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guyss i’m sorry for not posting in foreverrrrr
i’m gonna write something soon don’t worry
<333
These Shawn fics are so good omg.
TYYYY!! i will definitely write more since i have some ideas and a few requests in my drafts. <33
𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐!𝑏𝑓𝑠𝚑𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑥 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠!𝑔𝑓
(𝑠𝑓𝑤 & 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤)
Thinking about how he would make sure you were always his passenger princess. He’d never let you walk anywhere and if you tried to he’d practically force you into his truck.
Especially after an argument when you’re trying to ignore him. He’d follow along right beside you, driving at the same speed as you, trying to persuade you to get in. You’d attempt to refuse knowing how reckless and fast he drives when he’s mad (maybe even drunk), but eventually you always fold under his pressure.
He could go from yelling at you to get in, to gently pleading in seconds. He can be mean but he’d never purposefully doing anything to hurt you by getting in an accident.
He’d mostly listen to rock music on the radio very loudly. You try and tell him to turn it down but that just pushes him to turn it up.
He’d also always have his hands on you when driving. His hand squeeing your thigh or holding your hand tightly. Looking over at you sitting next to him like you’re the most precious thing, paying more attention to you than the road. You’ll yell at him multiple times to “keep your eyes on the road.” but he’ll always reassure you saying something like “Don’t worry baby i got it.” then go right back to staring at you.
He’d love driving you around at night and parking somewhere. He’d motion for you to get on his lap in the passengers seat so the two of you can makeout.
He’d also love to fuck you in his truck. In fact it’s one of his favorite places. Even if it isn’t the most comfortable. He’d drive the two of you out to a secluded location by the edge of the forest where it’s just you and him.
Inside it’s smells heavily of cigarettes and weed because of how much he smokes in there even after you pester him to roll down all the windows fully.
If you try to put your feet up on the dashboard he’ll swat them off telling you that you’re going to ruin his truck as if it’s not already a piece of junk. He’d get mad anytime you’d try to use the mirror to look at yourself telling you you’re gonna make him crash as if he hasn’t been looking at you the whole time too.
He secretly likes when you fall asleep in the passengers seat. He would never ever admit it, but he tries to drive slower so you don’t wake up.
The two of you would hang out in the truck bed a lot too. Smoking or drinking together. Sometimes more….
He would also never admit it, but he always cleans up his truck a bit before driving you. Picking up empty cans or throwing away what’s left in an ash tray.
𝑠𝚑𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖 𝑐𝚑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑜𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑤?
𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑦𝑒𝑠
𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑜
𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱
𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑦𝑠𝑚𝑚𝑚𝑚𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 300 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠!!!
𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑓 𝑖 𝚑𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑑𝑤 𝑖𝑚 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑚! 𝑖 𝚑𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑠!
𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖’𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦!!
𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑢 𝑠𝑚𝑚𝑚𝑚𝑚 <3
🦢🩰🪽
𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝚑𝑡𝑠˙✧˖°🦢⋆｡˚
ꪆৎ: 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝚑𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑒𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑐 𝚑𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝚑𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑣, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥 (𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡𝚑𝑠, 𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠𝚑𝑖𝑝, 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔
The wind blew the neighbour’s wind chime around aggressively making the metal pieces clink together harder than intended. Rain fell heavily against the run down motels roof till the point you thought it may collapse from the weight and In the distance, thunder and lightning struck throughout the dark, cloudy sky, occasionally lightning up the room. Shawn leaned against the wall, moving the worn lace curtain and peering out the window which was streaked with raindrops that quickly settled on the windowsill.
The empty dirt road turned to mud and the water levels of the lake rose, swallowing more of the old wooden dock.
“When’s this fucking rain gonna stop.” He turned, walking away from the window. He tossed an empty beer can into the trash.
You sat on the edge of the motel quality bed which consisted of a worn mattress, two floppy pillows and an itchy comforter. The room smelled like cigarettes thanks to shawn and whatever guests had stayed here before, and the lights were dim, giving a yellowish colour to the room.
Shawn was staying in this crappy little place since he’d been kicked out of his house for the millionth time and it’s all he could afford. You were there because Shawn was. Now the two of you were stuck inside.
“It’s kinda peaceful.” You shrugged, watching Shawn light another cigarette, blowing out smoke which would contribute to the smell of the room.
He didn’t answer you, but paced the room a bit. Inhaling and then exhaling. You didn’t quiet know what he was thinking about, but you had a feeling he was scheming how he was going too get some more weed in this weather.
“I’m sure it’ll let up soon.” You spoke again after a quiet pause. Shawn still didn’t speak. Barley even looked at you.
“In the meantime we can hang out.” You smiled, trying to bring his attention back to you.
“Will you shut up for a second.” He snapped, stopped in his tracks as smoke excited his mouth with each sharp word.
You sunk into the bed, your eyes squinting a bit as stinging tears threatened to fall. You should be used to Shawn’s temper at this point. You knew it was never anything against you. But still, you were a sensitive girl who just wanted a little attention from her boyfriend. So whenever he raised his voice or showed any anger towards you, your heart felt heavy.
You watched his blue eyes change as he looked at you on the bed. You felt small under his gaze, weak. His face softened.
“I’m sorry baby i didn’t mean it.” He put out his cigarette that he had hardly smoked and walked over quickly to stand in front of you. He pulled your head to rest against his hip as he stroked your hair. He smelt like smoke and faintly of beer.
“I’m just stressed right now thats all.” His voice was soft compared to its usual tone.
“You know I love you.”
You tilted your head to look up at him. He cupped your face with one hand, wiping away a single, small tear that has fallen from your eye as you blinked back any more that were ready to follow. You nodded, giving him a soft smile but your eyes remained sad.
Rain continued hitting the roof overhead as he looked down at you. You couldn’t read his face. Then, he licked his lips and squinted.
“Why don’t i make it up to you.” he pinched your cheek lightly and suddenly you could tell exactly what he was thinking.
