My get to know me even tho idk how to do this but hii
☆Name:Olivia but u can call me Livi or Liv
☆Pronons:she/her
☆bisexual
☆Birthday-October 19 ,2006 libra:)
☆My lil obsessions basically: adventure time ,mlp ,arcane,minecraft,tlou,stardew valley,but I'm a cheerleader ,aggtm,fran bow ,life is strange,hozier ,boygenius,taylor swift,girl in red ,cm ,house md,perks of being a wallflower
Boundaries-if your homophobic ,racist or support pedos then simply dont follow me at all :)
☆My hobbies are drawing and reading and ofc gaming :)☆
My fav things☆- drinks-dr pepper ,lemonade,Pepsi,boba, food;strawberrys,pasta,sushi
WARNINGS | explicit language, explicit sexual content, smoking (weed), sam is sort of whiny about condoms, oral (f receiving), making out, breast/nipple play, grinding, non-penetrative sex
SYNOPSIS I sleeping over at sam’s usually entails the following: a lack of sleep, a lot of sex, and a few annoyances in between.
A/N I fear not, the over-use of em-dashes has always been my style and i have never (and will never) use AI. i’ve also never written for sam before so i hope this is interesting!! i got this idea in the middle of the night and wrote it in one sitting instead of doing my homework :(
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MASTERLIST | STARDEW VALLEY MASTERLIST
3:26 AM.
That’s what the blinking symbols read in neon green as you squint at Sam’s digital clock. It sits on his nightstand, with a thick layer of dust that has accumulated over its flat top — the only area where the dust has been disturbed is over the button that snoozes said clock.
It’s not uncommon for Sam to reach over and smack the “off” button rather than rising immediately in the morning. His aim is precise, perfected by years of snoozing and running late.
The clock’s brightness is turned up high, and you know you can’t truly fall asleep when there’s an eerie green glow that paints your closed eyelids green every time you try. Instead, you lay in Sam’s bed, motionless, listening to him snore lightly. Part of you wants to shift, turn the other way, but then you’ll be facing Sam — and that’s a level of intimacy that you know is a slippery slope.
Especially when it comes to situationships.
Especially when it comes to Sam.
Maybe there’s a deeper reason that you’re fixated on this stupid clock every time you sleep over. Maybe it’s reminiscent of the fact that your time with Sam isn’t perceivable; there isn’t any permanence. Or maybe it’s just because it’s one of the things that’s preventing you from falling asleep.
You make a choice — you turn over, facing Sam instead of the nightstand and the glowing green clock.
Much to your surprise, as you settle and look at Sam’s face — expecting him to be fast asleep — he’s looking back at you, bleary-eyed and sleepy, but awake. It makes you jolt a little, surprised and a little embarrassed that he’s been watching you without your knowledge. Not that you’d been doing anything weird — just the fact that you’d been perceived without initially knowing it.
While you’re ruminating on this — and it feels like hours more than seconds, the latter of which it must be in reality — Sam’s tired expression slowly shifts into an amused one, a smirk coming onto his face as he pulls you in closer. His hands are warm and dry as they slip behind you, gripping your waist and squeezing gently. As if he’s making sure that you’re real, tangible.
You are, of course, and you can’t help but lean into his touch. It comes so naturally, shifting closer to him and slotting your body against his. One of your legs hooks over his hip, pulling his lower half flush to yours. It reminds you that you’re both still unclothed from the waist down.
“Hey you.” His voice sounds raspy, thick with sleep and light dehydration. He inhales deeply, burying his face in your neck and squeezing your waist again. His hands start to travel upwards, slowly, mirroring his grogginess. “How long have you been up?”
“Just a bit,” you respond, not wanting to tell him that you never sleep when you stay over at his place.
Not that it’s personal. But the annoying clock and the stillness of the air in the room and the uncertainty all mixed together, along with other things you can’t think of at the moment, are all reasons that come to mind to explain it. None of which sound reasonable nor nice, so why bring it up?
Sam chuckles lowly, reaching over you to grab his cart. He fumbles for a moment before you hear his nails scrape on the surface of the nightstand, and he grabs it. For a brief moment his face is illuminated with neon purple as he hits it, and you see his dilated pupils as his gaze fixates on you. Your gaze drifts between his eyes and his lips, which are slightly chapped as they suck at the mouthpiece of the device.
He finally pulls the cart away from his lips and puts it down, using the same hand to gently cup your face. His touch immediately relaxes you, and you nuzzle into his palm slightly as he thumbs at your cheek. His thumb slowly traces over your cheekbone, your jawline, before he places it over the center of your lips, gently pulling the lower one down to wordlessly ask you to part them for him. You oblige, your jaw slackening slightly as your lips part, and he exhales the smoke into your mouth, grinning as he watches your eyelids flutter.
“Good girl,” he mutters, before pulling you into a searing kiss.
He tastes like sleep, like weed, a little bit like the Joja cola that he’d chugged before falling asleep in your arms a few hours ago. That — the quintessential taste of Sam — ignites something within you once again, and you kiss him back with such fervor that he moans desperately against your lips as you shove your tongue past his.
You feel his grip on your ass now, squeezing your cheeks and pulling your crotch flush to his. His cock, half hard now, twitches against your cunt, the warmth of it sticky from your previous rounds as well as the new precum beginning to leak from his tip.
“I don’t have any more condoms…” he whines, pulling away from the kiss to start nipping at your jawline and neck. “We used all of ‘em earlier…”
There’s a slight hopefulness in his voice that annoys you. You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, which is sticky with gel and hairspray and who knows what else, and tug on the stiff strands roughly, pulling his lips off of the tender spot on your neck. A new bruise is already forming where he was attached, dark and purple and glaring.
“You know what that means,” you growl, the annoyance clear in your voice.
Sam whimpers, lowering his gaze guiltily. He hadn’t explicitly asked — but that hopeful tone was enough.
He wanted to fuck you so badly. Wanted to fuck you even more without a condom, but you wouldn’t let him. And he was usually such a good boy, listening and not really minding. But now? Right now?
He needed nothing more than to be buried balls-deep inside of your tight, hot cunt. The mere thought of it makes his cock so hard it hurts, and you can feel it twitching violently against your upper thigh. He can’t help but buck his hips, grinding his aching length against your smooth skin as he lets out another desperate, choked whine.
“I-I’m sorry… ‘M sorry… Just need so you bad… So fucking bad…” he moans, his hips moving of their own accord. His cheeks burn with shame, and as he buries his face in your chest you can feel the heated flesh against yours. He starts kissing and biting at your breasts, above your nipples just in case you’re still mad at him — he wants to play it safe. He lets out soft, whimpery mewls as his cock starts gliding against your thigh with more ease, the slickness of his precum easing the sensation.
“You get desperate so quickly,” you marvel, your voice making Sam moan even louder. You reach down to grab his cock, not caring to be too gentle, and you hear him inhale sharply as his hot length throbs in your hand. “It’s a little pathetic. But it’s cute too.”
You turn back around, pressing your plush ass against his crotch — eliciting another eager whimper from the blonde man behind you — and position his cock against your wet slit, so that he’s fucking your thighs while his length is pressed against your slick pussy.
He quickly realizes what’s happening and eagerly starts thrusting again, one hand gripping your hip to guide your movements to be perfectly in sync with his.
“F-fuck… Fuck yes…” he groans, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and encouraging a moan from you too. “Can feel you getting wetter, f-fuck…” He starts thrusting faster, the slightly embarrassing amount of your slick arousing him even further. The sound of it is incredibly lewd, the wet squelching making your cheeks flush with heat as you start to whimper, his tip brushing against your slowly engorging clit with each thrust.
He picks up on this, feeling your squirming every time his hips collide with yours. The hand that’s been gripping your hip moves downward slightly, lifting your thigh and allowing you to hook your leg over his hip once more. You reach down, pressing his cock against your weeping slit with more pressure, and the two of you moan in unison at the surge of pleasure that comes with it.
“K-keep doing that!” he demands, trying to hold a dominant tone but failing as his voice cracks with desperation.
The sticky sounds of skin against skin join the lewd slickness, but you’re too busy fighting the impending feeling of your orgasm. “S-Sam…” you moan, arching your back against him, “‘m f-fucking close…”
“Don’t say it like that,” he begs, the clear pleasure in your voice making his balls tighten up, his own orgasm approaching. He can’t even begin to explain himself before he cums hard, the warm thickness of it erupting into your hand as you guide his thrusts against your pussy. He groans loudly, his hips stuttering against yours but still continuing to buck weakly as you gasp at the sensation.
“That was fast,” you murmur, starting to buck your hips back against his, faster than the rhythm that he’s currently using.
“I didn’t say I was done yet,” he protests, pressing kisses to the back of your neck. He grabs your breast, squeezing tightly as he presses himself flush against you. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
He pouts, sitting up and looking down at you as you lay flat on your back, meeting his gaze. The genuinely remorseful look in his eyes makes you giggle, and you can’t help but pull him back down into a kiss.
“I’m just teasing. You’re always good. I keep coming back for a reason, hm?” you say playfully, lightly. He kisses you again, and you can feel his lips curling into a smile as he does so.
“Mean,” he mumbles, amused, as he starts kissing down your neck, then your chest. He reaches your nipples, his eyelids fluttering for a moment as he truly takes in your gorgeous form. His lips wrap around one of your hardened nipples, his fingers gently pinching at the other. Moaning softly, you tangle your fingers in his tousled blonde locks again, pulling his face closer into your cleavage. He sucks harder on your nipple, his tongue circling it before flicking at it, and you let out a squeal as he bites down gently. He chuckles as he releases your swollen bud from his lips, continuing to kiss down your body, his hands tracing your curves appreciatively.
He pulls away for a moment, the warmth of his touch fading much faster than expected, and you let out a whine, making him quicken his pace. He nudges your legs apart to settle between them, pressing kisses to your lower stomach and shushing you gently, soothing you wordlessly. It makes your face flood with desperate heat once again, to be so obviously eager for him, and for him to be just as obviously hungry for you.
He licks at the dip of your hip, making you twitch and bite your lower lip. He notices, of course, and gives you a shit-eating grin before he trails a long lick from your outer to inner thigh. He inhales deeply as he settles near your pussy too, which makes you bite your lip harder and nudge him with your thigh, as if to say, stop being gross and get on with it.
“I’m obsessed with you,” he groans, the sheer arousal in his voice making your eyes widen and your cunt clench around nothing. It’s the last thing he says before leaning in and licking a fat stripe up the length of your pussy, making your eyes flutter shut as you cry out without even realizing. “Tastes so sweet,” he continues, his voice muffled as it vibrates against your cunt, making your thighs close around his head. He grabs your hips with both of his hands, his eyes rolling back in his head as his senses are overwhelmed with you — you’re all he can smell, taste, see, touch, and smell — and he can’t get enough of it, of you.
