned, hips beginning to move with more urgency. “Just like that.”
You were still trembling when he whispered, breath uneven, “I’m close… Where do you want me?”
You both knew the answer. Still, hearing him ask made heat ignite inside you again.
“Inside please” Your needy moan, was all he needed to let go.
“Fuck you're such a good girl” With that he trusted deep, making sure everydrop got inside of you.
He held you tight as he let go, burying his face against your neck, pressing a lingering kiss there as you both tried to catch your breath.
For a moment, neither of you removed. Holding you as close as John had needed to have you all night.
“I love you” John murmured against the soft skin of your neck.
“I love you too” you smiled.
And that quiet moment, wrapped around each other, heartbeats slowing together. Was exactly all he needed to survive another day.
You were lying on your bed, waiting for Adrian to return from Chris’s cabin. Earlier that morning he had murmured something about needing to help Adebayo and Chris, then slipped away.
Now it was nearly 2 a.m., and he still hadn’t come back. Worry started to flood your body, keeping you wide awake, your thoughts racing, not letting you feel a single drop of exhaustion.
Just when you were about to get up and switch off the light, the door creaked open. Soft, hesitant footsteps approached the bedroom.
A hundred different scenarios rushed through your mind, but none of them prepared you for the sight of your boyfriend crossing the door, eyes red and swollen, cheeks covered with dried tears.
“What happened, baby? Are you okay?” you whispered, cupping his face in your hands, searching desperately for any sign of injury. A knot tightened deep in your stomach.
“I’m…” His voice cracked, breaking into a shaky breath. “Chris is gone.” His gaze fell to the floor, shoulders collapsing under invisible weight.
“What? Gone? How?” you asked, struggling to understand.
“He crossed over… into the other dimension. And he’s never coming back.” His words dissolved into raw, heart-wrenching sobs that filled the room.
You pulled him into your arms, pressing his body against yours, holding him as hard as you could. You had never seen Adrian like this, so undone, so broken.
“It’s going to be okay, baby,” you murmured into his hair, trying to soothe him. “Maybe… maybe he’ll find a way to come back.” But the weight of the letter was still echoing in Adrian’s chest.
“He didn’t even mention me,” he gasped, each word sharp with pain. “Me—his best friend.” His breathing hitched, ragged, his lungs not getting enough air.
“Aw, baby. I’m so sorry he did that,” you whispered, stroking his back. “But I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
You cursed Chris silently. Classic Peacemaker, hurting Adrian, making him feel unworthy of love. If only you could put your hands on him and-
“Babe… are you okay? You’re breathing like really hard,” Adrian asked suddenly, looking at you with concern through his tears.
“Yeah,” you lied softly, forcing a small smile. “Don’t worry about me.” You didn’t want him to see your anger, even though Chris was an asshole, he was still Adrian’s dearest friend.
So you calmed yourself, brushing his hair back from his face. “Do you want to watch Fargo? I’ll make popcorn. And… I bought that candy you love.” You would do anything—absolutely anything—to see him smile again.
And when you caught the faint curve of his lips, your heart finally eased.
“Of course I want to watch Fargo with you,” he said, kissing you tenderly before wrapping you in a fierce embrace. “My favorite girl in the whole world.”
Your heart felt full again.
“Don’t worry about Chris,” you whispered. “I’m sure you guys will find a way to bring him back.”
His eyes locked onto yours
“I love you,” he breathed, his eyes glistening once more—but this time with tears of gratitude, and not grief.
“I love you more.”
Even if you didn't have the superpowers to bring Chris back, you knew one thing: you would do everything in your power to keep Adrian happy, even if it meant learning how parallel worlds work.
It was your big day—your birthday. A day that had never been your favorite. You didn’t like to celebrate it; in fact, you hated being the center of attention. Sometimes it felt more like torture you had to endure than a fun day to enjoy with family and friends.
But that had changed since you met Adrian. Somehow, he made you feel special in a way you’d never experienced before.
So when he called you to tell you he had a surprise planned, anticipation and excitement bubbled inside of you.
“Hey, babe. I want to let you know that I prepared something for tonight. Just don’t come home until 7 p.m., okay?”
