word count : 900. doggystyle, light spanking, brat tamer dynamic, rough thrusting, deep penetration, size kink, tons of moaning / squealing, overstimulation
you’re squealing—loud, breathless, high-pitched sounds tearing out of your throat without your permission as clark slams his dick into you from behind, fucking you so deep the wet smack of his hips against your ass echoes through the room in filthy, rhythmic bursts.
his thrusts are heavy and relentless, dragging obscene noises out of your pussy with every deep stroke.
slick splatters down your thighs, the force of each movement pushing little gasping moans out of you faster than you can catch them. your hands claw at the sheets, your spine arching, your breath stuttering when he lifts your hips just a bit higher to drive into you at a sharper angle.
“clark—ohhh god—clark—” you cry, voice breaking when he hits that spot inside you again, your moan turning into something helpless and squealy, something that makes his breath catch behind you.
he sounds wrecked—frustrated, desperate, worn thin with concern and restraint.
his fingers grip your hips like he’s afraid you’ll slip away, like he’s terrified you’ll act cold again if he lets you go for even a second. his voice is low, breathless, strained from holding himself together and barely succeeding.
“two weeks,” he groans, hips snapping forward harder, dick pistoning in and out of you with wet, messy sounds that make your whole body tremble, “two weeks of you shutting me out, sweetheart—i’ve been going crazy trying to figure out what i did.”
you try to gather your breath, try to steady your voice long enough to give him something—anything—but the next thrust knocks another moan out of you.
clark’s grip tightens on your waist, his breath hot against your shoulder as he tries again.
“talk to me,” he pants, his voice all breath and gravel, “please—just tell me why you’ve been acting like you don’t want me anywhere near you.”
your brain is scrambled, cunt clenching around him so tight your words trip on your tongue—but something petty, something sharp, something bratty bubbles up before you can stop it.
“maybe i just—” you gasp through a moan, “—don’t like being hovered over all the time—!”
the sentence ends in a squeal when he drives into you harder, the force jolting through your entire body.
his groan is low, deep, almost pained.
he leans over you, chest pressed to your back, his thrusts turning sharp and deliberate, each one landing like a rebuttal.
“hovered?” he breathes, voice tight, “sweetheart, i check on you because i care—”
you cut him off with a breathless, whiny bite of attitude.
“yeah? well sometimes it’s just—too much—!”
he stops holding back.
his hand smacks your ass in a hot, stinging slap that makes your knees buckle, your pussy clenching around his cock like you’re trying to pull him deeper.
he grabs your hips, pulls you back onto him hard enough to make your mouth fall open.
“too much?” he repeats, breath trembling through his teeth as he pounds into you harder, deeper, the bedframe creaking in protest.
you choke on a moan when he slams into you again, your voice splintering as he sets a new brutal rhythm that leaves no room for snark.
“gosh… you sound so sweet when you’re not snapping at me,” he murmurs, hips picking up speed, thrusts turning sharp and deep, “is this what you needed? is this why you’ve been acting this way? wanted me to work it out of you?”
you try to deny it, but your pussy clenches so tight around him that he moans, a soft, broken sound, forehead dropping briefly to your shoulder before he gathers himself and fucks into you even harder.
“i’ve been asking what’s wrong,” he whispers, “and you won’t talk to me… won’t look at me… but now—” he slams into you again, harder, your moan punching through the air, “now you’re moaning for me like this.”
another thrust.
another squeal.
another helpless whimper into the sheets.
“sweetheart…” he breathes, voice almost shaky with the mix of desperation and satisfaction, “i shouldn’t have to take you apart like this just to get the truth out of you.”
he grips the back of your neck gently, guiding your face down into the mattress so your hips stay lifted, your pussy wide open for every deep, sloppy thrust he gives you.
he rolls his hips forward, grinding into you until the head of his dick drags slow and thick against your sweetest spot, forcing a long, uncontrollable whine out of you.
your voice is nothing but moans now.
your attitude gone.
your bratty edge melting into a needy, wet mess under him.
clark hears the change—feels it in the way your cunt squeezes him, in the pitch of your moans—and a soft, almost relieved exhale falls from his lips as his thrusts get rougher, more sure, more punishing.
“yeah…” he murmurs, smacking the side of your ass with his palm, groaning when you jolt forward and clamp around him, “there she is. that’s my girl.”
you whine when the next thrust drives his dick even deeper than before, your voice dissolving into broken gasps as he finally gets what he’s been needing for two whole weeks.
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his dick is heavy in his hand, flushed and leaking, the head slick as he runs it slowly through the slippery mess between your thighs. your folds are swollen, twitching with every brush of his tip.
his voice is rough when he whispers, “gonna ease it in, baby… s’gonna feel big. you tell me if it’s too much, alright?”
but you’re already nodding, legs spread wide, cunt stretched open and aching for him. the first inch pushes past your entrance and your body clenches around him immediately, sucking him in with a wet, squelching noise that makes his whole body jolt.
“oh—oh, sweetheart…”
his dick is so fat it forces your walls to stretch around him, snug and slippery and tight, and he’s biting his lip hard to keep himself from rutting deeper too fast. the air’s full of heat and moans, your gasps high and breathy while his are low, cracked, almost desperate.
he’s panting into your neck, trembling from restraint as he feeds you more. your pussy gives a sticky noise each time his hips nudge forward, and you can feel the drag of every vein along your inner walls, your muscles fluttering like you’re trying to spit him out but pull him deeper at the same time.
by the time he’s halfway in, your nails are digging into his back and your thighs are starting to shake. there’s a thick pressure deep in your belly, like your body’s being filled too full, and when you glance down, you can see the faint outline of him under your skin, stretching you out from the inside.
“just a lil’ more,” he groans, voice cracked. “you’re taking it—so good, baby, so soft down there, you’re squeezing me real tight…”
you whimper as he finally bottoms out, dick buried to the base, the thick root of it pressed firm against your overstretched entrance. he doesn’t move, breathing hard against your cheek, both of you dizzy from how deep he is.
your cunt pulses around him, dripping mess down onto the hairy base of his cock.
his hand finds your lower belly, palm spreading over that swollen spot where his dick bulges inside you.
“look at that,” he murmurs, in awe. “my sweet girl’s stuffed so full.”
he doesn’t even need to move. just the feeling of being buried inside you for the first time, the sight of your pussy stretched wide around him, your gasping mouth, your fluttering lashes, your slick dripping onto his thighs—it’s all too much.
he grinds in once—just to feel the way you tremble—and you both moan at the same time, breath tangled, filthy and flushed and soaking the bed.
and when he finally pulls back to push in again slow and deep, your whole body arches.
“there you go,” he groans, voice ruined. “that’s it, baby. open up f’me.”
frat!kuna finds reasons to talk to his tutor outside of sessions ! (shy!reader)
it was currently three in the morning and for some reason, your phone was going off. you lifted your head up and reached over to grab it. you winced as the bright screen blinded you, squinting and groaning softly. after you recovered, your jaw dropped. to your surprise, sukuna of all people was blowing up your phone.
sukuna: hey, you busy right now?
sukuna: and it’s alr if you are, nws
sukuna: or like, if you’re not in the mood to talk too, that’s fine.
sukuna: just lmk
you were baffled. he quadruple texted you within five minutes. part of you wondered what was so important. you shot a glance at your roommates bed. it was empty. before you lost your nerve, you hit the call button on his contact.
he picked up after the second ring. despite you being the one to call him, you froze. what do you say? do you tease him for waking you up and quadruple texting? you were so in your head you didn’t release a good couple of seconds went by without a word from you.
“hello? you there?”
your stomach twisted in knots. it was just a phone call, why were you so anxious? he’s been nothing but kind to you ever since you met. the way you presented yourself didn’t seem to really matter to him. yet it mattered so much to you.
“yes, sorry,” you swallowed hard.
“soo… i’m assuming you’re not busy?” he asked, his tone slightly teasing. your lips curved into a smile and you quickly cleared your throat. you weren’t sure why you felt this way about someone you tutored. you didn’t mind them usually, but you never spoke outside of sessions, let alone did you look forward to them. you wondered what he wanted to talk about so badly. was it school related? what is it wasn't? either way, the butterflies in your stomach made you even more nervous.
“nope!” you immediately winced at how enthusiastic you sounded. you probably sounded like an obsessive dork. which you weren’t, not at all. you were above that. even though everything pointed to that.
"so i'm doing tonight’s homework and i'm lost. the process is long and stupid, and i don't really understand it. i was wondering if you could explain it maybe...?"
huh, of course he was contacting you because of schoolwork. you scolded yourself for even entertaining the thought that it was something else.
"yeah no worries." you said carefully. your enthusiasm has since faded. you felt like a clueless idiot.
"let me facetime you and show you." you froze, facetime? you were in your embarrassing pajamas, hair up in a bonnet, no makeup on. crap. the sound of the facetime request blared from your phone and your heart stopped. with a shaky breath, you hit accept and braced yourself.
"aw, your bonnet is pink. cute." he grinned at the phone. he was laying in his bed with his arm behind his head, no homework page in sight. you blinked at him. his compliment made your brain short circuit.
"yes it is, uhm, thank you." you cringed and moved out of the frame. you heard him chuckle and the embarrassment alone ate you alive.
"anyways, as i was saying..." he droned on about the problem and yet, there wasn't a notebook in sight. was he reciting it from memory? you offered some input and he thanked you, praising you for your help. you couldn't help but frown though. the problem sounded oddly familiar. that's when you realized: the two of you had gone over the exact problem last session.
"correct me if i'm wrong but, didn't we already go over this problem?"
it was his turn to freeze up. "oh? we did?" he asked all innocently, eyebrows furrowed. you gaped at him before giggling.
"yes, yes we did sukuna," you giggled.
"oh? then that's my bad then." he shifted and you could see a worn stuffed animal on his bed. adorable. "hey, those highlighters you used last time, where'd you get them?" he ran his fingers through his hair, a smirk tugging on his lips.
oh, so he did remember the last session. all of this was making your head spin. so was he doing this on purpose? was he making fun of your highlighters too? that was a low blow...
"from this stationary shop in town." you replied. your tone wasn't rude or anything, but there was definitely a shift. you didn't have it in you to hide your disappointment. you thought the two of you had somewhat of an understanding of each other. you thought it wasn't all in your head and that you got along pretty well.
"hmm. i want some, we should go sometime," he suggested. "i think they'd help me focus better." he shrugged.
together?!? you tilted your head at him. "oh no, it's okay, i can give you directions, you know..." you said timidly. first calling you at an ungodly hour, then asking to hangout? did tutors hang out with their mentees? you were pretty sure that didn't happen. like ever.
"i clearly have terrible, terrible memory, so i'd think it would be best if you went with me, you know? just in case." he wasn't even trying to hide his grin anymore. you could see all 32 pearly white teeth. you couldn't help but mirror his smile. the butterflies in your stomach wouldn't let up as it all sunk in. he's asking you out.
"okay then," you agreed, failing to contain your excitement. "just in case."
𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · sukuna hears you queef for the first time
"What the fuck was that?"
"N-Nothing!" You slammed your hands against your beet-red face. "God, that was nothing!"
"No," Sukuna slaps your hands away, "you just farted down there. How did you do that?"
"Oh, my God!" You scream vehemently. "It was an accident! Forget about it!"
"Do it again," Sukuna lowers himself near your cunt. "Fart."
"Sukuna! Stop! Don't make me laugh, God! Stop it, please!" You swat his head, but since your legs are propped up, he only ricochets to the other side until he settles, once again, at the center. His eyes, amidst all that, never left your pussy.
"Then stop stalling, woman! Do it again! Why are you being so difficult?"
"Because you're being such an idiot right now! And it's not farting! It happened because air got in, and then you suddenly pulled out! That's why! I was basically stretched open."
Sukuna leans his cheek against your knee, contemplating. Then, that damn feral grin shows up. And you know, he's about to do something diabolical. "So you mean to say that if I fuck you and then pull out suddenly, you'd do that?"
"Y-Yes? I mean, I think so? Look, I'm not sure what would or wouldn't, okay? This is a first for me, too."
"Well then," he drags his cock to your entrance and pushes in, "let's find out together. Shall we, dear?"
✿. summary: after your sweet roommate whitaker defends you in the er you think it’s only right to give him a proper thank you
✿. paring: coworker!roommate!whitaker x intern!fem!reader
✿. wc: 1.5k
✿. warning: reader offered whitaker a room in her apartment instead of santos, oral sex (m!receiving), sub!dennis (?), friends to fwb?, cummy kiss. it’s implied that whitaker likes the taste of own cum (i’m deeply sorry guys…)
✿. a/n: that fact i’m one of the only people who has written smut about whitaker is ridiculous…do better guys.
SMUT UNDER THE CUT | 18+ MINORS DNI </3
Whitaker had been your roommate for about a month now. At the end of your first shared shift you offered him a place to stay indeed you learned that he had nowhere to go. During said shift, you couldn’t lie, he immediately caught your eye. Something about those big sad blue eyes called to you. he looked fucking miserable. It was cute. You were happy when he accepted your offer with a hopeful smile on his lips. Now you will be greeted with that cute little face of his every morning.
Him staying with you was pleasant. He was quiet, kind, and helpful. Always doing his chores—even though there wasn’t much since you guys were always at work. He was a good roommate. You loved complimenting and teasing him. He always got so bashful. His cheeks would heat up and the blush would travel from his ear down to his neck.
The day before this one, it was the last hour of your shift and you had got into an argument with a patient. It was more one sided, the guy was screaming at you and you just took it. To use the soft words you learned in medical school to get him to shut up, but it didn’t work. And you were alone with him for fucks sake. The insults were endless and getting more personal as he said them. You don't know where Whitaker came from, but he stood up for you. You snapped your head around to see him and he looked pissed.
After he was done, he grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the exam room, saying something along the lines. “Let's go to Dr. Robby. You shouldn’t have to deal with that bullshit.” You were mad, but god. You’ve never seen him like this. It was hot. You stifled a smile after he swore. He hardly did it but when he did you liked it.
Now it's the next day and the two of you were about to leave to go into work, but there was something you wanted to do before. You popped into his room and saw him putting the rest of his thing into his bag. “Whitaker, do you have a sec? I wanted to talk to you before we leave.”
“Yeah, of course,” he said, voice still a little low from how early it was. He placed his bag on the ground and turned around to face you. The strides you took were slow and intentional. Making sure that your hips catch his attention, as well as the look in your eyes.
“I just wanted to say thank you. You know. For defending me and all.” you said smoothly, grabbing his hand in your, brushing your thumb over his knuckles.
“I-It’s really nothing,” he stuttered, eyes focusing on the way your hands were on his. He was already so nervous and you hardly touched him. You smiled as the familiar hue colored his cheeks.