His tongue laps at your twitching hole, needy for your sweet slick, not wanting to waste a single drop of your honeyed essence. His nose keeps bumping against your clit as he does this, and he can feel your impatience growing with each teasing rub. Before you can scold him, his own greed makes him give in, and he starts lapping at your neglected clit, making you mewl and tug on his hair, which only encourages him further.
He pulls away for a moment, releasing his grip from your hip with one of his hands to move between your legs, playing with your clit teasingly. He pinches the swollen bud between his thumb and forefinger, grinning when you squirm and arch your back, slurring his name in a way that’s half aroused and half exasperated. He leans in close again, so that you can feel his warm breath on your soaking cunt, as he plays with your sensitive pearl. His fingers gently pull back the hood of your clit, and you cry out as he suckles on the exposed bud directly, the pleasure increasing imminently. Your mind goes fuzzy as he swirls his tongue around your clit, his hands returning to grab your hips and pull you as close as possible as he sucks and licks at your pussy.
“N-no, f-fuck… ‘m gonna cum…!” you slur, thighs twitching around Sam’s head as you start stuttering and rambling, crying out for Sam. He tightens his grip on you, both to ground you and to pull you even closer to his lips as he applies more pressure to your aching cunt with his tongue.
Your orgasm hits you hard — harder than usual because of how long he made you wait for it this time, and how close you’d been before. “F-fuck, Sam!” you sob, bucking your hips against his face and pushing him by the back of his head, closer to your cunt as you ride out your orgasm.
Your grip on his hair loosens and your thighs go slack after a few moments, and you’re left staring at the ceiling, which you now realize is still illuminated with that stupid neon green light. Panting, you look down at Sam, who’s still lazily kissing at your inner thighs. His hands are rubbing your outer thighs, and you can feel the callouses on his fingertips and his palms.
“Can I get a kiss?” you ask, your voice sounding much more tired than you thought it would. Sam immediately looks up at you, his eyes sparkling, and crawls up towards you to kiss you. His lips are warm and slick, and it tastes like your wetness — something you’ve grown accustomed to, the more that you see Sam.
After you break the kiss to catch your breath, Sam slumps against your chest, putting his full weight on you and making you groan. He yawns, nuzzling into your chest, pressing his half hard length against you, wanting you to feel it but being too sleepy to do much more than that at the moment.
At first his weight on top of you is a little uncomfortable — just because you’re so unused to it. But then he rolls off of you and curls up at your side, throwing a toned arm over you and pulling you close to him. And it’s just enough to remind you that he’s there, without being suffocating. Even if you’re facing him.
It’s better than looking at that damn clock.
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i’m not asking i’m BEGGING for a fic about sam getting all worked up in the saloon bc you just won’t stop teasing him so he brings you to the bathroom and goes crazy on you. bonus points if someone almost walks in 🙏🙏 you’re an angel btw
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ᴀ/ɴ: Wellp. I don't know why I always make Sebastian listening in, but. Heh. Whoops.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Fem!Reader
ᴡᴄ: 2461 words.
ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Teasing, edging, orgasm denial, cursing, dirty talk, semi public sex, being caught fucking, Seb is a tease as well, cream pie, kind of a little humiliation.
Why did your hand have to feel so good? Why did you always know just how to touch him? No, scratch that. This was not the problem. He loved how you touched him. The more important question was this: Why the hell were you devious enough to touch him just right in the fucking saloon? Even worse, why the hell were you devilish enough to do so when Sebastian was sitting right across from you?
At the beginning of the night, he had been able to handle it. It was just you squeezing and stroking his thigh after all, maybe nuzzling your cute little nose against his neck here and there. Easy. Light work no reaction type of shit.
And now? Now he was sitting there, face flushed, and a drop of sweat having caught in his brow. He had gotten hard long ago; the moment you had returned from the bathroom and had dropped your little panties into his lap when you had sat down next to him again, to be more exact. He was sitting there with a cock aching from oversensitivity, caused by countless times of being pushed close to the edge, just for you to remove your hand. But even then, you didn’t give him a fucking break; no. As soon as the orgasm had gotten out of reach again, your hand was back, stroking and touch, finding the leaky tip of his dick and rubbing the fabric of his boxers against it.
“You good, man?”
It was the first time in a while Sebastian had directed his attention to him again, because Sam had logged off the conversation ages ago, too busy on focusing to not moan out loud. Which was why the blond needed to clear his throat a few times before he could even think about answering.
“Yeah, Sammy. You good? You have been so quiet? Don’t you feel good?”
Oh, you fucking devil. The look he shot you must have been charged with energy, because his friend let out a soft laugh. “Damn, dude. You grumpy or some shit?”
“No,” Sam pressed out, and of course you had to be a fucking bitch about it, thumb pressing down on his red tip the moment he had opened his mouth. He hadn’t been able to stop the whimper from rolling off his tongue, and no matter how much he prayed, the look on Sebastian’s face told him it had been exactly as audible as it had sounded.
“Sam-“
“Just feeling a bit light-headed,” Sam forced through grit teeth, trying to keep his eyes focused on the black-haired male to keep them from rolling into the back of his skull.
“Do you want me to get you a water?”
Fuck. Fuck, no. He wanted to get home, rip off your clothes and sink his fat dick into the pussy that you had told him was so wet for him.
“I think that would be nice,” you mused. God, how did you do it? How did you manage to make your voice sound so empathetic, so genuinely concerned while you knew very damn well you were the root of this?
Seb gave a slow nod, seemingly unsure, yet he scooted out of his booth, making his way iver to Gunther.
Sam took in a deep breath, trying to regain even just an ounce of his composure, but this poor guy failed miserably. Especially when he heard your voice, all chipper and happy: “You look so good like this, you know that? All desperate to cum, and even more desperate to not let Sebastian know anything.”
Another deep breath, but you just had to giggle as you rubbed over his tip again, didn’t you? Just had to push and prod him toward the edge again, right?
“Fuck this,” he suddenly snapped, standing up with more force than he had estimated, making you look up at him with widened eyes. “I am going to the bathroom now. And you better follow me,” he hissed, tugging down his white shirt before heading toward the back, leaving you behind a little bewildered. You hadn’t expected that this would have caused Sam to snap, but you took it. Standing up and following after the blond, not even caring about leaving behind a confused little Sebastian. And if you had cared? Then you had forgotten about him the moment Sam’s lips collied with yours in a messy kiss, his tongue not only licking over your tongue, but also your teeth oh so desperately.
“Sam,” you tried, wanted to apologize for pushing him so far. Instead, you were turned around and pressed against the sink, Sam’s hands flipping up your skirt, and without hesitation, his hand came down on your soft skin, having you gasp out under the pressure of the slap. “Fuck, look at that ass jiggle,” he growled, another smack coming down, his cock twitching for the billionth time that night, especially when you whined again.
“Not so funny when you are the one being teased, huh?” He whispered, pressing the bulge in his pants right against your bare cunt. He was trying to be just a little mean – you had teased him all night, after all! But Sammy was very well aware that he couldn’t keep up this act for long, not when he could have you like this. Not when you looked so pretty for him. Oh God, you were so fucking gorgeous. It was hard to believe that you were able to be such a fucking devil. A devil that was now arching her back to push back against the quick little grinds he gave you, a devil that had him close to breaking.
“Fuck,” Sam breathed, deciding on a whim that this was enough. He could not possibly take any more pending up, he needed that bare little pussy right fucking now.
The sound of his belt and zipper went well with your panting and little huffs as you tried to push back against him, just to whine when you realized that Sam was holding you pinned against the sink, too scared of finally busting if you touched his abused dick even one more time. Even pulling his boxers down just enough felt like almost too much, making him hiss when the wet fabric finally was removed from his drooling head.
“Sam, please-“ another sentence you didn’t get to finish, another sentence interrupted by a moan as you felt the pressure of his cock against your wet, sloppy hole. “You are drenched,” Sam hissed between heavy breaths, his Adam’s apple hobbling under the pressure gulps of air he had to suck only to not cum on the spot.
You nodded in response, your fingers tightening around the rim of the sink, your own breathing now laboured, only for you to hold your breath when Sam suddenly pushed forward. You had expected him to enter you slowly, and he did! For the first half, at least. You cried out when a strong thrust suddenly had your boyfriend stretch you thin, his pulsing cock plunged into your walls. And just like you had done before, Sam didn’t even think about giving you a break. Oh, no. “You can be such a little slut,” he whispered as his lips found your neck, peppering quick, wet kisses over your skin, “making me so hard right in front of my best friend. Was it worth it, huh? Was this what you wanted? To be fucked in a tiny little bathroom?”
You didn’t even know what to say, didn’t even want to say anything; not when Sam fucked into you like this. Deep and hard, balls smacking against your skin so lewdly.
“Feel how hard you got me? God, I could fucking cum from just looking at you, but you don’t deserve it yet. Put so much effort in denying my orgasms, after all.”
Maybe he was being a bit mean, especially now that he was picking up the pace of his thrusts, allowing his rock-hard dick to bully our gushy little cunt, but you definitely deserved it after torturing him all night. And you took it so well, too! Moaning for him like there weren’t any people on the other side of the door. Neither of you cared; too engulfed by bow the other felt, by how you sounded.
Another wet lick to your neck, another bite. Fuck, you felt heavenly. Squeezing his dick perfectly right, like your pussy was sucking him off. It was only natural that he wasn’t able to refrain himself from going faster, that he needed to bully your perfect fucking cunt.
“Fuck, baby!” He yelped, his chest pressing against your back as he sucked a hickey into your skin, sharp teeth sinking into your flesh just for the hell of it, just to hear that tiny little squeak escape you. “That’s it, that’s fucking it, keep squeezin’ me like that, God, fuck, I am gonna fill this pretty little pussy up with so much cum, make you sit out there with it leaking out of you- anghh~ like that idea? Yeah? You clenched ‘round me, baby. Like it so much, yeah? Want to be my dirty little whore?”
Even if you had the words to respond to that, you certainly didn’t have the will for it. Not when Sam’s thrusts had your body shaking, not when the metal of then piercing pressed against your walls so delicately. You much rather moaned his name, small sobs falling from your lips just for you to bite your lower one,
You were so perfect to him, it was no wonder he was salivating like this. You had his cock throbbing with your sounds alone, and then you also had the audacity to look so good as he was fucking you. He wouldn’t last long, even in his pussy-drunken mind, he knew that his orgasm was close. His dick was too sensitive, and you just felt too good for his balls not to pull tight, for his tip not to leak pre-cum that mixed with your sweet juices.
“Sammyyyyy,” you whined, and oh, how he knew that whine. It was slurred, and drawn out, followed by a hiccupped moan. You were close yourself, but too fucking drunk on dick to tell him. Hell, he loved you.