His hand trailed from your face down to the strap of your lace tank top. He slipped his finger under it pulling it off your shoulder.
“Shawn the walls are thin.” You said softly, shifting on the uncomfortable mattress slightly. You didn’t want to make him mad again.
“All they’ll hear is the rain.” He said as the other strap slid off your shoulder making your top fall, the fabric pooling around your waist to reveal your bare skin.
Your breath quickened its pace as Shawn stared down at you with a look of complete lust painted across his face.
“Fucking angel.” In his eyes, you were one. Compared to him at least. So sweet and kind. And right now, as you stared up at him with those big doe eyes through your batting lashes, you looked like one too.
His fingers lightly touched your chin, tilting your head up to look at him fully. He was being so gentle compared to his usual aggressive nature. You were the only one who ever saw this side of him.
His hands moved from your chin to your jaw, down your neck before landing on your chest. His warm hand cupped your breast as his touch became more rough. You almost flinched at the feeling.
You could just barely hear his breath over the falling rain as he bit the inside of his cheek, a faint grin on his lips as he touched you, watching you carefully.
Then, his hands left your body and landed on his belt buckle. The metal clinked together as he undid it and discarded it on the carpeted floor beside him with a muffled thump. His hands moved again to this zipper of his sun bleached jeans, unzipping them slowly.
You watched in anticipation as he released himself from his pants.
You bit your lip, heat rising in your core as you looked at how hard he was. It was intimidating.
“C’mon baby, don’t just stare at it.” His voice was just above a whisper but had a bit of a mocking tone behind it.
He moved his hips forward, pressing his tip against your lips as you opened them around him. He groaned at the feeling of your warm mouth, throwing his head back as he pushed further into your mouth. His hand tangled in your hair as he pulled your head closer till your nose touched below his bellybutton. You breathed out.
“You take me so well.” His voice shook as he moved your head back and forth, gripping your hair to the point your eyes blurred with tears.
“Fuck.” He pulled out of your mouth. You licked your lips, collecting any saliva that had dripped from your mouth.
“Turn around.” He made a motion with his hand as his other ran through his hair that had fallen over his eyes.
You obliged, turning on the bed and getting on all fours. He quickly pulled off his own shirt. You looked back at Shawn who ran his hand down your back stopping at your denim shorts. His hand went to the zipper, pulling them off of you along with your panties.
Then, he brought his fingers to your entrance, rubbing your clit as he chuckled.
“Already so fucking wet.”
Without any warning he pushed into you. You cried out, hands gripping the sheets as he thrust in and out.
The side of your face pressed into the shapeless, flattened pillow, as Shawn’s hand moved from your back to the back of your head as he thrust into you. He leaned down, the hot skin of his body meeting your back as his lips hovered over your ear.
“Not complaining for my attention now huh?” He grunted out.
“Had to shut you up myself.”
You were sure the people in the room over could hear everything. The way the wooden headboard hit the wall, the bed frame creaking with each movement, your moans mixed with Shawn’s grunts as he fucked you. Shawn obviously didn’t care though. It seemed like if anything he wanted them to hear. He wanted them to know you were his.
His hand wrapped around your body to rub your clit more making you cry out his name too loudly. It only pushed him further though as his thrusts grew more aggressive.
His hand gripped your jaw again. Not gently like before. Any hint of that sweet, caring Shawn was gone now. His touch was unforgiving and you knew you were have bruises all over your body by morning. He turned your head to look back at him, his thumb running over your bottom lip before entering your mouth. He smirked, panting out praises as his body continued meeting yours in sharp thrusts.
You came suddenly, going limp as Shawn held you up against him with one hand. He didn’t stop though. He wouldn’t until he was satisfied too. But soon, his brutal pace began to slow as his grunts grew louder. You couldn’t think straight as you laid on the cool sheets under both of your hot body’s.
Finally, Shawn came inside you with one final deep thrust. He collapsed against your back, panting.
After a moment he rolled off of you, his hands falling over his bare chest as he looked up at the ceiling. It was then you noticed the rain had stopped almost completely.
“C’mere baby.” His arm reached over to you and you moved to cuddle into his side. His sweet side was back. His hands traced over the skin of your back gently as your tired eyes fluttered shut.
Bobby and Reader getting frisky on the display beds as Clark’s Ottoman Empire, maybe the get caught by Kat or Clark?
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦢་༘࿐
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔𝚑𝑡
The bright florescent lights flickered above you a couple times, going completely black before turning back on. You sat up, startled, even though this was a common occurrence at the store. You were on edge right now since Bobby was over top of you, kissing and sucking on your skin and you did not want to be caught like this.
“Bobby i don’t think this is a good idea.” You said, not actually attempting to protest all that much as Bobby laid you back down on one of the display beds in the very middle of the store.
Leave it up to Bobby to talk you into doing something so stupid that you were risking your jobs in the process.
“Kats on break and Clark’s doing who knows what down stairs.” He reassured you. He was right. Kat wouldn’t be back for a little while and lately it seemed Clark was more interested in whatever was happening on the lower floor than his actual business.
“What about customers?” Bobby just chuckled against your skin. You hadn’t seen a single customer the entire time you’d been open this morning.
Oh well. Whats the worst that could happen.
The mattress underneath you was firmer than your own, made up neatly. It was for show mostly, so it wasn’t all that comfortable. Or maybe that was just the poor quality of it. Bobby pushed some of the many throw pillows that sat at the headboard onto the floor.
“How many of these things does someone need.” Bobby said annoyed. You smiled, pulled him back into you by his collar and kissed him as his hands continued to explore your body.
“Not scared anymore?” He said shocked by your sudden boldness.
“Like you said. Clark’s busy downstairs and Kats on break.”
He smirked, moving your hair from your face and leaning back down to kiss you harder. You could feel his body pressed against yours. His knee went between your legs making you sigh from the feeling.
“Bobby.” your voice was just above a whisper.