“He was saying some really messed up stuff, you didn’t deserve it.” You shook your head and scoffed.
“It’s not nothing. It meant a lot to me,” you said, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his lips, slowly sliding a free hand up his chest. We He swallowed hard from the lack of distance between the two of you, at the feeling of your lips so close to his. You pulled back to see that his eyes had widened like he had seen a ghost. You couldn't help from flickering your gaze down to his parted lips. They were so pretty, so kissable. His heart beat picked up as you gave him those bedroom eyes.
Quickly, you let your eyelids fall shut as you lay a kiss directly on his lips to test the waters. At first, he was shocked. He had suspicions that you were into him, but he chalked it up to you just being a sweet girl. There was no way someone who looked like you was interested in anything romantic—or even sexual for that matter—with him. It's like you stepped out of a magazine. But he wasn’t stupid, this was his chance. He kissed back slowly, hesitantly putting his hands on your waist, not wanting to scare you away, but you encouraged it. You grabbed whitakers hands and moved them down to cup your ass as your lips danced with each other.
You slide a soft hand up his jaw and deepen the kiss, noses bumping together as he let out a sweet whimper into your mouth. Unfortunately, there was much time before your shift started, but you could make it work. To his dismay, you pulled away from his lips but the displeasure was quickly replaced with something better as you kissed down his neck and dropped down to your knees to leave kisses on his stomach. “Oh my God…” he rasped, brushing his tense fingers through his hair.
A gasp slipped from his throat as you pulled him down on the bed, slipping between his thighs and hands working to pull his pants down as fast as they could. “W-Woah! What are you doing?” he asked, still breathless from the kiss. Don't get him wrong, he really did want you to go down on him, but part of him felt guilty. Immediately, you draw back if this was some he wasn’t comfortable with, you weren’t going to force him. “Listen, if you don’t want me to—“
“No! I mean yes-yes. I want it but y-you don’t have to do this-“ he stuttered, grabbing your hands into his as you flash him a seductive smile from between his thighs which were practically twitching from a mix of excitement and anxiety. “But I want to…I really really want to, Dennis.” you purred, gliding your hands up and down his legs. A chill shot down his spine once his first name came off your tongue so sensually. God, he wanted to say yes, but “We’re gonna be late…” shuddered from his throat as he gazed down at the hunger in your eyes. “Traffic. I’m sure everyone will understand if we’re 5 minutes late.”
“5 minutes?” he asked, cutely tilting his head in curiosity. “Yeah. I only need 5 minutes,” you smirked, slowly rubbing the prominent bulge that swelled up in his pants. Biting his lip, he nodded rapidly, gasping as you squeezed him in your hands. “Please—I want it,” he whimpered, getting lost in the sense of pleasure. “See, I knew you’d come around,” you said smugly, hooking your fingers on his waistband and pulling his pants down along with his underwear.
His cock flopped out and fell against his t-shirt, leaving the fabric stained as his pre-cum smear against. His tip was already red and dripped, like it was begging for release, like it craved a hole to slip into. As much as you wanted to admire dick in this painful state, you had to get to it, there was a lot of time on your hands. You grabbing him in your hands and pulling down his foreskin earned you a pretty whine from those puffy lips—that were swollen from the tugging his teeth did. ”You’re so pretty, Dennis,” you coax. Before he could let out a sheepish ‘Thank you..’ A sharp inhale cut through his throat as you took him into your mouth.
You swirl your warm tongue around the head of his cck, licking up all the cum that had to ooze out from arousal. ”Oh my—“ he whispered, chest already heaving at a near dangerous speed.His hands flexed by the sides of his bare hips nervously, but you grab his hands and place them in your hair, inviting him to tug as hard as wanted. But he never did in fear of hurting you. Too sweet and innocent for his own good. As you began to bob your head up and down, he whimpered out your name softly. Gently swirling your hair around his trembling fingers as you sent him to a world or pure bliss and pleasure.
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked him like you wanted to yank his soul from his body using your pretty mouth alone. You twist your head around his length, the wet sounds of you sucking his cock and whines, moans and whimpers from Dennis’ lips were borderline pornographic. His hips buck up into your mouth unintentionally, but you push them back down and finish him off. Making sure that he’s a whimpers shaking mess as his cck is shoving down your throat.
It was just too much for him to handle. He wanted to last longer, but you felt too good, too warm, too wet. It drove him crazy. His whole body was buzzing with the sweet string of his soon orgasm taking him over completely. “I-I’m gonna cum,” he gasps, throwing his head back in ecstasy and trying to move your head off of him, but you didn’t budge, wanting him to shoot his ropes of shocking pleasure down your throat. And as he did so, his grip tightened around your hair as a loud moan bounced off the walls of his room.
Pulling up off him, you smile and swallow his seed. His lips parted watching you commit the lewd act, like it was the sexiest thing his big blue eyes ever seen. “I’m thinking that was about…4 minutes?” you giggle, lifting up a hand to wipe your mouth clean, but that was put to an abrupt stop when his hands grab your cheeks and pull you up to give you a deep, open-mouthed kiss. He groaned into your mouth as he tasted himself on your tongue. Maybe he wasn’t as innocent as you thought…
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Can we ride Clark until he’s begging you to stop and peeing in you
explicit 18+ p!ss kink Y U M beg, beg, beg
clark loves when she swings one of her legs over his lap to get on top early in the morning. hair everywhere in her face, chest hovering over him while he stares up in complete wonder and awe. he suckles on a nipple each, gently tugging and humming on them (not entirely unlike a helpless infant). his breathing picks up and he forgets to swallow the built up drool in his mouth while she yanks her red colored panties to the side to line him up to center at her slit. sinking down with a low appreciative sound, whipping her hair all to one side before leaning down to steal a warm kiss. he outright whines when he feels her pull back to tug his lip in between her teeth, his bottom lip stuck out and stretching.
it feels so good when she’s sinking down at the same time, giving him the most electric mixtures of pain and pleasure while when she pulls his hair, bites his lip, scratches and digs her nails directly into his biceps and shoulders. he’ll whither in pain but still can’t help but egg her on to keep going, to go harder, to have at him as much as she wanted. she takes the challenge beautifully. pinching his nipples, swiveling her hips back and forth in jagged motions while he whines and cries out her name.
after around the twenty minute mark of her having all her fun torturing him and teasing him, clark feels just how full his bladder had gotten deep down in his lower stomach while she’s bouncing. he remembers chugging some water late in the night before rolling over to fall back asleep, and it passed him by that he hadn’t had a chance to relieve himself at all of everything he drank and the thought was catching up with him. a cruel reminder of neglecting his bodily needs stays knotted up in his stomach, the pleasure loosening him up and making it that much harder to keep holding all of it in.
so he grabs onto her hips and squeezes a couple times to signal it to her.
“baby, baby get up a second. hold on.”
“we just started,” she pouts with a hard roll on top of every inch of him, feeling the bristle of hair of his happy trail. clark wants to laugh at that, that she claims they just started when it had been a full twenty minutes of her on top of his dick taking everything she wanted. but the laughter doesn’t really come, not when the irritable feeling bubbles in his gut of being so full after not even getting out of bed all morning to relieve himself.
“I know, I know, I promise I won’t be long. please? I can’t keep holding it, not when you’re bouncing like that,” he pleads, parting her hair to the other side and holding her face to pull her in for a kiss.
she eyes him up and down. “you’re gonna cum already?”
he snorts at the judgement in her tone, shaking his head. “no. no, I just have to pee.”
her eyes start to mischievously smile at him before her smirk even starts to form. he knows what that look means.
“you’re not going anywhere. I’m not letting you.”
clark sighs and trails nibbles and kisses up her collarbone, pleading. “what if I keep saying please? please, please, please…..” he suckles a little purple mark down her neck, trying to win his way. “please can I get up to go pee? thirty seconds and then I’m all yours again.”
“you’re already all mine,” she taunts, slowly inching her hips up before jolting him with a rough slam back down. clark’s moan is strangled, punched right out of him while she does it again, eyeing him with a sadistic stare. “so that’s not gonna work. you’re gonna stay right here, beneath me. where you belong. don’t you agree? don’t you belong right here, in me, underneath me?”
clark winces and rushed to nod, almost bumping his head and gulping the nerves that spun in his throat. “yes, yes. yeah I do. I know I do… I just can’t hold it if you—“
“I don’t mind.”
he watches with glassy eyes while she shrugs that it’s no big deal to her, resuming her pace like there wasn’t any interruption at all. clark is struck with a tight wave in his gut, the urge to let it all loose threatening him off the edge closer.
“oh gosh, oh gosh please… please I can’t — I can’t hold it for long, it’s gonna be such a mess….” he warns with a helpless plea for mercy. tugging her up by her hips to no avail, no giving in.
her nose brushes the tip of his nose when she leans in to get closer, face to face, eye to eye. with a stern grasp of his chin in one of her hands, she’s telling him with every ounce of her body language that she is not going to lose this fight.
“and I said no.”
now it’s his turn to claw at her shoulders, at her back. whimpering while she continues bouncing up and down without a care in the world for his full bladder and constant warnings.
“baby, baby it’s…. it’s close…. it’s gonna start coming out, you’re making it worse—just please let me—“
she doesn’t stop. she only goes faster. harsh slaps echo the more she moves, closing her eyes with her devilish smile while she feels his stomach jump beneath her palms. clark begs her to get off, begs her to allow him relief. she reminds him again if he gets up and leaves their bed to the toilets then she isn’t letting him back inside her.
clark is wide eyed and pitiful, little whines let out with each pump she throws down on his weight. “that’s… this isn’t fair, it isn’t fair, I need to—babe seriously—“
her hand is harsh as it snatches a grip over his mouth to muffle any more talking, telling him to shush while she swirls her pussy over him again, and again, and again.
“shh. you’re gonna lose your privilege to talk.”
clark stayed obediently silent for another few moments, squeezing her hip in an ever growing agony as she clenched down onto his dick while he was lodged in at the hilt. his eyes roll back and he swears he leaked a little bit of piss by accident.
“baby girl…. I’m sorry I didn’t go before we started…. if you’re really not gonna let me—“
“I said you’re not allowed to get up, and that if you do I won’t sit back down on this cock. I didn’t say you weren’t allowed to pee,” she corrects, leaning in to capture his lips again while he hums in her mouth and furrows his brows.
“what?”
“you say you have to pee, then pee.”
clark looks helpless and confused and in pain. he holds her stare with his timid look back, almost pouting while she tightens down on him again, speeding back up to her quick, hard pace. the way their skin wetly slaps together adds a loud echo, making clark unable to resist anymore when the gears in his body start to flush out anything he’s been trying hard to keep holding in.
he gasps on a particularly long, slow, deep thrust, accidentally squirting out another short spurt after his bladder threatens to let go.
“you’re, you’re really—you gotta be kidding— wait, stop, stop, stop.”
she doesn’t even react, still carefree taking everything she wants from him, unchanged from feeling the warm gush start to flow out of him and straight into her. clark hissed and apologizes profusely, stumbling over his words and his moans while piss splashes between them as she moves. it bursts through the floodgates of her walls and lands all over his groin on the way as it’s coming out, gushing in a clear, hot puddle. clark’s head is floating from finally having relief, but his cheeks and his neck turn so red from embarrassment it appeared like he’d been slapped.
“awww. does that feel better? you’re going so much. don’t hold it in, that’s it. let it all go.”
clark whimpers and bites onto her shoulder. “ah, ahhh I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby I’ll clean us up…. mmm I’m sorry, it feels so good… I can enjoy you now. I had to stay inside you, I couldn’t leave,” he pants, letting the last remnants spurt out until he’s fully empty and ready for his turn to fuck her like he’s wanted to all over these now piss soaked sheets.
“all better?” she breathes, still sliding herself up and down ever so gently on his piss covered cock. she ruffles his hair around and laughs at his dazed half-lidded look, like he’s blissed out from adrenaline.
“all better, so much better,” he gulps. kisses her shoulder where he’d left little bite marks, slowly easing his hips upwards off the bed to thrust into her, not paying the mess he made any mind. and she didn’t seem to either.
“you still wanna stop?” she teases, wiping some sweat off his forehead with the back of her hand. he sniffles and quickly shook his head in an adamant no, hugging her closer to his chest with his arms tangled up behind her back, pressing. “you were really begging me.”
“I know, I know,” clark rushed. he feels the warm, pleasant feeling of the wet sheet beneath their bodies, still felt the drops that lingered down both his and hers inner thighs. the grotesque, humiliating nature of the act itself of making him piss himself inside her somehow riled him up beyond belief. he wasn’t sure whether to run away and hide or to try to get himself to piss inside her again. “please keep going, can we? I’m better, I’m all better now. I swear.”
“so what have we learned?”
clark’s nervous blue eyes anxiously trail up and down her body and below right between where they are joined together, their sticky skin still damp from his mess. he takes a deep breath.
“I won’t ask to get up and leave you if I have to go again, I’ll stay right here. where I belong,” he shakily finished. hugs her tighter while she’s seated on top of him all the way, bowing his head down and shoving his moppy head of hair at her chest. “I’m sorry.”
“you did so well. don’t be embarrassed. we all have to sometimes. keep being my good boy like this. that’s perfect.”
. . .
I love begging pleading pissing clark so bad this request is perfection it’s been in my drafts way too long
mdni. sub-top vi with a dick. fem power-bottom reader. vaginal sex. breeding. p in v sex.
vi masterlist
word count: 1.5k
thinking about whiny girlcock vi, who has the most sensitive dick you’ve ever bared witness to. the two of you have been hooking up for months now and she might be the best sex you’ve ever had. her reactions are priceless too, especially when she first pops the head of her cock inside your hole and she looks like she’s ascended to heaven. you can always picture her blissed out face so clearly in your mind whenever you touch yourself.
her cock is girthy, so fat that you can’t even fit your entire hand around it, and when she’s inside you, you can feel her reach your bellybutton. plus, when she’s fucking into you, she moans as if she’s the one getting fucked. if anyone were to overhear, they’d assume those were your squeaky whimpers, the sounds of you begging.
sometimes you try to just lay back and relax, allow vi to ravage you with her cock, but then she’s breaking you out of your trance and asking if it feels good, if she’s doing it right—and you sigh because she’s so dependent on you, she needs you to tell her what to do. your pussy makes her feel dumb, it makes her brain melt out of her head.
currently, you’re in her lap, bouncing on her cock like she’s nothing more to you than a toy. you’re riding her with a maddeningly slow rhythm, just because you like the faces she makes when you do; like vi can’t decide if it feels good or if she’s going to cry out of frustration.
you whimper, clenching down hard on the thick shaft impaling you, feeling it pulse and throb inside your fluttering walls, feeling the heartbeat in the thick veins running up the sides. you grinds your hips down, taking vi as deep as she can go, loving the way that her fat cock-head kisses your cervix.
vi’s desperation is palpable, her hips twitching and jerking with the effort of holding still, of letting you set the pace. It's clear that she's absolutely dying to just grab your hips and rail into you with pathetic fervor, to fuck you through the goddamn mattress until you’re both a babbling, drooling mess. but she's trying so hard to be good, to let you use her like the fucktoy she is.
vi’s hips twitch with uncontrollable desperation against you and a sudden cry escapes her lips. “baby, fuuuck, please—just, just a little bit faster—ohh!”