“Cum for me,” he whispered through the strain of a groan, his fingernails digging into your hips as he pounded into you, abusing spots that made you see stars. “Cum for me like, baby. Cum all over my fat cock, let them fucking know who’s fucking you so damn fucking well.”
The mixture of sounds that followed was almost deadly, urging him to fuck you faster; thrusts having turned into reckless pounding, the blond being desperate to have his cum milked by your clenching pussy.
You sobbed as one of your hands wandered between your legs, giving your swollen clit a few desperate flicks, your back already arching in as your tried to grind back, so close to the edge you could already taste it on your tongue, you were close, so close-
“Guys? You in there? Did Sam fucking faint?”
Fuck. Sebastian. You had forgotten about Sebastian.
“Seb-“ You tried, but a hand clasped over your mouth almost immediately.
“No! I am fine! Go away!” Your boyfriend barked, his hips never even slowing, making you go cross eyed when his hand replaced yours, rubbing those quick circles into your clit. You started up that squirming again, the grinds, the desperate humps, your need to cum overweighing trying to stay hidden.
The whimper that left you was loud, even though you were being muffled, and it didn’t help the situation, Sam’s dick throbbing at the thought of Seb slowly realizing what was happening.
Seb, who still hadn’t left.
“You sure? Is she okay-“
“Fuck!” Sam groaned out, the way your cunt clenched not helping at all.
“She is feeling good!” He barked back, making you whine against his hand again, the high-pitched moan that was breathed into his palm oh so needy.
“Cum baby, come on, cum for me,” he urged you, making you nod with a sob. One last thrust, and it was over for you. Cunt spasming around Sam’s pretty dick, drenching around him.
“She’s feeling very good,” Sam laughed through laboured whines, just in case his bestie still hadn’t gotten the hint.
“Mhhhm!” You croaked through your tears, poor pussy squeezing the life out of Sam’s dick. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck, he was going to cum.
“Guys-“
Seb again, and the thought of Sebastian hearing you come undone for him, was all it took for Sam to burst.
A low groan filled the room, high in pitch as he came inside of you, his hips shaking as his cock twitched with each spurt of cum that filled your gorgeous cum, claiming it as his. That wasn’t enough for Sam, though. He needed it as deep inside of you as humanly, needed you stuffed. Which wasn’t hard given with how much he came, but still. Hips shakily kept thrusting inside of you, until he finally was milked dry, the mess you two created already leaking out of you when he pulled back.
You stood there for a moment with Sam holding you up lazily, his lips finding your neck to press gentle kisses into the skin again, only hearing your heavy breathing and heart beats.
“Wait,” the blond murmured after a while, pulling some of the hand towels from the dispenser, holding it under the sink to makeshift clean you up. “there we go. It’s not much, but it will do until we are back in the booth.”
“Back in the booth?”
“Yep.”
“But- uh- I am so…full.”
“I know.”
You swallowed thickly, turning around to find your boyfriend grinning at you with a cocked vrow.
“Well, maybe it will work. Can you give me my panties?”
“Nope.”
Sam chuckled at the look of surprise on your face, slowly leaning down so his hot breath was fanning your face.
“You are going to sit out there and face Sebastian with your cunt stuffed full of cum, trying your best to hold those pretty little legs together and think about what you did tonight. And only then you might get back your panties on our way home.”
You swallowed thickly, but Sam’s lips kissing yours took away your ability to answer before he pulled away to fix himself back into his pants, opening the door once you were decent. He walked out almost confidently, just to bump right on into his best friend.
“Seb! The fuck are you still doing here?”
“Well, I thought you were dizzy,” Seb said with a grin, head tilted to the side, “just making sure neither of you fainted in there.”
Suddenly, however, something shifted. Their eyes met, and the men seemed to communicate in silence before slowly turning to you, eyes landing on your legs. A smile formed on their faces and with another look at the other, they were bumping their fists together. All at once you knew with certainty: things had turned.
cw; +18 content! minors dni!, THIS IS FILTHY. NAAAAASTY, you’ve been warned. mean harsh dom! spencer and bratty sub! reader, nasty make outs, spanking, hair pulling, cursing, degradation and praise (not quite towards you), use of good girl (again, not towards you), dirty talking, oral sex (s! receiving), face fucking, edging, gagging, facial, multiple orgasms and rounds implied, teasing, begging, hickeys, choking, spencer being a little bit of a pervert, piv sex, using cum as lube, unprotected sex (guys don’t do this), scratching, pussy talking, breeding kink, creampie, squirting, slapping, spitting, spencer has crazy stamina…
from this request.
@cherriesinthespring & @brattyspence 💋
you were actually exhausted. whole body aching, the last thing you needed was to talk to him, but as always, there he was. your asshole of a flatmate. with his stupid glasses on as his amber eyes strolled through the pages of his book miles per hour.
“well, look who it is. past midnight. seems like cinderella by how fucked up you look.”
you rolled your eyes at the smirk on his tone, kicking off your heels. “fuck off reid, i’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”
your relationship had been strained from the start… you two were like oil and water. always had been, since the two of you were five and had the sufficient conscience to choose if you liked each other or not. and believe me, if you had had another choice… you wouldn’t have even taken up the offer to live with him. but your mother, diana’s best friend, as soon as she had learnt that you had been given a promotion and needed to move to quantico? had told the blonde, who excitedly told her that spencer was looking for a flatmate. that sealed your destiny. and now there you were. sharing space with the person you loathed most in the entire world.
“hell, okay, you’re not fucked up at all, ‘cause getting some dick wouldn’t have left you like that.”
you groaned, your head throbbing, full body tense. “well at least i get to fuck, not like you, you only get off to letters on paper.”
and he dared to chuckle, fucking chuckle. he closed his book and put it aside, tall frame leaving its seat at the sofa to slowly stroll over you.
“well isn’t your vocabulary a delight?” he crooked his head. “now why don’t you tell me what’s gotten you all bothered, princess. ‘cause i’m sure my incredible presence cannot be it.” he said sarcastically, but he seemed intrigued to know what had happened. “hard day at work? did starbucks ran out of caramel drizzle? or is your rose toy dead?”
“you little…” your hands were reaching for his throat, but he was faster, his tongue clicking as his strong long fingers surrounded your wrists, stopping you centimeters away from his warm skin.
“really, doll? trying to choke an fbi agent? such a bad girl…” you gasped as he pinned you against the wall. “you could get in a lot of trouble for that. maybe i should use my cuffs on you. or maybe not, i’m sure you’d end up enjoying it.” he muttered that last part against your ear, your cheeks reddish in both anger and embarrassment.
“fuck you.” you spat, and he chuckled, dark and teasingly against the skin if your neck. you were not done. he wanted to play dirty? two could do that. “and what do you say about extortion of people by your power, huh? an fbi agent trying to make me kneel under him for his status? i could easily get you fired. you should be ashamed, reid… but… it seems like you are more like… excited, huh?” and with a roll of your hips against him you confirm what you had suspected: he was hard. rock hard at that.
he smirked at you, ignoring your jab as he leaned over you. “are you threatening me?” he muttered against your lips, his tongue wetting his bottom one.
your eyes followed the movement, and your throat dried up. you squinted at him. “are you?”
“you know… all this brattiness of yours is really getting on my nerves.”
“really? by how hard you are… i would believe you’re enjoying it.” you muttered back. your breaths were mingling. there was heat pooling down on your lower stomach. and the tension exuding from your bodies could be cut with a knife.
“you need to learn to keep your mouth shut.” he growled, eyes dangerous.
“but wouldn’t you like it wide open…, reid?”
you could feel the moment he said “fuck it”, his brown eyes now completely pitch black. “yeah? then open the fuck up.”
and next thing you knew? his tongue was deep into your mouth, which had willingly fallen open for him. the two of you groaned, and the tight hold he had on your wrists turned bruising. it was as if he hated the idea that he desired you so much. maybe he did. maybe you did. but right now the only thing you could focus on was on his hard cock pushing against your belly, and how soaked your panties felt stuck against your throbbing clit. when had you gotten so wet?
a moan left you as his plush lips surrounded your tongue and sucked, a hum leaving his chest when he then moved to your neck, sucking some more on the skin there.
“i think i ought to teach you a lesson, don’t you?” you whined as he bit down on your pulse point. “answer me.” a choked gasp left your lips when one of his hands, the one that wasn’t holding now both your wrists up, came down harsh against the side of your thigh on a smack.
“yes.”
“that’s what i thought.” he purred, and your eyes almost rolled back at the sound of his deep voice. “on your knees.” he ordered as he let go of you, and busied his now free hands on unbuttoning his slacks. you got lost for a minute there as you caught sight of the wet patch decorating his boxers, but he was quick to get you back on page. your eyes widened when his hand took harshly your face. “do i need to repeat myself?” he hissed and you shook your head. “then. get. on. your. fucking. knees.” you complied, knees on the hardwood floor, puppy eyes staring right onto his. “that wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it? let’s hope you suck cock better than you follow orders.”
your pussy fluttered. fuck. why was this turning you on so much?
“show me that tongue.” you stuck it out to him. pink. salivating. ready. he hummed and pushed down his boxers and pants down his thighs. your eyes widened at the sight of his thick cock. “let’s keep that dirty mouth of yours busy, yeah?” and before you could even react, you were gagging around him. it hurt. your lips were fully stretched around him, and your jaw was about to give up by the uncomfortable stuffiness. but god… it felt so good… he tasted so good… reid groaned, fingers winding into your hair and tugging as his hips snapped and his cock hit down your throat. “fuck. so that mouth is actually good for something, huh?”
your eyes couldn’t help but water, your nails scratching at his thighs as he didn’t even give you a chance to adjust before starting to fuck your face. you couldn’t help but moan, eyes rolling as the air in your lungs thinned. he was literally fucking you dumb. and you couldn’t love it more.
“such a fucking slut. look at you. you act harsh but as soon as a dick is shoved into your throat you start to act like a good girl, hm?“ you whined, thighs squeezing against the other, throat swallowing around him and making him grunt. “jesus, you’re tight. wonder how your pussy will be. probably will have to stretch it open first, break it in since you haven’t brought anyone home to fuck since you moved in, huh?” he chuckled. “the walls are thin, you know? you think i don’t hear you pumping your fingers into your little cunt every night? poor thing. you’re so desperate for cock you would take anyone’s, huh? even mine. but, actually… i’m starting to believe it’s the one you’ve been wanting the most, isn’t it?” you whimpered. “hm? what’d you think about while fucking your pussy, doll? did you think about me listening to you? that the reason why you’d moan louder? for me to hear? wanted me to come into your room and show you what a good orgasm is supposed to feel like?” you nodded, too lost to actually try and hide how the idea of him listening to you masturbating just a few doors away made you squirt all over your sheets. he chuckled. low. mockingly. “of course you did.” he pushed down your throat even harder. “all that time acting as though you hated me and you just liked me, huh?” you gasped and coughed as he pulled out of your mouth, smacking his wet leaking cock against your flushed cheek.
