ft: assjobs / hotdogging + hints of degredation . loser charlie (canon)
w/c: 700+ 18+ MINORS DNI
SADESLUVR'S KINKTOBER '24
“I’m not gonna fuck you, Charlie.”
“W-What?”
“I’ve seen you staring at my ass. I’m not going to do it.”
Charlie blinked, unsure of what to do next. Being rejected was nothing new to him, really, but it especially stung when there’d never been a prompt in the first place. He didn’t know how, but he’d been fortunate to end up with you – his crush - as a partner for an assignment. You’d invited him to your dorm, and had perched on your bed whilst he sat on the desk opposite, papers and pens sprawled out infront of you.
“Oh…” he mumbled. “I-I’m sorry?”
“You better be,” you said pointedly, checking your nails. “And just so you know, it’s not because I think you’re ugly…You’re actually pretty cute. I just think you’re a nasty perv.”
There was a hiss at the final word that made Charlie’s cock twitch, making him squirm in his seat uncomfortably. Had he heard right? Did you really think he was cute?
“What, you don’t have anything to say now?” You sneered before beckoning him over. “Just as I thought. Come here.”
Apparently so.
That was how you’d both ended up with your pants off, shirts still in tact. The boy could barely function as he stared at you, lying flat on your tummy as you exposed your ass too him, wet pussy concealed between the rounded mounds.
“Don’t you dare put it in,” You chided. “You don’t deserve to fuck me.”
“W-what do you want me to do?” Charlie replied breathily, his lips wet as he trembled slightly, resting his cock in his hands.
Tutting, you reached around effortlessly and grabbed his dick with your manicured fingers, placing it between your cheeks. The long haired boy let out a deep sigh, adjusting himself to the sensation of his hard sex against your soft behind.
Biting his lip, he gently squished your cheeks together, his thumb holding his cock secure as he nuzzled his leaking tip against you, moaning as he began to grind.
“Fuck…” he whispered, admiring the way it disappeared within you. “I-It feels so good…Maybe even better than —“
“Like you’d know what that feels like,” you interjected, and Charlie drew his lips shut. He was completely under your spell. “Get the baby oil. It’ll feel even better then.”
Charlie didn’t know how it was possible, but it was. Once he’d drizzled the liquid over your backside he could barely keep his hands off of you; feral at the slippery, pillowy feeling of your ass in his hands whilst he smeared his dick all over you, precum mingling with the oil. He was just like you’d described him – nothing but a disgusting perv – grabbing and groping and manhandling your lower body, all the while he humped you.
He whimpered as you backed your ass up on it - all with a devilish smile no doubt – and greedily spread your cheeks to expose your needy holes. The brunette couldn’t help himself but to slide it in, your skin moulding underneath his fingers as he held you in place, drawing his cock up and down your hole.
“Shit…” he groaned. “You’re so wet…”
“I bet you wanna fuck me, huh? A nerd you must’ve been thinking about it for a while…”
A breathy ‘yes’ escaped between his lips as he tossed his hair from his face, some strands glued to his forehead from sweat. His dick twitched as his tip prodded your pussy, and he fought the urge to slide it in, relenting once he began to feel himself close. Furrowing his brows, he bucked his hips like a bunny as he squeezed your cheeks together, his tip occasionally slipping out from between the crevice, pace becoming sloppier by the second.
“Ugh — I’m…”
“Already?” You scoffed. “Pathetic.”
He had no idea why that sent him over the edge, but in an instant spurts of white painted your ass, which was now shinier than ever. It seemed to go on forever, and Charlie came with a loud cry; which turned into incessant whimpers, almost as if you’d taken his very soul. As his cock began to soften, you teased him once more, jiggling against his sex and reaching around to milk his tip, taking every last drop from his body.
With a final cry, the boy collapsed ontop of you; face flushed and chest heaving.
“What, you think we’re done?” you spoke after a few moments, licking his cum from your fingers as you eyed him. If you had an ounce of sympathy, you’d have felt bad for him. “I’ve seen you staring at mouth too.”
Mr. Thurlow was your history professor, you seemed to be acing all of your classes except his. Everyone wondered why such a smart student was failing history, but you knew why, you were distracted. You had developed a crush on your teacher. You didn’t realize this but your professor had noticed the way you stared at him extra long, and the way you scattered your notebooks with hearts.
Your parents scolded you as they received another email from your professor saying you needed to hand in extra credit to pass. He told his parents he’d begin to tutor you at his house for extra credit so you could pass.
The first day of your tutoring you arrived nervously at his house as you knocked on the door. Jack answered wearing a white button-down with black trousers. He invited you in with a smile as he brushed his long hair away from his face. He invited you to sit on his couch as he brought out some textbooks. He sat close to you as he explained the material. His hand moved to your thigh as you filled in a quiz for him. You handed back and he smiled as you only got one answer wrong, he responded by squeezing your thigh as he marked it a 90%.
“ You’re such a smart girl, why are you failing my class sweetheart? ” Jack’s hand stroked your thigh pushing against the hem of your skirt as he looked into your eyes.
The way his eyes met my eyes made me feel drenched between my thighs, “ I- I just get distracted I suppose. ”
“ Distracted by what princess? ” Jack knew exactly what he was doing as his hand massaged your thigh under your skirt. “ Do I make you distracted ? ” Jack leaned in closer making a chill run down your back as his breath tickled your neck.
“ You- you make me distracted, ” I stuttered over my words as I looked into his now deep blue eyes.
His lips connected with your neck as his hand moved up to massage your breast through your top. His teeth nipped at your neck moving down to your collarbone as he whispered sweet things against your soft skin.
“ You want me to keep going sweetheart? ” He looked up at you as he began pulling up your shirt.
“ I want you- please Mr. Thurlow..” My voice was full of need as he slid off my shirt.
Jack smiled at your words as he slid off your shirt as he peppered your collarbone in soft gentle kisses. Without warning he bent you over his lap as he pushed up your skirt revealing your soaking panties. His fingers trailed over the wet spot on your panties. “ We’re going to play a game princess, I’m gonna ask questions and for everyone you get wrong you’ll get a slap. ” He made sure to punctuate his sentence with a sharp slap to your ass.
He began to ask you a series of questions making sure to leave a red hand print on your ass when you answered incorrectly. When tears started to slide down your cheeks, he pulled his hand away and sat you up as he wiped your tears away with his thumb. He pressed a tender kiss to your lips as he picked you up and brought you up to his bedroom. He laid you ever so gently on the bed as he pulled off the rest of your clothes followed by him undressing as well. You couldn’t help but stare at his lean physique. He crawled on top of you as he kissed your skin murmuring soft praises into it as he made his way down your body.
“ Has anyone done this for you before, ” Jack pressed soft kisses to your inner thigh as his fingers prodded at your entrance.
A satisfied moan slipped from your lips as his fingers pushed into your tight cunt. He pressed a kiss to your clit before sucking on it greedily as his fingers pumped in and out of you slowly. Lewd noises slipped from your lips as your hips rolled against his hand. He withdrew his fingers slowly as his tongue began to lap at your folds. You moaned louder at the feeling of his tongue pushing inside of you. He held your hips down as he lapped at your soaked folds alternating between sucked and licking. He could tell you were getting close as he pushed his fingers back into you. He curled his fingers inside of you making you come completely undone. He licked up the mess before moving back up on the bed kissing you deeply, sliding his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself on his tongue. You watched as he moved over to grab a condom from his bedside table, ripping it open with his teeth before rolling it onto his hardened cock.
“ Have you done this before sweetheart, ” his voice was soft and gentle as he tucked your hair behind your ear.
“ No- I haven’t, ” I was a bit embarrassed to admit that I was still a virgin, but it didn’t seem to bother Jack.
He moved on top of you carefully positioning his cock at your entrance, “ It might hurt princess. ”
You nodded as you let him hold your hand interlocking your fingers with his. He slowly pushed the head of his cock in before slowly pushing in the rest stretching you open. He whispered soft praises against your lips as he pushed in the rest of the way.
“ Does it hurt baby? ” You shook your head as you looked up at him.
He slowly began rocking his hips against yours as you both let out lewd noises. He began to speed up his thrusts as he moaned your name.
“ Fuck- taking me so well princess- ” He punctuated each of his words with a thrust of his hips.
His hand moved to grip your thigh, hoisting your leg up onto his shoulder as he pushed deeper into you. He slammed into you harder than before as he grew closer to his Climax. Jack slammed into you as you both came in sync with one another. He rolled off of you disposing of the condom, before pulling you close to him gently stroking your hair as he praised you.
“ I think you’ll need another lesson tomorrow. ” You giggled as he kissed you.
The next week when you got your report card back you were passing your history class with an A+ and extra credit.
Charlie is the sweetest boy after sex, he runs a warm bubble bath for you and cleans up the mess on the bed as well. He dries you off after your bath and puts you in some of his clothes and once you’re dressed he holds you and cuddles you until you’ve fallen asleep.
B = Body part (Their favorite Body part of yours)
Fem! He absolutely adores your tits. He gets caught staring a lot especially when you wear low-cut tops. It makes you giggle when you catch him because he turns bright red and fumbles over his words.
Masc! He loves your arms, and he loves the way he can feel your muscles when you wrap your arms around him tightly. It makes him become a dorky mess when he sees your arms straining against your shirt sleeves.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)
Fem! Charlie absolutely loves to cum inside of you and tell you he’s gonna get you pregnant. It makes you smile thinking about having a mini Charlie on your hip even though you’re both so young.
Masc! Charlie loves filling your ass with his cum and then slowly fucking it back into as you become a whimpering mess underneath him.