“Shh shh shh pretty girl. Gotta be quiet.” he spoke between light kisses on your cheek and jaw.
Your cheeks flushed pink when his tumb traced circles on your leg as his lips went back to connect with yours. His tongue moved around your mouth has he breathed out heavily.
You were so distracted by the feeling of his kisses and his body against yours that neither of you heard the front doors open and close.
“Is this your guys way of testing out the furniture?” Kat’s voice called out.
Bobby rolled of you quickly, running a hand through his now messy hair as he panted.
You sat up, face bright red from embarrassment.
Kat stood in front of you, arms crossed with an unimpressed look on her face.
“Sorry Kat. We got carried away.” You adjusted your top and tried to cover up the marks on your neck and chest.
“That alright. I know this wasn’t your idea.” she glared at Bobby who almost looked proud.
Then she simply walked away.
Bobby turned to you and laughed. You pushed him gently and he fell backwards against the pillows.
“It’s not funny Bobby! Thats so embarrassing.” You covered your face with your hands.
“Awh come on babe. At least it wasn’t Clark.” He got up off the bed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
You shook your head standing up to make the bed again.
Pleaseeee write more Shawn Heard. Specifically him corrupting sweet reader gf and making her beg for him
🩰 ˖ꫂ᭪݁ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦢་༘࿐ 𓏲ּ𝄢
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑣, 𝑐𝚑𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠𝚑𝑖𝑝?, 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔𝚑𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥
You were too good for Shawn and both of you knew it. Before him you were a sweet, innocent girl who hadn’t done anything more than kiss a couple of guys during spin the bottle. Shawn on the other hand was more experienced and as your friends told you, dangerous.
He wasn’t exactly dangerous. Sure he could get angry sometimes, especially when he was drunk, but he had a hard life and you understand that. Plus, you knew he’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you.
You didn’t care about your differences in experience either. That didn’t matter to you. He treated you right for the most part. The only conflict that was frequently brought up was sex.
You were still a virgin despite Shawn’s persistent attempts to change that. Sometimes he’d get a bit too touchy when you were making out and you’d have to remind him you weren’t ready to take that next step. He’d usually brush it off but you could tell it upset him. Made him mad even.
When you’d go swimming with him in the lake, he’d blame you for provoking him by wearing a “tiny, sexy bikini” which was never your goal. It was slowly killing him though, not being able to be with you like that. This didn’t change anything about your relationship though. After all, all guys are like that you thought.
He would never admit it, but at the same time, he kind of liked how innocent you were even if it meant he had to repress any sexual desires. He saw you as something he could protect and maybe even corrupt. Something he had all to himself. He wanted to be your first. The one to take away that sweet innocence.
You were seated in the passenger seat of Shawn’s parked truck, sipping an ice cold diet coke as he smoked a cigarette, blowing the smoke out the window as the breeze carried it. His hand was placed possessively on your thigh, something he instinctively did whenever he was around you. His hands were on you at all times in one way or another. Holding your waist, an arm around your shoulder or his hand rested on your thigh like it was now. He needed people to know you were his. And when people weren’t around to see it, he needed you to know you were his and his only.
He tapped of the ash from his cigarette out the window. Rock music played quietly on the radio as you took your final sip of your drink.
“I’m bored.” You whined, leaning your head back against the headrest and tilting it to look at your boyfriend.
Shawn turned to look at you, a smirk growing on his face and you swear you could see the moment the idea entered his mind as his hand inched farther up your thigh. He put the cigarette to his lips, inhaling once more before putting it out in an ash tray that was already full of half smoked cigarettes. He leaned over kissing you.
“I have some ideas.” He said lowly, his lips moving to kiss down your neck.
“Shawn.” You pushed away his hand which was getting dangerously close to slipping under your skirt.
“Come on baby you’re killing me.” He leaned back into his seat running as hand through his hair. His eyes almost looked desperate but mostly his face told you he was getting impatient.
You paused for a moment, looking down at your hands as you fidgeted with the hem of your denim skirt. Shawn waited for you to speak, eye brows knitted together with a mix of disappointment and frustration for a second before sighing and shaking his head.
He gripped the steering wheel tight, jaw clenched as he reached to turn the keys to start the truck but you stopped him.
“Wait Shawn?” You said hesitantly. You didn’t want him to be mad at you.
“What?” He looked up at you, hints of anger in his voice. You could tell his patience was wearing thin.
“I think.. I want too.” Your voice felt small. You could see a smile growing on shawn’s face as his eyes lit up. His emotion changed immediately. You swore you never saw him so happy. And as long as he was happy, you were too.
You had thought about it a lot lately. You both had been dating for a while plus you weren’t trying to stay a virgin till you were 30 or wait till marriage or anything. So you decided it was time.
“That’s great baby. That’s great. God i’m gonna take such good care of you.” His hand went back to your thigh instantly, his voice seductive and low as he spoke.
“You’re gonna make up for all this time i’ve been waiting.” He mumbled like he was saying it to himself. His other hand cupped your cheek roughly as he captured your lips in an aggressive kiss.
He broke the kiss, licking his lips to taste yours as his eyes scanned you for a second. In his eyes, you looked so sweet, so precious sitting there. All his. His to ruin. He turned, opening the car door.
“Get in the back.” He motioned to the backseat as he stepped out onto the empty dirt road. There was an urgency to his words. He didn’t want to waste any more time waiting.
You watched him shut the door and quickly get into the back seat. You climbed over, awkwardly, and settled down onto the cool leather seat next to him. You didn’t make the first move.
“Come on. Don’t be shy.” He leaned into you again. The instant his lips touched yours you could tell it was a different kind of kiss. He was more passionate, more desperate after all this time of waiting. And now he finally had you.
Your heart was beating out of your chest, a mix of anticipation and excitement. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as his hands explored every inch of your body. Places only Shawn had ever touched.