“i hate you.” you swore and his eyes glinted.
“yeah? well, for someone who hates me, you really love sucking my cock.” he chuckled when, while gliding his tip along your bottom lip, your mouth subconsciously opened. “you want it?”
you kept silent. what could you say? you couldn’t say no. that would be a lie. but you also couldn’t say yes, that’d would make it too easy for him. but before you could catch yourself you were…
“please.”
begging.
his smile was that of the cheshire cat. “atta girl.” you moaned when he fed it back to you, pumping it down your throat over and over again. you relished on the musky scent, on the tuffs of hair of his base kissing your nose, on his tip making you gag over and over again until you became so messy and sloppy that trails of spit dribbled down past your lips and chin onto your thighs. “thaaaat’s it. so messy. can’t help but want to…” and then you’re gasping as hot spurts of cum hit your face, making you even more messier. spencer moans as he strokes every last drop out of his breeding tightening balls. “fuck. look at you. so pretty like this…” your mouth stays open for the dripping of it, the salty release hitting your tongue and making you hum.
when you open your eyes, your cunt throbs. he looks gone. wild in pleasure. and starving.
“get up.” your legs shake and you almost trip by how fast you complied. “i’m not done with you yet.”
not even 10 seconds go by before you’re being thrown onto his bed —his bedroom being the nearest one of the two—, and another 10 is what it takes him to get you bare before his eyes. his eyes appreciatively took the sight of your heaving chest and rosy nipples in, the smoothness of your tummy, the plush of your thighs…
he pumps his still rock hard cock. how does he manage to have that much stamina? it hadn’t even gone down —not in the slightest— after making a mess of your face with his cum.
“it’s not gonna-” you try and say, but his words cut you off quickly enough.
“mouth shut. eyes on me. legs open. i’ll make it fit. even if i have to break apart your pussy for it.” you swallow, and god, if you hadn’t you’d have died of embarrassment by the whimper that tried to leave your throat.
you open your legs for him. pussy lips spread, soaking wet just for him, hole twitching in need of being fucked and clit puffy and sensitive pleading to be touched.
“knew she’d be pretty…” he groans, licking at his lips, hand tightening around his dick. his fingers come to your sticky cheek and gathers ropes of his cum, and before you could inquire him about it, he’s stuffing them into your needy little cunt. “jesus, she’s tight. can’t wait to break her open…” your eyes roll as he sinks them to the knuckle and curls up up up until he hits that spongy spot that makes you sing the prettiest moans late at night when you know he can hear you.
“spencer…!” you whimper, your legs falling further apart, hips twitching for more.
“that’s it. open up for me.” he smirked, pushing a third finger inside that has you choking on a scream, walks tightening down hard around his digits he grunts. “trynna milk me so soon, baby? i haven’t even put it in.”
he fucks you open with harsh strokes, but he’s diligent, he makes sure you’re slicked up and ready, loose enough for his puffy head.
but when he aligns it up with your entrance, his jaw ticks. “it’s gonna be a tight fit. now, say ‘biiiiig stretch’ for me, mh?”
“biiiig—ngh!!!!” you can’t even comply, not when he’s basically splitting you in half. your nails dig on his back as he pants and tries to fit in past the first ring of muscles.
“jesus.fuck.” with a ‘pop!’ his tip presses in, and you two moan in unison. your lungs feel like you’re on fire, and your eyes sting. but fuck if it doesn’t feel good being so full. “good girl…” he praises. and at first you think it’s directed towards you. but no. his thumb sweetly circles your clit and you cry. “taking me so good… you’re doing so good for me… now, open a little bit more for me, hm?”
he’s talking. to your pussy.
but it’s not “little” how much it has to open to accommodate him. every fucking inch is devastating. and by the time his balls hit your ass, his tip —if it could be possible— would have breached your cervix and fucked itself into your womb.
he falls onto you the moment you clench, and groans against your neck. “if only i had known you’d feel this good… i would have fucked you much sooner.” he then looks at your dizzy eyes and faded face. you’re half brain dead on his cock. he can’t help but chuckle. “so this was the fastest way to make you behave and shut up, huh? good to know.” he slaps at your cheek, and you blink, breathing ragged and heavy, his hips grinding deep against your cervix, making you whimper. “don’t you dare tap out on me. i haven’t had my way with you yet.”
and then he’s fucking you. reeeeeally fucking you.
your back arches, your nails draw blood down his back, and your cunt gushes in lewd wet sounds that resonate around his room by how hard and deep he plunges into you.
“fuck. so good… best pussy i’ve ever had. made for me, aren’t you, gorgeous?” he murmurs, and you are so lost… he’s mean. his hands are rough as they grip your hips in a way you know will bruise, and his cock is so harshly fucking you open that you believe he’ll leave the imprint of himself permanently molded to your walls.
you can feel every vein, every ridge.
“spencer, spencer, spencer…!” you cry and he chuckles in between grunts.
“so now it’s ‘spencer’, huh? what happened to ‘reid’? you’re so happy to get dicked down that you’re calling me by my name now?” one of his hands surrounds your neck, and when it tightens… your pussy does as well. “fuck! and here i thought you couldn’t get tighter…”your legs cage him, making your back arch and his dick reach deeper in places no one ever had. “needy little girl… feels good, huh?” you moan, mouth open and he takes the chance to spit on it. and when you quickly and obediently swallow what he gives you? he speeds up. “fucking slut. you love this, don’t you? love the fact that i’m breaking you apart. fuck. you even let me go in raw, bet you’ll even let me breed you if i wanted, huh?” your cunt flutters and his head hangs for a second as a strangled moan leaves him. just for a moment there, he almost lost control and busted. “you want it, honey? want my cum deep into this pretty little womb of yours?” you moan and he lets go of your neck to slap your cheek again, softly, but harsh enough to make your clit twitch. “answer me.”
“yes, yes, plea-“
“not you.” he grunts, going harsher, deeper, faster. “i’m not talking to you. i’m talking to her.” your breath leaves your lungs once two of his fingers meet your puffy clit, rolling it, pinching it. your pussy squelches. and he hums. “yeah? you want it that much?” another squeeeelch!, you’re dripping down to his sheets. “then take it, pretty. it’s all yours.” and you scream, ‘cause the way in which you’re coming when his thick warm ropes of cum fill you is insane. it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. your ears ring, your vision darkens at the corners, your brain seems to melt, and your pussy squirts in little unstopping spurts that soak his cock, balls, sheets… your juices are everywhere, and fuck if it doesn’t make spencer come even harder…
by the time his balls are drained and his hips halt, his cock up to the base inside you to keep you plugged in with his cum, you’re basically passed out, eyes crossed as you try to focus back onto the present. you can’t even remember your name. fuck, you can’t even remember how to breath.
and your legs shake like crazy when in a flip he’s got you on all fours —well not all, since one of his hands has your face smudged against one of his pillows—. “again.” he says, breathless as he pushes in his still hard cock into your abused and stuffed cunt. “show me how you squirt again. i wanna see it again.”
just thinking about strong older chloe lift fucking you ☺️^^
i’m seeing a lot about chloe getting more muscle-y over the years after lifting all that heavy band gear and why the devs won’t let her take her jacket off and it’s getting to me.
based off a dream of mine
chloe mlist <3
big, skilled hands slid up your thighs, trailing over your skin with such care only you could receive from her, calloused fingers tracing patterns over your sensitive flesh as she settled herself between your legs, the tip of the fake cock kissing your entrance.
one: lust. there was so much lust in her eyes, it was almost dizzying.
two: affection. as always, she was looking at you like you were the most important thing in the entire damned world. you made a warm sound as the tip pushes into your soaked and ready cunt.
chloe let out a shaky moan as she watched the toy push against your seam, felt the way you trembled against her at even the most gentle touch. all of those little sounds you made, she knew she would never get over them. they were the real music to her ears.
she let another moan escape her at the sight of the fake cock disappearing inside you, a moan that sounded punched came from you as it disappeared fully, your arms locking around her broad shoulders, hers instinctively tightened around you pulling you closer, needing you closer.
she groaned against your skin, feeling you clench around the fake cock, “fuck there you go..” her hips rolling forward instinctively, wanting to bury herself as deep as she possibly could inside of you. “you always take it so fast..always so ready.” she couldn’t help the breath of laughter with that observation.
she needed you to feel this, needed you to feel everything she was giving you. she would possibly die otherwise.
because lord, you deserved it. your pleasure and feelings were top priority.
“you always fuck me so good..” was your answer.
both your shared breaths got heavy and hot real quick, each time her hips collided with yours you were moaning and tightening your hug on her, every noise that escaped your lips was like a challenge a demand.
you were so gorgeous. all this for her.
no one else could have you like this.
her hands tightened on your hips, nails digging into your skin almost painfully, her hips snapped forward, slow and sensual forgotten as the urge to get you off overpowered her brain. the strap was nearly harness deep, that signature smile of hers tugging on her mouth hearing your pretty whines.
she re-adjusted her grip on your thighs so she was lifting you fully off the bed, your legs wrap around her waist, fully surrendering yourself to her. “hold onto me yeah? i got you.” as she lifted and manhandled you exactly how she wanted you.
you were all hers and so protected in her arms. your lips locked even as she had you lifted and bouncing on her dick, making nasty skin on skin sounds. she wasn't letting you go not for a second. chloes hands tightened under your thighs, holding you up as she bounced you on the blue silicone 7 inches deep in you, her own hips jerking upward with every downward roll of yours, driving herself deeper inside of you.
she kissed you hard, messy, desperate, biting at your tongue almost, her entire body trembling with effort, with pleasure, with sheer want and devotion to you.
“ahh-fuck.” you pull back to express your vocal moans. your eyes were dazed and you were damn near drooling.
“.. you’re so strong.” you give something of a chuckle between breaths and moans. you had no idea how that comment made something in her tummy and chest ache.
she felt like she could take on the goddamn world right now with you.
“heh, thanks babe..” she didn’t have anythinc smart or clever to respond with, she was currently holding you tight buried in your heart and pussy.
her arms were nearly burning from holding you up like this, her muscles straining against your weight, her thighs trembling from the effort to hold herself back but she didn't care. she was not letting you down. “you’re fucking me so good.. oh god. i’m proud of you- hah-” her breath hitched sharply, her grip tightening painfully on your thighs before she slammed you down harder onto her cock with a ragged groan. her own arousal leaking all over her inner thighs.