A surprise? For me?
“Of course, babe. I’ll be there after seven.” You could hardly wait.
–
When the time had finally come, you were standing outside your apartment door, trembling with excitement. When you finally managed some courage, you pushed it open.
The first thing you saw was a path of roses leading toward your room, candlelight flickering along the way. Your heart skipped. He had really outdone himself. Adrian wasn’t exactly a romantic guy, but he loved making you happy—and he wasn’t afraid to step out of his comfort zone to do it.
As you reached for the doorknob, music filled your ears. But then you froze. That song. It wasn’t just any song—it was the song. Fuck, he remembered…
One night, tipsy on too much wine, you’d confessed to Adrian between laughter and flushed cheeks that one of your fantasies was to have sex on your birthday to “Birthday Sex.” Not very creative, but still.
A goosebump ran down your spine as you pushed the door open.
Inside, Adrian was sitting at the edge of the bed, looking kinda nervous. His suit jacket hugged his frame, his mask was off, letting you see his handsome features lit up by candlelight.
“Adrian, I—I have no words. This is perfect.” You grinned, feeling like the luckiest girl alive.
“Did you like it? I remembered what you said that night at the bar, about your fantasy… so I wanted to make it real.” He looked so proud, it wasn't easy to find gifts that didn't require any help from Harcourt or Adebayo.
He stood up, closing the distance between you and him.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Yeah, baby. I love it.”
But he pulled you closer, kissing you harder, swallowing the air from your lungs. A low groan vibrated in his chest as his mouth hovered just above yours.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he rasped, voice low enough to make your thighs press together.
So you pulled him into a deeper kiss, all messy and needy. When you finally parted, you tried to unzip his suit, but his hand caught yours.
“Wait. First, I want to make you feel good.” His eyes burned into yours, his palm kneading your ass.
With steady hands, he undid the zip of your jeans, peeling them off along with your shirt, leaving you in only your black lingerie. Making his jaw drop.
“Jesus—fuck. You look… stunning.” He bit his lip, drinking you in.
His lips traveled along your neck, your chest. You closed your eyes, savoring every kiss, every brush of his lips. He trailed lower, teasing you with his mouth until he reached the waistband of your panties. And then he stopped.
He pulled apart guiding you gently to the bed, he then laid flat on the bed. “C’mere.” He tapped his chest before sliding his hands lower to your hips.
You blinked down at him, confused—until he tugged you forward, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it.
“On my face. Sit on me—I wanna taste you properly.”
Your breath caught. “Adrian—”
“Please,” he begged, desperate, eyes shining. “It’s your birthday. Let me give you this.”
With trembling thighs, you climbed over him, straddling his face as he groaned needily. His mouth brushed your clothed sex, leaving wet kisses that made you whine.
“Mhm, don’t be so desperate, babe. You know I’m gonna give it to you anyway.” His lips latched onto your clit through the damp fabric, sucking hard enough to make you gasp.
“Fuck—Adrian!”
He groaned at the sound of his name, vibrating through you. But he wasn’t going to give in so easily.
“What, sweetheart? Use your words.”
“I need you—closer,” you panted, grinding against his mouth. But his hands pinned you in place.
“Adrian, please,” you whined, sending another pulse straight to his cock straining against his suit. His groan rumbled through you, making you shudder.
Finally, he tugged your panties aside, hands gripping your ass hard as his tongue slid between your folds. The needy moan he let out told you just how much he loved your taste.
Your fingers tangled in his curls, pulling, urging him closer. His tongue worked circles over your clit, hitting just the right spot that had your back arching and loud moans tearing from your throat.
He didn’t stop—not until you finally shattered, coming hard against his mouth, coating his lips and tongue.
Even then, he licked you through the aftershocks until you were too overstimulated to stay still. You collapsed backward, settling on his chest, cupping his flushed face and running your fingers along his cheeks.
“You look so fucking hot right now. But I need to feel you… closer.”
His cock twitched at your words. “Fuck—you’re gonna kill me.”
He flipped you onto your back, yanking off the last piece of fabric keeping him from you. His suit hit the floor somewhere behind him as he knelt between your thighs, cock brushing your soaked folds.
