Headshots for jacob alden x fem reader who stays up super late and wakes Jacob up to hang out at crazy hours? I am indifferent if it is nsfw or not, whatever you think fits best! If you write, thank you(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
Heyyy y'all I'm not dead just busy ahhhh work is work and hobbies are hobbies so let's just continue .... anyway love y'all🐑✨ {I'll make a separate post for any one who wants the scoop}
Summery- despite being your stalker Jacob is your dream man (like the one you've been praying for) so when you find out how deep Mr.alden's devotion runs you decide it doesn't matter how selfish you can be, your waking his stalker ass up and doing whatever the hell you want *you even made him put a special ringtone on his phone for you*
Poor man gets so grumpy too you almost forgot he's your pethedic stalker,
So you decide he now is your personal
YESMAN!
{spicy undercut 18+,thanks!}
2:20 am
The insomnia was kicking your ass,... again
You'd spent the last two hours staring at the ceiling, reading half a book, making tea that had long since gone cold, and contemplating whether counting sheep was a personal attack at this point. Then your stomach growled. Loudly. That settled it. There was only one cure for a night like this: a trip to the local 7-Eleven for the most questionable assortment of snacks imaginable. Better yet, you knew exactly who was driving.
With all the confidence of a duchess summoning her most loyal knight, you grabbed your phone and called Jacob. It rang just long enough for you to imagine him buried beneath a pile of blankets before a groggy, thoroughly unimpressed voice answered.
"…What?"
"I'm hungry."
"...Congratulations."
"I need you to escort me to 7-Eleven."
Tired breathing and the phone crackling as he processed her demand request....
"...You woke me up at three in the morning... for snacks?"
"And a drink."
A long, defeated sigh crackled through the speaker. You could practically hear him regretting every decision that had led to becoming hopelessly obsessed with you, but we just call that devotion.
"...Give me ten minutes."
You smiled to yourself as the call ended.
Right on cue, ten minutes later, his headlights rolled into your driveway. For someone who complained every step of the way, he never once failed to show up.
You slipped into your favorite nightgown, taking an extra minute to smooth the fabric and brush your hair until it framed your face just right.
It wasn't as though you needed to impress Jacob. The poor man was already hopelessly devoted to you he'd probably think you looked beautiful wrapped in a blanket with bedhead.
Still, there was something delightfully cruel about giving him exactly what he wanted: a pretty sight waiting on the porch after he'd dragged himself out of bed at three in the morning.
If he was desperate enough to answer every call, the least you could do was reward him for being such an obedient little stalker.
Besides... maybe seeing you all dressed up would distract him from complaining the entire drive.
You slid into the passenger seat, smoothing your nightgown over your knees as Jacob pulled away from the curb.
It didn't take long before you caught him stealing another glance, then another at the next stop sign, and another whenever he thought you weren't paying attention.
A smile tugged at your lips.
"Jacob."
He hummed absentmindedly, eyes flicking back to the road.
"Eyes on the road."
He cleared his throat.
"They are."
You let out a quiet laugh.
"Liar. You've looked at me five times in the last minute."
His grip tightened around the steering wheel, the tips of his ears beginning to redden.
"...I haven't."
"Six."
He sighed through his nose, refusing to look at you now.
"You're enjoying this."
"Immensely,"
you admitted, unable to hide your grin.
"You're making me look pathetic."
You leaned back in your seat, completely pleased with yourself.
"Jacob," you said sweetly,
"you've been stalking me for months. I didn't make you look pathetic...you managed that all by yourself."
For the rest of the drive, he didn't dare look your way again... at least not while he thought you were watching.
Eventually, the familiar glow of the convenience store came into view, washing the empty parking lot in harsh fluorescent light.
Jacob eased his old red pickup into a parking space, killed the engine, and was already reaching for the door before you had even unbuckled your seatbelt.
By the time you stepped out, he'd rounded the truck and was standing beside your door, pulling it open without so much as a word.
You didn't thank him. You didn't have to. It was simply expected now.
Somewhere along the way, opening doors, walking on the outside of the sidewalk, making sure you never had to lift a finger it had all become second nature to him.
The "poor man" had become so hopelessly devoted that he anticipated your wants before you even voiced them, and watching him dutifully fall into step beside you filled you with a quiet, smug sort of satisfaction.
Inside, the store was nearly deserted, save for the bored cashier half-asleep behind the register and the constant hum of refrigerators lining the walls.