“shit–” her voice was wrecked, her forehead dropping against yours as she gasped for air. that praise, it fucking destroyed her and by now you both knew it.
she was not going to last.
not when you looked at her like that. not when you said shit like that. not when you were currently soaking her strap. “fu-uck-”
her hips stuttered, her movements losing their rhythm as she chased her own release, her entire body trembling with the effort to hold on just a little longer just until you came first. and then there you went, desperate noises coming from you as your nails dug into her back. “fuck chloe, chloe i’m cumming! i’m-”
and when you finally arched against her with a broken cry, your body tightening around her like a vice? she was done for. her orgasm hit her like a damn freight train, her entire body locking up as her cunt pulsed around nothing as her clit was roughly stimulated, she buried herself deep inside of you one last time, her moan muffled against your neck.
her arms gave out the second she tried to lower you back onto the mattress, her muscles completely spent, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax.
she barely managed to get you down nicely before collapsing half on top of you, her face buried in your neck as she tried to catch her breath.
“fuckin' jesus christ...” her voice was rough, wrecked. her entire body still buzzing with pleasure, her mind foggy and slow.
she was exhausted. but god, was it worth it.
worth every second.
“love you.”
her eyes opened, and she lifted her head just a fraction to meet your gaze.
god, you looked gorgeous right now.
flushed, sweaty, breathing hard. that delicious shine on your naked skin.
she loved you so damn much.
her arms tightened around you as she pulled you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“fuckin love you too..” her lips curled into a tired smile. she pressed another kiss to your skin the action almost lazy, before collapsing against you with a sigh.
“we’re totally doin' that shit again when i can feel my arms.”
you graciously offer a massage and maybe a strap blowjob and how on earth could she refuse that?
summary: ever since you started working at ptmc you've had a crush on your older coworker cassie mckay. you promised to yourself a long time ago that you'll keep things professional. however, you and cassie go to a medical conference together and end up sharing a hotel room bed. you have a spicy dream about cassie which changes everything.
warnings: 18+ smut, fluff, age gap (reader is in her mid/late 20's, cassie is 43), masturbation (cassie), fingering (r!recieving), oral (both!recieving), strap!cassie, soft dom!cassie, butch!cassie, femme!reader, kissing, pda
word count: 9k
You and a few coworkers were going to an out of town medical conference. It was you, Samira, Trinity, and Cassie. Robby had selected Samira and Cassie to speak at a panel about emergency medicine, and he chose you and Trinity to tag along since it's an educational opportunity, and both of you are in your first year of residency and have yet to decide what speciality you're going into.
The trip is only going to be four days — not even four full days. You guys arrive Friday late afternoon, Saturday and Sunday are both conference days, and then you leave early Monday morning.
Originally the rooming situation was that Cassie and Samira would share a room, and you and Trinity would be paired. But plans changed when Trinity told you all that she wants to take advantage of the fully paid for trip, and plans to go out to a bar. She asked the three of you if anyone wanted to tag along. You and Cassie declined, just wanting to rest, so Samira agreed to go because she didn't want Trinity going out by herself.
So the roommates got shifted around to Samira and Trinity together and you and Cassie together because Samira and Trinity will be back late. Truthfully, you would be fine sharing a room with any of the girls. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't secretly wish it was Cassie... and now you are actually rooming with her.
Since your first day at PTMC, you've had a crush on Cassie. To the best of your ability, you suppress your childish feelings in order to remain professional. However, you still get giddy and flustered around her. You're great at keeping a poker face though, but there have been a few times where your unbothered front slipped.
It's your first year as a resident, and you're not going to do anything to jeopardize that. You don't want to put Cassie's career at risk either. It's not easy to hide the fact that you're into Cassie, but you manage. You just have to keep reminding yourself that it's just a stupid crush and nothing more.
The soft rattle of the wheels on your suitcase follows you through the lobby as you make your way to the front desk of the hotel. The hospital is paying for your stay, but you didn't expect the hotel to be this nice. Then again, it's the same hotel the conference — a popular conference — is being held at.
"Hi, our reservations should be under McKay", Cassie tells the lady at the front desk.
"McKay, let's see here..."
"I have you down for three nights and two rooms, correct?"
"Yes."
"Unfortunately, we are double booked and we weren't able to reserve a two bed suite."
"Oh", you whisper under your breath.
"Wait, seriously?!" Cassie exclaims.
"Damn", Trinity mutters.
"We'll deduct the cost from the bill, but the only thing we are able to provide is a suite with one king bed and a pullout couch."
All four of you turn to each other to discuss.
"It's not that bad", Samira says. "The alternative is paying out of pocket for a different hotel."
"There is a pullout couch", you add.
"I'm fine with it as long as I get the bed", Trinity announces.
"I'm perfectly fine with the pullout couch", Samira replies.
"Great!" Trinity looks at Cassie. "McKay, are you good with this?"
"Um... yeah, yeah, it's okay."
You can tell Cassie isn't at all happy about this change, her hesitancy and tone of voice make it evident. You turn to her. "You can have the bed if you want, I'll take the pullout couch."
Cassie's eyes meet yours, a softness spreading over her features. "No, honey, you take the bed."
"Really, you can have it, I—"
"Just take it." Cassie gives you a warm smile and squeezes your arm before turning back to the lady at the front desk. "We'll take the single suites."
The lady hands each of you keys to your rooms. They're on the fourth floor neighboring each other. The four of you make your way to the elevator and chat on the way to your rooms.
Before you branch off into duos, you agree to meet up in three hours for dinner. With the time you have before then, you and Cassie decide to just stay in and relax from traveling.
You offer to help Cassie go over the speech she's making tomorrow. She agrees and thanks you. After that, you talk occasionally, but for the most part, you just chill in silence. Cassie's reading a book while you take the downtime to catch up on a TV show.
Three hours go by in a blink, and then you, Cassie, Samira, and Trinity go out to dinner. It's fun to see your coworkers outside of work and really get to know them. Once everyone finishes eating, the bill is split between the four of you. After paying, Trinity and Samira decide to go to a nearby bar whereas you and Cassie just go back to the hotel. It's already past 9:00PM.
The second you return to your room, you take off your shoes and find pajamas to change into. Cassie does the same.
"Are you planning on showering tonight?" you ask her.
"Yeah, are you?"
You nod. "Do you want to go first?"
"No, you go ahead. I'm going to call Harrison real quick before he goes to bed."
"Okay", you reply before going into the bathroom. It's not huge, but it's definitely nice. The shower is in the corner besides the bathtub. It has frosted glass doors, so you can't see in clearly.
You end up staying in the shower longer than you need to, the warm water on your skin making it hard to leave. But when you remember Cassie still needs to shower, you get out and finish getting ready for bed, so the bathroom will be all hers.
Your hair is still dripping, but you don't want to go to bed with wet hair. Blow drying it right now would take time and energy, so instead you put it in a quick braid. Then you throw on your pajamas — mini grey lounge shorts and an off the shoulder t-shirt.
When you step out of the bathroom, you see Cassie sitting at the head of the bed on her phone. She looks to you as she hears the door open.
"Hey, sorry I'm on the bed. I haven't pulled out the couch bed yet, and I didn't get under these sheets—"
Chuckling, you cut Cassie off. "It's totally fine, I don't care."
A sigh of a relief that's half a laugh escapes her. Why is it so damn cute?
"The bathroom, is uh...", you point behind you. "It's all yours."
"Okay, thanks." Cassie gets off the bed and grabs her stuff while you put yours away. Then she goes into the bathroom, and you plop down onto the bed.
For a few minutes you scroll on your phone, but then you think of making the pullout bed for her. You walk into the living room and remove the couch cushions. There's a handle on the edge of the folded mattress under the couch seat. But it's jammed. You tug harder, but not too hard in fear that you'll break it. The frame still doesn't extend.
"Fuck", you mumble to yourself. You check your phone and see that it's almost 10:00PM. Should you call the front desk to see if they can help? Maybe Cassie will be able to get it though. You decide to wait until Cassie comes out so she can try.
A couple minutes later, the light of the bathroom carries into the living room as Cassie opens the door. She looks to the bed and doesn't see you, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then she looks to the living room area and spots you on the floor.
"This thing isn't working", you tell her with a sigh.
"The pullout couch?" Cassie puts her dirty clothes back into her suitcase before walking over to you.
"Maybe I just can't get it or I'm doing it wrong. You should try."
Nodding, Cassie grabs the handle. "Thanks for trying to get the bed ready for me."
"It's the least I can do."
Cassie pulls harder, but the bed still won't come out. "Fuck", she grumbles to herself.
"Should we call the front desk?"
With a sigh, Cassie places her hands on her hips. You're only now really taking her in. Her wet hair has been combed yet it's still wild. She's wearing boxy sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt — almost identical to what you're in.
"Nah, I can just sleep on the couch. I really just want to go to bed."
"Cassie, you're not sleeping on the couch."
"It's not a big deal."
"Um...", you look around the room, trying to find a solution. The single bed in your room is a king and can easily fit the both of you. "How about we just share the bed?"
"I don't want to invade your personal space or make you feel uncomfortable."
"Cassie." You stare at her, your eyes serious. "I offered."
She looks into your eyes for a few moments before nodding. "Okay. What, uh, what side do you want?"
"I don't have a preference."
"Then how about I take the left side and you take the right?"
"Sounds good", you say before walking to the bed.
You notice your heart rate increasing, the thought of Cassie sleeping next to you invoking a physical reaction. Even though she's unaware, you're still ashamed. As you settle into bed, you push Cassie out of your mind.
But she's right beside you. About to sleep in the same bed as you. Just a few inches apart.
"Is it okay if I turn out the lights?" Cassie asks, turning to you.
You lie down on your side opposite to her. "Go for it."
Cassie settles into bed too, pulling the sheets over her. "If I tug the sheets away from you, don't be afraid to pull them back", she says with a chuckle.
With a smile Cassie can't see, you reply, "Same."
The room grows silent, just your and Cassie's breathing filling the space, and the occasionally sound of the bed when one of you shifts slightly. You're not sure if you fall asleep first or Cassie does, but what you do know is that you can't get her out of your brain. The last thought before you succumb to sleep is Cassie.
Hours go by and you and Cassie are sound asleep. Both of you don't move much, maybe subconsciously aware of the other person in the bed. Cassie snores softly, so quiet that even if you were awake you'd have to really be close to her to hear.
As you sleep you slip into a dream. A dream about Cassie.
In your dream Cassie is rubbing her hands up and down your naked body while whispering praises and nasty comments. She forces you on your hands and knees and takes you from behind — and you love every second of it.
While your dream gets more heated, you roll over in your sleep, your face now facing Cassie. A low moan leaves your mouth as Cassie dream fucks you.