D = Dirty Secret
He hasn’t really figured out how to tell you that he’s ghostface… He figured he wouldn’t have to bring it up ever, until you started getting suspicious about him disappearing late at night. When he told you he isn’t in fact cheating that he’s instead a murderous psycho at night you took the news about the same way…
E = Experience (How experienced they are)
You’re the first person Charlie has ever kissed so needless to say he’s a bit nervous when you bring up having sex. When the time comes and you’re both ready he fumbles around a bit at first but grows more comfortable as you talk him through it.
F = Favorite position
Charlie is a sweet simple man who honestly just loves missionary. You and him tried other positions but he just loves looking into your eyes as his cock slides in and out of you. While he whispers sweet things in your ear.
G = Goofy (Are they serious or silly during the moment?)
He’d be a little nervous so he might laugh a bit but I think he’d take it pretty seriously trying to make it the best he can do for you. He’d keep asking for reassurance and keep making sure you’re comfortable.
H = Hair (How well groomed they are, and how do they want you)
Before you guys met Charlie would shave every couple weeks but wouldn’t care too much about it. After you guys start dating though he’s making sure he’s cleanly shaved for you even though you told him you don’t care. He just wants to look his best for you!
I = Intimacy (How romantic they are in the moment)
Your first time together Charlie puts an effort in to make it romantic to the point it’s almost corny. He lights candles and makes sure he’s perfectly shaven before bringing you over. Charlie doesn’t do this set up every time but he still feels that giddy, almost childlike happiness when you bring him to your room.
J = Jerking off
Charlie loves to jerk off when he’s not with you. When you can’t be with him he’ll call you on the phone and touch himself to the sound of your voice.
K = Kinks
Charlie would never hurt you but he loves to choke you during sex. He loves the way it makes your eyes roll back in your head as he fucks you while squeezing your throat.
L = Locations
Charlie’s favorite location is his bed, but he likes to explore places with you whether that be in an empty classroom, a park, or even a bathroom at a crowded party. He just wants to be inside of you as much as possible. He’s easily flustered if you both are caught though making him blush a deep red and not be able to make eye contact with anyone.
M = Motivation (What turns them on?)
Anything you do can turn him on. If you hug him a little too tight he has to excuse himself because of the tightness in his pants. You could simply smile at him and he would get hard as a rock.
N = No (Something they would NEVER do)
Charlie would never hurt you. It doesn’t matter that he’s the most brutal ghostface. Even if you found out his secret and reacted poorly he could never hurt you.
O = Oral (Preference giving and receiving)
Charlie likes watching you struggle to take him in your mouth as you look up at him with teary eyes. Charlie holds the back of your head as he helps you take him while whispering sweet things to you. He always cums down your throat. He loves knowing that his cum is inside of you as you swallow it.
Fem! Charlie loves to bury his face between your thighs as he holds your hips down as he laps at your wet folds. He loves looking up at you as he makes you fall apart around his tongue. You eventually have to pry his head away as he keeps going till you’re a crying and whimpering mess.
Masc! Charlie loves to get on his knees in front of you and look up at you with his big blue eyes before wrapping his lips around your cock. He always seemed to choke a bit but even with teary eyes he takes as much as he can into his mouth as whimpers and gags slip from his lips.
P = Pace (Are they rough or are they gentle and caring?)
Charlie can do both; he prefers to set a slow deep pace. He likes watching your reactions to his movements and he loves telling you sweet things as his hips slowly pound against yours. Now if he’s had a rough night he’d show no mercy on you. He’d tell you to “have your clothes off before he even got there” and as soon as he reached you he’d pin you down on your bed and slam his cock inside of you, setting a brutal pace as he called you filthy names.
Q = Quickie
Charlie isn’t a huge fan of quickies; he likes to take his time working you open on his fingers or making you crumble as he gets you off with his tongue. If you both were horny enough though he’d bend you over a desk or pin you against the nearest wall before slamming his cock inside of you.
R = Risk (Would they experiment?)
Charlie may be a little reluctant to experiment but would eventually cave in for you. He would let you use more toys during sex and would be a little more open to sex in public.
S = Stamina
Charlie can only go a few rounds before he’s a whimpering mess. If you were still horny though he’d try to go one more round but would end up cumming too fast making him embarrassed.
T = Toys (Do they use toys on you or themselves?)
Charlie might be a little hesitant at letting you use toys on him but he was more than eager to use toys on you. He loved using a vibrator on you till you were an absolute mess. The first time he saw you with a strap-on in your hands he was intrigued; the first time you used it on him he was a sobbing mess, but now he begs you to use it on him.
U = Unfair (How much they tease you)
He likes to tease you until you’re writhing under him. He likes to watch your tears roll down your cheeks as he tells you how good you’re being for him. He’d kiss your tears away as he continued to overstimulate you.
V = Volume (How loud are they?)
Charlie is very vocal, no matter how hard he tries to stay quiet as soon as his cock slides inside of you he lets out soft groans and whimpers. If your parents are home you’d have to cover his mouth to keep him quiet but his moans would still slip out.
W = Wild Card (Random head canon)
Charlie absolutely loves when you cock-warm him. He loves when you two are watching a horror movie and you’re in his lap with his cock buried deep inside you. His favorite time is when you sleep skin to skin with him inside of you. He feels like it’s the closest he can possibly get to you and he never wants it to end.
X = X-ray (How big are they?)
Given his nerdy scrawny appearance people assume that he may be small, but he’s definitely the biggest you’ve ever seen. His cock has thick veins running up and down his shaft which you absolutely love. The head of his cock is a soft shade of pink which is a soft contrast to his pale skin.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Charlie is ready for you at any time of the day. Even if he’s had a long day or just gotten back from killing someone he’d find the energy to make you scream his name.
Zzz = (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)
After Charlie’s cleaned you off and gotten you taken care of he just curls up in bed with you and falls asleep. If you’re taking care of him after though he’s probably already fallen asleep before he’s completely cleaned off.
I saw Charlie was on your list and screamed! (get it?) I would love Charlie secretly having sex with the popular school princess after she got sorely dumped by her popular boyfriend. They can wear cute matching halloween costumes and get caught together on the couch by Kirby. She is the only of her friend who wouldn't make too much fun of her
Some late (slightly) spooky vibes with Charlie. There is not enough fics about him *crying*
Warnings: mention of cheating, secret meetings
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While everyone thought you were heartbroken after getting cheated on by Trevor, you were having the best time bouncing on Charlie Walker’s cock. You and him were an unusual match — the popular princess and the history geek —, but you worked.
It all began two weeks ago when you and Trevor got into an argument in his truck. He was supposed to take you to his place since his parents were out of town for the weekend, but when he stopped for gas on the way there, he left his phone unlocked and you saw a new message coming in from ‘Tamara🍑’ — a fucking nude. You confronted him about it and he called you out for invading his privacy and snooping through his phone when it was his fault for leaving his phone unlocked and sexting with other girls behind your back. Because apparently, there was more than one.
What a piece of shit.
Between the heated voices and the tears, Trevor stopped the truck and told you to get out…on the side of the road. Thankfully, you knew where you were, but it wasn’t less shitty of him to dump you on the street like that.
You tried to call Kirby, but it went to voicemail. Where was she? And to make the situation worse, your phone was running low on battery.
It was shortly after that Charlie found you. He was walking home from Robbie’s and found you sitting on the curbside, crying. It was dark and difficult to see, but he knew it was you. He recognized your pink socks peeking out of your sneakers.
He approached you slowly, coming to a stop beside you, and looked down at your tear stained face. “Uh, hey…You alright?” Charlie knew it was a stupid question. You were clearly upset, but he asked anyway.
‘’I think Trevor and I just broke up,’’ you said simply.
‘’What happened?’’ he asked, not really caring but willing to be the ear or shoulder you needed. Charlie would do anything to get close to you.
You hesitated. You would have preferred to talk to your best friend about this, but Kirby wasn't picking up your calls. Charlie was just your table neighbor from Spanish class, but he was right there.
‘’I caught him sexting other girls.’’
Disbelief and anger crossed Charlie’s face. You said girls in plural, as in more than one.
He shook his head slightly, looking at you with sympathy, and sat down next to you on the curb. ‘’Fucking asshole.’’
You couldn’t agree more.
Charlie pulled his sleeve up in his hand, carefully wiping the tears off your face. His hand lingered on your chin for a moment before letting his arm fall back to his side. “If you were my girlfriend, I could never cheat on you. You’re the prettiest girl in this shithole.”
His kind words caused a blush to form on your face. You’ve never really paid attention to Charlie before. All you knew about him was that he was president of the Woodsboro Cinema Club, which Kirby was part of. You’ve also been to last year’s Stab-a-thon with her. It was your first time seeing Stab. You remember Charlie sitting next to you and telling you all sorts of facts about the movie. It was sweet of him, and surprisingly interesting.
When you were in her car, Kirby pointed out that he’s been crushing on you for a long time.
You didn't remember how it happened, but you kissed Charlie. Maybe it was because you were hurt and needed comfort, or maybe it was because you needed to feel loved after finding out Trevor’s side girls. If he was sexting with other girls, he clearly didn't love you enough. So, you decided to find affection from someone who would give it to you. It was wrong to take advantage of Charlie’s feelings, to use him to make yourself feel better, but your heart was hurting and it was clouding your judgment.
Charlie was stunned when your lips touched his. He didn't think he would ever get a chance with you. Popular girls never fall for the geeks. That only happens in rom-coms. But here you were, kissing him and grabbing the front of his hoodie to pull him closer.