“Oh god—” His breath stuttered as his tip slid against your wetness.
“Please… I can’t wait anymore.”
He sank into you slowly, both of you moaning desperately at the stretch. Your nails clawed his back, leaving red marks with every thrust.
Each movement had you seeing stars. You clung to him, drowning in the way he filled you.
“I’m glad you liked the surprise” Adrian murmured, voice ragged.
“I love it, baby. God—thank you.” Words fell apart as he hit that sweet spot inside you, your walls squeezing him tight.
He slowed, just to rub your clit, kissing along your neck, wanting for it to last forever.
“God, you feel amazing.” He pressed your legs toward your chest, going even deeper.
“Adrian… harder,” you begged, eyes filled with tears.
“Yesss come for me. Let go baby.” His thrusts turned relentless, rough, shaking you apart.
“You’re so tight—fuck, I’m gonna—” His words dissolved as you both fell over the edge together, pleasure ripping through you.
Your mixed release dripped between your thighs as he collapsed on top of you, hands caressing every inch like you were the most precious thing in the world.
“God, I love you,” he breathed.
“I love you too,” you whispered back, overwhelmed by the intensity of it.
Summary: Your platonic crush on Adrian turns out to be mutual.
Warnings: +18, smut, MDNI, Oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PIV, cum play.
You had this silly crush on Adrian for a long time, but for you it was only platonic, something that he should never know, until today.
You were in the meeting with the crew to talk about the butterflies and your plan to defeat them. But something else caught your attention…
Adrian as per usual was sitting on the chair with his Vigilante suit on- God it looked so hot on him- but today your eyes were glued to the thick outline of the huge bulge in his pants.
You hadn’t even realized how long you’d been staring until it was too late.
Adrian noticed. Of course he did. The meeting was boring anyway, so he shifted in his chair, spreading his thighs wider, the fabric pulling taut around the bulge in his pants. Obscene. Tempting. Your thighs pressed together under the table, heat flooding between them.
Until reality hit you like a truck, when your gaze snapped back up to his, only to find his eyes already locked on yours. Fuck. It hadn’t been your plan to let him know.
Desperate to cover yourself, you turned to Harcourt and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Anything to seem normal. Anything to stop thinking about Adrian’s cock filling you up.
But it was already too late.
—
His little act left you wet and aching all day. So when you finally got home you decided that it was the perfect time to use your favorite toy.
You laid on your bed, spread your legs wide and started to press the toy against your entrance. The wetness helped you to push the toy deeper.
Your back arched at the thought of his cock instead, thick, heavy, splitting you open and hitting every spot your toy never could.
“Mhm fuck-” You moaned louder than usual. Hours of pent-up tension made your body too sensitive. So you let it all out even naming the person that made you get this horny. Letting his name spill from your lips like a prayer.
“Adrian yess… please Adrian…” If only he was there to hear you.
—
Adrian wasn’t doing much better either.
When the meeting ended he was left aching, the friction of the suit had become torture, way more than he could take. The way you bit your lip, the flush on your cheeks, the rise and fall of your chest — it was burned into his brain. He needed to see you, even if it was only to talk.
So after thinking for a while he decided to pay you a visit. Of course, Adrian being Adrian, he climbed the fire escape, until he finally got to your window.
He froze, eyes wide. He should’ve left, should’ve turned around. But he couldn’t. Not when you looked like that. Laying naked with your legs spread while you fuck yourself with the pink toy, made his cock throb painfully against the suit.
Hearing his name on your lips nearly killed him. It couldn't be him, right? It was probably another Adrian, like that guy from the store or someone else, it had to be someone else.
Too caught in his thoughts he didn't even notice when you left the bed, clutching the sheets around your body, until you were staring right at him.
“Adrian?” your voice was raspy from all the screaming. Your body was now covered with your sheets. Your eyes couldn't believe what you were seeing, maybe it was a new superpower of yours, chanting people's names and making them appear.
He looked like a deer in headlights, caught red-handed.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to— I mean, I did want to see you, but not like— not naked. Not now. Well, not now now.” You laugh at his honestly and the way his cheeks started to blush.