You moan a second time, this time stirring Cassie. It takes her a moment to remember where she is and who she's sleeping next to. Cassie turns, her eyes on you through the darkness.
"Cassie", you softly moan.
"Yeah?" Cassie whispers back, assuming you're awake and in need of something.
After ten seconds with no response from you, she calls your name again.
But you remain sound asleep. Another moan falls from your lips as your dream gets hotter and heavier.
And then it hits Cassie that you're asleep. She can't tell if you're having a bad dream or not. If you were should she wake you?
"Mhmmm", you groan. "Right there."
Cassie's eyes grow wide as she realizes it's not a nightmare you're having — it's a sex dream. She closes her eyes, mentally freaking out. Cassie knows she's never going to bring it up to you as it will only embarrass you, but how is she supposed to act normal around you after this?
Not long after you started at PTMC, Cassie developed a crush on you. From your very first day, she was already fond of you. Then she saw you interact with her son, and she was mush. It warmed her heart to see you being so sweet and caring with Harrison while he was stuck in the break room for a couple hours during one of Cassie's shifts. It didn't just warm her heart though... the warmth shot straight to her core too.
Even though no one knew about Cassie's feelings for you other than herself, she still felt so guilty about it. You weren't just her coworker, but her coworker who is nearly half her age. Cassie's never been the type to go for younger women. Five years was usually the cap off.
But there was something chemical in Cassie's brain that's drawing her to you. She shoves it down to remain professional and more importantly, so she doesn't make you uncomfortable. Sometimes Cassie feels like a pervert when you pop into her mind.
At work her eyes are always on you, although, you rarely notice. She'll purposefully brush against you, and it just seems like an innocent interaction. If Cassie didn't have Harrison, she probably would've switched to the night shift by now because of how ashamed of herself she is.
When you guys decided to switch roommates, Cassie ending up sharing a suite with you, she was excited. However, it was only for a second because her rational thoughts kicked in. Cassie was worried about acting weird around you and staring at you. So far she's been doing okay, but there's still two more nights of sharing a bed.
Your sleepy moans aren't making it any easier. Cassie can feel heat building in her stomach, her pussy starting to throb. Under the covers, she crosses her legs together, begging the sensation to go away.
"Cassie", you groan out just loud enough for the woman you're dreaming about to hear.
And then the dots connect. You're having a sex dream about her.
Cassie's eyes fly open and she rolls on her side, so she's facing you. Your lips are parted just big enough that one finger could slide into your mouth. Your eyes are shut, your lashes long and beautiful even without makeup. You've moved around in your sleep, so your shirt isn't sitting how it should. The off the shoulder sleeve is much lower, revealing a hint of cleavage. Since you're on your side, your boobs press together.
Cassie can barely see you in the dark room, but it's still enough for her to practically drool. The aching between Cassie's legs continues to build. She squeezes her legs together tighter.
It doesn't help.
It's been years since Cassie's been laid. With each year of celibacy, she gets needier. Cassie doesn't want the baggage connected to sleeping with someone, casual or not, so she pretty much avoids her love life.
Right now, however, Cassie would give anything to have you. Technically you two were already sleeping with each other, so is it really that big of a deal if you sleep together?
"So good", you murmur huskily as you dream.
Cassie can't take it any longer.
Under the sheets, she slides a hand down to her sleep shorts. For a moment Cassie hesitates, guilt crawling its way back to her. She looks to you in hopes that seeing you will make her feel bad for what she's about to do, but it just turns her on more.
With her eyes glued on you, squinting through the darkness, Cassie puts a hand down into her underwear. Immediately, she finds her clit and her breath hitches. Slowly, she begins to circle that small, sensitive spot.
Cassie knows her underwear is absolutely soaked, and it's all because of you. The bed starts to creek a little as Cassie goes faster. She's already so close after just a minute.
She slides two fingers inside of herself, not needing to warm up with just one, and holds back a moan. Cassie's eyes trail down your face to your chest, your boobs pressed together in a way that gives her a little peek.
Another soft moan leaves you, which brings Cassie closer to the edge. She rolls over, now on her stomach, her hand still working on her pulsating cunt. With Cassie's head turned towards you, she rides her fingers hard. Her hips jam down into the mattress, not even concerned about waking you right now.
From under the sheets you shift slightly. Your foot momentarily brushes against Cassie's leg. That little contact brings Cassie to the release she's been desperately craving. Her pussy clamps together on her fingers as she bites the pillow her head is resting on in an attempt to keep quiet. However, a small moan escapes her lips.
With her eyes closed, Cassie lays there, panting and recovering. She's still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm.
After a couple minutes, Cassie opens her eyes. The first thing she sees is you. As her high fades, Cassie begins to feel guilty again. What is wrong with her? No normal person would touch themselves as they picture a coworker who is literally sleeping beside themselves.
Cassie tears her gaze away from you and rolls over. She curls up and tries to go back to sleep. But she's so ashamed of what she just did, it's nearly impossible to calm her mind enough to fall asleep.
The next morning goes by in a flash. After getting ready for the day, you and Cassie meet Samira and Trinity for breakfast before the conference.
Trinity is wearing Doc Martens, black slacks, and a grey undershirt with a green vest over it.
Samira's dressed in kitten heels, a black pencil skirt, and a maroon fitted long sleeve top.
When you first saw what Cassie is wearing, you literally had to turn away from her so she wouldn't see the blush spreading across your face. Cassie's wearing black work boots, baggy black slacks, and a black button up shirt that she tucked into the waistband of her pants. There's something so attractive about Cassie dressed in all black.
You chose to wear a black dress today. It wasn't too fancy, but it also wasn't too casual. Since it's a mini dress, you put sheer black tights underneath which look super cute with the ballet flats you have on. Seeing how it's a special event, you coated your lips in dark maroon. You've had that lipstick sitting around for ages, but never got around to using it.
There's something so intimate about seeing what your coworkers chose to wear for this convention— especially Cassie.
Once you all finished breakfast, you listened in on a presentation about oncology. Following that, the four of you sat in on a doctor talking about ways to improve patient satisfaction and their overall care.
You've noticed that Cassie is quieter than usual, and you're not sure why. When your group is conversing, Cassie barely chimes in. When she does, she never addresses you— it's always in response to something Trinity or Samira said.
At noon Cassie and Samira present about emergency medicine to a room filled with people. You and Trinity are off to the right in the front row. This is the most you've heard Cassie speak all day.
Samira is talking about the importance of communication between patients and staff. Your gaze drifts from the woman speaking to the other women on stage who's standing there in silence. Instantly, your eyes lock with hers, Cassie already staring at you.
Her lips gently curve into a hint of a smile that's only meant for you before looking at Samira. That interaction barely lasted a second and yet it was enough to give you butterflies. For the rest of the panel, you're not even listening to what your coworkers are saying because your mind is running wild with thoughts of Cassie.
The audience claps after they finish, and people start leaving the room. Samira and Cassie join you and Trinity.
"Was that okay?" Samira asks.
"Girl, you killed it", you reply beaming.
"That was fucking amazing", Trinity tells Cassie and Samira.
Cassie turns to look at Trinity who is just a few inches to your right. "Really? I feel like I said 'um' too much."
Trinity shakes her head. "No, it was good."
"Even if you did say 'um' a lot which I don't think you did, it wasn't noticeable and didn't disrupt your flow", you reassure her.
Looking at the ground, Cassie scratches the back of her neck. "Thanks."
"You're welcome", you reply flatly. Your brows pull together, trying to read Cassie.
"Do you want to go to lunch?" Samira asks.
Cassie lifts her head back up, her eyes on Samira. "I could eat."
Your eyes burn into the side of Cassie's head, confused and annoyed that she hasn't looked at you.
"If I don't get food in me soon, I'm going to get really bitchy", Trinity jokes.
You grip the charm of the necklace around your neck, needing to be brought back to reality. "Lunch sounds good."
At a lunch in a restaurant in the hotel, the four of you sit in a booth. Cassie and Samira are on one side, you and Trinity on the other. Both you and Cassie have the outside seat, directly facing each other. However, she continues to not look at you.
For the most part you guys chat about Cassie and Samira's speech and other people's presentations. Trinity brings up dating and relationships to which you, Samira, and Cassie all say is nonexistent in your lives.
When you talk about how love is on the backburner for you right now, Cassie glances at you for half a second before looking away. But you caught it.
"So McKay, it's been a bit for you, huh?" Trinity asks, raising her eyebrows.
Rolling your eyes, you take a sip of the mimosa you ordered that's about halfway gone now. "You're so noisy", you tease Trinity.
Cassie chuckles and shakes her head. "I mean, yeah, it's been a while." Drawing in a long breath, Cassie's gaze alternates between Trinity and Samira— skipping over you. "I really need to get laid."
You nearly choke on your drink as you hear those words come out of Cassie's mouth.
"Oh, um..." Samira says awkwardly.
A shaky laugh leaves Cassie. "Sorry, that's a little TMI I guess."
"No, no, we live for your honesty", Trinity says, elbowing you. "Right?"
With wide eyes, you look at Trinity. "Oh, um, uh, yeah", you manage to get out. You glance at Cassie and then back at Trinity. "It's relatable", you say with a shrug.
"I can hook you up with someone if you need", Trinity tells you. "Seriously, just say the word, and I can line up a date for you."
"Oh, thanks, but that's okay."
"If you change your mind, let me know."
You give her a nod, and then take another sip of your mimosa. While you eat, your eyes remain mostly on Cassie, although, she never even looks your way. She seems more tense for some reason.
The only thing you can think of for the rest of lunch is that Cassie straight up admitted to needing to get laid.
When it's time to pay, Cassie insists on covering the bill, but you Venmo her the price of what you ordered. Then, you guys leave the restaurant and hover outside of it, near the hotel lobby.
"Are there any panels any of you want to hit?" Samira asks.
"There's an x-ray one that starts in 15 minutes", Trinity says.
"Ooo I'll go to that." Samira turns to you and Cassie. "Is that something you would want to do?"
"I honestly think I just want to go back to my room and lie down for a bit."
Chuckling, Trinity crosses her arms and looks at you. "Did the mimosa you downed make you tired?"
"Hey, I didn't even finish it... just enough to get a little buzzed", you retort with a smirk. "I'm just tired I think."
"Did you not sleep well?" Samira asks, sympathetically tilting her head.
Shrugging, you shift your weight from one foot to the other. "Maybe? I don't know."
"Okay", Samira nods. "Cassie, what about you?"
"Uh... I'll tag along. Honestly, I'm kind of tired too, so I might dip after."
A knot in your stomach begins to twist. The thought of being alone with Cassie seems daunting right now. The crush you have on her aside, you're sure you must've done something that's making her dismiss you. It might just be all in your head, but you're convinced it'll be awkward.