As you kissed, he could feel the damp streaks of your tears on your cheeks, and smell the sweet vanilla of your perfume. He let you pull him like a puppet, just happy that you were kissing him and finally giving him the attention he’s been dreaming of for so long…even if it was just you needing comfort.
You took comfort to another level when you followed Charlie to his house and asked him to take you to his bed. He should have pushed you away and offered to walk you home, but his dick was so hard and straining against his pants from the feeling of your tits pressing against his chest.
After that night, you started seeing each other regularly.
Despite his lack of experience, Charlie was a good listener and a quick learner. He was sweet and funny…and a little bit of a freak too. He let you do things Trevor would never have, like letting you on top and taking full control, or putting a finger up his ass. It sounded unpleasant, but Charlie never came faster. You were both shocked.
Tonight was the Halloween party at Kirby’s. You usually were not that excited for Halloween, but you couldn’t wait to see Charlie’s reaction to your costume. The horror movie nerd in him will love it. You spent the day helping her put out decorations and made spooky snacks. Cooking was not your best talent, but the mummy dogs and graveyard brownies were looking good.
‘’Laurie Strode?’’ Kirby said with a frown when she saw you later that night, dressed in a blue shirt and a blond wig. ‘’Since when do you watch horror movies?’’
‘’I’m not a fanatic like you, but I do watch some of them,’’ you corrected, making yourself a drink and taking one of the graveyard brownies.
Skeptical, Kirby hummed, and bit the head off a green sour patch kids. ‘’Charlie!’’ she called toward the living room. ‘’I think I found your other half!’’
Your heart started pounding in your chest, thinking you had been discovered by Kirby, but she actually meant your costumes. You were Laurie Strode and he was…Michael Myers.
With a drink in one hand, Charlie Walker entered the room. He raised his eyebrows as soon as he saw you, a smile forming on his face. Your shirt was visibly too small and tight around the chest, which triggered mental visuals of what was underneath.
‘’Not babysitting tonight?’’ he asked, trying to compose himself. Even after a few weeks of being together, he still got a little flustered around you.
You shook your head. ‘’No one needed me, I guess.’’
‘’Just because you’re off duty doesn’t mean I won’t stab you tonight.’’ Charlie took a sip of his beer, hoping it would make you laugh.
You did laugh, as a matter of fact. It was a dorky joke, but his delivery was charming enough to amuse you.
‘’Do you want to take a picture,’’ you asked, pulling out your phone.
Charlie nodded and you posed as your characters — you screaming while he attempted to stab you. It wasn’t strange for you to get close to him, and to be touchy — you’ve touched each other a lot more intimately —, but the other people at the party were surprised to see you both socializing with each other. To their knowledge, you and Charlie only knew each other through mutual friends. The complicity and the comfortableness between you should not have been there.
After taking pictures, Olivia snatched you away from him and began telling you about the guy she just made out with but was now avoiding because she didn’t want him to think he had a chance with her. You felt bad for leaving Charlie like that, but you couldn’t tell Olivia you were talking to him because she would have asked questions. You didn’t want to deal with her judgment. She may be your friend, but she would judge you for having sex with Charlie.
The only person who wouldn’t judge you too much is probably Kirby.
But you liked having a secret affair with Charlie. It was something that was only yours. A part of your life you didn’t share with anyone.
You crashed on the couch with a tired yawn as the house started to empty out. The party had been fun, but after hours of loud music and chatter, the sudden quiet felt like a welcome relief. You took the tv remote and flipped through the channels. It’s Halloween night, there must be something good on.
Ah, Nightmare on Elm street.
Settling back into the cushions, you tried to catch up with the scene on the tv. The movie was only fifteen minutes in, so it shouldn't be too hard to follow.
‘’The reboot isn't half as bad as people make it out to be,’’ a voice chimed in from behind.
You glanced up to see Charlie leaning over the back of the couch. A smile curled on your lips, pleased to see him. You assumed he had left with Robbie.
‘’The lead acting sucked, the CGIs were horrible, the kills were nothing new, and come on, Krueger was already a child killer, it was unnecessary to make him a child rapist too—’’ Charlie went on.
You shot him a glare. ‘’Don’t spoil the whole movie! I’ve never seen it.’’
Charlie’s expression changed. ‘’Are you serious?! Never?’’ He stepped around the couch and flipped through Kirby’s DVD collection under the tv. It was small, but he knew she had the Nightmare on Elm street box set. ‘’We’re fixing that right now. You must watch the original. This is garbage compared to it.’’
‘’But you just said it wasn’t bad,’’ you said, quirking an eyebrow in confusion.
Charlie looked over his shoulder, correcting you. ‘’That’s not what I said. I said it isn't half as bad as people make it out to be. Not that it was great.’’
He set the disc in the DVD player, then sat with you on the couch.
You were quickly captivated by the movie, your eyes never leaving the tv screen as you watched Freddy torment these teenagers in their dreams — well, nightmares. The character of Freddy looked different from the one in the remake, and Charlie explained that it was because it wasn’t Robert Englund under the makeup.
When you got to the scene where Glen overheard Tina and Rod having sex in Tina’s parent’s bedroom, Charlie shifted on the couch. The scene was over thirty seconds, and hearing moanings while sitting next to you was making his mechanic suit feel tight in the crotch area. At his house, he would have made a move, but you were at Kirby’s. She could come in at any moment.
His shifting got your attention. You looked at Charlie, who was staring at the tv with a clenched jaw, and immediately figured what was happening. He was terrible at hiding that he was turned on. Mischief in your eyes, you couldn’t resist having a little fun. Quietly, you moved your hand towards his thigh.
Charlie’s body stiffened automatically as he felt your hand on his thigh. He was hoping you didn’t notice how he was getting hard, but it was too late for that now.
He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, but then you moved your hand higher. ‘’Stop,’’ he muttered through gritted teeth, covering your hand with his. ‘’Kirby—’’
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You waved goodbye to your parents as they drove away for a business trip, they were reluctant to go because of the recent killings in Woodsboro but you insisted. Once they were gone you locked all the doors and windows in your house… except for one in your bedroom. The slight breeze blew your curtains open as you stripped off your clothes you had been wearing all day. You were oblivious to the watchful eye of charlie walker who was perched in the tree outside your window. He watched as you pulled off all your clothes before disappearing into your bathroom followed by the sound of your shower turning on. Charlie crept in through your window and slid into your wardrobe. He peeked through the small slits in the doors as he waited for you to come out of the bathroom. As you came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel which you dropped to the floor. His eyes scanned up and down your body as he watched you massage lotion into your soft skin. You hummed softly to yourself as you slid on a pair of lacy pink panties followed by a large t-shirt. Charlie watched as you climbed into your bed before turning off your lamp and curling up under your plush comforter. Charlie waited for nearly half an hour before slipping out of your closet adorned in full ghostface attire. He slid his mask over his face as he clutched his knife. He slid your covers down your sleeping body making you whine softly. He smiled under his mask as he gently pushed up your shirt revealing your panties. He dragged the blade of his knife slowly across your panties eliciting a soft sigh to pass your lips. He pulled away from you before sliding into your bed next to you. He was careful not to wake you as he pressed himself against you from behind. Charlie’s hands slid in between your legs rubbing slow circles on your clit through your panties. As he felt you begin to stir he quickly clasped a hand over your mouth as he slid his hand into your panties.
You slowly came to realize someone was in your bed making your body tense immediately. You let out soft muffled pleas which slowly devolved into moans as Charlie's fingers curled inside of you, “ Are you going to be a good girl for me, or do I need you to tie you up. ”
The deep sound of ghost face's voice made your blood run cold, but your worries were soon pushed to the back of your mind as the strangers fingers pumped in and out of you faster. You moaned loudly as you came hard around his fingers. Charlie pushed his fingers into your mouth making you whimper as you sucked his fingers clean. Charlie pulled his fingers out of your mouth before wrapping his hand around your throat holding you in place against him as he yanked down your panties with his free hand. You felt him pushing down his jeans from behind you before you felt him dragging the head of his cock up and down your entrance.
“ You’re gonna be good for me, right baby, ” he said in a husky tone as he pushed the head of his cock into you.
You nodded softly and let out a loud moan as he slammed up into you. Charlie pushed you onto your stomach as he gripped your hips while slamming into you. Charlie pushed up his mask as he let out grunts and moans as he fucked you roughly from behind.
“ Takin’ me so well angel.. gonna’ fill you up, ” Charlie panted as he slammed into you.
Your moans and cries were muffled against your pillow that was now covered in drool and tears. Charlie moaned your name loudly as he came inside you. His thrusts became more desperate as he could feel you milking his cock. Your cunt squeezed his cock tightly as you came around his cock. Charlie slid off you as he watched his cum slip out of your cunt. Charlie’s fingers slid between your thighs pushing his cum back into you as he kissed your shoulder blade. He pulled his mask back down before cleaning you off and pulling your panties back up your legs. He tucked you back in as he slid up his mask kissing you gently, as his fingers tangled in his hair.
My hand gently moved up his mask and pulled it off before pulling back to look at his face, “ Holy shit- Charlie? ” My eyes widened as I took in the fact Charlie Walker is Ghostface.
Charlie and you had come to an agreement. You made a deal that if Charlie could get a passing grade in all of his classes he could do whatever he liked with you for a whole month. Charlie had managed to pass all of his classes.
As you were putting your books in your locker Charlie spun you around pressing you against the cold metal as he flashed you a confident grin.
“ What’s got you in such a good mood, ” my words were met with a bright smile and a quick kiss to my lips.
You held the paper in your hands as you looked over all his grades and classes. Your eyes were met with the mostly b’s and c’s as you scanned the paper.
“ I think you owe me now, ” he whispered in your ear as he smiled.