“It's okay Adrian. Do you… want to come in?” If he was already here, why not take advantage of the situation, right?
“Sure, yeah” When he stepped inside, his eyes went straight to the toy still glistening on your bed. His cock strained even harder.
You noticed too. The bulge in his pants was undeniable. Heat rushed through you, causing a drip to run down your thigh. So you took a few slow steps and closed the space between you until there was only an inch left.
“Kiss me” you whispered.
Adrian didn’t hesitate. His hand tangled in your hair, lips crashing into yours with a hunger that stole your breath. The sheets slipped away, baring yourself fully to him. His groan vibrated against your mouth.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. I need to taste you—please, let me.” His voice cracked with desperation.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes yes please” He begged “I need to know how your whole body tastes” His lips moving along your jaw and neck, leaving a few bites between wet kisses.
“okay yeah-”
You didn't know what to expect from the guy that had the same sense of humor of a teenage boy, you thought he’d be as clueless as one.
You were completely wrong, his tongue moved with an expertise that took all the air out of your lungs. He ate you like you were the most exquisite dish in the whole universe.
His tongue worked you with expert precision, licking, sucking, teasing your swollen clit before plunging inside you. The sounds he made, like he was feasting, like he couldn’t get enough, left you a mess.
You looked down, breathless, at the sight of his face buried between your thighs, hands gripping them so hard you will have marks tomorrow. He looked beautiful like this — filthy, hungry, yours.
A few more flicks of his tongue and you broke, gasping, crying out his name as the orgasm ripped through you. He only held you tighter, drawing it out, refusing to stop until you were shaking. Making you experience the most mind blowing orgasm you had ever experienced before.
Once he licked you clean, he came to your face kissing you and letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Both moaning and aching for more.
“Can I fuck you? Please I need to feel you-” His puppy eyes could never let you say no to him.
You needed it as bad as him, so you nodded and ripped the suit off his body, how he can be so damn fine.
He started to stroke his cock which was leaking with precum, ready to be inside of you.
“God- you look so pretty like this” He pressed your legs up to your chest and started to slip inside of you reaching places that had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head.
Everytime he thrusted he left out a sinful amount of moans and whimpers that had you wetting the bed and his thighs.
His thrusts could break the bead in two, he is so strong, god. And the way he moves his hips…
His fingers started to move on your clit “Come for me baby, I want to feel you come undone on my cock”.
Your second orgasm crashed over you, violent and raw, leaving you shaking.
His muffled moans against the skin of your neck made your walls clench tight around him, that was all it took for him to break.
Hot release spilled inside you as he kept thrusting, fucking it deeper, overstimulating you both. Until your nails carved red lines into his back. He groaned at the sting, loving it.
Finally, he collapsed onto your chest, panting, sweaty, a tangled mess of limbs and heat.
Neither of you moved. You just held each other, skin to skin, hearts still racing.
Summary: Caught touching yourself on the couch, your awkward roommate Adrian Chase suddenly isn’t so awkward anymore.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, unproctected piv.
You hadn’t really looked at Adrian Chase as anything other than your awkward, nerdy roommate, who also happens to have a weird obsession with birds— until tonight.
It was late, after another failed date. It left you feeling angry and so turned on, that your mind didn’t care about anything but to cum.
That's why the minute you enter your shared apartment, you collapse onto the couch, and let your hand wander down your body. Taking your jeans and panties off, to let your fingers play with your wet count. First playing with your clit until you needed to feel full of something, so you started to pump your two fingers in and out. Making wet sounds fill the quiet room along with soft, desperate moans.
After a few pumps of your fingers you were so close, and then the front door opened. Your nerdy roommate having such bad timing as usual.
“You know, we should buy some new—” Adrian froze mid-sentence. The silence was brutal. You stayed there ruined, legs spread, fingers still buried inside yourself, staring at him like you’ve seen a ghost.
Adrian’s face was priceless — mouth parted, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide behind his glasses. “I’m—uh—I didn’t know you were— busy.” Even though his words showed how sorry he was, his body betrayed him, and it started to get closer to you anyway.