“are you really going to—hmmff—going to make me tell you again, vi? stay still,” you say, grabbing her face firmly, cupping her chin so she’s forced to look up and see the disappointment in your eyes. then you lean in, capturing vi’s lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as you suck the air from her lungs. you bite at vi’s bottom lip, tugging on it with your teeth before soothing the sting with a kitten-lick of your tongue. she moans into your mouth, pulling you closer to her chest with frenzy of hands. “just make me come. okay, sweetheart? then we can, ahh, talk about what to do with you.”
vi chokes on a sob. her eyes, so blue, are staring at you pleadingly. “you’re so t-tight—unghhh! holy shit, i can’t, i can’t, i can’t,” she mindlessly babbles.
vi clearly doesn’t realize the strength in which she’s gripping onto your waist, because it’s hurting you, but right now you can’t even bring yourself to care enough. you’re consumed by the thought of her cock, excited to feel her come inside you, to stuff you full of her arousal. the pain at your waist stings pleasantly anyway, it makes your pussy clench around her cock harder and she gasps as if she’s been stabbed.
”shhh, i know it’s hard, baby. but you gotta—hnngh—hold it together for me, you gotta wait until i’m, ahh, ready to come. don’t you want to feel me come around your cock?”
vi’s chest is heaving and her face is flushed a deep, pretty candy-pink. she’s staring at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. she looks utterly debauched, completely lost in the feeling of your velvet heat squeezing her so fucking tight, but she nods obediently anyway. she’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
”mmm, you can take it,” you say encouragingly, rubbing circles on her rosy nipples. vi’s head falls back against your headboard, moaning like she’s been gutted. you know she’s going to have a sore throat after this because she hasn’t been quiet once.
”ughh, mmmff, yes—“ vi’s moans are raspy and urgent. her breaths come out in sharp, staccato gasps and her eyelids flutter as she struggles to keep them open.
you hum pleasantly, pleased to see that you’re making vi feel so good, like she’s on another astral plane. sex with her is always intimate and passionate, despite how cruel you can often be.
vi puckers her lips, tilting her chin up to capture your own in a slow, deep kiss. it’s a stark contrast to the frantic, desperate kisses you shared earlier. your tongue traces the seam of vi’s lips, coaxing them apart, and then you’re slipping inside to stroke along vi’s own tongue, tasting her, savoring her.
vi whimpers into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in your hair, holding you close as she loses herself in the sensual slide of your mouths. she can taste herself on your tongue from an hour ago, when you had her cock down your throat. the lingering flavor of her own arousal mixes with the unique taste that is purely you, and it makes her head spin with desire.
pulling away, you pepper kisses down her neck—vi is sensitive everywhere, not just her cock. you suck more bruises into her flesh, laving your tongue over older marks that are beginning to fade away.
vi gasps sharply. she’s always been a sucker for neck kisses.
then, despite your numerous warnings this entire time, vi’s cock starts swelling as her orgasm approaches faster. you can feel her skin buzzing and you’re about to give her a piece of your mind, to remind her that you haven’t come yet, until she starts thrusting her hips up into your with abandon. you bite your tongue, holding onto her broad shoulders for dear life. your breasts bounce right in her face.
”yes, yes—oh my god, yes!” you cry, and you’re close, you can feel electricity starting in your toes and making its way up your body.
vi’s back is arching off your headboard, her toes are curling in the sheets. her toned body withers beneath you, the muscles in her arms flexing as she starts to lose herself in the intense pleasure radiating from her core.
“fuck me, fuck me—nghhh, fuck me!” vi is chanting, then her words dissolve into a soundless scream of ecstasy as her climax crashes over her.
vi’s entire body tenses up; she feels like a rock beneath you—hard muscles and all. her cock erupts like a volcano inside your pussy, jet after jet of white-hot come filling your womb. she’s shamelessly painting your insides white and her eyes are rolled back in bliss, her tongue lolling out of her mouth like a dumb puppy. she’s completely lost in the throes of her orgasm; she’s dizzy with the pleasure wracking her body.
you have no choice but to clench down hard on vi’s spasming cock, milking it for her entire creamy load. you grind down hard on her twitching shaft, taking every last inch of it inside your pussy. you want to feel vi’s come sloshing around in your stuffed cunt, you want to be absolutely filled with her essence.
vi’s cock gives a few more feeble pulses inside your hot, clenching cunt before finally starting to soften, the thick shaft slumping heavily against your stuffed walls.
that’s when you begin to orgasm on her cock, while she’s sensitive and exhausted, and vi lets out a sob when she feels your pussy walls contracting around her. it’s her punishment for coming before you. and you redouble your efforts, slamming your hips down with a brutal, punishing force that has the headboard slamming against the wall.
“ohhh, vi—mmf! feels so good, babe,” you moan, rolling your hips fast and uncoordinated. you’re grinding down on her so hard that you can feel her heavy balls slap against your ass, the ones that emptied her thick load inside you.
vi grips onto your waist, trying to pull you off her cock with hazy eyes, but you shove her hands away until you’re completely satisfied. vi lets out a garbled moan, her eyes rolling back in her head. every time you roll your hips and drop them into her lap, it sounds like you’re jumping in a puddle of rain outside; because vi’s lap is completely drenched in your wetness, her fat loads of come are messily spilling out around her cock, too much to fit inside you—making the mess even worse.
“fuuck—unngh!” vi sobs.
when you’re done, you collapse against vi’s chest. she looks utterly ruined, completely fucked out and satisfied in a way that makes your heart clench with possessive pride. vi sits there, utterly boneless and spent.
Sorority Girl Daniela x nerd!masc!gp!reader || Non Idol Au
Summary — when you leave campus seeing Daniela storming past you crying, you comfort her. Never had you interacted too much before but you’ve always had a thing for her.
Contact warnings — no plot, smut, soft dom Daniela, love bombings, unprotected sex, comfort sex, mentions of cheating, reader is a gentlewoman, aftercare, soft and slow sex, creampie, big d reader, mommy kink, reader isn’t inexperienced but treats it like first time.
Authors Note — this was a pretty cool idea and honestly, there might be multiple parts to this, so thank you to the person who requested it. Hopefully you enjoy it! There will be a Manon fic next and then a Sophia one afterwards!!
@miniaturenachoo ; your request! :)
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It was a long day. Like, unnecessarily long.
Classes were hell and not only that, but you also hadn't gotten the chance to eat lunch earlier. You were so backed up on your main studies that you sometimes completely forgot you had other classes you took and definitely needed. Considering you were passing all of them, you guessed it was okay. Since classes were over and it was a Friday, that meant you could relax all day—until Monday unfortunately.
Looking at your phone and the time, it was 5:45 PM.
There wasn't much you liked to do on a Friday except relax, so that was your plan. Maybe rent a few bad movies, buy a shit ton of snacks and binge watch television. You were walking to your car, the sight alone being like a breath of fresh air. As you got up close to it, you stood there and placed your phone in your jacket pocket. You were now fishing for your keys, hearing the jingle as you dug into the pocket.
You went to pull your keys out but as you did, a loud sound erupted and caused you to jump—your keys falling to the ground. Your eyes trailed up to see the source—it was Daniela, who slammed the door open with almost all her strength. Daniela Avanzini, the sorority girl you have had a crush on for as long as you could remember. You can't even remember when the crush started, you just saw her and it developed.
It wasn't a shocker though because maybe ninety percent of the university had a crush on her. Almost every day when you walked the halls or sat in class, there'd be someone talking about how badly they wanted her. Unfortunately for you, you were amongst one of those people that did. But you've been classified as a nerd on multiple occasions and Daniela made it clear she only liked frat guys.
You weren't trying to stare at her, but when you noticed the angry strides she took, you couldn't help but wonder why. You've maybe spoken to Daniela a few times since you've attended college with her and it wasn't because you didn't want to, it was just the simple fact that you knew she would shut you down. In the past, you only talked because you were tasked to help her with assignments.
But this time, you wanted to see what was wrong.
Because now that you see her, you saw the tears streaming down her face too—the mascara darkening her cheeks slighty.
You were afraid to say anything to her honestly, but you were also too caring. Maybe a little nosey when it came to her.
You picked your keys up and called out, "Hey Daniela," her head turning to you slightly but continuing on her way. You didn't want to seem creepy, but you started jogging up to her, seeing her not speeding up but continuing on her way, "Daniela, wait!" You watched her slow down slightly, letting you finally catch up as you adjusted your bag on your back, trying not to let it fall while you trailed behind her.
She wasn’t looking at you, “what do you want?” Her voice came out almost harsh, like she didn’t want to be bothered and honestly—she clearly didn’t. But you just wanted to delusionally comfort her in your own way, and she possibly knew that.
"Hey, sorry to bother you but uh..."
"Then why are you bothering me?" She asked, still not taking a single glance at you.
You chuckled awkwardly, "that's a fair point but I couldn't help but notice you're clearly pissed off and..." you were walking so fast trying to keep up that you were bumping into a lot of objects in your way, "and I was just trying to see what was wrong if that's not a weird thing to do." That finally got her to stop, you almost fumbling over your own two feet to turn to her, now completely seeing her face.
Oh, she was hurt by something.
You almost never seen her unhappy let alone cry.
Her arms folded over her chest; her purse being sandwiched between her forearm and her chest. Her head tilted slightly, "why the hell do you care? I didn't ask you to come check up on me." She was very upset so you could understand how she felt.
You nodded and licked your lips nervously, pulling your bag strap firmly on your arm to keep yourself steady. "I uh-I don't know. I just saw you crying and clearly upset so I kind of just wanted to make sure you were okay." She stared at you hard, holding your gaze deeply which caused you to swallow nervously.
Her head tilted upward questionably, "why?" She asked, almost a whisper.
You could hardly continue, your lips quivering trying to spit anything out. Her eyebrow raised, waiting for you to continue, "just because you're always happy and in a good mood and I guess I was just a little concerned, that's all." You explained it softly, Daniela staring at you like you just said the dumbest thing ever. She was very unreadable, and her stare was so predatory it had you almost walking away.
"Are you okay?" You asked her after she didn't reply, still not getting a reply from her. It's like she wanted to say something but at the same time, you two didn't really know each other. You literally only occasionally spoke a few times and if she was being honest, you're very nice to her. She didn't have a reason to be mean to you and she knew that but at the same time, she was just upset for her own reasons.
You swallowed and reached a hand out, not touching her, just trying to keep her attention. "Look I can see you're headed in the direction of the sorority house," you informed her, "and I know your boyfriend usually takes you there but considering he's not here right now and you're upset, I'm sure you were going to walk there." You weren't trying to offend her, but when you said boyfriend she looked more upset.
"Bye, ____," she said, going to resume walking.
"No no no, Daniela wait," you gently caught her wrist and this time, she stopped and didn't look annoyed, "I was just going to ask you if you wanted a ride there? I know by car it's like fifteen minutes from here and on foot it would be way longer," she seemed to soften at that which caused you to let her wrist go, "I can take you back there, if you need me to." You offered, seeing her eyes trailing from your feet and back to your face.
She stared at you for a moment, seeing the hopeful look in your eyes. You weren't trying to be weird but at the same time you knew you wouldn't feel right letting her walk back when it would be dark before she even got back. Daniela knew she didn't really want to walk back home, especially since it was also cold too and of course getting dark soon as well. She sighed and nodded, "okay. Yeah."
You let out a breath that you weren't aware that you were holding. You smiled at her, and just for comfort, you reached your hand out and she surprisingly took it. She instantly felt like her entire body relaxed. Not only was your hand super soft, but you were very warm and soothing but not only that, you were just extremely sweet. Daniela felt like she was about to melt from being treated so nicely after what just happened.
When you got to your car, you clicked the unlock button twice to unlock all the doors. You guided her to the passenger side and opened the door for her, watching how she almost elegantly entered your car and let your hand go. You waited for her to pull her legs inside before you softly closed the door behind her with a soft thud. Your heart was basically beating out of your chest; did you really just get the Daniela Avanzini in your car?
Yes, you did.
You opened the backdoor and put your bookbag in it.
After, you walked to your side and pulled the door open, taking your seat as you sat in the driver side and shut the door once you were situated. The sound of the doors locking automatically made the situation even more real, but the sound of her putting on her seatbelt made it almost way too real. You did the same and then turned your car on, the sound of the of your music coming on; being soft and very low.
You turned the heat up just slightly on her side, just to make sure she was warm. "Is that okay?" You asked her, seeing her only nodding which made you do the same. You looked at her again for a second, seeing the still ruined mascara on her face. You reached over her, her eyes following as you pulled open your glove compartment. You had tissues in there, paper towels for when you ate in your car during lunch.
You pulled some paper towels out, "here you go." You softly offered, Daniela eyes looking at yours before she took it.
It was nice interacting with her, but you were still curious why she was crying in the first place. You reversed out of the parking lot and began on your way. You've driven past the sorority house before because it was on the way to your off-campus apartment. The sound of the soft music mingled with the soft hum of your car was soothing. There wasn't as much traffic luckily for you two.
It was really silent and you didn't want to get in her business, but you also didn't want her to be uncomfortable or anything. You coughed softly to get her attention which you did, "you hungry? We can get some food before I drop you off, if you want to?" You didn't know it, but you were for sure having an effect on her. What kind of effect, she wasn't quite sure, but it felt so nice to be talked to so sweetly.
You were showing nothing but genuine care and if Daniela was being honest, that had her feeling less sad. She nodded, "I wouldn't mind getting food. Shake shack, if that's cool." She replied, her eyes turning from looking out the window to now staring forward. You just nodded a couple times, of course that was okay. You actually enjoyed food from there too and if she liked it, then that was definitely nice in a way.
You swallowed before asking her, "may I ask you why you were crying? I legit don't think I've ever seen you sad before."
She didn't answer for a second, you almost regretting asking before you stopped at a stop sign. You saw the flash of her phone screen from your right and when you turned your head, you saw she was showing you a text conversation. It was one of those, "Hey girlie," messages. You nodded, reading the long paragraph from a woman that she didn't know. She was explaining how her and Daniela's boyfriend had been hooking up for a while.