"I'm going to go", you say hastedly. "See you guys later."
As your coworkers say their goodbyes to you, you turn around and head straight to the elevators.
The other three women start walking to the x-ray conference room. Three steps in, Cassie hears a ding coming from her pocket. She pulls her phone out to see a message from Harrison asking if he can buy Robux. Cassie texts him back that it's fine as long as he spends less than five dollars.
Before she puts her phone away, she sees another notification. A Venmo notification. Cassie opens it, finding out about the money you sent her.
"I'll be right back", Cassie tells Trinity and Samira.
"Is something wrong?" Samira asks.
"No, I just forgot I told Harrison I'd call him. Don't wait up for me." There was no reason for Cassie to lie and say that the reason she's leaving is to talk to you about the lunch bill, but she did anyways. In a rush, Cassie speed walks to the elevators.
She spots you just as you round a corner to a hallway with six elevators. Cassie jogs until she's right behind you. "Hey, wait." She grabs your shoulder, alerting you to her presence, but it makes you jump.
You whip around and see it's Cassie. "Shit", you mumble. "Jesus, Cassie, you scared me", you say with a small laugh.
"Sorry."
For the first time since Cassie was on stage, she looks at you. This time she doesn't glance away after a second.
"What do you want?" You didn't mean for that to come out that sharply, and yet it did. "Sorry, I didn't mean for that to be rude."
She gives you a small smile, her dimples faintly appearing. "It's okay. I just wanted to ask you why you sent me money. You didn't have to do that."
"You didn't have to pay", you counter.
With a small chuckle, Cassie shakes her head. "I wanted to."
"I feel bad letting you pay for my food."
"Don't", she says forcefully. "So I'm going to send you the money back, okay?" Cassie scans your face, hoping she took away any of your guilt.
Defeated, you exhale, your shoulders sagging. "Fine."
In silence, Cassie pulls out her phone and reimburses you. When she's done, she puts her phone back in the pocket of her slacks. Your eyes follow her hand, concentrating on the veins poking out.
Cassie seems to notice, so she clears her throat. Your gaze shoots back up to her face.
"Um, are you going back to Trinity and Samira?"
"Oh." Cassie glances over her shoulder, and then puts her hands in her pockets. "I probably should."
But Cassie doesn't move.
You take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to ask what's been on your mind all day. "Can I ask you something?"
Taken by surprise and consumed by her nerves, Cassie blinks a few times before stuttering out, "Y-y-yes."
"Did I do something?"
Cassie's brows pinch together, clearly puzzled.
"It's just..." as your voice trails off you look at the wall beside you instead of Cassie. "I feel like you've been avoiding me all day. Obviously, you haven't been avoiding me, avoiding me since we've been together all day, but I've noticed that you won't talk to me or even look at me."
Sighing, Cassie nods. "Sorry."
"So did I do something?" Your gaze returns to Cassie. "Did I snore last night?" you attempt to joke to ease the tension.
She lets out a dry laugh as if to say if only it were that simple.
Cassie takes her hands out of her pockets to cross her arms like she's putting up a wall between the two of you.
Seriousness washes over your expression. "Cassie?"
Before speaking Cassie swallows, her throat feeling dry. "No, you didn't do anything. Well—", she sighs before continuing her ramble, "I mean I guess you did, but it really has to do with me, and it's totally not a big deal, and trust me it's better if you don't know."
"What does that mean?"
Nervously, Cassie lets out a shaky laugh. "You know what... just forget I said anything."
Tilting your head down, you give Cassie a piercing stare. "McKay?"
The way her last name rolls off your tongue invokes something inside of her. Cassie's eyes flicker to you lips before returning to your face. She takes a step closer to you. "I don't want to embarrass you."
Your expression softens as you lean in unconsciously. "Just tell me", you whisper, your eyes practically pleading for an answer.
"Okay, fine." Cassie rubs a hand over her face, and then drops it to her side. "I think last night you might've..." She leans in closer despite no one else being around. "I think you had a dream."
You think for a moment before it hits you.
You did have a dream last night. About Cassie fucking you.
When realization kicks in, Cassie picks up on it. "I think it was a..." Her eyes close. "Sex dream." After she gets those two words out, she exhales and opens her eyes again.
Shocked, you're at a loss of words. Your eyes are basically popping out of your head.
How did she know that you were dreaming about sex? Did you touch yourself or moan in your sleep?
"You don't need to say anything, I just felt weird about it", she murmurs awkwardly.
"Um... how-how did you know?"
This time it's Cassie's eyes that grow wide. "You talked a little bit. An-and moaned."
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'll take the couch tonight even without the built in bed. I'm just so sorry."
"No, no, it's fine. You can stay in the bed."
"But—"
"I promise you it's fine."
You close your mouth and stare at Cassie for a few seconds, knowing she's not going to fold. You give her a tight nod, and your fingers habitually reach your chest to fiddle with your necklace.
Cassie bites her tongue, debating if she should ask you what she really wants to know. She closes her eyes and exhales, mentally saying fuck it.
"Who was the dream about?"
"I-I, uh, what?"
"The dream", Cassie says firmly, not letting her confidence falter.
"I don't remember", you lie before biting this inside of your cheek.
She leans in closer. "You said a name."
"I did?"
Cassie can tell you're pretending. She sees it in your eyes. In your body language. "You did."
"Hm", you say, feigning uncertainty as your eyes look anywhere but Cassie.
"Who was it?"
"If you heard me say a name, shouldn't you know? Shouldn't you be the one telling me?"
Cassie reaches forward, hesitating for a second before proceeding. She tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at her. "You know."
Her gaze is sharp and unyielding, completely locked onto you. "I, uh, I don't know", you breathe out. "Maybe I-I might remember something."
"I want to hear you say it."
Your eyes lock in a silent standoff. You're so close to Cassie that you can feel her breath on your face. Suddenly, you're overcome by dizziness. Like Cassie can sense that, the hand not on your chin finds your arm, steadying you.
"Please", she gasps.
"You."
The next few seconds you both forget how to blink. Your breath hitches, nervous and embarrassed, but something in Cassie's eyes wouldn't let you look away.
"God, I'm so sorry", your words stumbling. "Just forg—"
Cassie cuts you off, her lips pressing against yours. Immediately, you reciprocate. Her hands cup your face, her touch tender yet possessive. You wrap your arms around her neck, your mind going blank.
She pulls away and scans your face. "Is this okay?" she rasps out.
Nodding, you pull her back against your mouth. You unwrap your arms from around her neck, and instead put them on Cassie's back to grip her shirt from behind. Your nails dig into her skin through the fabric.
Cassie's hands caress your hips before moving to your ass and squeezing your flesh there. Her mouth opens, inviting you in which you do without a second to waste. Your tongue dances with hers as one of Cassie's hands slides to your thigh, gripping it and pulling it up to hook around her hip.
You groan into Cassie's mouth and tangle your hands in her hair. Instinctively, your hips buck into hers which makes Cassie moan needingly. Cassie's hand on your thigh helps you grind on her lower half causing you to whine and hold onto her tighter.
But then you hear an elevator ding.
Cassie and you jump apart, out of breath and looking like you just got fucked even though you were just kissing. Cassie's hair is disheveled, and yours is messier than it should be. Your lipstick is smeared and stained on Cassie's face. Both of your eyes are filled with lust, and your breathing is heavy.
An older couple walks out of the elevator. You turn to face the wall, hiding your appearance from them. Cassie's head is down, her gaze focused on your guys' shoes.
Once you can no longer hear footsteps, your hands find your hair, trying to tame it. Adrenaline is still violently pumping through your veins.
"Here." Cassie steps forward and fixes your hair for you.
"Thanks", you say as you smile up at her.
She returns your smile, and her hands remain on your head even though your hair is fine now. "Your lipstick is all over your face."
At the same time, you burst out in laughter. You cling onto each other as you laugh, it feeling like the most natural thing in the world. "It's all over yours too."
With a wicked grin, Cassie's voice drops. "I bet."
The heat in your stomach builds again, and desire floods your eyes. Without even thinking about it, you slam your mouth into hers again. Cassie's caught off guard, but her arms wrap around your waist and press you against her.
Reluctantly, Cassie pulls back from the kiss. "Shit. Sorry", you apologize breathlessly.
"For what?" She leans forward, capturing your lips with hers. Cassie kisses you for about five seconds before pulling away again. This time her face is closer to yours, your foreheads almost touching. "I just", Cassie starts, still breathing heavily. "I just think this isn't the best place to do this."
Chuckling, you lean in to give her a quick kiss. "It definitely isn't."
"Do you..." Cassie gestures behind her. "Want to go someplace else? It's okay if you don't want to."
"Yes", you say sharply. "Yeah, let's go back to our room."
"Well..." Cassie grips your hips tightly and dips her head to your ear. "If we're going to do this I want it to be perfect."
A small whine comes out as she says that which invokes a smile from Cassie. "What does that mean?"
Cassie's takes your earlobe between her teeth, gently biting before releasing it. "It means I want to fuck you how you deserve."
God, your legs are about to give out. You grip onto Cassie's biceps, steadying yourself. "So are we going back up to our room?"
A low chuckle coming from Cassie reverberates against your ear. "Yes, but that's not our first stop." She looks at you, her blue eyes filled with hunger. "If you're okay with it, I want to strap you."
You close your eyes, attempting to bring yourself back to reality, and smile. "Fuck, yes", you murmur as you open your eyes back up.
"Just a fair warning... it's been years since I've done this."
"It's just like riding a bike", you tell her, a reassuring smile on your face.
Stumbling backwards, Cassie lips are on yours as she backs you up to the bed in your hotel room. When the back of your knees hit the edge, you lay back. Your mouth never leaves Cassie's as you scoot backwards to the head of the bed.
She breaks the kiss, diving down below your head. As Cassie kisses and nibbles on your neck, you untuck her shirt from her pants, and slide your hands under her shirt, exploring her bare back. Cassie moves to the other side of your neck. Her teeth grazes your pulse point.
While Cassie suckles on your neck, she puts one hand on your stomach. "This needs to come off", she murmurs against your skin, rubbing your skin over the fabric of your dress.
Your eyes flutter close as Cassie finds a sensitive spot close to your ear. "The zipper is in the back."
Cassie gives your neck one final kiss before pulling back. "Turn around."
You flip over, your stomach now on the mattress. Cassie teasingly trails her fingers up your back, her touch faint. When she reaches the top of your dress, she takes her time pulling down the zipper. It stops at your waist.
To take the dress off, you sit on your knees, your back to Cassie. Now it's your turn to tease. Slowly, you shrug off one side of your dress. Then you bring your arm up to the other side, and lower the sleeve in absolutely no rush.