You jump trying to cover or at least to take your fingers out of you. “Adrian, I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see—” But you were cut off by his big hands touching your thighs. Making you let out a whimper instead.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” His eyes stayed glued on your dripping center, as his fingers started to move closer to your dripping folds, but not fast enough for you.
“Adri, please,” you moan- needy.
That broke any kind of restraint he had left. His fingers started to rub your clit fast and hard, making you arch and moan his name until your throat burned. Seeing you like that only made him more horny, making him whimper a little.
The sounds he was making only made you more sensitive to his touch. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum—” you gasped.
“Yesss yess cum for me,” he urged, his rhythm quickening, his pupils completely blown.
You kept on moaning his name between some curses too. God If only you had known how good he was at this, you’d have done this a long time ago. “Yes like that- Adrian please don’t stop”
He’d heard you before, moaning others's names through these thin walls or muffled behind closed doors, wishing he was the cause of your screams. But now he had you coming apart right under him.
Heat burned through him, making his skin hot to the touch. He stripped fast, revealing his toned body that has been always hidden under those dorky clothes.
You bit your lip, hungry for him. “God, Adrian, you’re so—”
“What? Hot?” he smirked, laughing breathlessly. “I know. It’s a shock, isn’t it?”
But before you could even answer, he nudged his tip at your entrance — and thrust in, filling you to the hilt. Giving you no time to adjust to his surprising size. His hips pounded into you at a brutal, but perfect pace.
“Fuck- you look so pretty like this- so full” His hips moving so aggressive on you, that you are sure you’re going to have some bruises tomorrow. “ I'm gonna make you cum so hard you’re never going to think about none of those assholes ever again"
Your second orgasm hit you like a wave, tearing through you as his fingers worked on your clit, making you gush down his thighs, soaking the couch. Your nails clawed red lines into his back, urging him closer to his own release.
“Can I—fuck—cum inside? Please?” he begged.
You only trapped him deeper with your legs, and that was enough for him. He spilled inside you with a groan, so much that it dripped out of you.
Both of you trembling, still connected, both staring at the sticky mess you’d made together.
“That…” Adrian breathed, eyes wide, “was amazing".
God he looked so hot like that, his curly hair a bit messy, flushed cheeks, and those glasses that made him look so cute even if his cock was still inside of you.
Warnings: Smut, (Minors DNI), Unprotected piv, creampie, semipublic sex (please if you don't feel comfortable with this don't read it)
Summary: A routine visit to the E.R. turns into something much more fun.
Note: Insipired by "Everyday-Ariana Grande"
It shouldn't be so hard to keep your needs under control — after all, you weren’t a hormonal teenager anymore. But having John Carter as your boyfriend made that task completely impossible.
You were supposed to just drop by the E.R. to show him an x-ray. Simple. Quick. Professional.
But now, somehow, you were in the x-ray room, sitting on the table with your boyfriend standing between your thighs — kissing like two people starving for each other.
“Mmm, John...” you moaned against his mouth, his hands roaming your body with practiced urgency. He gripped your hips and pulled you closer, grinding into you. God, he looked good. It was impossible not to want him everyday. Not that he ever complained — but doing this at work? That was a line you thought you’d never cross.
Yet here you were, moaning into his mouth, needing more.
“Baby, you feel so good,” he whispered, voice thick with lust.
In minutes, your pants and underwear were on the floor. John’s fingers slid between your folds, warm and wet and eager.
“You’re soaked,” he groaned, eyes nearly black with desire. “You’ve been like this all day?”
You couldn’t speak — too afraid to let out a moan — so you nodded instead.
“Such a needy girl.”
His fingers teased you, sliding through your slick heat, making your legs tremble. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more. Needed him.
“Please, Carter. I need you—”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
With one swift motion, he pushed his scrubs down, freeing his hard, thick cock. Then, gripping your hips, he lined himself up — and with a single thrust, he filled you completely, stealing the breath from your lungs.
“God, baby, you feel so good,” John groaned, holding you tightly as he began to move.
Each thrust sent your mind spiraling. His body against yours, his cock pressing deep — it was almost too much. That heat in your belly was building fast, your walls clenching around him with every stroke.