Daniela pulled the phone back and scrolled, turning the phone to you and showing you a picture of her boyfriend and clearly another woman kissing. You didn't know what to say because how could anyone cheat on someone as beautiful as her? Maybe it was an insecurity that he had or he's just a plain ole cheater. You watched her face carefully, seeing how she seemed to be more and more upset at the sight.
Daniela let out a sigh, "I already figured he was doing something behind my back," she said, "I just hate how men will come back to you after knowing they have someone else. It literally pisses me off so bad." She pulled her phone back, turning the screen off and placing it in her purse. You had almost forgot you were at a stop sign; too entranced in what she was telling you.
You nodded once and then a few more times before turning back to the road and proceeding to drive. "Well, it's definitely his loss, Daniela," you told her and caught her attention, "because in the end, the one who is unfaithful always loses. They'll realize that nothing and no one will make them happy, so they will end up just being alone." You didn't see it, but she smiled softly at that. "And you win by not going back. By realizing-you are most certainly the prize."
She tried to contain her smile, but you caught it and it came out, "I'm not going back at all. He's been texting me, but I already gave up on that. This isn't the first time he's made me feel like shit." You hummed questionably, waiting for her to continue, "when we're out, he looks at other women so fucking hard like I kid you not ____, he would break his neck to look at another woman walk by."
You scoffed, "what the fuck?" You asked, "so you're telling me that he has a ten out of ten girlfriend who looks like a super model and he still wants the attention of other women?" You looked at her for a second and saw her nod, causing you to shake your head, "I think men are the dumbest creatures to ever exist because what do you mean you can live with the fact that you fumbled someone this beautiful? Come on!"
That actually made her laugh, the sound catching your ears in the most beautiful way. You smiled to yourself before saying, "I'm serious Daniela. He has to be the dumbest person alive to fumble you. Like there's so many people on campus that wants you and he fumbled so fucking hard. Like that's actually so crazy to me." You insinuated every word with a small tap on your steering wheel.
Daniela sat up straighter in her seat, "that's how men are, unfortunately. They will never be satisfied with just one woman."
"And I mean never, they're so unbearable," you said, both of you chuckling before a soft and charming silence overtook you.
She would occasionally take glances at you, realizing just how soft and sweet you were. The times you had spoken, you were always so nice to her. You were one of the few people that didn't try to impress her or try to get in her pants just because. You were so respectful no matter what and now that she's thinking on it, she's wondering why she had never tried to form a friendship with you. You seemed like a genuine person.
There are definite signs in people that shows that they're just straight assholes, but you for sure weren't. She could look at you from a mile away and can tell you had a pure heart. She knawed on her bottom lip softly, trying to distract her thoughts. Being at this close proximity to you, she could really pick up on your personality. Your clothes were always clean; your car was clean and smelled great.
Small things about you she noticed. And it wasn't because she was overanalyzing you, she was just able to get a good look at you now that she was technically hanging with you. Your whole demeanor was fairly... attractive. She didn't know how to explain it because she wasn't even attracted to nerds. You were, however, very attractive. She looked ahead again, letting the soft music take over her mind.
After you got you both some food, you were on the way to take her home to her sorority house. She hadn't started eating her food yet and neither have you.
"____." Daniela called, gaining your attention as you hummed, "I don't really want to go back to the sorority house." She said.
You eyed her and asked, "oh, why?"
She shrugged, "they're throwing a party there at eight," she explained, "and I really don't want to be around that shit right now."
"I understand," you didn't want to seem weird, but you had to ask, "well, do you want to-I don't know maybe come over?" She looked at you from the side, "I mean, that is if you want. I live off campus and have an extra bedroom if you want to come over for the night."
She stared blankly at you for a second before nodding, "yeah. That sounds fine."
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You and Daniela were now standing in front of your apartment door, and she was holding your food as you fished out your keys from within your pocket. You unlocked your door and pushed it open, flipping the light on and letting Daniela in. She walked in without hesitation, you closing the door behind you before locking it. You walked to her and ushered her to the living room, "we can eat in here. I'll put a movie on."
You watched her walk into your living room, the strides she took being almost hypnotic. You took your hoodie off and placed it on the back of your couch, now only being in a plain t-shirt and jeans after kicking your sneakers off as well. She took a seat and placed the food on your coffee table, but you missed the way she was staring at you. You didn't turn a main light on, only a corner lamp that was bright enough to light up the room.
She was impressed with how clean it was, cozy, warm and so comforting. You walked over to her and grabbed the television remote that was sitting on the coffee table, just before you turned it on. You scrolled through channels, "anything you want to watch, Daniela?" You asked her without looking at her, hearing her take a bite of a crunchy french fry.
"Anything is fine." She replied.
You flicked through channel after channel until you came across a movie, one that you didn't recognize but it was in the genre of a romance and drama. She hummed approvingly and you decided to take your seat next to her. She was looking at the television when you looked at her. "You can take your shoes off if you want, Daniela. Make yourself at home, I definitely don't mind at all."
You watched her reach down for the shoes on her feet, and you're just now realizing how nice her outfit was. Every time she wore a skirt with a short top and a jacket accompanied by a nice set of heels, it genuinely always took your breath away. It wasn't on purpose, but you watched her slip the heels off and then came her jacket, your eyes trailing away from her so you wouldn't stare too long at her.
She knew you were looking; she saw the way you swallowed thickly and was facing the tv awkwardly. Daniela didn't think too much of it though, because she thought it was cute. Not to have a cocky mindset or anything, but she was aware of how gorgeous she was. There hasn't been a day in her life where she thought otherwise, but seeing you being all flustered and trying to contain your composure was adorable.
You both ate your food in a silence that didn't make either of you uncomfortable. It was hard trying to keep your gaze on the movie because not only did you have a crush on Daniela but having her in your apartment sitting next to you, on your couch, looking as beautiful as ever had your heart racing. It felt unreal, but the fact that you were able to calm her down from what happened made it real.
You had finished your food first and after she finished hers, you had taken both of your trash and threw them away; bringing over some hand sanitizer for her. She thanked you with the most genuine smile, making your heart flutter so sweetly. If you weren't such an overthinker, you would tell her about your crush. Unfortunately for you, your heart would not be able to handle rejection from her.
"____," she called out, your head turning to see her already looking at you, "where's your bathroom? My makeup needs a touch up." She chuckled softly, you doing the same.
You pointed to your dimly lit hallway, "it's the second door on the left. Take all the time you need."
Daniela stood up and grabbed her purse, walking past you in the most gorgeous way. You were trying to look, but she was so beautiful that your eyes couldn't help but stare. You could smell the sweet perfume that she wore when she walked past you; it felt like you were going to faint from that alone. You watched her disappear down the hallway, the sound of your bathroom door opening and then closing softly.
You let out a deep breath, trying to regain the little sanity that you had left. You were very grateful that her now ex did cheat on her and as messed up as it sounds, you were happy it got you in this situation. You didn't know her ex personally, but you knew he was a frat boy meaning he was around women all the time. Daniela was a sorority girl, but you knew she was all about him, unfortunately.
That caused her to be blind of his actions because anyone could look at him and tell he wasn't a faithful guy. It's not like you were paying any attention to him but when you saw her with him sometimes, you could tell he clearly didn't like her. It's like he was only with her the reputation of being one of the most popular frat guys in the entire school, and was dating the most popular sorority girl as well.
Then again, it was none of your business. Your crush for Daniela wasn't exactly clear because you've never shown it. Hopefully you weren't giving off signs that you did have a crush on her because you did not want her to feel weird with you. Considering she hasn't demanded you take her home yet, you're guessing she didn't. She seemed really comfortable around you, and you were happy for that.
After about ten minutes, Daniela came out of your bathroom. You sat up and saw her face and honestly, you couldn't believe how ethereal she managed to look. She only touched up her makeup, and she still managed to make that look gorgeous. This time when she walked past you. she turned her backside slightly in your direction where her ass was basically in your face.
You were so flustered and she could tell. The way you awkwardly looked away from her and to the way your hands fidgeted from in between your thighs. She was satisfied with how effective small things she did affect you. You were actually more attractive when you tried your hardest to not show how flushed you were. Not even just cute nor adorable, you were downright attractive. Very attractive.
Daniela was curious now. Have you ever been in a relationship before? You were so levelheaded and focused all the time, so she assumed you didn't have the time. She has never seen you anywhere outside of campus or in class, so she assumed after classes you would just come straight home. There was nothing wrong with that at all and if anything, it made you even hotter than you already were.
"____," she called, your eyes landing on her seeing how she had one leg over top of her other, "can I ask you something?"
You nodded your head, "sure, what's up?" You asked, turning to her slightly so she could know you had her full attention. You didn't miss the way she swallowed thickly, like she didn't want to ask whatever was on her mind.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked you, seeing how the question clearly caught you off guard.
You shook your head, "no I don't. May I ask why'd you ask?"
She stared at you for a moment, and you didn't miss when she slid closer to you just a fraction. "I don't know what I'm doing or thinking but," her voice trailed off for a second, "I'm just curious if you've ever had sex before?"
You chuckled awkwardly, trying your hardest to figure out where that came from. "I have, yeah. Not recently, but I've been intimate with someone before."
Daniela hummed, just before she looked up at you, "I guess I asked because for some reason," she started, slowly sliding closer to you just a little more, "this night alone is making me feel more than my ex has ever made me feel in the past." She said, watching your face for any discomfort, "and I guess with the way you're acting with me right now has me feeling some kind of way."
Your breath hitched hard when her thigh was pressed firmly against your very own, your eyes never leaving her face. She leaned closer to you which out of nerves, made you lean back just a fraction. You weren't sure what she was trying to do, but your mind could understand what she was implying. It had your heart hammering inside your chest, the sound meeting your ears.
One of her hands went to your thighs, ghosting over it before she grasped it firmly and rubbed it softly. Daniela leaned closer to you, her lips being close to your face. She smiled slightly, "I don't know where this feeling came from, but I want you so bad," her lips got closer to you, a soft chuckle escaping her from your reaction, "when I was in the bathroom just now, I couldn't stop thinking about this."
A giant shiver shook through your body, your hands shaking slightly when you reached up and grasped her arms to stop her. She pulled back and looked at you, seeing how you closed your eyes briefly with your tongue swiping over you bottom lip. "Daniela, I understand what you just went through and I know it must be hurtful. But I really don't want to be your stress relief or rebound. As much as I—"
"As much as you what, ____?" She asked, her voice low and seductive which caused a chill to go up your body, "as much as you clearly want to fuck me?" She asked boldly, her hand going up to cup your jaw and pull your attention towards her. "I don't care about what my ex did. And don't try to act like you haven't been eye fucking me ever since we been at this school. You think I didn't notice when we did work together?"
You swallowed harshly, "I—I can admit I may have looked at you inappropriately before and I apologize for that," she stared you dead in the eyes as you spoke, "and I may have a crush on you but at the same time, I don't want to be a quick hook up for you as revenge for him." Your eyes looked away nervously, the closeness and eye contact that she held being so nerve wrecking.
She smiled at you, "I kind of figured you had a crush on me." She gently pulled your face closer to hers just before she wrapped her free arm around your back, having you pressed firmly against her. "And if I'm being honest, I always found you to be so cute," her lips ghosted over yours, your eyes trained on her beautiful face. "Tell me I'm wrong, ____. Tell me you never wondered what it would be like to fuck me?"
Your mouth hung open slightly, Daniela finding you to be so cute. She leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to the corner of your mouth, feeling you shiver at the contact. Her hand left your face and the other one moved from your back before she grasped both of your forearms; feeling the tension in them. She rubbed them soothingly, "don't worry about my ex baby, I know you want to fuck me. Come on, ____."
You were stuck on the fact that she had kissed you and touched you in such a way that had you shaking now. "Dani—Daniela I—yeah, I mean yeah I've thought about it in the past, but I respected your relationship and let those thoughts go." You confessed almost under your breath, but she heard you clearly. You being so flustered had her so turned on; she could feel a pulse in her clit slightly.
You saw how her legs clenched together, the feeling of her nails trailing up and down your forearms making you gulp. "And what about now? You still want to? Because I want you to."
The Daniela Avanzini wanted you? She wanted you to have sex with her and with you having the biggest crush on her, your mind was telling you to just do it. "If we do this—what would it mean to you?" You asked, Daniela being in awe with how serious this was to you, "Because I've never hooked up with anyone before. I don't want it to be a one night stand Daniela, I want us to be something if we have sex.”
Daniela stared at you for a moment, finding it adorable with how you were. You were just the type of person who never did one night stands; only sleeping with someone if you had a deep connection with them. At the same time, Daniela is your crush and out of respect for yourself—you didn’t know if this was the right thing to do. She was so close to you and the fact that she was touching you, kissing you, had you hardening in your pants.
“We could be something,” she murmured, her hands slowly trailing to your shoulders and caressing them, “maybe friends with benefits or something.”
You shook your head, “I’ve never done that either. I just—I can’t do one night stands, Daniela. I just can’t.”
Her finger went to your lips, “shh, we don’t have to. This isn’t about revenge or making you a stress relief. We can start off slow, if you want. If you don’t want anyone to know about this,” she removed her finger and placed a slow and savory kiss to your lips, “I don’t kiss and tell. We can keep it between us, start off slow, and see where this goes. That sounds better?” She asked.
With a hesitant nod you said, “okay. Yeah, okay that’s fine.” You stopped her again before she could kiss you like she planned, "Daniela. I don't really have any protection or anything like that. Also... I don't want you to regret doing this. Just please tell me you won't forget about me tomorrow, after all this."
Aw.
How cute.
You were really serious about this and it shows.
She reached up and took a hold of the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to hers until your lips melted perfectly together. Daniela could feel how your lips trembled; letting her bottom lip go over yours which caused you to open your mouth slightly. She instantly slipped her tongue inside, the slight taste of mint mingling with your own saliva as she slid hers firmly across yours.
Your body locked up once she swung a leg over your lap without breaking the kiss. Her free hand went to grab one of yours, taking it and placing it on her ass; your palm instantly going to firmly cup the soft flesh of it. She moaned into your mouth, grounding her hips with yours to feel the obvious bulge straining behind the fabric. Daniela's tongue was everywhere, making you gasp when she sucked harshly on yours.
You placed your other hand on her ass, softly kneading the flesh and helping her grind back and forth against you. You groaned in your throat, a husky sound that had Daniela's hands going down your body and taking a hold of the edges of your shirt. She was so eager for your skin against her very own; you could hear it in the shaky whimpers she let out. You were getting more confident by the minute.