You didn’t expect to feel so nervous as Charlie was walking back to his house with you, his hand holding yours tightly. Once you reached his house he quickly brought you up to his room and stripped you of your clothes. He kissed you gently as he handcuffed your wrists to his head board. He flashed you a grin as he moved to grab a knife from his closet making your eyes widen.
“ I’m not gonna hurt you baby, ” he kissed your lips gently as he brought the knife down trailing down your chest before cutting your bra down the middle. He watched as your breasts spilled out of your bra. He kissed down your neck before bringing one of your breasts into his mouth. His tongue swirled around your now hardening nipple as his other groped at your other breast. His actions elicited soft moans from you. He sat up as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. He picked the knife back up as he moved the blade down to press against your panties. He looked up at you as he cut your panties off before discarding the torn fabric to his floor. He pressed his fingers against your clit, rolling it between his fingers as he looked up at you watching as you let out soft moans. He pressed the handle of his knife to your entrance before pushing it inside of you. He watched while you rolled your hips against the handle as moans fell from your lips as he slowly thrusted it in and out of you.
“ Char- please I need more, ” my voice was full of need as I looked up at him.
“ I think you need to beg baby. ”
I let out a whine as my hips pitifully were pushing down on the handle desperate for something bigger, “ Char please- I just want you. ”
He smiled as he leaned down pressing a kiss to your lips, “ I said beg. ”
“ Charlie please- I need your cock.. I need to feel you inside me. ” My words were filled with desperation as I looked into his now deep blue eyes.
A grin spread across Charlie’s face as he withdrew the knife before pushing his fingers into you. He pressed his lips against yours in a deep kiss as his fingers slid in and out of you while his thumb pressed slow circles into your clit. His tongue swirled around yours as his fingers pushed deeper into you. Moans escaped your lips as his fingers curled deeper into you. He leans down to kiss you deeply, his fingers curling inside of you as he hits your g-spot.
“ Char- mm’ gonna cum, ” my voice was full of need as he quickened his movements as his free hand tweaked at your nipple.
“ Come on baby- cum all over my fingers, ” his voice was muffled as he left hickies trailing down your neck.
You let out a loud moan as you came on Charlie’s fingers before he slowly pulled them from your cunt and pressed them to his lips, “ you taste so good. ”
He kissed your lips gently before moving his kisses down your body. He kissed your clit gently as he brought your legs over his shoulders. He slowly licked a stripe up your entrance earning a whine as you tried to push yourself closer to him but the handcuffs around your wrist stopped you. Charlie’s hands move to pin down your hips as he dives back in, his tongue and lips worshiping your cunt as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Your moans grew louder as you squirmed under him, his tongue pressed harder against your clit as he felt you tensing up.
“ That’s it baby, ” his words were muffled as his face was buried between your thighs as he lapped at your folds. He keeps going, not letting up until you're shaking and moaning his name as you came.
He grins, crawling up your body to lay beside you. “ You always look so fucking pretty when you come apart under me… ” He kisses you deeply, his hand slipping between your legs to play with your still sensitive cunt. “ I'm not done with you yet, baby… ”
Whimpers slipped past my lips as he touched me. “ Char- I need you, ” I squirmed against his bed as I pulled against the handcuffs.
He grins, his fingers moving at the perfect angle to make you squirm and moan beneath him. He adds a third finger, stretching you out around him as he prepares you to take his cock. Charlie smiled as you begged for his cock while you fucked yourself on his fingers.
“ Charlie please, jus’ wanna feel your cock. ”
As he listened to your needy whines and pleas before he withdrew his fingers pushing them into your mouth. He smiled as your tongue swirled around his fingers before pulling them out of your mouth. He moved on top of you positioning his cock between your legs.
He rubbed his cock up and down your slit as he looked up at you, “ you’re so fuckin’ needy for my cock. ” He pushed the head of his cock into you as he let out a soft groan.
He pulled your legs up and over his shoulders, plunging his hard cock inside of you in one swift motion. “Fuck, you're so tight- ” He starts to thrust in and out of you, the wet squelching sounds filling the room as he fucks you hard and fast.
He wraps one hand around your throat, squeezing slightly as he uses you for his pleasure. His thrusts become harder and faster, his cock pounding deep inside of you as he fucks you mercilessly. “ You're mine, baby... all fucking mine… ”
His lips smashed against yours in a passionate kiss as his hips slammed into yours. His hips snapped forward as he fucks you harder than ever before. He can feel your cunt tightening around his cock, the familiar feeling of your orgasm building. “ You're close, aren't you baby,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
You could only nod in response as he slammed his cock deeper into you. His thrusts grew desperate as he fucked you. His hand tightened around your throat making you see stars as you came around his cock. Your orgasm was quickly followed by ropes of his cum spurting into your cunt as he moaned your name. He rolled off of you uncuffing you as he pulled you into a tight embrace. He stroked your hair as he kissed your forehead.
Summary | You finally got on the cheer team and are excited to show your stepdad the uniform, but he has some concerns.
Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, mildly dubious consent, large age gap (unspecified), wedgie lmaoo, dry humping, grinding, groping, spanking, praise, daddy but not the kink?, technically incest??, ionno what else lol
Words | 1.5 k
Notes | I honestly don’t even know what this is… like I can’t tell if I hate it or not💀😭 Also for legal reasons… we’ll say reader is 18 and in college 👀 (just a reminder though: this is fiction. Treat it as such lol)
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“Hey, love, how was school?” He called out from the kitchen and you all but bounced into the room.
“I got on the cheer team!” You said excitedly.
“That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you, baby.” You could tell his tone was genuine, but he was still focused on whatever food he was preparing.
“Turn around, daddy.” You giggled and he set down the knife before turning to face you. His eyes widened and his lips parted in shock as he took in your clothes— your body. “Do you like it?” You asked, twirling around for him to see the whole thing.
“I-it’s… a little short, don’t you think?” He choked out.
“Well duh. How else would I do this?” You showed him a kick and his gaze snapped down to where the skirt rode up, exposing your matching shorts.
“You have to wear this for everything?”
“We have a long sleeved top for the winter time, but yeah.” You smiled. “What do you think?”
“C’mere, love.” You walked over and stood in front of him, waiting. He started on your waist, then dragged his hands down to your hips, his thumbs rubbing over the exposed skin of your tummy. He suddenly got down on his knees and moved his hands to just above your ankles. He snaked them up your legs, teasing you, until they reached the bottom of the skirt.
“Daddy?”
“Shh… I'm just getting a closer look, baby.” Duh. What else would he be doing? You thought with an internal chuckle. His hands moved up to your hips, over the skirt, then snaked behind you.
“Daddy!” You gasped when he squeezed your ass and pulled you closer.
“Turn around.” He ordered, moving his hands to your hips to start turning you. Once you were facing away from him, he was groping you again and you bit your lip to contain any sounds. “Bend over.” He said suddenly.
“W-what?”
“Bend over. You can lean on the counter if that’s easier.” Hesitantly, you obeyed. You leaned down and placed your hands on the counter. “Further.” With a blush of embarrassment, you lowered yourself so that your arms were crossed, resting on the counter, holding up your chin.
“This is what counts as school appropriate nowadays?” He scoffed, making your blush darken. “The skirt doesn’t cover anything.”
“T-that’s what the shorts are for.” You said quietly.
“I’d hardly call these shorts.” He was groping your ass again now, this time under the skirt. “They’re so fucking tight.” He gruffed. “I can see the outline of your pussy.” His thumb brushed over your mound, making you shoot up.
“Daddy!”
“Down.” You froze when you heard his tone, then slowly lowered yourself back down. He reached under the fabric where your ass met your thighs, then took it in a firm grip and roughly pulled up, making you gasp and grab onto the counter. His hands settled on your bare ass and you couldn't help the way you started squirming. The fabric of your shorts and underwear being pressed so tightly against you was almost painful, but it made you needy too.
“Every little immature boy at your school is going to want a piece of this.” He removed a hand, but brought it back down quickly, with a sharp smack. You jolted and gasped out a moan, caught off guard by the sudden pain. “I can’t let that happen, baby. But I‘m not gonna make you quit, not when I know how happy it makes you.” Another slap. “I’m gonna make sure you won’t let any boys come near this pussy.” Another slap, then his thumb was brushing over your mound again.
“Please,” You whined, but it cut off into a choked moan when he spanked you again, twice in quick succession. “Won’t let any boys come near it!” You tried, gripping onto the counter when he spanked you again, but he wasn’t listening. He ignored you and continued toying with your ass, sometimes squeezing it, but mostly spanking it. “It hurts, daddy.” You whimpered.
“Does it, baby?” He asked innocently, making you pout.
“Yeah…”
“You can handle a little more.” He decided, then continued until your ass felt hot and your clit was throbbing and your eyes were watering. “Such a good girl.” He mumbled, rubbing soothing hands over the burning skin, but his touch was just making it hurt more. “I’m sorry, baby. You know I hate when I have to punish you, but you need to learn.”
“I know..” You whimpered, then his hands were gone. You heard him standing up and he grabbed your hips to push you closer to the counter. “Are you done?” You asked quietly.
“Not yet, love.” You dreaded having to endure even more spanking. When you heard his belt, you stiffened. Next was his zipper, then fabric was rustling a little and he reached for your shorts again. He looped one hand through both of the leg holes, making the pressure on your clit get a little harder.
When he suddenly lifted you up, a pained cry left you as your shorts and underwear were forced deeper between your ass and even between your folds. Your feet were barely touching the ground and you reached back to try and push him away, but he just landed another slap on your ass.
“Stay still.”