You took your time wandering the aisles, your insomnia having gifted you with an endless reserve of patience tonight. Every snack seemed worthy of consideration.
You picked one up, inspected the nutrition label as though it held the secrets of the universe, frowned, and put it back only to repeat the process with another.
Out of the corner of your eye, Jacob remained exactly where he'd always be close enough to reach you in a heartbeat, far enough away not to crowd you.
He followed silently, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, pretending to study shelves he clearly had no interest in.
It was almost amusing how restless he became.
Every so often his hand twitched toward the pocket where his phone rested before he caught himself and forced it away again.
You knew that look. Months ago, before you'd turned his unhealthy fixation into something he could only indulge under your rules, he'd have been snapping photographs without hesitation, desperate to preserve every moment.
Now he didn't dare.
You'd made it abundantly clear that when the two of you were together, the camera stayed home.
No exceptions.
The only thing he was allowed to keep was whatever memory he could burn into his own mind, and judging by the way his eyes lingered on you whenever he thought you weren't looking, that punishment seemed almost worse. It made him fidget, made him swallow hard, made him look away only to steal another glance seconds later.
The desperation was written all over him, and you had to fight the urge to smile. There was something deeply satisfying about watching someone who'd once hidden in the shadows with complete confidence now reduced to silently following behind you,
waiting for your approval like a man who couldn't decide whether he was being rewarded or tortured.
You let the silence stretch on just a little longer, deliberately taking the scenic route through every aisle in the building.
He never complained. Not once. He simply shadowed your every step, patient despite the late hour, despite the fact that you'd dragged him out of bed in the middle of the night for nothing more than convenience-store snacks.
Only after what felt like an eternity did you finally settle on a single drink and one snack. You carried them to the counter, set them down with deliberate care, then took one small step backward, folding your hands behind your back as though the next part required no explanation at all.
It didn't.
Jacob looked from you, to the cashier, to the items on the counter, and with the resigned sigh of a man who already knew exactly what you expected, reached for his wallet without being asked.
The ride back was quiet,...heavy almost.
Jacob hadn’t said a word, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles had gone pale.
Finally, you looked over at him and derected. “Pull over.”
Of course he did.
The second the truck stopped, you turned toward him. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
You didn’t believe him, you spoke with a slight conviction “Jacob.”
His expression faltered, that not so good poker face cracking right before your eyes
“I-...don’t know what you want me to say,” he all but whispered it came out more desperate than he intended
“The truth.” you spoke back almost immediately like you were correcting him
For a moment, he just stared down at his hands. Then he let out a shaky breath, his eyes starting to gloss over... Part of you felt guilty the other part felt so satisfied almost turned on
“I love this.” his voice was practically nothing
“Love what Jacob?”
you spoke again your tone telling him to speak up you watched his Adam's Apple Bob and how he took that oh so familiar deep breath
“Doing things for you....Being the person you call. Knowing only I can make you happy.”
His voice cracked slightly but eventually he just laughed, he was struggling...he was losing it.
“And I hate how much I love it.”
You watched him quietly.
“Say it.”
You all but demanded
Jacob looked at you, and the exhaustion finally showed. His eyes were glassy, his composure barely holding together.
“I love you.”
The words came out like he was admitting something he’d been terrified of.
“And what does that make you?”
He gave a small, broken laugh, wiping at his face with the back of his hand slightly snuffling
“Pathetic...i-..I'm a y-yesman,...drove across town at t-two in the morning because you wanted snacks. A-and if you called me tomorrow night, I’d still come.”
A tear threatened at the corner of his eye as he looked away.
“b-but I can’t help it.”
The silence sat between you...then he whispered, almost embarrassed by his own honesty.
“I’m hopeless-"
She cut him off not because she was tired physically or mentally but only because she could take so much of his pathetic little theatrics
"hopeless is as hopeless does my love, but for not when we get back to the neighborhood I'm going to give you exactly 2 minutes to give Cameron meet me at my house... I think you earned it"
You said earned it like it had burned you maybe he wasn't the only one being dramatic tonight
-------nsfw undercut------
📸- the items that were prepared for him before he even got in your house was a chair, handcuffs and a camera stand.
📸- you had him sit down on the chair you had him handcuffed, you put his camera on the stand right about his height to where he could take pictures,
📸-every time he would whine for you to do something or take off your clothes like a pathetic puppy, you would tease him even more,
As in act like you were going to take your clothes off,
Make him strip down pants and boxers included..