The fact that your crush wanted you so badly and now she's in your lap, grinding against you and devouring your mouth was mind boggling. She held onto the hem of your shirt, balling the fabric up in her hands as she stopped so she could continue making out with you. The kiss was so sloppy, her tongue and yours causing saliva to slip around your mouths the more and more she took control over you.
It was almost overwhelming, and Daniela made sure to grind her hips extra slowly and filthy against your cock. She could feel you throb and twitch with every movement, her hips delivering a filthy circle that made your body jerk. She smiled against you before she pulled away, seeing your face as your breathing came out labored. Yours and her lips were overly wet, and her biting her bottom lip was so sexy.
Her eyes were hooded over, hazy and lustful. She sighed approvingly, "____, don't freak out too much. I'm on the pill, baby," she reassured you, her hand going to your cheek to caress the skin there, "I don't do one night stands either, so I won't forget you." She slid off your lap slowly, letting one of hands go to yours as she pulled you up, "Come on. Take me to bed, amor."
You were more nervous now that this was happening, but you slowly guided her to your bedroom that was dimly lit by a illuminated lava lamp. Your hand went to turn the light on, but Daniela stopped you, causing you to turn to her only to see the most sexy smirk ever. “Don’t. The red sets the mood, come on.” She muttered, not even giving you the chance before she had you backing up to your bed.
You stood near the edge once she released you to go to the skimpy top she had on, her fingers gracing it before she pulled it off so slowly. You couldn’t look away and she loved that, hearing your breath hitch from where she stood. She was wearing a dark strapless bra that shaped her breasts almost too well and when she tossed the top to the side, Daniela grasped the edges of her skirt in such a teasing way.
She shimmied her way out of the skirt, her panties matching her bra so beautifully. You shuddered at the sight. She eyed you so intently, not bothering to remove anymore fabric until she gestured to you with a wave of her finger, ordering you to come over. When you hesitated, she could only chuckle, “don’t be shy, baby. Come here.” Her voice affected you so heavily.
Your entire body felt so heavy but you moved anyway, not quite sure what to do when you got in front of her. She was way too beautiful; such a goddess that somehow took an attraction to you even when your looks wasn’t what she’d typically go for. But she knew what to do for you, letting her hands reach out and grab a hold of the edge of your shirt; watching your face for any discomfort.
But you weren’t afraid. You were just nervous. It wasn’t your first time at all but with your crush of so long, you jest wanted to be perfect for her. Her hands slowly pulled the fabric up and over your head, discarding the shirt and tossing it to the side. “Daniela—you’re so beautiful…” She only smiled at you before her hand spread across your chest to push you back until the back of your knees hit the bed.
Daniela took a hold of your chin; letting her manicured nails graze the sides of your face before she pulled you into a deep and slow kiss. It was almost too sensual that you completely forgot how you ended up here. When she pulled away, she stared you deeply in the eyes; not once letting you think she didn’t want this. “Call me Dani, baby. Enough with the Daniela.” She muttered to you.
Her hands went to your shoulders before trailing towards your collar bones, tracing them and skimming over to your abdomen. She let her fingers caress the skin there, letting her touch rake a shiver throughout your body. “Dani…” you whispered, causing her to smile down at you. Your eyes were still full of disbelief, and she could tell by the way your hands shook slightly in your lap.
“Relax, ____,” her voice came out soft, just before she titled her head towards your headboard, “on your back, up there.” You slid back almost too quickly, hearing the chuckle from Daniela before she stopped you briefly; her hands on your pants to pull them down as you slid up the bed. She stared at your underwear once she got your pants off, seeing the obvious huge bulge in them. “Fuck…” She sighed.
Once you were settled against the headboard, you watched her reach for the back of her bra and unclasp it. Your breathing got even more labored seeing her practically naked—basically nude completely. All she had on was her underwear that clung snuggly against her lower regions. She pressed one knee into your bed, her hands following as she crawled up to you in such a predatory way.
Daniela didn’t waste any time before she climbed back over top of you, settling down in your lap and making sure she pressed her covered pussy against your covered cock. She shuddered once she settled on top of you, your eyes closing briefly to try and relax yourself. But she wasn’t having that; her hand going to your hair and craning your neck up to expose the left side of your throat.
You winced slightly, “I like rough and slow sex, ____,” she leaned forward to your ear and placed a kiss against the space underneath it, “and I really like to dominate. I’ve never done it before but you’ll let me right, baby? Say you’ll let me.” You’ve never really been dominated before, always being a sweet and gentlewoman when it came to sex. You only nodded frantically, causing Daniela’s grip to tighten in your hair, “no baby, I want to hear you say it.”
You swallowed thickly, “ye—yeah, Dani. I’ll let you dominate me…” your voice trailed off slightly, trying your hardest to hold onto the little composure you had left.
She smiled into your neck, “good girl,” she purred, her hand letting go of your hair before she took a hold of both of your hands and placed them on her bare ass. It felt so much more soft, so delicate and comforting. “I also like to be called Mommy. Think you can call me that, amor? I want to hear you say that too.”
Her hand snaked up to your throat, not squeezing but tight enough to let you know she was here. You whimpered, “yes I can—Mommy.” You stuttered it out shakily, but she was satisfied with that.
Daniela let go of your throat before she raised her hips just slightly, her eyes being on yours before they trailed down lower. You watched her gaze, following once you felt her hand go over your bulge. She didn’t tease you at all, pulling the fabric up and over your cock, her mouth practically watering as she watched it bob up and against your stomach; a little bit of pre cum flicking from the movement.
She took a hold of it, slowly stroking you from base to tip and smiling as she heard the harsh breath you let out. She held you tightly for a moment so she could reach underneath herself and hook a finger in the band of her panties. She pulled the fabric aside, your eyes watching the way her slick stuck to the panties. Her clit peaked out from between her lips, showing just how aroused she was.
Daniela took a second once she realized just how big you were. Thick and long in all the right places that could hit every spot she needed it to. You watched her intently, the Latina pushing your tip flush with her clit to rub it tenderly. Her eyes closed briefly, a soft sigh leaving her the more she rubbed you against her. She was using her juices to slick your cock up, dragging it nice and slow until it pressed against her entrance.
This was really happening, and you knew you couldn't back out.
You didn't want to.
With a precise angel of your cock, Daniela guided you gently into her drenched pussy that clenched as you entered. She gasped softly, only now realizing just how much you were turning her on. She removed her hand once the tip was firm inside of her, your hands squeezing tightly onto her plush ass; your eyes shutting closed. In an instant, Daniela's hand grabbed harshly at your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.
"No baby," she cooed with a shake of her head, "keep those eyes on Mommy, understand?" You couldn't even reply as she quickly took you in completely. It burned so perfectly for her, the stretch being so delightful that it had her clenching down on you. Your breathing was ragged, Daniela's eyes taking in your face; watching you clearly struggling with how tightly her walls were gripping onto your cock.
She smiled at the way your lip quivered, not wasting another second before she lifted her hips slowly only to drop down with such deadly vigor. You practically cried out, Daniela moaning before she set a steady and deep pace. Her ass made a filthy pap sound every time she dropped down onto your cock. You wanted to stare at her, but your eyes trailed towards the way your cock opened her up.
It was stretching her so well, and by the way she moaned on top of you confirmed that. Her hand went to your collarbone before she trailed it to your throat, snaking around the back and taking a gentle hold of your hair. Daniela angled your head up to meet her eyes. She tilted her head to the side, her hair hanging so beautifully. She took you in so slowly, flushing her hips with yours to circle her hips so deep and slowly.
Your hands transitioned from her ass and to her hips. You helped guide her movements, "fuck, Mommy..." your voice whimpered, your hips staring to rut up into hers. Her hold in your hair tightened, the feel of her pulling your face close to hers before she pressed her lips deeply into yours. She moaned at the taste of you, one of your arms encircling around her back to hold her almost impossibly closer.
She took the position as a sign to fuck herself onto you harder, her walls delicately dragging every thick vein your cock possessed. She made sure to purposely clench around you every time, your balls being flush with her ass every time she dragged her hips back and forth. Daniela's tongue fought hard with yours; though you were losing big time with the way your cock was already oversentive.
You could feel the way thick globs of precum foamed at your tip but getting lost in the slick Daniela produced. It was the most sensual, slow, and deep moment of intimacy you've ever had. Daniela took you harshly but gently at the same time; and the pace she sent was so foreign and deep that she managed to have her clit rubbing against your pelvis. You touched her everywhere, almost getting completely lost in the feeling.
Daniela's tongue slipped from your mouth, the Latina pulling away with a loud moan of your name. She wrapped her arms around your neck and placed her head in the crook of it. You shivered at the feeling of her lips attaching to the skin there, Daniela instantly suctioning them on a section of your skin. Your hips faltered at the feeling, but it only caused her to slam down harder with the loudest imapact.
"Fuck, mommy..."
"Feels good baby?" She laughed softly into your throat, smiling against it when she heard you struggling to answer her. She went to bouncing on your cock, making sure to only leave an inch between you so you could feel the way her walls tugged you deeper into her. You wrapped both of your arms around her, Daniela whimpering softly at the feeling of being held. You were so gentle even when being dominated.
Your hands were holding onto her tightly, the grip letting her know just how close you were. She pulled off of your throat with a lewd pop, a string of saliva breaking off when she pulled back completely. Daniela placed both hands on your shoulders; her eyes being transfixed on your face. Your mouth hung open slightly, the feeling of her pussy contracting with every bounce almost being too much.
"You gonna cum for me, baby?" She smuggly asked.
You nodded your head frantically, "yes Mommy, fuck... so close baby," she left one hand on your shoulder, the other going to your throat to squeeze lightly. Her hips grounded with yours, moving them in fast yet deep circles that had your eyes rolling back into the back of your head. She enjoyed watching you practically break underneath her. Her hold on your throat tightened, her thumb pressing against the fresh hickey she marked in your neck.
"I bet you are close baby," she could feel the twitch of your cock every time she dragged her hips forward into yours. You shuddered, your grip around her body tightening. Your eyes shut tightly but this time she didn't mind it. Daniela loved the way your cock stirred her insides, the thick tip pounding into the deepest parts of her. It rubbed against her cervix just right, the sensation causing her eyes to roll.
You whimpered against her, "look at you, ____," she moaned deeply, her hips picking up the pace to usher you there faster, "fuck, you fill me up so well baby." Daniela's voice came out very shaky, "you love this pussy don't you, amor?" Your whimpering told her all she needed to know, and she was in awe watching your fucked out expression. Her hold on your throat only tightened the closer you got to your end.
Your hands dropped down to her ass to rut yourself inside her, "yes baby, fuck!" Daniela shouted into the air, your hips going to pound up into her. You were right there and Daniela fucked herself down onto your cock when you fucked up into her. Her hand cut off your airflow, making your hips cease again whilst she plummeted onto your cock. "Come on baby, fucking cum inside me—fuck! Come on baby, shit!"
Her begging voice was all you needed before you felt that thick and euphoric surge of cum shoot against her cervix. Daniela released your throat and pulled you flush against her chest, "fu—fuck, Dani..." She dragged her hips harshly against your own, over intensifying and prolonging your orgasm. Daniela's hands went to your back, scrapping at the skin to mark it up in a deep red from breaking the skin.
She held you close to her, making sure her hips continued their onslaught to have you whimpering beautifully underneath her. She pulled you back and pressed your back against the headboard, making sure her grinds were harsh and deliberate so she could watch you twitch. “There you go baby, fuck you’re so sexy.” She loved watching your body jerk, your eyes being unable to stay open now.
Daniela slowed just a bit so she could ask, “can you go again? Gotta make me cum if you want me to keep talking to you.” Your breath hitched before your eyes opened, Daniela smirking at you before she decided to lift herself off of you so suddenly. The lost of connectivity made you let out a husky groan, watching how she got onto hands and knees before you. She wiggled her ass at you and turned her head, “come fuck me. Make it hurt too.”
You were still sensitive but you sat up and took a hold of your cock, it only being semi hard now. You stroked it and took one of her ass cheeks in your hand, kneading it slowly before you angled your tip to her anticipating hole. She arched her back for you, sighing satisfactorily once you settled into her; instantly flushing your hips with her. You leaned over her, your breath fanning the nape of her neck just before she moved her hair out of the way.
It was so sensual once you drew your hips back, slowly pushing back in so she could feel every inch. Daniela pushed back against you, meeting your slow thrust that had her mind hazy. Your chest was pressed firmly against her back; the Latina biting her bottom lip at the feeling of you hitting every sensitive spot just right. Your body caged hers in, your hands going over top of hers.
Fuck.
You didn’t know what you were doing to her.
Your fingers lacing with her had her on the edge already.
You pushed in deeply once, Daniela’s body jerking forward at the deep press it sent. You held yourself there, lowering your head to her neck before you started peppering her in kisses. Her pussy was so tight around you, the wetness feeling like it was trying to push you out yet her walls continuously sucked you in. The feeling was everything and you wanted her to come. Badly.
You flushed your hips with her and thrusted the blunt head of your cock against that spongy spot inside her. That feeling made her fall over onto her chest, looking as if she was trying to squirm away from you. Her body was pressed into the mattress and you followed her, “____! Fuck—fuck you’re—it feels so good, baby—fuuuck!” Your hips were flush with her ass, pulling out just a little to thrust in harshly.
Her ass shook every time you plunged inside of her, a nice ripple being the result of that. Your grip on her hands stayed firm to keep her in place, you deciding that you wanted to pick up the pace and fuck her properly. Daniela’s back arched deeply, giving you a better angle to smother her cervix with an onslaught of heavy thrusts.
Her eyes were sealed shut, that dominance she had earlier completely going away and submitting completely to you. Never did you think you’d have your crush underneath you like this, begging for you and moaning out your name like a symphony. You drove your hips into her faster, pitching a slightly different angle so your balls could impact her clit.
Daniela’s body shook with every thrust, never having felt like this with any one in her life. You hit her spot every time with no fail and you loved the sight of her scrunched up face when you pounded into her. “Daniela,” you moaned, only whimpers leaving her, “you feel so good, baby. Fuck—I don’t think I can get enough of you.” Your voice alone was driving her insane, and you could tell by the way she tightened.
You weren’t cocky, you were genuine with it all and it showed extremely well. You grounded your hips with her, letting your balls massage against her clit to give her that stimulation she needed. The thick wet sounds your cock made inside her pussy was music to your ears, alongside the sight of her squirming against your thick cock. Fuck—this was everything you needed. Everything.
You released her hands and took a hold of her hips, pulling her against you when you fucked down into her. She scrambled against your mattress, one hand reaching back to hold onto you. Instead, you grabbed it and placed it firmly against her back so you could keep the momentum going. You were close again already too, and you wanted to orgasm with her.