“I-it hurts, daddy… I can’t.” You whimpered. In response, he adjusted his grip and lifted you up even more, making you cry out. The very tips of your shoes were barely still on the floor and the pressure on your clit was becoming more of a painful pleasure now. Emphasis on ‘painful.’
When you felt him press up against you, your breath caught in your throat. He still had his underwear on, but he was grinding his bulge on your pussy because of how high he was holding you. His free hand grabbed your hips to stabilize you as he sped up.
“Daddy…” You whined. Everything was so contradictory. Your ass was still burning, as was your clit from the prolonged wedgie, but it also felt good as he rubbed his bulge against it. You didn’t know what to think. You didn’t even know if you wanted him to stop or do more.
“I know, baby… Just a little longer.” He said quietly. Letting out a low groan, he continued humping you, his breathing getting more and more ragged. He moved the hand on your hip to help hold your shorts and underwear, then took a couple steps back. When you weren’t being supported by the counter anymore, you fell forward with a scream, your whole body weight now being held by the wedgie. You grabbed onto the counter to lift yourself up a little so your face wasn’t inches above the floor, but you couldn’t get close enough to put any weight on it.
“Daddy! Daddy— wait!” You cried out, making him moan at your struggling. His hips got more desperate, rutting against your clothed heat, making you more desperate as well.
You tried squirming, but he just lifted you even higher. Your feet kicked around as you tried hopelessly to find some footing, now being completely suspended.
“Please! It hurts!” You whined loudly, but he ignored you. “Please, daddy! I can’t take it anymore..”
“Shh… Yes you can, love. I’m almost done.” He cursed under his breath and his movements sped up even more. “Such a good fucking pussy.” He groaned under his breath.
“Who’s allowed to touch you here?” He asked, clearer now.
“You!”
“Who owns this fucking cunt?”
“Y-you..” You whimpered, hoping if you just agreed to everything that he’d give you mercy.
“That’s right, baby. Your body is only for daddy to touch, okay?” You were nodding before he could even finish.
“Yes— yes.. Please let me down now.” You rushed out. You’ve learned your lesson by now— you won’t let anyone come near you. His hips stopped, but he didn’t drop you. Instead, he stayed pressed up against your cunt, then started bouncing you up and down by your shorts and underwear, stimulating his cock like that instead. Each time you went down, a sharp cry was forced out of you. You could feel tears in your eyes again as the pain got worse and worse. He started rutting into you, but still moved you up and down, never even faltering.
“Please!” You cried. He moved you forward again so you were bent over the counter. Your feet still weren’t touching the floor, but at least some of the weight was taken off.
“Fuck—” He choked out, panting and moaning quietly. He took a step back and removed one hand, making you drop a little so that your toes were now on the floor. Then his moans were getting louder and louder until you felt heat spurting all over your ass. You whined and squirmed as your whole face heated up from humiliation. He cursed under his breath and slowly lowered you, releasing your shorts. He panted for another moment, then tugged your stretched out shorts and underwear back down, over his come. You felt completely and utterly used. But you also felt completely and utterly desperate for more.
“That’s better. Covers more of your ass now.” He said through a breath, giving you one last spank.
I fucking hate the title lol so give me ideas for a new one💀🙏🏻
Summary | You go to your stepdad for help… with very pure intentions… obviously. (Heheh)
Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, innocence kink, corruption, large age gap, but not under age, hand jobs, oral both m and f receiving, spanking, daddy kink technically, also incest I guess?, groping, thigh riding, praise, a sprinkle of degradation and humiliation.
Words | 7.5 k
Notes | I hope it was worth the wait folks. Also ionno how I feel about this gif but whatever lol
Ao3 link | <3
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You liked making men crave what they could never have, that’s why you dress the way you do. But it seemed like the one man you actually wanted to crave you, never did. Much to your disappointment.
But you liked doing it in a subtle way, where at first glance, it wouldn’t seem like your goal was to get his attention. You’d wear loose, frilly skirts, always on the shorter side, but not short enough to be too obvious, and tight crop tops that were somewhat see-through. You also liked wearing pretty dresses and knee high socks and dainty jewelry and soft makeup. All of which at first glance would just seem like a cute, unintentionally sexy— yet still in an innocent way somehow— outfit.
Nothing you ever did caught his eye though. Sometimes you’d forego the bra all together so that your nipples were just barely poking through the thin fabric of your top, but you still didn't get a reaction. So you decided to step it up.
“Mr. Rippner?” You asked quietly, making him look up from the computer screen as you hesitantly walked in.
“How many times have I told you to call me Jackson.” He said teasingly.
“Sorry…” You couldn’t help the blush that painted your cheeks when he gave you a soft smile.
“What's up?”
“I can come back later if you’re busy…”
“Never too busy for you. Come sit.” He clicked a few buttons on the computer then gave you his full attention. You dragged one of the arm chairs a little closer to his desk, then sat down.
“I just… had a question— questions. But I’m scared to ask my mom.” You said quietly, nervously playing with the fabric of your skirt.
“Scared?”
“I don’t want her to see me any differently… and I’m scared that asking this might do that.”
“You can talk to me.” His tone was so genuine that it made you want to tell him anything and everything about yourself, even your deepest secrets. His warm smile wasn’t helping much either.
“Thank you… So, um— there’s this guy that I like..” He just barely stiffened when you said that. “He’s older,”
“How much older?”
“A little more than twenty years…”
“He’s in his forties?”
“Early fourties, yes.” You said quietly, not able to maintain eye contact any longer. You couldn’t figure out what emotion was on his face right now. “But I really really like him, Mr. Rippner, and he treats me right.”
“Any man going after you who’s that old will not treat you right.”
“Oh…” You kept your eyes on your lap as your chest ached. Even though this wasn’t a direct rejection it still hurt. “Sorry.”
“Hey— no, I'm sorry.” His tone was noticeably softer. “I just worry about you, kiddo.” Your whole face heated up at the name, as it always does. “I'm sorry. If you still want to talk, I'm here for you.”
“Thanks…” When he didn’t say anything, you took that as your cue to continue. “I- I’ve been having.. bad thoughts about him, Mr. Rippner. And I know that it’s wrong, but I just can’t help it. I don’t even really know what he’s making me feel, just that it makes me feel dirty…” His cheek tensed as he clenched his jaw.
“Inappropriate thoughts, you mean?” He clarified and you nodded in response. “I see. And before I respond, what exactly is it that you’re asking me?”
“I- I want to impress him… but I’ve never done.. anything. I’m scared I’ll make a fool of myself, so I was hoping… you could help me?”
“Help you?” He choked out. You nodded and bit your lip. “Let me just make sure I’m hearing this right. You want to fuck a man twice your age,” you blushed at his crude words, “but you’re nervous about it… so you’re asking your step father, who’s also twice your age, to help you practice so you feel more confident?”
“I’m sorry, this was stupid.” You muttered as you got to your feet.
“Sit down.” His voice was technically still soft, but you could hear the underlying sternness in his tone, so you lowered yourself back down in the chair. “Why me?”
“I just… I trust you a lot, Mr. Rippner— more than most. I know you’d never do anything to take advantage of me.” You said, even though you hoped he would.
“And what about your mom?” That made you frown.
“I didn’t mean it in a cheating way. Just for you to show me what to do— to teach me. That’s not cheating.”
“Sweetheart…” He started, making your frown deepen. “You understand why this would be wrong other than that, right?”
“…No.” You did.
“Not even talking about the fact that I'm twice your age— I’m your step father. This is not something that step fathers teach their step daughters.” He explained gently.
“Oh.. I guess you don’t have to, then. I can just… ask him to teach me or something.”
“Absolutely not.” He said sternly, startling you. “Telling him that will practically give him the green light to manipulate and coerce you.”
“He wouldn’t do that.” You frowned.
“Yes he would. Every man would.”
“Clearly not every man.” You muttered.
“Look,” he sighed, “I do want to help you, kiddo, but it’s more complicated than that.”
“It doesn’t have to be..”
“But it is.”
“Are you not attracted to me?” You asked suddenly. “Is that why?” He sighed again and looked away from you, making your stomach churn. “Oh.” You felt like you were about to cry any minute now— this is not going how it was supposed to at all. You felt stupid and embarrassed and you wished you never came in here.
“I…” he sighed, “It's not that. I shouldn’t be attracted to you, honey. It’s wrong.”
“…But you are?” He said ‘shouldn’t’ so maybe that’s a good sign.
“It’s doesn’t matter if I am,”
“I’m attracted to you, Mr. Rippner.” You said quietly, waiting nervously for his reaction. “It doesn’t feel wrong.” He let out a heavy breath and closed his eyes as his head tilted back a little. You watched him carefully, trying to figure out what he was thinking. When he suddenly leaned back up and opened his eyes, they were significantly darker, the pretty, pale blue almost gone now. “Mr. Rippner?” You asked when he didn’t say anything.
“I’m not going to show you, but I’ll tell you. How does that sound?” You frowned and looked away.
“Okay… If you think that’s best, I trust you.” You said, silently praying for him to do more than talk to you.
“Let’s just start off with you telling me what you do know.”
“Um… Well, I’ve seen people kiss.. and I’ve tried to practice, but it feels awkward and I don’t want it to be weird when it happens.”
“You never kissed anyone?” His eyebrows were raised as he stared at you in poorly concealed surprise.
“…No.” You said, voice small.
“Okay,” he cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, “okay. What else?”
“I mean… I think I mostly know how the rest of it goes? The part where.. I don’t really do much. It’s the other parts that I don’t know.”
“You mean foreplay?” You nodded with a blush. “And you know how to practice safe sex, right?”
“A condom?”