And obviously at this point his pretty cock was at Attention against his stomach
📸- oh, and he begged quite a lot.
"f-fuck i-... P-please take your clothes off?! How can I get a good shot if-..."
"oh? would you look at that you're already dripping Alden"
"n-no PLEASE I-?!?"
"no wonder you're whining so much, you're practically dripping like a b*tch in heat"
he would practically be sobbing at that point that knot in his pretty little belly getting too tight... Just from your words alone
"n-need you...agh-.. n-no!!"
Soon a thick rope of pearly white was everywhere all over his stomach, all over his camera...
📸- eventually, once you two get down to it he is so good at being all over you ... just the right amount of pace and the right amount of depth to make you squirm along with him... The way he grabbed the fat of your hips but still sobbed for your love and attention like the pathetic mutt he was.. and the positions he put you in clearly you could tell he watched a lot of pornos..
📸-after everything was said and done, at the end of the day he was just a yesman, he took care of you he obeyed you and most importantly he was obsessed with you.... And you knew that it must be tiring so the aftercare was your specialty... You pampered that man like no tomorrow , just a perk of staying around you he assumed... And somehow after everything you were able to sleep..
wow two fanfics in one day!? i know you're eatin good tonight! this one was another request by none other than @crazit0! so be sure to give them a big round of applause :>
tw: Austin being mentioned, Jacob breaking in, that's pretty much it
Summary: Reader comes home after a long day of dealing with Austin at the mall, going straight to bed. Jacob, the handsome Texan man, takes this opportunity to sneak in, laying with you in bed before he eventually falls asleep by accident.
Whoopsies! (Jacob Alden x Reader)
requested by @crazit0 :3
After another day of dealing with Austin the asshole at the mall, you finally came home after getting some new stuff. You pulled into the driveway, shielding yourself and your goodies from the rain as you practically sprinted to your front door.
"Freaking rain…"
You took out your keys, unlocking the front door before setting your stuff down on the kitchen counter.
Deciding that you'd look through your goodies in the morning, you left them there, heading upstairs to your bedroom to go to bed.
"Ugh, finally, bedtime."
You grinned, going to the bathroom to freshen up for once.
Brushing your teeth and then your hair, you stripped down to nothing and changed into your pajamas, yawning before checking the time.
8:58, damn, pretty early compared to when I normally go to bed…
Shrugging it off, you crawled into bed, turning off the lights and setting your things off to the side. Grabbing a plushie, you cuddled it, falling asleep peacefully.
Suddenly, while you were asleep, the window creaked open. The man had done this many times, just to please his inner demons. He sighed, smiling down at your peaceful sleeping figure. Jacob caressed your face in his hands, shivering from touching you.
"Oh darlin'…. If only you knew what you did to me. One day, we'll be together forever, I promise." He grinned, sitting on the bed next to your sleeping form.
"You look so perfect like this, so vulnerable, all for me…" He whispered, laying down next to you.
"God, do you even know what'cha do to me?"
Jacob ranted, coiling some of your hair around his finger.
He then wrapped his arms around you, deciding that he didn't care if you woke up, all he wanted was to be close to you. Jacob brought you close to his chest, allowing you to feel the warmth. He chuckled, kissing your forehead before taking his flannel off, setting his glasses on your nightstand before snuggling back up with you.
"Sleep well muffin, I'll see you in the mornin'."
He cooed, falling asleep next to you while holding you in his arms.
THE NEXT MORNING
Your eyes slowly fluttered open, snuggling in closer towards the incoming warmth.
"Mmmph…"
Your groaned, hiding your face in what you thought was your pillow. Turns out, it was a human chest.
I don't remember inviting anyone home last night…
You look up at the other sleeping face next to yours, immediately jolting up from the spot.
It was your neighbor Jacob! How did he get in here?!
The man stirred in his sleep, his green eyes opening before he looked up at you, now wide awake and most likely scared.
Shit.
"I can explain."
He stammered, which was just another you found cute about him.
You decided to tackle him, laying your head back on his hairy chest with your arms wrapped around him.
"Don't. Just hold me for awhile." you whispered, closing your eyes again as you drifted off to sleep more comfortably.
Jacob's heart fluttered, his own arms wrapped around you as he pulled you close, kissing your cheeks softly.