With the way her walls spasmed violently around you, you knew she was extremely close. Your eyes shut to bask in the feeling, “fuck you’re gonna make me cum—baby oh fuck!” Your hips slammed into her now, ramming right into her g spot that tried sucking you into her deeper. You removed your hand from her hip and leaned over her, also releasing her hand that gripped the bed tightly.
Your chest pressed firmly against her back, your hips fucking upward into her. Daniela let out a broken moan that was mixed with a sob, feeling your arms wrap around her so you could slowly thrust as deep as you could over and over again. Her body started to shake, her mouth hung open in a silent scream before her entire body locked up against yours.
“Fu—fuck!” Her voice reached a pitch you didn’t think it could, your hips stopping just for a second only to continue when she shakily reached back and grabbed the side of your hip to keep you going. “Please baby, don’t stop—fuck…” You didn’t want to overwhelm her too much but you made sure she felt everything she needed completely.
You were right there too and she knew that. She overlooked her overstimulation and started throwing herself back on your cock; your body halting to let her do so. You shook against her, feeling yourself being pulled into another wave of pleasure that made your grip around her tighten. Only then did you thrust lightly into her, a few deep and jerky movements accompanied by labored breathing.
Daniela helped you move against her, “you’re so beautiful Dani, Mommy—shit,” you groaned, swallowing thickly as you shook.
She didn’t want this to end but at the same time, she couldn’t be here all night. She had never had an orgasm from penetration alone and the fact that you were able to do it so effortlessly has her hooked. Not only that, but she has never been held so sensually during moments like that. She hoped she wasn’t falling for you because that would be too soon.
Way too soon.
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You woke up with a throbbing headache, wincing at the sight of the sunlight beaming through your blinds. It was very early and that alone let you know you had a very long night—a night that you almost forgot completely. Reaching to both sides of you, you didn’t feel Daniela’s presence there. You finally opened your eyes; sighing at the sight.
She left.
But why?
Apparently it was too good to be true and for you, that was one of the most amazing nights of physical intimacy you’ve had. It was a shame that she didn’t feel the same way because it meant everything to you. Unfortunately though, you were just a victim of a one night stand. You hated the thought of a one night stand, especially from your crush.
At least—you thought.
Your phone buzzed on your night stand. You turned it on to see what it was, a message.
“Unknown Number: Maybe Daniela Avanzini”
You quickly grabbed your phone and opened it, never having put a password on it because you didn’t find it necessary. You smiled once you opened the message because maybe—just maybe, you weren’t just a one night stand. Not even just maybe, you definitely weren’t a one night stand and Daniela definitely let you know that.
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Authors Note — okay so this may have been a little rushed at the end, but I had to get a story out lol. Hopefully it was enjoyable, sorry to the person who requested it like a month ago lmao but hopefully you liked it! I love y’all and I have a Manon story that’s almost done so hopefully I do that tomorrow! Have a great day twins!
c/w ᝰ.ᐟ fluff!!!, est. relationship, teammate chirping, jersey + letterman jacket theft 😌, possessive!garrett, sex mentioned if you squint, ✨smooching✨, dean refuses to let this man know peace + language
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ bonus linked at the bottom || [smut]-> praise, dirty talk, car hookup, unprotected p in v, aftercare, pet names (baby, pretty girl + no y/n), garrett is embarrassingly obsessed + language
Garrett Graham doesn’t do girlfriends.
At least, that was the story he’d been telling for the last three years.
The same answer he gave his teammates. The same answer he gave whenever a girl started asking questions that sounded a little too much like commitment. The same answer he gave every time somebody in the locker room accused him of getting attached.
No relationships. No complications. No reason to rearrange his life for somebody else.
Then you showed up and completely ruined that plan.
Now he automatically moved to the outside of the sidewalk whenever the two of you walked anywhere together, his fingers laced in yours.
He reached for your bag before you could, slinging the strap over his shoulder while you complained that you were perfectly capable of carrying it yourself.
He stayed awake longer than he meant to, stretched across his bed with his phone in his hand, waiting for the text that told him you’d made it home.
And somehow, without really noticing when it happened, he’d started giving you his things. Which should’ve concerned him. Because Garrett liked his things.
His hockey sticks lined up exactly where he left them. His Jeep. His routines. His clothes. Especially his clothes.
He loved the way his jerseys seemed to fit you just right, skimming and teasing your curves when you tossed it on after sex, dressed in nothing more than his last name, a pair of panties.
And every time he turned around lately, something of his seemed to be in your hands. Garrett had a bad habit of handing you things and never asking for them back.
The letterman jacket was different. Maybe because it wasn't just another sweatshirt—maybe because he'd worn that thing for years.
Maybe because he'd left it at your apartment the night before after tossing it over a chair, fully intending to grab it on his way out the next morning. Instead, he'd stumbled out five minutes late for morning skate with his mind lost somewhere between the sheets and that goodbye kiss.
And when you showed up to puck-drop dripping in royal blue, he almost lost his edge completely.
His jersey. His letterman’s jacket. That dainty necklace he'd bought you for your birthday peeking through the space in between whenever you moved.
You looked like every hockey girlfriend fantasy he never admitted he'd been carrying around in the back of his mind. The kind of thing he'd spent years pretending he didn't want.
The kind of thing he'd caught the guys talking about on the bench between shifts; somebody waiting in the tunnel after the game, secretly texting from the gym when they’re supposed to be in a team workout, gifting jerseys, giving them a reason to look up into the crowd instead of the back of the net.
Now he couldn't shut up about you either.
You laugh at something the person next to you says before turning toward the ice, and even from halfway across the arena, Garrett catches the smile that spreads across your face the second you spot him.
Dean slashes him lightly as they skate out toward center ice, following Garrett's line of sight into the crowd. The second his eyes land on you, a grin breaks across his face.
"Holy shit,” Dean gasps dramatically.
Garrett immediately groans, throwing his head back, already knowing exactly where Dean’s gonna take this.
"You seein’ what I’m seein’, buddy?" He laughs, looking back toward the stands like he can't quite believe what he's seeing. "She looks good in your jacket—"
“Does she now?” Garrett asks with a challenging bite, latching onto the part where Dean said his girl looked good and ignoring the rest entirely.
Dean lets out another laugh, skating alongside him as they reset for the next shift. Garrett adjusts his grip on his stick, dropping his gaze to the tape wrapped around the blade. It lasts all of three seconds before he's looking back up into the stands again.
"Oh, you're in trouble,” Dean chuckles.
“Focus,” Garrett grunts, the attempt so half-assed it only makes Dean laugh harder.
"No, you focus."
Garrett shakes his head, trying and failing to hide the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as the music blasts over the speakers.
Dean exhales sharply, blowing it out slowly like he’s genuinely concerned. "You're gone, bud.”
"Shut up."
“You are."
"I'm literally standing right here," Garrett laughs, finally looking over at him.
"Mentally?" Dean asks, smacking a gloved hand on top of Garrett's helmet. "Absolutely not."
Garrett opens his mouth, fully intending to argue but nothing comes out. Dean lifts an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.
"You got nothin'."
"Fuck off,” Garrett chuckles.
The puck drops and Garrett does his best to forget about the stands. And for a little while, hockey wins.
The game settles into that familiar rhythm; slamming into the boards, skate blades carving into the ice, eyes darting between bodies for an opening.
Dean feeds him a perfect pass through the slot and he takes it—bar down, the net ripples and the horn explodes ahead, the crowd erupts into cheers as the music plays.
Garrett’s fist pumps instinctively as adrenaline courses through him, teammates crashing into him from every direction before he can even slow down.
And like a complete idiot, the first place his eyes go isn’t the scoreboard.
Dean catches it immediately, grabbing him by the back of his jersey as they head back to the bench. “Did you do it for her? I just gotta know. How are we gonna play this?”
Garrett shoves him away, but Dean hangs on, refusing to let go.
“Boys,” Dean announces dramatically. “We lost him.”
“You’re such a dick.”
“Answer the question, Graham,” Dean demands as he steps off the ice.
“What question?” Garrett asks, brushing the ice off the blade of his stick.
“The goal.”
“The goal?”
“Yes, the goal,” Dean adds, with no plans of letting it go.
“I scored because you passed me the fuckin’ puck, buddy. That’s how hockey works—”
“See? That’s not a no.”
“Mhmm,” Garrett hums, gnawing at his mouthguard to hide his smile.
A few of his teammates stream past with the puck and distract Dean for a moment, Garrett’s eyes finding their way back to you. You’re looking down at your phone, smiling at the screen, and he can’t help but wonder if his phone is buzzing in his locker right now.
Fuck, he’s in trouble.
“Malone’s after this? A few beers with the boys, G. What do you say?” Logan’s voice calls from Dean’s right, catching him completely off guard. Because what do you mean, with just the boys on a Saturday night? A home game? With you in the crowd looking like that? Fuck off.
Garrett looks to his left and Dean and Logan are both staring at him now, matching grins stretched across their faces.
Garrett narrows his eyes immediately, the pieces clicking together all at once. Those motherfuckers.
It wasn’t an invitation. It was a test.
And judging by the way Dean doubles over before he can even answer, he’d failed it spectacularly.
“No way,” Dean howls. “No fuckin’ way.”
“You’re a dick,” Garrett laughs, flicking him off with a gloved hand.
“You’re the dick, G. Fucking rude, actually. You didn’t even think about it!” Logan adds.
“Not for a second,” Dean agrees, pointing at him like he’s presenting evidence in court.
“Shut up.”
“I’m serious,” Dean laughs. “That look on your face? Incredible.”
Garrett lifts his water bottle, taking a long drink while the two of them continue losing their minds. “Hang it up, Dean.”
“Not a chance… You know my favorite part is?” Dean asks as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his breezers.
“No… No I don’t,” Garrett answers simply.
“Three years. Three fuckin’ years of listenin’ to you tell everybody how there was no way you could do both. You spent all that time acting like getting attached was gonna ruin your game.”
“It would’ve,” Garrett deadpans.
“Really?” Dean asks. “Because you got a goal, two assists, and you’ve looked up into the stands approximately forty-seven times tonight—and it’s only the first.”
Logan nods, looking up at the scoreboard and back to Garrett. “Statistically speaking, she should probably come to every game.”
“—Yeah,” Dean agrees. “For the good of the program.”
Garrett scrubs a hand across his jaw, already losing the battle not to smile. “Both of you are idiots.”
“Maybe.” Dean shrugs. “But we’re right.”
Garrett rolls his eyes, hanging his head for a moment. Eventually the conversation drifts somewhere else, both of them getting distracted by whatever’s happening on the ice. Garrett immediately takes advantage of it, searching the crowd without even thinking about it.
Back to you.
Dean catches it almost instantly. “Fuckin’ love this for you, G.”
Garrett rolls his eyes toward the ice, but the smile gives him away. “Shut up.”
The second the locker room door swings open, Garrett spots you.
One second he’s laughing at something Dean says, smiling for one reason, and the next he’s smiling for another entirely. His hand drags across his mouth like he can somehow hide it, duffel bag looped over his broad shoulder, the other shoved into his pocket as he tries and fails to look casual.
You’re leaning against the brick wall, still drowning in that royal blue jacket of his.
Your eyes lift from your phone and the second you spot him, a smile spreads across your face, and Garrett feels his own answering before he can stop it. He doesn’t even realize he’s walking faster until Dean catches up beside him.
“Oh, wow,” Dean breathes dramatically.
“Go away, dude,” Garrett mutters under his breath with a laugh.
“No, seriously. Look at you… You are clippin’.”
Dean smacks him on the ass as he blows past, earning a startled laugh from you before he jogs ahead to catch the rest of the guys.
Garrett just shakes his head, already fighting a losing battle. His hand finds your waist, pulling you closer like he’s wanted to all night.
“Good game,” you smile.
“Yeah?” His grin softens immediately as he leans in closer. “You think so?”
“Rain check on that boys’ night?” Logan yells from halfway down the hallway, his voice echoing through the tunnel just as Garrett’s lips brush yours.
“Oh?” You ask sweetly as Garrett pulls back and shoots Logan a dirty look. “You have plans?”
“Hell no,” Garrett answers immediately, his hold on you tightening slightly as he turns you just enough to block out the idiots behind him.
“Goal was for you, by the way!” Dean shouts over their laughter, and Garrett’s entire face floods red.
“Don’t listen to them,” he mutters, pulling you into a tight hug.
“I mean, the first one definitely was,” Dean continues.
“Buddy, both of ’em were,” Tucker adds as the locker room door swings shut behind him, piling on while Garrett groans.
“Don’t you have shit to do?” Garrett asks.
“You better have him home by midnight, sweetheart,” Dean adds as he pushes through the side door, pointing at the two of you like an exhausted hockey parent.
Your back presses against the wall as Garrett keeps his eyes fixed on the exit, waiting for the last one of them to leave.
The second Dean disappears through the door, Garrett exhales, silence finally settling around you, just the two of you and an empty hallway, exactly like he’d been hoping for. He turns back to you, breath catching when he finds your eyes already on him.
And before you can speak he kisses you deep, his hand gripping into the back of the letterman’s jacket to bring you closer. His other hand lifts, cradling the back of your head, smiling against your lips as he draws back just enough to whisper.
✶ you prank garrett by calling him your “current boyfriend”.
002. WARNINGS !
✶ another tiktok trend, some kissing. really just pure fluff.
word count : 1k
gif by @sophie-baek
Garrett isn’t really on social media.
He posts the occasional photo dump every six months, maybe a story when the two of you go out on dates, but for the most part, he stays far away from it.
Which means you can pull practically any trending prank on him, and he’ll never see it coming.
Getting him to agree had been easy. One kiss to his pouty lips and he caved. Garrett never needs much convincing when it comes to you. If you asked him to jump, he’d probably ask how high.
Which is exactly why he’d agreed to your mysterious “lip balm challenge” without so much as a question.
So now you’re sitting on his lap on the desk chair in his room, your phone propped up on a stack of textbooks and random notebooks. Various flavoured lip balms are scattered across the desk between his laptop with the unfinished essay he’d been working on before you barged in and distracted him.
Not that he seemed to mind.
“What are we doing again?” Garrett murmurs against the shell of your ear, his voice low.
One arm is wrapped loosely around your waist, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles against your side beneath your shirt while his other hand rests possessively on your thigh, giving it an occasional squeeze. He’s buried his face in your neck, clearly much more interested in kissing you than filming anything.
You laugh softly.
“I bought some lip balms and you have to guess the flavour,” you explain, trying—and failing—not to smile at the thought of the reaction you know is coming.
“Hm, okay.”
He presses a lingering kiss beneath your ear with a content sigh, his chin resting on your shoulder while he waits patiently for you to start.