He laid you down on the seats, his hands trailing up your shirt to touch your skin. He softly kneaded your breast making you part your lips slightly. This was about as far as things ever got. He was half expecting you to push him away as he started to pull your top over your head. But you didn’t. You looked up with him with big eyes, waiting for his next move as his rough hands continued groping you.
The chain around his neck dangled in front of your face, the light hitting it so it reflected bright gold. Your fingers ran over his tattoo that peeked out from under his shirt.
“Should i take this off?” He grabbed at the fabric of his tank top and you nodded shyly.
“I wanna hear you say it baby.” He rubbed your thigh delicately with his thumb. He knew what he was doing making you say it despite his sweet tone.
“Please take it off Shawn.” he smirked as he removed his tank top, tossing it along with yours on the car floor.
“You’re so cute.” He smiled and leaned back down kissing your neck again as your hands ran through his hair.
You could feel his warm skin against yours now. It felt much more intimate being so close to him. You could feel how hard he already was pressed against your thigh. The thought of it was making you wet.
“I’ve waited so long for this.” He said between kisses trailing down your body before stopping at your skirt.
“Can i take this off baby?” He said looking up at you from between your legs. The sight of him like this was magnetic. The way his hair fell over his eyes messily, his chain against his sun kissed skin.
You nodded giving him permission but he shook his head.
“Come on. Words babe.” He patted your thigh. Your cheeks were flushed with a shade of pink only Shawn could cause.
“You can take it off.”
“Atta girl.” His hands fled to the waistband, pulling it down slowly revealing your already soaked panties.
“So wet for me already. Such a dirty girl.” He tsked, licking his lips at the sight.
“You want me to touch you baby?” His mouth was just inches away from your cunt. You wanted him so bad.
“Please Shawn!” You said a little louder now. He looked shocked for a moment at your boldness and a dangerous smirk tugged at his lips.
He brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing you through the fabric. You felt like you might die right then and there as he rubbed tiny circles into you. You whimpered, trying not to make noise out of embarrassment.
“I wanna hear you doll. Lemme hear how much you want it.” His tumb picked up its pace.
“Please Shawn I wanna feel you.” You moaned out, embarrassment subsiding as he made you forget it by the way he toyed with your sensitive clit.
“Ok, ok. I got you baby.” The loss of his touch made you sigh and you were about to protest but stopped when you heard the sound of his belt as he started undoing his jeans. You watched him carefully. He looked beautiful over top of you, shirtless and smiling down as he kicked off the denim.
He kissed you again quickly before his fingers slipped into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down harshly. He look at you for a second. Dripping just for him. He inhaled sharply.
“So fucking pretty.” He mumbled out ad he ran his finger through your glistening folds gently, eyes never leaving the sight of your arousal.
“Please Shawn.” You whined.
“I need you.” He gave into your pleads, freeing himself from his boxers as he lined himself up with you entrance. But he didn’t push into you yet.
“Tell me how badly you want it baby. Tell me you want me to ruin you and your sweet innocence.” He grunted out as he rubbed his tip against your aching cunt.
“Please, please shawn. I need it so bad. I want you to ruin me. Please.” You weren’t even exactly sure what you were saying as the need to feel him inside you had taken over your mind almost completely.
Finally, with one sharp thrust he entered you. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulder.
“It’ll only hurt for a sec.” He said through shaky breaths as he stroked the side of your face soothingly.
He stayed inside you for a moment, unmoving as he let you adjust to him. It took everything in him not to fuck you how he had imagined late at night.
“You can move now.” You squeaked out, your grip on his shoulders loosening as your body relaxed under his.
He started slow at first, rolling his hips down into yours deeper each time. His hands grabbed at your chest as he sucked at your neck, groaning into your soft skin.
You moaned, arching off the car seat into him, your head pressed back against the leather as your eyes fluttered open and shut. Heat radiated off of his body as he held you tightly against him.
“So tight. So perfect.” He mumbled against your neck as he left bite marks making you cry out his name.
He had waited so long for this. So many nights of coming from his own hand wishing it was you, dreaming about how you could feel around him. air was even better than he imagined. He had to try hard not to come immediately.
His pace picked up a bit as your legs wrapped around his waist trying to pull him into you deeper. His hand went to your neck, squeezing gently. You swore you were seeing stars.
“You feel so good. All mine baby.” He continued whispering praises in your ear but you could barley here what he was saying as your orgasm approached quickly.
He moved his hand down to circle your clit again which was enough to make you come right then. You moaned out his name as you felt your body shake against him.
“Fuck.” He breathed out thrusting into you once more before pulling out and coming onto your stomach.
He breathed heavily as he reached down grabbing his tank top to wipe off the mess on your stomach. Then, he pulled you into him, holding you against his warm body as you recovered from your release.
“You good?” He asked running his hand down your back.
You nodded leaning your head against his chest feeling the rise and fall of his with each breath.
can we get more fingers in mouth… 😅😅
𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑦𝑒𝑠!! 𝑤𝚑𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒? 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝚑 𝑤𝚑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓!
🦢🩰🪽
dryhumping w bobby?
🪽𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱
⊹ ࣪𐙚꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱｡⋆🩰 ₊˚⊹ ʚɞ ˖ ࣪ . 🦢 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .
ꪆৎ: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝚑𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐𝚑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑑𝑟𝑦 𝚑𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔
Voices from whatever was playing on the tv were drowned out as soon as Bobby had leaned over on the couch, kissing you like a starved man. This happened every time the two of you tried watching a movie. He could never keep it in his damn pants. Not that you minded though. The feeling of his hands on your body and his lips on yours was much more enjoyable than a boring movie.
Bobby hummed into the kiss pulling your body on to his lap as he sat back against the couch, his hands planted firmly on your hips. Your hand held the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling it gently making him groan into your mouth.
You didn’t mean too, but you shifted your hips slightly against his, trying to get comfortable in the new position. He groaned again, louder this time at the feeling.
“Sorry.” You breathed out, breaking the kiss for only a second.