"As you wish, sunshine, as you wish."
guys this reader is literally me because I have the overwhelming urge to just shove my face into his chest, IT LOOKS SO SOFT I WANNA USE HIM AS A PILLOW!!! anyways, onto divider credits because crediting ppl is epik :]
Divider credits belong to @softandsleepyboy
sleepy
To him control meant safety and comfort, a way to keep the world from hurting him again. If everything stayed the way he wanted it then nothing unexpected could happen and nothing could be taken from him. That was how he survived for so long. But when it came to you something changed in him that he never expected.
You had never been part of his plans, never something he meant to keep in the strange fragile way he did. At first you were just another person he could hold onto so he would not be alone again, another person he thought he could keep close where nothing could steal you away.
Somehow though things became different. Even after everything that had happened between you, after the fear and the nights where his temper cracked and the memories of what had been done to him clawed their way to the surface, you still stayed with him.
You worked through the trauma he carried and somehow you survived the trauma he gave you in return. You told yourself that you understood him, that you could see the frightened creature beneath the sharp teeth and desperate need for control, and now that belief was the reason you had not run. Tonight Ren was sick, terribly sick, the kind of sick that made your stomach twist with fear because you had never seen him like this before.
He was curled on the couch, his body drawn tight like he was trying to make himself smaller, his fox ears pressed flat against his head and twitching weakly every few seconds. His skin was flushed and damp with sweat and when you touched his forehead the heat startled you. He was burning up.
Ren stirred at your touch and his claws caught weakly in your sleeve as if he was afraid you would disappear the moment he let go.
His voice was hoarse when he spoke and softer than you had ever heard it before as he muttered for you "not to leave him alone". The words twisted something painful in your chest because leaving had crossed your mind more than once. Anyone else would have run by now.
Anyone else would have escaped the moment they realized what Ren truly was. But you could not do it. Not after everything the two of you had survived together and not when you knew what the world would do to him if they discovered the truth.
Ren was not human and the evidence of that was impossible to ignore when he was this weak, the fox ears flattened in his hair, the faint twitch of his tail against the couch, the sharp points of his teeth showing when his breathing hitched with another wave of fever.
If someone found him like this they would not see a person who needed help. They would see something dangerous, something strange, something that needed to be captured or studied or destroyed.
The thought alone made your chest tighten with fear so instead of running you stayed beside him and pushed the damp hair away from his forehead while trying to think of what you could do. You would have to treat whatever illness had taken hold of him yourself because letting anyone else see him like this was not an option.
Even though part of you was still afraid of him you also knew you could not abandon him now, not when he was clinging to your sleeve like you were the only safe thing left in the world. So you swallowed your fear and gently told him to stay still while you figured out how to bring his fever down, already thinking about cool water, medicine, and anything else that might help.
Ren made a weak sound of protest like the small growl he used when someone pushed him too far, but it faded quickly and he slumped against the couch again, his breathing uneven and heavy with heat.
For once the fox who needed control more than anything had none left and that meant the responsibility had fallen to you.
Whatever had made him this sick, you would handle it yourself because if the world found out what Ren really was they would take him away from you, and despite everything that had happened between the two of you that was something you could not allow.
After you managed to get the medicine and water into him you helped him stand, guiding his unsteady weight upstairs while he clung to you weakly.
By the time you reached the bathroom the fever had left him flushed and shaky, his fox ears drooping as he leaned against the wall for balance.
You turned the shower on hot, letting the room slowly fill with warm steam before helping him sit down for a moment.
Kneeling in front of him, you gently pulled his shirt over his head and set it aside, your voice soft so you would not startle him.
“Hey… it’s okay. Just relax, Ren. I’m helping you cool off a little.”
He made a weak noise of protest but did not fight you as you carefully stripped him down to his boxers so his body could breathe in the warmth of the steam.
You guided him to sit on the edge of the tub while the bathroom filled with gentle heat.
His head drooped forward, breathing heavy, and you brushed his hair away from his damp forehead.
“You’re burning up,” you murmured quietly.
“The steam will help you sweat it out.”
Ren’s eyes cracked open slightly, glassy with fever.
“You… didn’t leave…?”
You gave a small tired smile and cupped his cheek.
“No. I didn’t"
'You should have,” he muttered weakly, voice rough. “Im… trouble.”
Your thumb brushed softly along his cheekbone as you shook your head.
“Ren, look at me.”
Slowly, reluctantly, Ren Hana lifted his gaze toward you.
“The things that happened before… the things you did when you were hurting… they weren’t right,”
you said gently.