“That’s the most common way, yes.” He leaned back in his chair and let out a heavy breath. “Okay. I think I can help you out with some of it, but the rest you might just need to practice on your own.
“But I have!” Your blush deepened when you realized what you just implied.
“You have?”
“I- I mean.. I just— It…” Nothing you could say would save you.
“Dirty girl… Do you have a toy hidden somewhere?” He said teasingly and you didn’t know how to respond, not when the real answer is so much more embarrassing and perverted.
“Something like that..” He examined you carefully, making you feel like he was uncovering every secret you've ever had.
“Oh I see.” He chuckled. “Creative little minx, aren’t you? What’d you use?” You looked down and bit your lip, feeling far too embarrassed right now. “Hairbrush handle? Cucumber?”
“Stop teasing me, Mr. Rippner.” You pouted and he gave you a small smile.
“I’ll stop teasing once you stop calling me that.” When your gaze stayed on your lap, he continued. “Where'd you use it? Your mouth or your cunt?” Your head snapped up with a gasp at his vulgar language.
“Mr. Rippner!” You scolded him, but your cheeks were far too red to uphold the sternness of your reprimand.
“It’s just a simple question, kiddo. You’re going to have to get used to those words if you want my help. I can’t really explain it without saying it.”
“I- I know. It just caught me off guard is all and um… mouth.” You muttered, not able to maintain eye contact. “But I couldn't do it, it was too hard.”
“What’d you try to do, sweetheart?”
“I dunno… just— anything that I thought might be right. I didn’t really know what to do.” You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Need someone to teach me…”
“You know that I can’t.” He said softly.
“But how else am I supposed to learn? Why can’t you just help me?” You pouted, making him sigh.
“I am helping you.”
“But….” You were going to beg again, but so far that’s gotten you nowhere, so you decided to try something else. “Fine— I’ll just find someone else!” You said, standing up and turning around to walk out.
“Sit down. I won’t tell you again.” He said sternly, making you freeze, but not turn around yet.
“Mr. Rippner…” You finally turned back to face him, but you couldn’t look at him, “I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one day,”
“You really don’t want me to tell you again.” He warned and for the first time, you felt a little afraid of him. It was flustered fear, but fear nonetheless. You slowly walked back over and sat down again.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to help you, but you’re not going to tell anyone. Especially your mother. Do you understand?” You couldn’t help the smile that creeped up on your face as you nodded.
“Come here.” You got back up and walked around the desk, waiting awkwardly for the next instruction. “On your knees.” Your stomach fluttered and you could feel the ache between your legs that you usually get when you’re near him. Slowly lowering yourself to the ground, you placed your hands on your lap and looked up at him as he rolled his chair back and faced you.
“Do whatever you think is right. I’ll stop you or tell you what to do if you need help.” Even though that made you nervous because there was a higher chance you’d embarrass yourself, you agreed.
Shuffling forward, you settled between his legs and reached for his belt. The bulge in his pants was already making your mouth water and you pressed your thighs together without thinking. His breath hitched when you accidentally brushed his crotch, but he let you continue until his pants were open enough for you to pull them down a little and reach inside to take out his length.
You gasped at the size of him and stared at it with wide eyes and slightly parted lips— how is this ever going to fit.. anywhere inside you when it barely fits in your hand? He brushed your hair out of your face and you swallowed thickly as you forced your eyes away from his length to look up at him.
“Y-you’re… Are they all this big?” You asked nervously, making him chuckle quietly.
“Not all, but I’m only a little above average.”
“Oh.” So the average is only a little smaller? That didn’t ease your nerves at all.
“Just take it slow, kiddo. Don’t rush into it, go at whatever pace you’re comfortable with.” You were struggling to get yourself to follow the soft demand because of how badly you wanted to impress him. “Start with your hand.” You nodded and swallowed down the lump in your throat as you reached for his length. Tentatively grasping it in your hand, you stroked him slowly, looking up at him for confirmation. “A little harder, love.” You squeezed harder, but immediately pulled back when he winced.
“I’m sorry,”
“That’s okay. Here,” he took your hand in his and wrapped it around his cock, moving it slowly. “Like this, okay?” When you nodded, he let go for you to continue on your own. You noticed that his limited reactions seemed to mostly happen when you were at the tip, so you focused on that, rubbing your thumb over the bead of clear liquid on top, making him curse under his breath.
“You know what that is?” He asked, almost breathlessly.
“…Precum?” You were terrified of embarrassing yourself by saying the wrong thing, but you vaguely remembered learning that somewhere.
“That’s right.. good girl. Have a taste.” With a blush from the praise, you tentatively brought your hand up and sucked your thumb into your mouth. “Do you like it?”
“I think so. It’s… watery but a little sweet almost?” He laughed quietly and you gave him a small smile.
“Keep going.” You started stroking him again, keeping the pace a little slow as you got used to it. “Do you want to try using your mouth now?” You looked up at him nervously, but nodded anyway. “Okay, just suck on the tip while you keep stroking it.” You shuffled forward even closer and placed your free hand on his thigh to steady yourself as you leaned up a little. When you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, he let out a shaky breath and put his hand on top of yours on his thigh.
“Suck it and flick your tongue over it,” you obeyed and he let out a low moan, “there you go… Keep using your hand.” You hadn’t even realized you stopped stroking him until he mentioned it.
“Atta girl. You’re a natural, kiddo.” You couldn’t help the whimper that slipped out at the praise, even if he was just teasing you. You continued stroking his length while mouthing at the tip, not sure what to do next. Thankfully he seemed ready to help you with that.
“You want to draw it out a little so how about you practice kissing, hm?” You perked up at the thought of finally being able to kiss him, but almost pouted when you realized he didn’t mean on his lips. You gave the tip and quick kiss, then looked up at him, asking a silent question of what to do. “Kiss all over it, sweetheart.” You obeyed, working your way down the underside of his cock. “Good girl. Keep going down.” You were quickly reaching the base and you looked up at him in confusion.
“You didn’t think you were just going to suck my cock, did you?” He chuckled, making you frown. You did think that… What else would you suck? “Start with kissing and licking my balls.” That made you pull back as your eyes widened.
“Your— But… Is that,”
“You’re not going to impress any man with a mediocre blow job. I’m trying to help you, baby.” You didn’t know that was a thing you had to do… and for some reason it felt dirtier than everything you’ve done so far. He picked up on your apprehension and his teasing smirk dropped into a more serious expression.
“Hey, we don’t have to.” He said softly, genuinely. “The second you change your mind, we’re done, no questions asked. I can make you some hot chocolate and put on that movie you like and we don’t have to mention this ever again.”
“I…” You swallowed the lump in your throat as your gaze shifted between his eyes and his cock. “Can we still do all of that after we do this?” You asked timidly, making the corners of his lips turn up into a small smile as he reached out to pet your hair.
“Of course we can, kiddo. I’m pretty much done with work for the day so I’m all yours until it’s your bedtime.” You flushed at the mention of the silly rule he was so adamant about implementing. You told him that you’re an adult and adults don’t have bedtimes and he said that he just wants what’s best for you and that getting a good night's sleep is one of the best things you could do to take care of yourself. You didn’t protest again after that— mostly just because you liked the idea of him having that power over you.
“Since it’s Friday… could we maybe.. extend my bedtime?” You asked coyly, staring up at him with wide pleading eyes. He raised his brows as he looked down at you for a moment before letting out a breathy laugh and looking away.
“You’re getting too spoiled. I might as well start calling you princess.” He said with a sly smile, making you blush.
“If I’m your princess, does that make you my daddy?” You asked innocently, making his breath catch in his throat, but he recovered quickly and decided to tease you a little.
“Now where did you learn something like that?” Your blush intensified and you couldn’t maintain eye contact any longer.
“Heard some classmates talking about it…”
“Aren’t you a nosy little thing? But no kiddo, that doesn’t make me your daddy. I’m still just plain old stepdad Jackson.” He said with a small shrug.
“But… if I want you to be?” You asked nervously. He let out a heavy breath that turned into a quiet chuckle.
“If you want me to be… Then, we'll do a trial run tonight, how does that sound?”
“Good. Thank you, daddy.” You decided to try it out immediately and it was strange how natural the word fell from your lips. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his cock twitch.
“Okay, princess. You do a good job and I’ll reward you by pushing your bedtime back an hour.” That made your face light up, but you were feeling bold right now.
“…Two?”
“Thirty minutes?” He asked, in the same tone as you, making you pout and accept his original offer of one hour. “Pick up where you left off.” He spread his legs to give you more room to shuffle forward and lean your face close to his length, but instead of aiming for his cock, you went lower. You did as he instructed, kissing and licking them gently. It felt dirty and wrong doing this, but somehow, at the same time, like the most fulfilling thing you've ever done.
“Now suck one into your mouth.” The second your lips wrapped around one, he cursed under his breath and let out a sigh of pleasure, but it quickly turned into a wince, making you pull back instantly. “Gotta be gentler, honey.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” You rushed out, face flushing with shame, and he shushed you.
“It’s okay. Just do it a little softer.” You hesitantly leaned forward to try once again, now much more apprehensive this time. “There you go…” He cooed, “Few more seconds, then do the same to the other one. Don’t forget to use your hand on my cock while you do this.” You blushed at the crude words but wrapped a hand around his length again to start pumping slowly before releasing him with a loud pop and moving to the other one. His sounds gave you confidence and you flicked your tongue as you sucked, then pulled back to keep licking and kissing while you stroked him. It was hard to multitask though with how overwhelmed you were getting from his scent and his hand holding yours on his thigh and just his closeness.
You tried not to get too embarrassed when your spit kept building up until it was covering your lips and chin, making you feel even dirtier. But you realized that you like how it feels. You like feeling filthy as you make him feel good.