“Don’t be sorry.” He barely moved his lips from your to speak.
so, naturally, you rolled your hips against his again, earning a whimper from him this time.
“Fuck baby.” His lips went to your neck, starting to leave visible marks that you would worry about covering later. Right now you just wanted to feel him.
The denim of his jeans pressed against you in just the right way as you continued to grind down on his lap.
“Bobby, Bobby.” You breathed out his name as he continued kissing your neck which was now covered in bite marks and hickeys.
“That feel good baby?” He held your hips, moving them against him as he made eye contact with you. You nodded quickly before letting out a moan which he captured in his mouth with a rough kiss. His tongue swirled around your own, occasionally biting your bottom lip.
Bobby had completed taken control now. Moving your hips down into his with his strong hands. You could feel his erection despite the tight fabric between the two of you. You could also feel a wet patch forming on his lap, a mix of your wetness and his pre cum.
“I’m gonna come just from this baby.” He grunted out jerking his hips up slighty to meet yours.
That familiar feeling began building in your core as you desperately tried to roll your hips some more.
Bobby pulled your chest against him, the two of you panting harder as his one hand stroked up and down your back. The other holding your thigh in a way you were sure was going to leave a bruise. He kissed your shoulder gently compared to how he was treating your neck earlier. You were both getting close. Bobby breathed heavily with the occasional whimper and groan while your moans were muffled every time he kissed you.
The kiss became messier and the roll of your hips slowed as you came undone on top of bobby, him following seconds later. He cursed under his breath against the warm skin of your neck, squeezing your hip to the point it almost hurt you. You moaned out his name, letting out small gasps as your body went limp in his.
Your head fell to his shoulder as you attempted to catch your breath. He ran his hand from the back of your head down to your lower back soothingly, holding you close to him.
“You’re amazing.” He pressed light, gentle kisses to your skin.
can you do some sort of continuation of cam girl or something like that with bobby franklin because i love my slutty little crop top boy with his slutty little camera filming his girl (like lowkey it could just be reader getting herself off on the camera as like bobby instructs her on what to do (she is most definitely camera shy at first but gets more into it)) but as it progresses bobby starts fingering her instead
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 𓏲ּ𝄢⋆.𐙚 ̊
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥 (𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑥
The cool floral sheets felt refreshing against your skin, a small relief from the summer heat. Even with the windows open, the room remained warm. A gentle breeze drifted through, blowing the lace curtains.
Bobby sat against the headboard, his shirt discarded somewhere on the floor. A camcorder rested in his hands as he scrolled through old recordings, most of them featuring you. A thin layer of sweat coated his body making it shiver in the light.
You lay sprawled across the foot of the bed, dressed in as little as possible in an attempt to escape the heat. It wasn't helping much. You head hung slightly off of the edge of the bed facing a fan that blew your hair slightly.
"It's so hot," you whined, rolling onto your stomach.
Bobby didn't respond. He only smiled at the camcorder's screen.
"Look at this one." Sitting up straighter, he turned the camera toward you.
"Hmm?" Your voice came out muffled against the mattress. Without lifting your head, you turned slightly to look at the screen.
It was a video Bobby had taken at work to help Clark promote the furniture store. In it, you wore a pirate hat with a small stuffed parrot perched on your shoulder.
You fought back a grin and gently pushed the camera away.
"Turn that off." Burying your face in the cool comforter again, you heard Bobby chuckle.
"I think you look cute." He glanced back at the video, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You shook your head against the bed.
There was a pause in your conversation as you heard Bobby replying the tape to watch it again. You rolled your eyes. You could feel him staring at you. His eyes on your exposed skin that your tank top and shorts didn’t cover. Then, he spoke again. “Why don’t we make our own little movie, huh?”
You pushed yourself off the bed with your forearms, interest peaked.
“What kind? You raised as eyebrow and rolled onto your side, facing Bobby who had a smirk plastered on his face.
“You know.” He chewed on his lip, looking at you through his eyebrows. A dangerous glint flashed in his blue eyes.
“One for just us.” Now you were sitting up fully. You kind of knew this topic would come up eventually. Especially with the way he was always filming everything like his camera was attached to his hand or something.
“Like a sex tape?” You questioned hesitantly.
“I don’t know. Something like that.”
You weren’t exactly sure how to respond. You trusted Bobby obviously but this idea was a new concept to you. Any intimate moments between the two of you were only ever witnessed by the two of you. Adding a camera was intimidating but you didn’t hate it.
“You can start by taking off those clothes. You said you’re hot right?” the smirk on his face told you he was serious about this.
“I don’t know Bobby…” you fidgeted with the fabric of your lace tank top.
“What are you camera shy?”
You looked up at him again. His piercing eyes were staring right at you as he waited for an answer. His hair fell over his forehead, small peices sticking because of the heat. You could see his muscles tense as he moved closer to you.
“It’ll be fun.” He rubbed your thigh gently.
“Ok. I’ll do it.” You nodded looking up at him with doe eyes.
“Great. You won’t regret this baby.” He placed a quick kiss to your forehead before grabbing the camera off the bed behind him.
“What am i supposed to do.” You sat up at the edge of the bed while bobby stood in front of you, camera ready in hand. He looked excited as his eyes traced your body through the camera screen.
“Why don’t you take that off.” He nodded his head at your top.
You shifted in your seat awkwardly as your fingertips pulled up the bottom of your top, revealing more skin inch by inch. Bobbys wide eyes never left your body. The cool air from the fan hit your skin once it was fully removed, leaving you in only your bra. Your eyes looked to the camera lens, feeling exposed in front of it. You didn’t even like photos of your face.
“It’s ok baby it’s just for me.” Bobby reassured you again, giving you a bit more confidence.
The camera zoomed in to trail over your body as Bobby gave u a hum of approval. You could tell he wanted to reach out and touch you by the way he was switching the camera between hands. Your cheeks and chest flushed pink from a mix of the heat and how flustered you were.
“Keep going baby.” His voice was low as he nodded slowly, licking his lips.