“But you already know that.”
His ears lowered further at your words and his eyes flickered away in quiet shame.
“I… know…”
You tilted his chin back toward you before he could sink too far into those thoughts.
“But you’re not the same person you were back then. I’ve seen how hard you’re trying, Ren. I see it every day.”
“…You shouldn’t forgive me that easily,” he whispered.
“It isn’t easy,but at least it’s real this time and listen to me, I'm proud of you, of your growth..."
He leaned weakly into your hand, his feverish skin warm against your palm. For someone who hated weakness he was letting himself rest against you without a fight His eyes slowly closed again as the warmth of the steam and the steady sound of your voice settled his restless breathing.
the fever still clinging to him but his body relaxing slightly now that he knew you were still there beside him.
“…Don’t leave me” he murmured.
You squeezed his hand reassuringly.
“I won’t, you have my heart...I love you Ren"
He nuzzled closer with a soft smile before speaking, still quiet and raspy.
“…I love you too, so stay… right here…”
he whispers, voice fading as his eyes close again.
Okay I hate to say this but I want to write other visual novel FanFictions (even if all I post is lurking for love) and they're probably not even going to be the nice ones either lollll.
Okay I hate to say this but I want to write other visual novel FanFictions (even if all I post is lurking for love) and they're probably not even going to be the nice ones either lollll.
hi!! can we please get some Jacob x chubby reader smut? I luv ur Jacob fics and I am in desperate need of more Jacob smut lol
hope u have a good day btw :D
Ofcccc I love thisss , def fluffy reader x Jacob fluff/smut fic
A whole lotta woman
Jacob Alden x chubby fem! reader
Tw- fluff/smut, body worship, simi public, fem , oral fixation, JACOB BEING A HUGE FUCKN cheesey SIMP
Originally, you had met Jacob through work at the same crappy tech job that seemed designed to drain the soul out of everyone unfortunate enough to be hired. Long hours, flickering monitors, stale coffee. You hadn’t expected much from him at first. He was quiet, observant, always fiddling with some piece of tech like it was an extension of his hands.
Then you found out you lived practically down the road from each other.
That changed things.
Lunch breaks turned into shared commutes. Complaints turned into jokes. Jokes turned into conversations that lingered long after you both clocked out. Somewhere along the way, you realized how similar you were. Same sense of humor, same late-night spirals, same oddly specific interests that made other people’s eyes glaze over. With you, Jacob felt seen. Understood.
And for Jacob, it hit fast. Hard.
You were sharp-witted and quick, your humor effortless, your presence grounding. He loved the way your mind worked, how you jumped from topic to topic with an enthusiasm that pulled him along for the ride. You made even the most mundane things feel lighter.
The only thing that ever truly bothered him was your insecurity.
Your weight.
The way you spoke about yourself like you were something to be tolerated instead of treasured made his chest ache. Because Jacob adored you. Every part of you. From the way your laugh filled a room to the way your body carried warmth, real, comforting warmth, like you were made to be held. He loved how soft you were, how solid and real, how being near you felt grounding, like finally exhaling after holding his breath too long.
So when you suggested going to the mall together one afternoon, him to pick up parts for his camera and you just to browse, he agreed instantly.
That day, you put real effort into yourself. You slipped into a dress that hugged you just right, smoothing your hair the night before, standing in front of the mirror longer than usual. Doubt lingered, as it always did, but you pushed past it anyway.
When you stepped out of your apartment and headed to meet him, Jacob was already there.
And the moment he saw you, his brain short-circuited.
The dress. The way it moved when you walked. The confidence you didn’t even realize you were wearing. His heart skipped, then tripped over itself entirely. He smiled like an idiot, eyes soft, expression openly stunned, as if the world had just handed him something precious and he wasn’t sure how he deserved it.
“Wow,” he breathed before he could stop himself.
And the way he looked at you, like you were art, like you were everything, made it painfully clear.
Jacob Alden was already gone for you.
You two enter the mall and talk for a bit and soon get what Jacob needs first cuz it took the shortest amount of time.
The electronics store is cold and overly bright, all white shelves and glass cases. You trail behind him as he compares camera parts, listening intently as he mutters specs under his breath. You don’t mind. You like watching him like this, focused and passionate, eyes lighting up when he finds exactly what he needs.
Every so often, he glances back at you, like he needs to make sure you’re still there.
When he finally grabs the last item and checks out, he exhales, shoulders relaxing. “Okay,” he says, turning to you with a small smile. “Your turn.”