You kept mouthing at his balls, occasionally sucking on them, and he placed his free hand on your head, stroking your hair.
“Fuck… Look at you— Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” He asked teasingly, not giving you a chance to reply before speaking again. “There’s no way this mouth belongs to my innocent little girl.” You blushed, feeling shy at the compliment.
“Daddy…” You whined against him, never stopping the movement of your hand or mouth.
“It’s okay, kiddo. You just keep sucking on my balls and stroking my cock. Don’t need to do anything else.” You whimpered and squirmed at his feet, quickly growing uncomfortable with the weird feeling between your legs.
“Daddy, it hurts.” You didn’t want to disobey him by stopping right after he told you to keep going, so you barely pulled back enough to get the words out.
“What hurts?” You whined quietly and pressed your thighs together. His gaze traveled down your body curiously. “Your cunt?” You mewled and blushed at the vulgar word, but nodded in agreement.
“You’re a proper whore, aren’t you?” He chuckled, making you frown and pull back.
“No…”
“There’s no need to be embarrassed, baby. If sucking balls is what gets you off, that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Stop making fun of me.” You pouted, making him smile. “And ‘m not a whore.”
“Of course you’re not a whore, princess. You’re my whore.” Your entire face heated up and the ache between your legs got infinitely worse. “Isn’t that right?” You whined quietly and he chuckled.
“Y-yes…” You whispered. “Yours.”
“My what?” Your expression turned into a pout and you averted your gaze. “Hm?”
“Your— your whore.” You choked out as tears welled in your eyes from the humiliation of it all.
“Good girl. Keep going.”
“But,” He gave you a warning look so you ignored the fire in your belly and leaned back in. Your hand picked up again as you tried new things with your mouth on his balls, making sure to repeat the ones that drew any sounds from him. There was even more saliva now and you could feel some of it dripping down your neck to your chest.
“Go a little lower now.”
“W-what?” You choked out, trying to pull back, but he used the hand on your head to hold you there. “Relax, kiddo. Just a little bit.” He explained, but you were still apprehensive. He pushed you down until your chin hit the chair then pulled you closer, burying your nose into his balls and holding you there.
“Lick.” He demanded, but you weren’t sure what you were supposed to be licking. Since you weren’t able to question him, you just stuck your tongue out and moved it as best you could with how close he was holding you to his body. “There you fucking go.” He groaned, bucking his hips against your face.
“So fuckin’ filthy.” He said through a breath. Despite the degrading words he used, his tone was full of admiration and pride. “Covered in your own spit as you lick my taint.” He chuckled, voice a little darker now. “Work your way back up slowly.” He lessened the pressure on your head and you gave one last lick before moving up to his balls, mouthing at them for a few seconds, then kissing up his length until you reached the tip. You pulled back and looked up at him, waiting for the next instruction eagerly.
“…I’m on the fence about teaching you this.” You furrowed your brows in confusion.
“What is it?”
“It’s not necessary for a good blow job, you can leave a guy plenty satisfied with what I’ve taught you so far, but this just makes it even better.” You wanted to make him feel even better so there wasn’t any doubt in your mind.
“Please teach me?” You asked, even though you still weren’t really sure what he was talking about.
“Are you sure?”
“Please, daddy.” You whined.
“Okay, princess. Hands off.” You let go of his cock and placed your hand on his thigh. “Open.” Your mouth fell open and he adjusted so he was gripping your hair, then slowly lowered you onto him.
“First I want you to show me how far down you can take it.” He kept his grip on your hair, but let you move freely. Slowly forcing yourself down, you looked up at him for a moment before taking a deep breath through your nose and closing your eyes to concentrate. This is what you’re not good at. You kept going down until he brushed the back of your mouth. When you tried to move down even more, you gagged and had to pull off.
“Good girl. Almost halfway.” You all but beamed at the praise. “I’m going to try holding you there. Pinch my thigh if it’s too much, okay?” You nodded and he gave you a small smile. “Take a deep breath.” You inhaled and let your mouth fall open, waiting for him to guide you down onto his cock. He pushed your head slowly until he reached the back of your mouth, then held you still. You were fine for a few seconds as you breathed heavily through your nose and focused on suppressing your gag reflex, but once it started, you couldn’t stop it and you had to pinch his thigh.
“That was good, kiddo. You’re already getting better. Just try to keep your mouth open wider so your teeth aren’t touching it, okay?”
“Okay. Sorry…” You looked away, feeling embarrassed. You didn’t know how you were supposed to open your mouth any wider when your jaw was already starting to ache because of his size.
“Don’t apologize. You’re learning, you’re bound to make a mistake or two.” He said, easing your nerves.
“Can I try again?”
“Whenever you’re ready.” You sank down on his cock voluntarily this time and took deep breaths through your nose as he held you there. You didn’t want to gag, but you could feel it coming anyway. When it happened, you squeezed his thighs to keep yourself from pinching him, wanting to hold out a little longer. He shushed you and used a hand to pet your head while the other held you down as your body instinctively tried to pull up.
“Good girl. See if you can control it.” You squeezed your eyes shut with a strangled whimper and tried to breathe slowly. “That’s it… I'm going to pull you up a little so you can take a breath.” He lifted you only an inch or so up and you heaved in a shaky breath before he pushed you back down. You weren’t expecting him to actually only let you take a single breath, so you gagged again the second he hit the back of your mouth. This time though, you gagged hard enough to make you feel like you could throw up if it happened just one more time so you pinched him and he pulled you off.
A string of saliva connected your lips to his cock and you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath and push down the nausea.
“I’m so proud of you, kiddo. You’re doing amazing.” It didn’t feel like you were doing amazing, but you blushed at the compliment anyway.
“Thank you.” You rasped, giving him a small smile. He cupped your cheek, rubbing the saliva on your lips around a little as he returned the expression.
“Keep this up and I might consider pushing your bedtime back two hours instead.” Your face lit up at that and he laughed under his breath.
“Really?”
“You deserve it.” You smiled and his thumb swiped over your lips again, so you took it into your mouth and sucked lightly. “Christ— You’re going to kill me, baby.” He groaned, making you blush. “Do you think you can try something a little harder now?”
“I think so.” You said quietly, after reluctantly pulling away from his thumb to speak.
“I’m going to push you down farther, okay? You’ll probably gag, but I know you can take it.” He pushed your hair out of your face and gave you a reassuring smile. You nodded and moved closer to his length, taking a deep breath and waiting for him to push you down. He did it slowly and stopped once he reached the back of your mouth. Placing both hands on the back of your head, he applied more pressure, but did it quickly. You gagged instantly, but it cut off into a garbled whimper when he breached your throat barrier and pushed you all the way down until your nose was buried in his pelvis and your chin was resting on his balls.
“Fuck— good fucking girl.” He said through a moan. You tried to stay there despite the intense need to gag, but it was quickly becoming too much. “You feel incredible, baby.” You squeezed your eyes shut, hearing him curse under his breath as you choked. When you couldn’t take it anymore, you pinched his thigh and he hesitated for a second before letting you pull off. He stroked your hair as you coughed and tried to catch your breath. You looked up at him through teary eyes and his other hand moved to cup your cheek and brush his thumb over your lips that were slick with even more saliva now.
“How you holding up?” He asked softly and you cleared your throat before responding.
“Good I think..”
“Do you want to stop?” Kind of… but at the same time you wanted more. More of this— more of him.
“No- no… I want to keep going.”
“Don’t just say that because you think it’s what I want to hear,”
“‘m not. Wanna keep going.” You whined.
“Do you want to keep doing this or go back to what you were doing before?” He seemed to like this the most and you wanted to practice so you could get better for him. So even though your throat was already sore, you said yes.
“This.”
“Okay, baby. Whenever you’re ready.” You cleared your throat again and tried to even out your breathing before wrapping your lips around the tip again, waiting for him to push you back down. He moved you slowly until he reached the back of your mouth and you braced yourself for what was about to happen.
Even though you were anticipating it, you still gagged when he applied more pressure, and then choked when he finally entered your throat. You were coughing and sputtering around him, each time forcing more spit out of your mouth, making your face heat up when you felt more of it roll down your neck to your chest.
“That’s it… Good girl.” The moan that escaped you because of his praise sounded more like a garbled, incoherent sound rather than anything else. “Fuck— I’m gonna come, baby.” He groaned, making your stomach flutter.
You wanted nothing more than to pull off so you could breathe and cough, but you wanted to let him finish. So you squeezed his thighs hard enough to make him wince and his hips flinched up, burying his cock even deeper.
“When I pull out, keep your mouth open.” He rushed out and you could only make a strangled sound in return. His hips were rutting up into your mouth now as he kept a tight grip on your head, not letting you move when your body reflexively tried to pull away. He cursed under his breath, then let out a loud groan, and you felt heat in your throat until he pulled out. You coughed, but tried to keep your mouth open as he stroked his cock in front of you, making more come land on your tongue and around your lips. When his sounds quieted and his hand slowed to a stop, he stared down at you as he panted.
“Swallow.” He demanded softly. You reluctantly closed your mouth and swallowed, then he swiped up the come that landed on your face and put it on your tongue for you to swallow as well.
You tried not to let it show in your expression, but you weren’t expecting it to taste like that at all and it caught you off guard. Especially because you were expecting more of the sweet taste that the precum had.
“Everyone tastes like that?” You asked quietly, making him chuckle.
“I wouldn’t really know, sweetheart, but I would assume so.” He wiped your tears and the spit from your chin and your stomach fluttered again at the soft, simple action. “You did such a good job. I’m so proud, kiddo.” Your whole face flushed at the compliment, but you didn’t understand why he said it since it didn’t seem like you improved much.