You reached to your back carfullly to unclasp your lacy pink bra. opening the clap slowly. You pulled the straps down your arms, eyes never leaving the camera. Except for When Bobby moved it away from his face to get a better look at you. You examined his face.
His eyes were wide as he looked down at you on the bed. So beautiful. And all his. Every time he saw you like this he hoped the moment would last forever. He wanted to capture it all in his mind. And new he could.
You looked like an angel straight from heaven. Skin glistening from the heat, hair slightly messy.
“So pretty.” He said under his breath. A small, innocent smile crept onto your face as you revealed yourself to him fully. You looked up at him through your lashes, biting the inside of your cheek.
Finally, he let into his desires and stepped forward standing right in front of you, his legs on either side of one of yours. You stared at his waist which was just inches away before he placed his finger on your chin and tilted your face upwards to the camera. He turned your face, making sure to capture all of your beauty on film. He would put this footage to good use later.
His thumb went to your bottom lip, pulling it down softly. Your touch touched his thumb subtly Your mouth curved into a small smile and he chuckled softly. Then his fingers ran down your throat and across your collarbones to your chest, squeezing your breast tenderly. He inhaled sharply and you could see the crotch of his pants getting tighter.
You shivered under his touch despite the warmth of the bedroom. The only sounds were the quiet whirring of the camera and the rhythm of your shaky breaths. You whimpered softly as his thumb grazed your nipple. His eyes were squinted and focused.
“Lay back for me angel.” You obliged, lying back. You felt the soft blankets touch your bare skin as you settled into them comfortably, the camera and Bobby’s eyes never leaving your body as you did.
His hand left your chest as he stepped back just enough for you to protest.
“It’s ok, im still here.” You leaned back again as the camera hovered over you. You scooted back to the middle of the bed.
“You wanna take these off?” He asked sweetly, taking the fabric of your shorts between two of your fingers and you nodded quickly, hands flying to the waist band.
Any embarrassment or unsure feelings left as soon as you felt Bobby’s hands on you. Touching you so carefully like you could break, like you were made of porcelain.
You slipped your thumbs under the hem of the shorts, lifting your hips as you slowly pulled them down your thighs. Your panties matched your bra, pink and lacy, barely leaving anything to Bobby’s imagination.
If you weren’t exposed before, you were now. Laid out on the bed in only your underwear with Bobby over you filming it all.
“Touch yourself for me, pretty.” his voice was different now. Lower and dripping with lust. He let out a shaky breath as he watched your hand move down towards the wetness already visible through the thin fabric. The camera followed your fingers as your began to rub yourself in slow circles.
Little whimpers fell from your plump lips that Bobby made sure the camera was picking up. Your hips moved as your back arched slightly off the bed. You almost couldn’t take the heat.
“Atta girl.” Bobby breathed heavily as he watched you, eyes stuck to your circling fingers as you writhed in front of him.
“Please Bobby. I wanna feel you.” You begged, half whine, half moan.
“You gotta be patient baby.” The camera panned back up to your face. Your eyes fluttered open to look into it before rolling back as your mouth opened, letting out a moan mixed with his name.
You moved your fingers in a quicker pace over the lace, imagining it was Bobby who was touching you instead. His fingers always felt better than yours. At this point, you had completely forgotten about the camera still taping your every movement. You were lost in the feeling of your approaching orgasm and every praise demand Bobby said as he watched you.
“Please.” You said again, softer this time as your mind became fuzzy.
“Take these off for me. hmm? he said quickly. You could tell by his voice he was having trouble holding back as he grew harder at the sight of you.
Your stopped your movement and slipped your fingers under your panties pulling them off. They reached your ankles and Bobby snatched them off you, putting them in his pocket.
“Bobby.” You giggled and he smirked back.
Your eyes drifted back to the camera and the nervousness was back. Your thighs closed instinctively, hiding yourself from the recording.
“Don’t be shy sweetheart.” the camera shook in his hands as he looked down at how wet you were, groaning at the sight.
If he didn’t have any self control he would be on top of you right now, kissing and touching all over your body.
His hand crept down to your thigh, moving it apart from the other to show all of you to the camera.
“Fuck.” He groaned under his breath, pressing his lips together.
“Touch yourself some more. Show how wet you are for the camera baby.” you sighed at the loss of his soft touch but moved your fingers back down to rub yourself again. The feeling was much more intense now that the layer of your underwear had been removed, and you could feel just how wet you really were.
The shape of your mouth shaped into an O as your eyes shut tightly, back arched fully off of the mattress now.
“Bobby!” You moaned his name as you slipped a finger inside.
“That’s right. So good baby.” His voice was shaking with each word as he nodded his head in approval.
You were getting tired now. The combination of the hot room and how worked up you were was exhausting. Your fingers slowed their pace as you panted, chest rising and falling.
“Bobby please.” You squeaked out, squirming on the bed.
“Don’t worry i got you angel.” Bobby switched the camera to his other hand and stepped towards you again.
His hand snaked down your waist all the way to your own hand, replacing it as he rubbed your clit slowly at first. You moaned louder, hands fisting the fabric of the sheets as you repeated his name over and over again like a prayer. The camera followed his movements, his fingers touching the wetness between your thighs.
Two of his fingers entered you, a stretch compared to your one. His pace was steady as he curled his fingers inside you, reaching were yours couldn’t.
“So fucking pretty.” The camera moved down to his working fingers as he opened you up.
His movements stopped for a moment.
“Hold this for me baby.” He turned the camera to face himself, holding it out for you to take it. You reached out, grabbing it with shaky hands.
“Keep it steady for me.” He nodded as his fingers rubbed over the outside of your thigh. Then, he looked to the camera lens and winked before kneeling on the bed between your legs.
His fingers started again with the same pace as before. You tried to keep the camera still as your back arched, hips moving forward to feel him more.
He leaned down pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. Then closer and closer till his mouth was on your cunt, licking and suckling at your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you.