You hesitate. “We don’t have to-"
“Nope,” he cuts in gently. “We’re going.”
The clothing store smells like fabric softener and perfume. Mirrors everywhere. Too many mirrors. Racks of dresses and tops line the walls, mannequins posed perfectly, effortlessly. You already feel that familiar tightness in your chest as you browse, fingers grazing hangers without really seeing what you’re looking at.
Jacob stays close. Not hovering, but present.
You pick up a dress you like, then put it back. Pick up another, then sigh and shake your head. Your smile gets smaller. Your shoulders curl in on themselves.
“I don’t think this is really my store,” you mumble.
Jacob stills.
“What do you mean.”
You shrug, trying to laugh it off. “I mean… nothing here is really made for me. It’s fine.”
That’s when he gets pissed.
Not loud. Not explosive. Just that sudden, sharp shift in his energy that makes you look up. His jaw tightens, eyes darkening with something fierce and protective.
“No,” he says. “It’s not fine.”
You blink. “Jacob-"
“I am so tired of hearing you talk about yourself like that,” he snaps, voice low but intense. “Do you have any idea how insane it drives me?”
A couple shoppers pass by. He steps closer, lowering his voice, but the heat doesn’t fade.
“I am obsessed with you,” he says. “Obsessed. The way you laugh, the way you get excited about stupid little things, the way you feel when I hug you. You’re warm. You’re soft. You’re real. And you act like that’s something to apologize for.”
Your heart starts racing. “ a-again you don’t have to-"
“I do,” he interrupts. “Because you don’t see yourself the way I see you, and it kills me.”
He grabs a dress off the rack. One you’d lingered on earlier.
“Try this on.”
You shake your head. “Jacob, I don’t-”
He gently but firmly takes your wrist. Not rough. Just certain.
“Please.”
The changing room door clicks shut behind you, cutting off the noise of the store. The space is small, intimate. Too close. You’re suddenly very aware of him, of how close he’s standing, of how fast your heart is beating.
You clutch the dress. “You’re not supposed to be in here.”
“I know,” he says quietly. “I’m not doing anything. I just need you to hear me.”
You change quickly, hands trembling a little. When you turn back around, Jacob freezes.
Like he’s forgotten how to breathe.
You instinctively cross your arms. “It doesn’t look right.”
He steps forward immediately. “Don’t.”
He gently takes your wrists, lowering your arms. His touch is reverent, like he’s handling something precious.
“You see curves,” he murmurs. “I see the most beautiful body I’ve ever known. I see the person I want next to me all the time. I see someone I want to touch and hold and show off.”
Your throat tightens.
“I love the way you fill space,” he continues softly. “I love the way clothes cling to you. I love how soft you are against me. There is not a single part of you I would change.”
He looks at you like he means every word.
“I don’t worship you in spite of your body,” he says. “I worship you with it.”
He cups your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks. “Let me show you how I see you.”
He kisses you with so much emotion it was hard to place just one.
soon he started reverently undressing you, he kissed down your neck to your collar bone to your breasts and this man was literally whining from how soft you were he was frantic almost kissing and licking in between you could here him speak.
"oh- fuck your so so soft-...and w-warm"
He was losing himself, he was almost quick to strip you completely and pick you up like it was nothing, but for you it was sudden and it earned a squeak from you, and in response he let out a throaty growl as you wrapped yourself around him,
"you ready pretty girl... because I'm sure as hell am"
You slowly nodded your head through embarrassment and With that he dropped his pants and boxers and pressed you against the changing room wall and he started with a slow thrust as he took his time.
Soon wet noise and the sound of your combined noise could be heard and you tried to stay quiet but this man with his shenanigans,
He kept praising you and all over just kept being a simp he'd say stuff like, 'i need to have you like this all the time' or 'the next time y-you even guess yourself I'll fuck your brains out' or even 'f-fuck whata whole lotta woman-n' and with each comment his Southern draw would come out deeper.
Eventually both of y'all were getting so close he was grabbing and often slapping your ass and he'd said 'good girl' too many times to count, you were all whiny as you came you felt his cock right were it needed to be and he finished soon after filling you with hot and heavy loads.
"you did so well, here let's head back to mine and get a bath I'll make food and then we'll get some rest, ok pretty thing"
You agreed and left with him probably to be back for your car later,
And let's just say you both had a wonderful evening with cuddles and more devotion
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