Carter felt it too. He could feel how your pussy gripped him, how wet you were for him. He was close, but he held back, wanting you to fall apart first.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled, thrusting harder.
That was all it took.
Your orgasm hit fast, your body spasming, gushing around him as you cried out his name. The moment he felt you fall apart like that, he followed — groaning as he came hard inside you, gripping your hips with enough force to bruise as he spilled deep, filling you completely.
You collapsed against him for a moment, breathless. Then, trying to look as composed as possible, you slipped out first — smoothing your clothes and pretending nothing had happened.
You told yourself this would be the last time.
But deep down, you already knew the truth:
If he was close enough to you, you'd do it all over again.
Summary: A soft, sultry morning turns into something much more intense as John wakes up still buried inside you
Warning: 18+, Smut, (Minors DNI), Unprotected piv, cockwarming, creampie, (please if you don't feel comfortable with this don't read it)
Notes: It's my first work and english isn't my fist language. Still I hope you like It :)
Last night was another of the many nights John spent at your place — and let’s just say, you didn’t waste the time.
John began to stir slightly as the first faint light of dawn crept through the bedroom windows, casting a soft, ethereal glow across the sheets and the naked, entwined bodies of the two of you. He sighed softly, savoring how good your skin felt against his.
His eyes fluttered open, immediately seeking the beautiful face of the woman draped across his chest. A slow, lazy smile spread across his lips as he took you in. Drunk in love, his hands began to wander, caressing your body. He could feel his cock, still nestled deep inside you, beginning to swell again at the intimate contact — already aching to make love to you once more.
"Good morning, beautiful," John murmured.
You groaned in response, too sleepy to care or understand.
“Shhh, it’s okay, baby. Go back to sleep,” he whispered, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, one hand drawing slow, gentle circles on your hip. “It’s too early for that pretty little mouth to be complaining. I’d rather hear it moaning my name.”
And with that, your senses slowly returned. You could feel the heat building between you again, already catching on to John’s intentions.
“Besides,” he continued, voice darker now, “I know a much better way to wake you up. A way that’ll have you screaming, and shaking, and coming all over me.”
He rolled his hips forward, grinding his now fully erect shaft deeper into your warm, sensitive walls. You gasped, a sharp breath escaping your kiss-swollen lips at the sudden, delicious stimulation. A wicked grin curled his mouth as he felt you instinctively clench around him — your body already eager for more, even as your mind remained fogged with sleep.
“John—” you moaned, your voice barely a whisper, lost in the feeling of him inside you.
“I’m going to fuck you awake, sweetheart,” he promised, beginning to move his hips in slow, deep thrusts that made your whole body tremble. You whimpered softly, muffled moans escaping your throat. God, it felt good — the way his cock filled you, disappeared between your folds, again and again. Overwhelmed by the sensations, your hips began to move, desperate for more friction.
He felt every movement you made — grinding against him, drawing him closer to the edge. But he wasn’t going to let go. Not yet. Not until you came undone on his cock.
“Just like that, sweetheart,” he groaned, picking up his pace.
“Oh John—f–uck,” you moaned, needing more, needing control. You lifted yourself up, riding him, your hips moving up and down his glistening length. His eyes darkened, nearly black, drunk on the sight of your body bouncing on top of him, your pussy gripping his cock so fucking tight.
The heat between you intensified, your movements becoming more frantic, more needy. His hands gripped your hips, hard enough to leave bruises. “Oh fuck—John.”
He could feel how close you were, your walls pulsing around him. Sliding his hand between your bodies, he found your clit and rubbed fast, tight circles against it.
“John, I’m gonna—” you gasped, but your words were lost to a perfect thrust of his hips.
“I know, princess. Just let go.”
And you did.
Your body shattered around him, your first orgasm of the day crashing through you. John followed seconds later, groaning as he gripped your hips, holding you flush against him while he spilled inside. He pressed wet kisses to your neck and collarbone, still catching his breath.
“So pretty. My pretty girl.”
You collapsed on his chest again, skin warm against his, utterly blissed out — soaking in every last ounce of how good he made you feel.