“Thank you..” You said anyway, making the corners of his lips turn up into a small smile.
“Get up here, princess.” You immediately got giddy at the thought of being so close to him and you eagerly climbed onto the chair and straddled his legs, putting your hands on his shoulders. He rubbed up and down your thighs slowly, teasing you.
“Do you think you’ve learned enough?” You tried not to frown at the thought of this ending so soon.
“No…” You muttered, looking down.
“No? What else can I teach you, baby?” He chuckled. You knew his question was rhetorical, but you answered anyway.
“I- I don’t know how to… touch myself.” You said with a blush and his eyes widened a little.
“You don’t touch yourself?” He asked through a breath, almost completely frozen.
“I’ve tried… I just end up feeling awkward and dumb so I stop. But I need you, daddy, it hurts. Make it go away.” You whined, giving him puppy dog eyes and a frown. He cursed under his breath and closed his eyes for a moment, his grip tightening on your thighs.
“Fuck— fuck, okay. I’ll teach you, but after that, no more.”
“Okay.” You agreed, even though you knew you were going to be begging him to keep going when he decided to stop. He took a deep breath and you waited anxiously for him to do something.
“You have to start slow, build up to it. Women are different from men, they need more than we do to get started.” His hands dragged up your thighs— over your skirt— to your hips, then up your waist, and sadly back down again.
“Don’t wanna start slow.” You whined, squirming in his lap.
“You told me to teach you and that’s what I’m doing, princess.” You huffed and looked away from him with a pout. When he suddenly grabbed your cheeks in one hand, then turned you back to face him and pulled you closer, your breath caught in your throat.
“I don’t want any attitude from you when I’m the one doing you a favor.” He said lowly, but you were distracted by his breath fanning your lips and his grip on your face. “I control how fast or slow we go. Do you understand?” There was that fear again, only this time you subconsciously tried to grind against him.
“Y-yes.” You whispered, staring at him with wide eyes, getting needier and needier. “Please,” You whined, squirming again, but stopping when his hand moved down to your throat.
“What did I just say?” He gritted.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry— But I can’t take this anymore, it’s torture!” You cried. He stared at you with a dark look that made you nervous and you waited anxiously for what was next.
“Fine. Up.”
“Daddy…” You whined, but it cut off then he roughly grabbed your hips and lifted you to your feet. He didn’t even give you a demand before pulling you forward by your hips so that your legs were on either side of one of his. You gasped when he pulled you down and reached for his shoulders to steady yourself. “Grind on my thigh.”
“W-what?” You choked out, eyes widening even more.
“If you want to act like a bitch in heat, that’s how you’ll be treated. Hump my fucking thigh or we’re done for tonight.” He menaced, making your whole face heat up. You’ve never heard such degrading words before, especially not aimed at you, and even though you were probably supposed to be upset that he basically just called you a dog… you started moving your hips anyway.
“You need to learn,” he landed a hard smack on your ass, making you cry out and tighten your grip on his shoulders, “when to fucking listen.” Another spank, this time on your other cheek. “I didn’t have to let you suck my cock, but I did…” When he hit you again, you felt tears brimming in your eyes. “I didn’t have to teach you how to deep throat,” you let out a choked sob when he hit you again, the hardest so far, “but I did.” He growled, spanking you twice in quick succession.
“I’m sorry!” You cried, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Look at the fucking mess you’re making.” He roughly fisted your hair and forced your head down so you could see the damp spot on his pants where you were grinding. You whined, getting so overwhelmed with the feeling between your legs and his words and his hands and just him.
“Get the fuck up.” He suddenly said, making your heart drop. Was he going to leave you like this? All needy and achy?
“Daddy, ‘m sorry.” You whimpered, staring at him with puppy dogs eyes and a pout. In response, he just lifted you off of him by your hips and stood up. You protested with a whine, but it cut off when he pushed you in front of the desk and roughly forced your chest down on it. You tried lifting yourself up, but he just placed a firm hand between your shoulder blades and forced you back down.
“Stay.” He growled, making you stiffen. He flipped your skirt up and you squirmed with a low whine. “No shorts?” He spanked you again and you quickly scrambled for purchase on the desk. When he roughly groped your ass, you let out a quiet moan and squeezed your thighs together, but he kicked your legs apart, not letting you have any relief.
“Daddy…” You whined, but it cut off into a yelp when he spanked you again. He roughly cupped your sex and you mewled in response as you pushed your hips back.
“Such a needy fucking pussy for a virgin.” He gruffed, making you blush, but it only intensified when he pulled your panties to the side.
“Fuck…” He muttered, then dragged a finger through your slit, spreading your arousal. “Fuck!” You jumped at the sudden increase in volume. Was he mad? He sounded like he was quickly losing his composure and you weren’t exactly sure why or how you could help him.
“Daddy?”
“Shut up.” He hissed, roughly gripping your underwear and pulling until he ripped it off of you. “Just shut the fuck up.”
“Mmph!” He shoved your panties in your mouth before you could even register what was happening. He ignored you and roughly groped your ass again, pulling you apart to spread your holes and cursing under his breath. When wetness and heat replaced the chilly air on your clit, your hips flinched back toward the pleasure as a surprise moan escaped you.
He licked over you slowly, still having a firm grip on your ass to keep you spread open. Moving up to your hole, he licked and sucked, making a loud, vulgar slurping sound that had you whining from embarrassment.
You whimpered, hiding your burning face in your arms. He lapped up your arousal for a while before going back down to your clit and sucking it into his mouth. You choked on a whimper at the sudden, intense pleasure, making him chuckle against you.
Your knees shook and you moved your hands to grip the desk, trying to ground yourself, but it was just so fucking intense. Eventually, your legs got too weak to hold you up and all of your weight was resting on the desk with the hard wood digging into your hip bones painfully.
You whimpered, feeling your stomach tighten with arousal even more, but let out an anguished sob when he suddenly pulled back. Your head was spinning with how fast he lifted you off of the desk and sat you down on his chair, removing the makeshift gag.
He pulled your hips to the edge and dove back in eagerly. Your hands landed in his hair as you rocked your hips against his face, moaning and whining at the new feeling— you could already tell you were getting addicted. Moving down to your hole, he lapped up your arousal and rubbed his thumb over your clit, making your stomach feel even tighter.
“If you let that… that fucking pervert anywhere near you I swear to god you won’t be able to sit for a fucking week.” He growled and you moaned at his words as well as the sudden possessiveness in his tone. “This pussy is mine. Do you understand?” You mewled and tugged his hair, trying to pull his mouth back on you, but he was stronger.
“Y-yes. Yours, daddy.” You whined, tugging harder. “Please!” You cried, when he still wouldn’t give in. “It’s yours, daddy! I’m all yours.” You sobbed out, grinding your hips in hopes of getting the stimulation back.
“Pull your shirt up.” He gruffed, only leaning back down after you obeyed. His mouth took over his thumb again and he reached up to grope your breast as he sucked on your clit in an almost feral manner. “Who’s tits are these?” He mumbled against you, starting to toy with your nipple now.
“Yours.”
“Who’s allowed to see them?” He switched hands, giving your other nipple the same treatment.
“Only you.” You said through a breath, feeling the coil in your stomach get impossibly tighter.
“Who’s allowed to touch them?”
“Only you, daddy. Please!” He didn’t respond, he just worked harder and faster on your clit until you fell over the edge. You sobbed out a moan and pulled on his hair hard enough to make him hiss in pain. But that was overshadowed by the feeling flooding your entire body, making you tremble and writhe as you rutted against his face. You weren’t lying when you said you don’t touch yourself, but now that you know what an orgasm feels like? You might start trying honestly.
Once your body sagged into the chair and your sounds died down, he pulled back, his lips and chin glistening. You were panting, still trying to calm down even though you were practically dizzy with pleasure. You felt warm hands running up and down your thighs, soothing you, and you gave him a dopey smile as your eyes fluttered open to look down at him.
“You’ve got quite the grip on you, kiddo.” He chuckled, making you blush and loosen your hands in his hair.
“Sorry.” You said sheepishly, trying to rub his scalp a little to soothe the ache he must be feeling from you pulling so hard.
“You okay?” He asked and you nodded wordlessly. “I… I didn’t mean to get so harsh. I just worry.”
“I know, it’s okay. I won’t go near him.” It felt like you were hit with a wave of exhaustion all of a sudden. Is that what orgasms do? Make you sleepy?
“Good girl. You tired?” When you nodded, he chuckled quietly. “Let’s get you cleaned up really quick. Wait here.” As if you could stand on your wobbly legs. You thought with an internal scoff. He left the room and returned with a damp washcloth a minute later. He started with your face, gently wiping the mascara from under your eyes and the dried spit around your mouth, trailing down your chest. Once that was cleaned up, he went even lower. You jolted when the cloth brushed over your folds.
“I’ll be quick.” He said, trying to soothe you. He wiped the area gently and you couldn’t help the quiet moan that slipped out when he brushed your clit. “None of that.” He reprimanded you softly and with a smile. When he finished, he pulled your top back down and fixed your skirt.
“Do you still want that hot chocolate and movie?” You nodded with a lazy smile and he chuckled before picking you up and carrying you to the living room. He set you down on the couch gently and laid a blanket over you, then kissed the top of your head. As he was walking to the kitchen, your brain was already starting to come up with new ways to get this to happen again. You still have so much to learn, after all.
how would yall feel about a spencer x dumb!bimbo reader fic where she requests " just the tip to avoid pregnancy " but spence ends up accidentally blowing his load before he even gets in, proving her wrong ?!