You hit record and brighten immediately, holding up the collection of colorful tubes.
“So, I’ll be testing these flavoured lip balms and my current boyfriend, Garrett, has to guess the flavour,” you say smoothly, feeling the way he freezes beneath you. “They’re pretty wacky flavors, so we’ll see how well he does.”
For a moment, he’s completely silent. But then, without a word, Garrett reaches around you and presses stop to the recording.
“I’m sorry,” he says slowly, his eyebrows drawing together. “What did you just say?”
You roll your eyes in mock annoyance. “Baby, I already explained the trend to you. Keep up.”
His expression somehow becomes even more offended when you ignore him and press record again, popping open one of the lip balms.
“Here,” you say, turning toward him after applying it.
But, to your surprise, he dodges your kiss.
“Garrett, come on,” you whine, puckering your lips.
“I’m not kissing you if you think I’m your ‘current boyfriend’.”
His pout is ridiculous.
“It’s just a saying,” you huff, desperately trying not to laugh.
“Well, I don’t like it.” He removes his hands from you and crosses his arms dramatically. “Do you have a list somewhere? Future boyfriends lined up for when you get tired of your ‘current’ one?”
You nearly lose it.
Instead, you bite the inside of your cheek and turn further in his lap, your phone continuing to record in the background, utterly forgotten.
“It was a joke, baby.”
“Don’t call me that,” he mutters.
His eyes soften immediately afterward, though, because apparently even fake indignation has limits when he’s looking at you.
“Only my forever partner gets to call me that.”
“Aww,” you coo, heart melting at his words. You wrap your arms around his neck and press a kiss to the tip of his nose.
He watches you carefully, his expression suspicious but completely helpless when you smile at him.
“It was a prank,” you whisper, your lips brushing his.
“Not a very funny one,” Garrett grumbles.
“No, like, that's the only reason we’re recording something.”
You nod toward your phone with a grin, which is when understanding dawns on his face.
“I knew you were being sneaky,” he whispers back, shaking his head fondly.
Garrett smiles, and it isn’t one of his cocky grins or the easy smile he gives reporters and teammates. It’s the smile that only ever belongs to you, the one reserved for quiet moments and whispered confessions, and it makes your heart squeeze because you know you’re one of the very few people who get to see it.
“There’s nothing current about us,” you confess softly, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I hope you know that.”
“Oh, I know that.” He then smirks. “Already bought a ring, so you can’t get rid of me now.”
“What?!” Your shriek echoes through the room, earning a burst of laughter from him when you smack his shoulder with a little too much force.
“Yeah, but since you already told everyone I’m your ‘current boyfriend’, I guess I’ll have to take it back…”
You stare at him. “I can’t tell if you're joking.”
“Guess you’ll have to find out.”
His grin widens at your expression, leaning forward and reaching past you to stop the recording. His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair as he finally kisses you.
And apparently, he’s been waiting. Because the second your lips touch, he deepens the kiss, pulling you flush against him with a pleased hum.
The chair squeaks beneath the two of you as he stands, effortlessly lifting you along with him.
By the time he finally pulls away, you’re slightly breathless and staring at him with flushed cheeks.
“Hm,” he says thoughtfully.
“What?” You murmur, watching as his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“Cherry cola?”
“Huh?”
“The lip balm.”
Your brows furrow for a second before realization dawns on you. Right, the stupid challenge. The whole reason you'd dragged Garrett away from his homework and set your phone up in the first place had almost completely slipped your mind after he'd kissed you senseless.
“Um, yeah,” you answer after a beat. “It was.”
“It’s nice,” he says, his eyes sparkling mischievously. And before you can even process it, he tosses you onto the bed with a laugh.
The playful look on his face—and the unmistakable glint in his eyes—tell you that he definitely hasn't forgotten your little “current boyfriend” comment just yet.
NOTE : i really debated if it should say ‘forever girlfriend’ or ‘forever partner’ but to me forever girlfriend implies like never changing that status or getting married so idk i decided on partner. call me the woker i guess. also kinda hate this but oh well 🙃
୨୧ — "Tooojiii~", you chime, skipping up to him before wrapping your arms around one of his massive biceps. The sheer size difference making you look even smaller.
He arches an eyebrow, that smirk you adore so much playing at his lips, "what're you plotting?"
"Nothing at all," you say sweetly, your finger tracing the defined muscles of his arm, "Juuuust taking in the view~."
He snorts, but there's amusement in those sharp Zenin eyes, "The view, huh? Sure it's not just an excuse to cop a feel?"
"M’nope! I was just admiring how the sunrise today makes you look extra dangerous~"
"Dangerous, huh?" The big bad Toji Zenin grins, amused by how you can make even that sound like a compliment, "Most people don't say that while grinning like they've found a puppy."
"Well, I'm not most people," you giggle while pressing your cheek against the warmth of his arm, "And your arms are way better than any puppy. Now up, please ~!" you can’t stop the dumb grin on your face when he flexes his bicep deliberately under your grip.
"Tch. You're worse than a kid." He grumbles as he effortlessly hoists you up with his arm, your feet dangling. Toji huffs, but there's no hiding the flush creeping up his neck, "And flattery will get you nowhere."
Despite his gruff demeanor, you know he secretly loves how you get all stary eyed at his strength.
You grin cheekily, "i dunno, I think it’s gotten me pretty fa-."
"Papa! UP!" A tiny voice suddenly demands. You both look down to see little Megumi- the very proof of how far your flattery has gotten you with Toji Zenin. Your sons arms were stretched high above his head in a perfect mirror of your earlier pose.
Toji's expression softens gradually as he looks at his son. Without putting you down, he easily scoops up Megumi with his free arm, holding both of you aloft like you weigh nothing.
"Great… now I've got two clingy brats," he complains, but his eyes are warm as Megumi squeals in delight, tiny hands patting his father's muscled shoulder.
Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation.
"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that."
You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time).
"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"
"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."
Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in.
"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!"
Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before.
"Enchain."
Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears.
"Y-Yū —"
"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin.
This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and break through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too.
"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."
Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded.
Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is.
Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard.
Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you at the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway.
"Y-Yūji —"
"My name, brat —"
"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"
"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit.
You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"
"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."
He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac.
"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only."
"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —"
"That's it."
The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away.
When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again.
"S-Sukuna?"
"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?"
You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine."
"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt.
"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating."
Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at earlier.
"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that."
"It was," you breathe out.
When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty.
Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal.
the cold, metal of the microphone plugged into the looping machine hits your lips— satoru's finger tapping the side of it.
"c'mon, sweets. this'll sound amazing, i promise." he smirks, a mischievous glint in his baby blue eyes.
he unzips his pants, a noticeably large bulge packing in his boxers. he rubs himself through the fabric while seemingly setting up the looping machine, pressing buttons on the electronic tool next to your body.
he practically rips the boxers off from the waistband— discarding them, throwing them across the room. a musky scent fills the room, pre already leaking everywhere.
"can't forget these." his long fingers reach for the headphones laying on his white sheets, plugging them into the looping machine, setting them on his head.
he runs a finger— tip to balls— down his leaky cock, using his free hand to hold your legs up as he plunges inside your slick pussy, hitting rock bottom, almost instantly makin' out with your cervix as his long dick gets there.
you let a choked sound emerge from your lips, echoing in his headphones. he lets your legs go, and without his hands, he thrusts into you, eliciting more moans from you. you can't hear anything from his headphones, but he's making whatever he's hearing out to be heavenly.
he signals for you to hold the mic, and you do. the cord twirls in your arms, whimpers and moans filling his headphones. you don't doubt your boyfriend for a second. he's extremely talented, so he could probably make something as lewd and nasty as this into a heavenly track.
he presses glowing buttons as he moves into you, and now he's layering on top of your erotic moans. you sense that he had an idea, but you didn't expect for him to take the mic from you and hold it up to his dick.
loud n lewd squelching noises fill his headphones, becoming more needy and quicker as his hands tremble, getting closer to release. his hands fist the sheet, he presses a few buttons, and before you know it he's leaning down to kiss you.
his sweet lips are on yours, basically trying to swallow you whole. he moves his hips as he gets off to the incredibly intimate… music (or sex tape?) repeatedly playing in his ears, a deep hunger reflecting in his light eyes.
he lets go of the microphone, ripping his headphones out of the looping machine— exposing the track for the world to hear.
"…you hear that, sweetheart? that's what you sound like. p—pretty, isn't it?" he sobs, thrusting deeper into you until you see stars.
"w—well, toru.. when you put it like— fuuucckk! that…" your breath hitches, a low, ringing groan slipping from your lips. the track is still playing loudly in the background, setting the mood perfectly.
your nails dig into the bedsheets, holding on for dear life as you hear satoru lose his breath while hitting that sweet n spongy spot deep in your sopping cunt.
"shit! toru, i'm gonna!" you cry out, eyes rolling back.
"fuuuck, yes, sweetheart! let go, let me feel you come undone on my cock.." he encourages, running a free hand up your body as he feels warm cum leave his balls— straight into your wet pussy.
you, naturally, cum with him— being super careful to avoid the recording equipment laying on the bed.
your body goes lax and you close your eyes, feeling his half hard dick pull out of you, then his finger running down your sternum and stomach.
he collapses against you, nuzzling his head into your neck.
$ log - you’re a very disgruntled sheriff, tired of a repeating offender trespassing. so, you decide to give dean winchester a proper reminder of how the heavy the law feels.
$ warn --nsfw --dark --dubcon --older!amab!reader --dom!top!reader --sheriff!reader --mean!reader --sub!bot!dean --bratty!dean --power-dynamics --older-man-younger-man --age-gap --size-diff-kink --sex-on-the-impala --bondage(handcuffs) --anal --cum-as-lube --spanking --rough --overstim --finger-sucking --sleazy --begging --titles(sir) --petnames(sport, champ, attaboy) --authority-abuse --orgasm-denial --sex-tape-hinted -butt-plug-mentioned-once --youre-practically-breeding-him --pretty-crier --dirty-talk --praise --degradation --no-aftercare
$ wc -w 3.3k
$ cd masterlist / jensen-ackles
The blue and red strobes of your cruiser cut through the heavy darkness of the outskirts, casting long, rhythmic shadows against the rusted chain link fence.
You watch through the windshield, a tired smirk tugging at your lips, as a figure tumbles over the top, landing in a clumsy heap on the dirt. You don't even wait for him to brush the dust off his jacket before you've swung the door open, the heavy crunch of your boots on the gravel sounding like a death knell.
You catch him by the scruff of his jacket before he can even scramble to his feet, your grip iron tight as you wrench his arms behind his back. The harsh, white glare of your headlights hits his face, and you recognise that insufferable, cocky expression immediately.
It’s Winchester. Again.
The tickets haven't worked, the formal warnings have been ignored, and the reports are just piling up on your desk like a testament to his stubbornness. This brat thinks he can just dance around the law, playing the part of the untouchable rebel, but he’s about to learn that the law has a very physical way of enforcing its boundaries.
Without a word of warning, you shove him forward, forcing him down until his chest hits the warm metal of the Impala's bonnet. He stumbles, a startled "Hey!" escaping him, but you don't give him a second to recover.
You pin him there, the weight of your authority pressing down on him, and you know that tonight, the paperwork is done. Tonight, you're going to give him a lesson he won't be able to write off so easily.
Bent over his hood, sirens colouring the bare treeline, and he wasn’t even a tad scared. In fact he was quite proud - this’ll be another grand story to brag about. He glances over his shoulder at your disgruntled look, shaking his hips with a tease.
"What are you gonna do, old man? Arrest me again? Fuck me?" Dean sneers, leaning back against the Impala with that insufferable, cocky grin.
You don't even give him the satisfaction of a smile. You wrench his wrists behind his back, the metal cuffs biting into his skin with a sharp click. As you roughly undo his trousers, you look him dead in the eye, voice flat and dangerous. "That’s exactly what I’m going to do. The ticket machine is broken; this will have to do."
The smugness vanishes instantly. He freezes, eyes wide as he stares at you, the reality of your intent finally sinking in. "Wait are you serious? You're actually — " He cuts himself off with a sharp gasp as you push his face down against the hot metal of the bonnet.
"Hey! Watch the hair, you old bastard!" he yelps, his voice cracking as he tries to regain some semblance of dignity.
You don't let him. You grab a thick fistful of his hair, yanking his head back so he’s forced to look at the dark sky, before shoving his face back down into the paint. "Shut up, Winchester. You've been a very loud, very annoying trespasser. It's time you learned some goddamn respect," you growl, your voice dripping with authority.
Smack!
The heavy sting of your palms against his bare, pale ass makes him jump, a muffled "Fuck!" escaping him.
"You think you're so tough, don't you?" you sneer, leaning over him, your heat radiating against his trembling skin. "But right now, you're just a brat who needs to be put in his place," you growl, your voice thick with a hunger that makes his breath hitch.
You don't wait for a retort.
You're already hard. You’re so goddamn easy, but can you blame yourself? The sight in front of you was gorgeous: Dean bent over his beloved car, fumbling at his cockiness while his cute ass sticks just easy for the taking.
Your cock’s leaking pre-cum that drips onto the metal of the Impala. You wrap your hand around yourself, a few rough, desperate strokes to ease the ache before you do leak, painting his trembling, pale arse in thick, hot streaks of cum.
So damn easy. Long night, sheriff, just been’a long night, and a long week.
"God, damn —" Dean stammers, his snarky bravado fracturing into a series of breathless, incoherent sounds. He tries to pull his head up, to find that defiant glint in his eyes again. "You think — you think a little jizz and — and a few spanks makes you the boss? You're still just an old —"
"An old what, Winchester?" you cut him off, your voice a low, dangerous rumble. You scoop up a handful of your own warm, sticky cum, prodding your fingers into his tight, twitching hole to coat him thoroughly.
The sensation of him clenching around your digits makes your vision swim.
Dean huffs, trying to sound indignant even as his voice trembles and his hips instinctively tilt back toward your touch. "Just — just get on with it! Stop playing with me!"
"Patience, boy," you growl, the sound vibrating deep in your chest as you angle your tip to his hole. You savour the tiny whimpers as you tease — you know damn well he’s fighting against himself to just beg for it.
Slow and steady was the way you’d decided to push in, but perhaps that was the worser option.
"Mmhm, fuck —" he groans languidly into the metal of the bonnet, his eyes rolling to his skull as he's filled to the brim. "God you're — you're too big! You're gonna break me, you crazy ol’ bastard — gah!”
"Shut your mouth and take it," you growl, your voice a low, predatory rumble. You don't give him a second to adjust to the sheer, stretching girth of you. You begin to move, your hips pushing into his ass with a rhythmic, punishing force that makes the entire Impala shudder.