You were a mess. Moaning his name, bucking up your hips to meet his face, using your free hand to grab at his hair. You weren’t even sure if you were getting any of this on camera you were so fucked out.
“Eyes on me.” Bobby said against your cunt sending vibrations up to your stomach.
Your eyes flicked open, meeting his as he made out with your clit. That was enough to send you over the edge. Your hips jerked up one last time to press against his touch before you sunk into the sheets. The camera fell from your hands and Bobby picked it up, pointing it towards your tired face.
“You did so good for me baby.” He moved a strand off hair from your face before the camera shut off. He placed it on your nightstand before climbing onto the bed.
“Come here.” He said pulling your limp body up onto his lap. Your head nuzzled into his bare chest. stop didn’t care about the heat anymore because all you could think about was what just happened.
“You ok?” He kissed your forehead gently looking down at your tired face. You nodded giving him a smile of reassurance.
“Can i have a copy of the tape?” You spoke quietly and Bobby chuckled.
“Hell yeah you can.” He squeezed your arm and you smiled again contently.
masterlist <3
ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑣, 𝑐𝚑𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎?, 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑
“That’s my girl.” Shawn breathed out, thrusting into you harshly as you laid underneath him, utterly exhausted from the way he was fucking you.
Your legs wrapped around his waists tightly, pulling his hips down into yours so you could feel every perfect inch of him.
“Such a good fucking girl.” He grunted, licking a falling tear from your rosy cheek.
Your head tilted back and your mouth opened to let out a moan but Shawn quickly covered your mouth with his hand. It almost hurt.
“Gotta be quiet for me baby. Can you do that for me?” His thrusts slowed for a moment. He was right. Your parents were asleep just down the hall and you couldn’t afford to wake them after how many times your dad lectured you on how Shawn was a bad influence and how you deserved someone better.
There was no one better though. You truly believed that. Sure he had his problems but he could be really sweet when he wanted too. Right now though, all you could think about was how good he felt inside you.
You nodded, looking at him with doe eyes that made him melt.
“Fuck.” His head went to the crook of your neck as his hand fell from your mouth down to hold your neck just below your jaw.
“You feel so fucking good.” Your teeth bit down lightly on his shoulder in an attempt to muffle the sounds threatening to leave your lips.
Despite Shawn’s demands that you keep quiet, he wasn’t doing that great of a job himself. Praises and curses fell from his mouth just above a whisper as he fucked you into the mattress. You prayed your parents wouldn’t hear the quiet creek of the wooden bed frame.
He pressed messy, wet kisses to your shoulder and neck. You could feel his teeth grazing your skin as he brought his hand down to circle your clit, making you arch off of the bed, pressing your body up further into his. His skin was hot to the touch and glimmering with beads of sweat. His eyebrows were knit tightly together, lips parted and glossy from kissing yours.
“Shawn..” you said as quietly as you could. It was killing you to keep so quiet especially since he was making you feel so good.
“I know baby.” He nodded looking into your eyes as he wiped away another tear with the pad of his thumb.
Your nails scratched down his back and he could already imagine the red lines they would leave to match the marks he left on your neck and chest to claim you as his.
Your release hit you like a truck as his fingers rubbed at your sensitive pearl, continuing his pace of brutal thrusts. With three more rolls of his hips he came as well, grunting quietly into the side of your neck.
He rolled off of you, lying down on the bed next to your trembling body. The rise and fall of your chests were almost in perfect sync as he reached over brushing your messy hair from your face.
“I love you.” He pulled you into his chest, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead.
“Love you too.” You curled into his arms as a small, tired smile appeared on your lips.
₊˚⊹ 🪽𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹ 𝚑𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝚑𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝚑 𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝚑𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑠 °❀⋆.🚬ೃ࿔*:･
ꪆৎ: 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝚑 𝑠𝚑𝑎𝑤𝑛
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝚑𝑎𝑤𝑛’𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝚑𝑜𝑙𝑒
Your boyfriend lay stretched out on the dock, a half-smoked blunt hanging loosely between his fingers, his other arm thrown lazily across his chest. The lake water lapped softly against the wood beneath him, and the sun beat down from above without a cloud in sight. He brought the blunt to his lips and inhaled slowly, holding the smoke for a moment before letting it settle in his lungs.
You watched him from your seat on a cooler he had filled with cold beers. Leaning back on your hands, you tilted your face toward the warmth of the sun, enjoying the heat against your skin. Your cheeks were already sun-kissed from spending the day outside.
He turned his head toward you, red eyes squinting against the bright sun. A crooked smirk tugged at his lips as he exhaled a cloud of smoke in your direction.
“You want some, babe?” He lifted the blunt toward your face. He already knew the answer. You never smoked. Especially not weed. Still, he offered it every time.
“You know I don’t like that stuff.” You waved away the smoke gathering in front of you and scrunched your nose at the smell.
He laughed under his breath and dropped his head back onto the dock, bringing the blunt to his lips again.
“Such a good girl.” His voice dripped with mockery.
You immediately kicked him in the side.
“Ow, what the hell?” He sat up quickly and turned toward you. His jaw clenched dramatically, trying to look annoyed, and you burst into laughter. Scooting backward, you tried to put some distance between the two of you, but he was faster. His hand shot out and wrapped around your ankle.
His grip was firm, too firm for you to pull away.
“Shawn!” Ignoring your protests, he stood up and flicked the blunt into the water. It hissed briefly before disappearing beneath the surface. Before you could react, he bent down and scooped you up into his arms.
Your laughter only grew louder.
“You think you're funny, huh?” There was a smirk spread across his face that completely contradicted the irritation in his voice.
He carried you toward the edge of the dock. The water below shimmered beneath the hot sun.
“Shawn, no!” Your hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as you kicked your legs helplessly. You weren’t laughing anymore.
“Put me down!”
“You asked for it.” His grin widened.
The next second, Cold water swallowed you with a loud splash.