"Oh god," Dean’s snarky bravado is completely gone now, replaced by desperate, high pitched moans that he tries and fails to swallow. "Is this — is this part of the — the fine? You're fuckin’ killing me —"
"Consider it a lifetime subscription to my personal attention, then," you growl, your voice thick with lust as you drive into him again, harder this time, making his entire frame shudder against the Impala.
You reach down, grabbing his chin to force his head up just enough so he has to feel the vibration of your voice against his skin. "You wanted to play rough, Winchester? You wanted to see what an 'old man' could do? Well, here it is. Every inch of me, claiming every inch of you."
"Fuck — fuck —" Dean gasps, his head lulling back as your girth stretches him to the absolute limit. The snark is almost entirely gone, replaced by a raw, desperate need. "You're — you're a goddamn animal —" he manages to choke out, his voice a wrecked, breathless mess. "Just, don't stop — don't you dare stop."
The sound of your hips hitting his arse is a wet, heavy slap that never stops. You aren't being gentle; you're driving that massive, thick cock of yours into him like you're trying to split him in half.
Every time you lunge, your girth wedges itself so deep into his tight, puckered hole that he lets out a choked sound, his whole body jerking forward against the metal of the Impala.
He looks fucking wrecked, his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth hanging open, completely mindless because his brain can't even handle how much of you is shoved inside him. He’s just a mess of spit and tears, staring at nothing because you’ve stuffed him so full he can’t think.
Jesus, you think, your teeth gritting as you watch your cock slide in and out of him. The sight is fucking hypnotic, the way his skin stretches and pulls around your thick, heavy head with every brutal lunge. If he had a pussy, you'd have knocked him up real quick, you think, a dark, hungry heat blooming in your gut.
That tight little hole of his is making you delirious; you're just as gone as he is, lost in the sheer rhythm of breaking him.
"Look at you, sport," you growl, leaning down to his shoulder. "Fucked so hard you can't even remember your own goddamn name, can you?" You don't wait for an answer. You just drive that thick, heavy length back into him, bottoming out so hard his entire frame lurches.
He’s babbling, an incoherent mess of "sorry, sir — please — sorry," his voice cracking as he fumbled against the bonnet.
"You like trespassing, don't you, boy?" you sneer, your voice dripping with condescension as you pull back almost all the way, letting the cool air hit his stretched, wet hole before driving back in. "You like thinking you can just wander wherever you want, disobeying every little rule? You think you're too big for the law to handle?"
Every lunge is slow, deliberate, and fucking brutal. You aren't rushing; you're making sure he feels every goddamn inch of your heavy self as it slides in, pressing snug against his insides.
You want him to feel the exact moment your head wedges deep into his gut.
"Look at me when you're getting handled like this," you bark, grabbing his chin to force his tear streaked face toward yours. "Don't you dare look away. You're a delinquent, and it's time you learned some respect for your elders."
He can barely keep his eyes open, his head lolling as he lets out a broken, high pitched mewl. "No, sir — please — so big," he whimpers, the words barely intelligible through the sheer sensation of you filling him.
You cum deep inside him, a hot, thick flood of seed pumping into his core, filling him to the absolute brim. You can feel his insides spasming, clenching around your girth in a desperate, attempt to milk every last drop.
"There," you grunt, your voice thick with satisfaction as you hold yourself deep inside him, letting him feel the heavy, warm weight of your release. "Now you've got a real reason to remember the law, you little brat."
You aren't done with him. You're going to milk every last drop of submission out of that brat.
Even as your seed floods his insides, you don't pull out. You keep your hips moving, a heavy, relentless rhythm that forces him to endure the sensation of your thick, leaking cock sliding through your own warm release inside his tight, aching walls. The wet, slapping sound of your pelvis hitting his ass is constant, a rhythmic reminder of who owns him.
You glance down and see his cock, neglected and twitching, leaking a mess of pre cum all over the hood of the Impala. He lets out a desperate, choked sound, his hips bucking instinctively, trying to find some friction, some relief.
"Look at that," you growl, watching the thick, white cream overflow from his puckered, overstretched hole and drip down his trembling thighs, staining the rim of his own goddamn car. "You're leaking all over your own ride, you little delinquent. Can't even hold a single drop of the law inside you, can you?"
You don't slow down.
If anything, the slickness of the cum makes you even more aggressive. You're fucking him with a wet, slapping intensity, the sound of your cock sliding through the overflow making a disgusting, slurping noise that echoes in the quiet night. Every time you bottom out, you can feel the excess fluid being forced back in, only to squirt back out the second you pull back for the next lunge.
He's a total wreck, his voice nothing but a series of broken, high pitched whimpers and pathetic, wet sobs. "Please, sir, it's too much — so much —" he gasps.
He's completely at your mercy, his body reacting to the sheer, unyielding weight of you even as he begs for a break he isn't going to get.
"Too much?" you chuckle, a low, mean sound that vibrates through his spine. "You haven't seen anything yet, brat. You wanted to play in the wrong territory, now you're gonna take every goddamn bit of what comes with it."
You don't stop. You keep thrusting into him, the sound of your cock sliding through the thick, white mess of his own leaking insides making a disgusting, slurping noise. You reach down, your fingers slick and heavy with the overflow, and you scoop up a handful of your own warm cum from where it's dripping off his thighs.
With a mean smirk, you bring your hand up to his face. He looks up at you, eyes glazed and pathetic, and you shove your fingers, coated in that thick cream, straight past his trembling lips. Dean doesn't even fight it; he just opens up like a hungry, desperate puppy, his tongue swirling around your fingers, suckling at the taste of you with a mindless need.
"That's it, attaboy. Clean it all up," you murmur, watching him desperately try to swallow every drop of your essence. The sight of him, so broken and submissive, makes your blood boil with a fresh wave of lust. You can't help yourself; you want to see just how much of him you can dominate.
You pull your fingers from his mouth, leaving him gasping and dripping, and then you shove them into his throat.
He's so small compared to you, his throat constricting around your thick digits as he chokes, his eyes watering as he struggles to breathe.
You love the way he looks completely overwhelmed, his body reacting to the sheer size of your palm as it wraps around his throat, making him feel like he's being swallowed whole.
"You're just a little thing, aren't you?" you growl, your thumb pressing hard to force a choked, desperate sound from his lungs.
You can feel the frantic pulse in his neck thrumming against your skin, a rhythmic, terrified beat that only makes you want to squeeze harder. He's gagging on your fingers, his eyes rolling back as he tries to reconcile the sensation of being choked with the heavy, rhythmic pounding still happening in his arse.
He's caught between two kinds of ruin, and he's taking every bit of it like the good, obedient little delinquent he is.
"Look at you," you mutter, watching a string of saliva and cum stretch between his lips as he tries to catch his breath. "Completely owned. From your mouth to your ass. You're a fucking mess, Winchester."
You don't let him recover. While your fingers are busy stretching his throat and making him gag, you drive your hips forward in a devastating lunge. The impact is so heavy it makes the whole Impala rock on its suspension.
Heavy-hitter.
You bottom out with a force that feels like it's bruising his very soul, your massive cock burying itself so deep in his leaking, cum filled hole that there's no space left between you.
He lets out a muffled, strangled cry against your hand, a sound of pure, unadulterated ruin, as he's caught between the choking pressure in his throat and the overwhelming fullness in his gut.
"Don't you dare get greedy," you growl, your voice a low, commanding rasp. You reach down, not to stroke him, but to firmly press his hips down harder against the metal. "I'm not touching your cock, sport. You take it like a champ and you cum like one. You don't need a hand when you've got me filling you up like this, do you?"
Dean lets out a broken, high pitched sob, the sound of a man completely undone.
Pretty, shimmering tears track down his cheeks, smearing against the hot paint of the car as he whimpers, "Please, sir, please, just — sir —" He’s practically begging, his body trembling with the unfulfilled ache of his ignored cock and the overwhelming sensation of you continuing to hammer into him.
Smack! Smack!
Two heavy, stinging spanks to his reddened arse cut his pleas short, forcing a startled gasp from his lungs. You lean down, your mouth hovering just inches from his ear, your breath hot and smelling of lust.
"Hush now," you cooed, lowly. "Only need those pretty sounds outta you. Keep the whining for when you're actually in trouble. Right now, you're just being a good, quiet boy for me, aren't you?"
You watch with dark satisfaction as Dean tries to swallow his sobs, his breath coming in ragged, uneven hitches, his body forced into a state of pure, mindless receptivity.
He’s completely at your mercy, a broken, beautiful mess of a man, and as you continue to fuck into him, you know he won't be thinking about trespassing for a long, long time. He'll only be thinking about the weight of your hand, the heat of your cock, and the way you made him beg.
The morning sun bleeds through the dusty windows of the Impala, stinging Dean’s eyes as he groans, his consciousness returning in heavy, painful waves. His first sensation is the ache a deep, throbbing soreness in his hips and a raw, stinging heat in his arse that makes every slight movement feel like a monumental task.
He tries to roll over, but his body feels heavy, uncoordinated, and utterly spent. As he shifts, he realises with a jolt of disorientation that he’s lying face down in the backseat, his hips propped up at an awkward, vulnerable angle, his trousers pooled around his ankles.
The reality of the night before hits him like a physical blow. He remembers the heat of the bonnet, the heavy, rhythmic thrusting of your hips, the way you’d gripped his throat, and the sheer, overwhelming weight of you claiming him.
His eyes wander blindly to the seat pocket beside his face, finding a crumpled citation and a small, plastic tape reel. The label on the tape is written in your sharp, authoritative scrawl:
How the Law Works.
It’s a mockery, a dirty piece of evidence that turns his humiliation into a public record, a grim sex tape disguised as official body cam footage.
Beside it, the citation sits, but it's not just a list of infractions. There's a handwritten note scrawled in the margin, the ink dark and mocking:
Consider the plug a memoir, Winchester.
A little something to keep you full of me, and of the law until you learn to behave.
The realisation of the note sends a fresh wave of heat rushing to his face, a mix of shame and a terrifying, involuntary arousal. He reaches back, his fingers trembling as they brush against the cold, hard base of the plug still slotted deep inside him.
He stares at the tape reel, the thought of anyone anyone at all watching the footage of him being broken, of him whimpering "yes, sir" while you fucked him into the metal of his own car, making his head spin.
It wasn't just a punishment; it was a total deconstruction of everything he thought he was. He wasn't the rebel, the hunter just a messy, overstimulated boy who couldn't keep his hands off the wrong things.
He tries to shift his weight to sit up, but the movement causes the heavy plug to shift deep within his bruised walls, sending a jolt of unbidden pleasure and sharp ache straight to his core. He lets out a choked, pathetic sound, his forehead dropping back onto the leather seat.
$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger
$ log - low on pay, sgt. barnes turns to escorting as a feasible service. you're his client for tonight.
$ warn --nsfw --older!afab!reader --mean!dom!reader --sub!bucky --older-woman-younger-man --age-gap --1940s --titles(ma'am) --pegging --toys(strap-on, cock ring) --orgasm-control --begging --praise
$ cd masterlist / bucky-barnes
the 1940s were hell of time for a man to be broke, even a howling commando. bucky knew how to charm a dame to get a few bucks, but he hadn't expected this job to break him.
he'd walked into your house with that cocky soldier's grin, expecting a quiet night of companionship. instead, he was face down in your expensive satin sheets, his face mashed into the fabric, drool slicking the surface.
"there you go, sugar," you cooed, voice dripping with that condescending sweetness that made his skin crawl in the best way. "just a good boy, taking all of me, aren't ya?"
the girthy rubber pushed into his ass with a heavy, rhythmic thud. some of the residue lubricant oil spluttered out with each lunge. bucky let out a pathetic whine into the sheet, his eyes rolling back.
the cock ring was tight, trapping the blood within and making every sensation feel so explosive. he was fucking losing it.
"please, ma'am — let me cum," he choked out, his voice thick and desperate, his face flushed a deep red.
you just laughed patronisingly, raking your nails down his muscled back. "what was that, james? you didn't use your big boy words. you want to orgasm — you have to ask properly."
every time the strap hit that sweet spot deep inside, his toes curled and his back arched, trying to find some kind of relief you wouldn't give him. the ring was a cruel pressure; it made his cock with a near-painful need.
"please ma'am — please just let me — let me go — please, please, ple —" he whimpered, his jaw slack against the pillow.
"now, now," you murmured, leaning down to whisper in his ear, pressing a chaste kiss to his shoulder, "a gentleman doesn't just beg — he asks nicely. tell me exactly what you want, sweet boy."
"i want — i want to cum for you ma'am, please!" he cried out with a sharp voice crack and a hitched gasp.
however, you don't give him relief. you just thrust the strap-on back into with heavy push. you sigh as you reach down to finally around his cock. bucky was quite proud of it, the girth, the length — it truly made all the dames giggle and gasp. it was one of the major reasons he'd even opted for his secret hustle anyways.
you ignored it; you barely even stroked it.
honestly, you don't give a singular darn about his pleasure. you heard the talk of him during tea parties, you paid for this night, you're going to use his body.
"there we go, sugar," you mutter down to his trembling figure, driving in meanly, "just take it like a sweet, useful thing, alright?"
he's practically vibrating, his muscles twitching under your touch, but you keep your hand on his cock minimal — just a teasing, useless friction. it was enough to keep bucky on the brink of madness without letting him fall over the edge.
"s'too much — oh lord — i'm gonna —" he gasps, burying his face further into the satin, his voice breaking with each quick prodding reaching deep within him.
with a smirk, you slide the cock ring off. the sudden rush of blood makes him howl a high-pitched sound of ecstasy. he's lost all control, clutching the pillow tight as he grinds his hips frantically against the sheets, trying to find the right friction.
"there we go, my handsome soldier," you sharply command, voice dripping with honey-like poison, "so sweet for me, taking it all and now giving it all."
between your mean praise and his prostate getting bumped with a patter of brisk thrusts, he finally snaps. he cums hands-free, body spasming against the sheets, completely undone by the way you've been wringing that orgasm out of him.
"good boy," you praise, watching him tremble and deflate, "you're so hardworking, so obedient."
panting heavily, bucky stays face down, his forehead pressed against the damp satin as the last of his tremors fade. his pride as a man was thoroughly dismantled — all while you're just watching him lie there, satisfied with the job well done.
as his breath calms down, you reach out and give his flushed arse a polite, stinging slap. he lets out a tiny whimper into the pillow, his body still twitching from the orgasm.
"i believe we still have another hour left on the booking, no?" you tell him, your voice smooth and entirely unapologetic.
bucky drags his head up just enough to glance over his shoulder, his eyes glazed and unfocused. he gives a small whine — without a second of hesitation, obediently spreads his thighs a wider, offering himself back up to you.
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