“Oh my god!” You surfaced immediately, gasping as water dripped from your face and hair. The shock sent a chill through your entire body.
Shawn stood at the edge of the dock looking completely unbothered. He had already pulled a cigarette from his pocket and was lighting it as if he hadn't just thrown you into a lake.
“Aw, did you get wet?” He looked down at you with a grin that made you want to drown him.
“It’s not funny, Shawn.” You swam back to the dock and pulled yourself onto the rough wood. Water streamed from your clothes, leaving puddles beneath your feet. sighing, you peeled your soaked T-shirt over your head and tossed it beside you.
The second you looked up, you caught Shawn staring at your chest. Not even trying to hide it.
“Asshole.” You crossed your arms over your chest and sat back down, hoping the sun would dry you off before you froze to death.
“I’m sorry, baby. Come on, it was just a joke.” The apology wasn't entirely convincing. His grin still lingered as he stepped closer and knelt in front of you, placing a warm hand on your thigh.
Your wet hair clung to your shoulders and back, droplets sliding down your skin. Another breeze rolled across the lake, and you shivered.
“I’m cold now.” You shot him a glare, but it lacked any real bite.
Shawn's expression softened slightly. He rubbed his hand up and down your thigh, trying to warm you up.
“Aw you’re ok.” He said it like he was telling you rather than reassuring.
“Come here.” He held you by your waist as you moved across the dock into his arms. Sure you were pissed at him, but you were also freezing and in need of some warmth. You’d get him back later.
“All better?” He asked kissing the back of your head.
You nodded in response.
“Don’t think i’m not still mad at you. Watch your back.” You said trying to sound intimidating but the sound of your chattering teeth kind of ruined it.
“Oh i’m sure you will.” He smirked rubbing your back as he took a drag from his cigarette.
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𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥 (𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠
You felt the warmth of his lips slowly trailing down your neck to your collar bone, your fingers tangled in his blonde hair to guide him down. He pressed soft, wet kisses to your warm skin.
“mm Bobby.” You breathed out, evidence of annoyance in your tone at how long he had been teasing you for.
“Be patient for me angel.” He pressed a kiss above your breast while looking up at you with those bright, blue eyes. You couldn’t protest when he looked at you like that.
Your head fell back against the cold fabric of the pillow and your eyes fell shut as a small whimper excited your lips. You could feel Bobby’s mouth curve up into a satisfied grin against your skin.
His hand traced across your stomach and to your back, lifting it slightly off the bed to allow him access to your bra clasp. He easily opened it and quickly removed the lace from your body. He sat up, kneeling over you on the bed to admire your body, biting his lip as his eyes changed into a look of need.
“You’re so beautiful.” He rubbed circles on the soft skin of your thigh before leaning back down to kiss the now exposed areas of your skin.
“So, so beautiful.” He said between kisses.
His lips had reached just below your bellybutton now and you were needing him more than ever. But of course, Bobby wouldn’t let up on teasing you. He loved watching you squirm under his touch, and the little sounds you would make, or how you would beg him too touch you. It was a type of adrenaline nothing else could recreate.
“Please Bobby.” You whined, running your fingers through his hair to get a better look at his face.
His lips were pink and slightly glossy, pupils blown wide just from kissing you. His mouth turned to a smile again.
“Since you asked so nicely.” He kissed the inside of your thigh making butterflies take over your stomach immediately.
Then, he pressed a light kiss to your core, still covered by a thin layer of your lace panties. That small amount of stimulation made you throw back your head, arching your back off of the bed.
You heard Bobby chuckle and then slip a finger into the waistband of your underwear. He began to slowly pull it down your legs.
“Come on Bobby. Please. I need you.” Now you were really begging for him. You would have been embarrassed if you weren’t so needy for him right now.
“I know baby. You’re being so good for me.” He kissed your other thigh. His praise only exemplified the want for his mouth against you.
Finally he connected his lips to wear you needed him most. Pressing a kiss to your clit making you jump slightly. You moaned at the feeling as he continued to suck and lick at it.
“Bobby!” Your hands gripped his hair harshly, tugging at it unintentionally. He groaned at the feeling, sending vibrations into your skin.
His mouth was so warm against you, his hands so firmly holding your waist keeping you in place for him. Your thighs attempted to close together around his head, but he moved his hand to pin them back to the mattress.
“Tastes so good baby. So sweet.” He slurred, barely separating his mouth from you. You could only moan in response which encouraged him further.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as your tried moving your hips to grind against his face, but his hold on you was too strong and right now you were weak from the pleasure he was creating.
Little hums and whimpers fell from his mouth as he licked your sweet cunt. You could see his own hips grinding against the bed, trying to get some sort of friction. It turned you on even more knowing that he was enjoying himself so much just from eating you out.
You could feel your stomach start to flutter as your release grew closer. Bobby mumbled praises in between your thighs, seemingly drunk off of your taste. You watched his eyebrows knit together as his hands pressed harder into the flesh of your thighs, definitely hard enough to leave a mark.
The roll of his hips against the bed began to become unsteady as his whimpers grew louder, matching your own moans and the squeak of the bed. Your nails dug into the sheets, fisting them tightly as pleasure finally hit your body like a wave.
“Fuck.” Bobby whined, voice shaking.
Your body trembled from pleasure as you both road out our highs.
Your body went limp as small breaths fell from your lips. You looked to bobby whose hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat. His cheek was rested against your stomach and you could feel his breath hitting your skin as he exhaled.
“Shit.” He ran his fingers through his hair. He sat back, looking down. you looked down to his pants. There was a slightly darker spot and your face turned to a smile instantly as you let out a tired laugh.
“Don’t laugh at me. This is your fault you know” A smile tugged at his glossy lips, breathing heavily.
“It’s not my fault you taste so damn good.” He gave into the smile, leaning down to kiss you. You could taste yourself in his mouth as his tongue met yours.
“Let’s get cleaned up.” He got up, patting your cheek with his palm before leaving the bedroom.
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