Once your dress sits at your waist, you turn around and pull it down. Cassie's hands join you right away, tugging eagerly. She throws your dress on the floor the second it comes off of your ankles. Now you're left in your bra, underwear, and tights.
"Your turn", you say, your voice much more unsteady than you thought it would be.
Cassie unbuttons her top, your eyes glued to her the whole time. She quickly discards it, and then leans back to you. Cassie pushes you back down onto the bed and captures your lips in a fiery kiss. Your hands find her hips, toying with the waistband of her slacks.
You speak in between kisses. "You still have your pants on."
"You still have tights on."
Cassie props herself up on one elbow while her other hand trails down to your waist. You find the single button that's securing her pants and undo it with ease. Instinctively, her hips lower to meet your hand. "Take them off", Cassie tells you, her voice echoing against your mouth.
It's almost embarrassing how quick you obey her. You shove Cassie's slacks down. Once her pants pass her thighs, she pulls it down the rest of the way and kicks it off.
Cassie's fingers glide over your stomach, making you squirm under her touch. A playful grin spreads across Cassie's mouth. You grab her face and tug her down to you, desperately needing to feel her lips on yours again. Cassie kisses you back hard, just as hungry as you are.
Her hands fiddle with the top of your tights that rest barely above your belly button. You break away from the kiss, your hands still on Cassie's cheeks. "Tear them off", you tell her in a low voice while your lust filled eyes look into hers.
Cassie grips your hips, needing something to hold onto, so she won't lose control. "You sure?"
Nodding, you lean up and plant kisses along her jaw. "Do it", you murmur against her skin.
That final confirmation is all Cassie needs. She reaches between your legs and grips the thin nylon, ripping it in two. Cassie places her palm against your underwear, feeling how wet you already are through the lacey fabric.
"Fuck", she groans.
"Need you", you murmur against her skin, still leaving sloppy kisses on her neck.
Cassie's fingers inch up to the top of your panties. "Is this okay?"
"Yes", you pant before attaching your lips back onto Cassie.
Carefully, she slides her hand under your underwear. Her fingers slowly part your folds which makes you moan. Cassie propes around your entrance, purposefully working you up. When she finally slides a finger inside of you, you lean your head back against the pillow and grip Cassie's shoulders.
Barely letting you get used to one finger, she slides in a second. You gasp as you feel yourself stretch around Cassie's fingers. A smug smirk crosses her face before she leans down to put her mouth on yours.
When Cassie inserts a third finger, your hips jerk up to her hand. You feel her smile against your mouth. As her fingers explore the inside of your cunt, your tongue maps out her mouth. Cassie lets out a small moan that you instantly gulp up.
Your hips rock against her hand, needing a release. Cassie knows that though, and pulls her fingers out of you. She breaks the kiss and leans back to straddle you. With a whine, you look up at her. Cassie chuckles and gives your lips a quick peck. Then she brings her hand up to her mouth, putting her fingers inside.
The sight of her licking up your arousal makes you moan. She smiles, her tongue swirling around her fingers, making sure to clean off every trace of you. Once she's satisfied, she takes her fingers out of her mouth, never breaking eye contact with. "So sweet, baby."
You whine again and put your hands onto her hips. "Cassie, I can't wait any longer."
She huffs out a small, playful laugh. "Same." Cassie's eyes remain on you for a few more seconds before she gets off of you. Sitting up on your elbows, you watch her walk over to the bag on the table.
Cassie fishes out the box from the store you just went to. She opens it and pulls out the strap you both chose. Cassie looks over her shoulder at you. "Get undressed for me", she commands in her softest voice.
While Cassie takes off her underwear and bra, you do the same along with removing what's left of your torn up tights. She puts the harness around her waist, adjusting it until it's perfect. Cassie then walks back over to the bed, eyeing you like she's a predator stalking her prey.
Right when she's in arm's reach, you grab her biceps. "You're so hot, Cassie", you say as you look up at her with dark eyes full of desire.
Cassie lets out a tiny laugh. You can tell that, that one comment you made flustered her which makes you smile teasingly. Leaning forward, you plant soft kisses all over her stomach. Cassie's hands rest on your shoulders, steadying herself.
"How do you want me?" you ask, slightly muffled against her plump skin.
"I want to know how it was in your dream." Cassie's lips curve into an mischievous smirk. "That is if you can remember", she teases, her thumbs drawing deep circles onto your shoulders.
You kiss your way up Cassie's chest and lick her right nipple, teasing her back. "I do."
"Are you going to tell me?"
Instead of answering, you start kissing her breast, your tongue flicking over her hard bud occasionally. Cassie puts one of her hands on the back of your head, pushing you to her.
Cassie's voice deepens, trying to coax the answer out of you. "Baby, if you don't tell me, I can't fuck you."
You let out a soft moan against her skin and messily kiss your way to the other side of her chest. "Guess."
As you begin to suck on her boob, she exhales, slightly trembling. "Was I looking at you?"
"Only if you turned my head around."
Cassie grips a fistful of your hair and tugs you away from her skin. "Show me."
A trembly breath leaves your mouth. You're getting more and more turned on with each second. You don't say anything back. Instead, you turn around and crawl closer to the center of the bed, your behind on full display for Cassie.
Cassie follows, practically drooling over you. She watches you like a hawk as you get on your hands and knees for her. Cassie comes up behind you, her restrain slipping. "This is how it was?"
You nod as she grabs your hips, pulling you back against her. "Pretty much."
"Can you put your ass in the air for me?"
Before Cassie even finished her sentence, you were already shifting so you're on your elbows. You look over your shoulder, her eyes instantly locking with yours. "Like this?"
"Perfect." Cassie grips your hips tighter as her own shift around behind you, finding the perfect spot to line up against your entrance. When she finally starts to sink in, your breath catches in your chest. "Tell me if anything doesn't feel good", Cassie tells you as she goes deeper.
Once her strap is fully in with her harness against your skin, she waits a moment, making sure you're fully adjusted. You jut your hips backwards into her, signaling that you're ready. A lustful smile tugs at the corner of Cassie's lips as she rolls her hips into you.
You let out a small moan as Cassie grinds against you once more, slow and deliberate. Then, with a grunt, she pulls out almost all the way before thrusting back in. "Jesus, McKay", you mutter with a shaky breath.
Cassie hums smugly and begins to set a pace. Her hands are on your hips as she fucks you. Her fingers dig into your skin enough to leave a mark but not to hurt you. For someone who hasn't done this in a long time, Cassie's insanely skilled— you would've never known it's been years since she strapped someone.
Your breathing grows heavier as Cassie drives her hips into yours faster and harder. Needly little moans and gasps fall from your lips, spurring Cassie on. "Let me hear you", she says through a moan of her own.
You don't hold back all the noises that Cassie is driving out of you anymore. From behind you, you can hear Cassie panting heavily, her own moans and groans filling the room alongside yours. You grip the sheets beneath you, the pleasure growing.
The strap rubs against Cassie just right, providing the necessary friction for her release to build quickly. She reaches around you, bringing her hand down to your swollen pussy. Cassie presses a finger against your clit, and the added sensation makes your eyes roll back with a needy groan.
"Cassie, oh my god", you whimper.
"Close?" she asks as she rubs your clit harder.
All you can manage is a nod. Cassie keeps going, trying to focus on you instead of her, but her orgasm is begging to surface.
In between breaths and moans, Cassie speaks. "Last night... I did something kind of nasty..."
"What?" you ask out of breath and genuinely curious.
"I-I touched myself when I heard you moan my name in your sleep."
You moan lowly and grip the sheets beneath you even tighter. "Fuck, Cassie." Your voice comes out as a broken whine. "I'm not going to last much longer."
The hand still on your hip drops to wrap around your front. Cassie pulls your shaking body up to her. You can feel the cool metal of the gold chain around her neck pressing against your sweaty skin. Cassie cups one of your breasts and kneads it.
Her breath is hot against your ear. "Look at me."
You turn your head, and Cassie's her eyes instantly capture yours. Underneath all the passion and lust, there's something softer glimmering in her eyes. She leans forward to kiss you, mainly getting the side of your mouth, and Cassie's movements grow more erratic.
"Cassie, I'm—" you cut yourself off with your own moan. Your orgasm tears through you and Cassie fucks you through it.
Just as your body starts to go limp, Cassie cums through broken moans. She grips onto you like she'll collapse if she doesn't.
Cassie gives your shoulder a few soft kisses before pulling back. As her strap exits your cunt, your walls are left feeling empty. Too exhausted to take care of it right now, Cassie undoes the harness and discards it somewhere on the floor.
You lay back on the bed, and Cassie does the same. Your body is still recovering. You feel your heart rate slowly coming down.
Still wanting contact, you roll onto your side to reach out and gently grab Cassie’s forearm. Your thumb traces lazy circles on her freckled skin.
Cassie looks over to you, sweat glistening on her forehead. "Are you okay?"
With a warm smile, you close your eyes and nod.
Cassie returns your smile. "Good", she murmurs before rotating to her side so she's facing you. Cassie's expression is soft filled with adoration.
Bashfully, you smile and look away. With a small chuckle, Cassie brings an arm around your waist. Her hand rests on your lower back, her touch soothing. Cassie leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead.
Finally, you look at Cassie again. "What now?" you ask in a nervous whisper.
"Whatever you want, baby."
Your eyes glimmer playfully. "How about room service?"
Cassie laughs before giving you a quick peck on the lips. "Sounds perfect."
The next morning you're woken up by kisses. Cassie's kisses. She kisses the sensitive areas on your neck before moving up to your face. When she tries to kiss your lips, you pull back, self-conscious about your morning breath. But Cassie couldn't care less.
She offers to help wake you up, a dirty smile plastered on her face. You take her up on that offer, and she goes down on you. It doesn't even take five minutes until you're cumming on her face.
Wanting to give you more, Cassie asks if you're up for something else. Heat starts to quickly pool in the bottom of your stomach again. You end up riding her face which brings you to your second orgasm of the morning.
Now, more wide awake and hot, you want to taste Cassie. She gladly lets you, and it doesn't take long for her to cum because watching you come undone brought her halfway there.
Just a minute or two after you ate out Cassie, there's a knock on your hotel door. You throw on a robe and a pair of slippers that the hotel provided to answer the door.
The door flies open and you see Trinity and Samira. They're all dressed and ready for the day.
You and Cassie were in your own little bubble. Right now you two were supposed to be going to breakfast with Trinity and Samira. Time went by in the blink of an eye when you were with Cassie just now.
You lie and tell them that you both forgot to set an alarm. They seem skeptical, but have no reason as to why you would make that up. You tell them that you and Cassie will meet them at the conference in an hour or so.
When you return to Cassie, she's making her way into the bathroom to get ready for the day. You follow her which wasn't a good idea if either of you wanted to be productive. But neither of you cared.
You end up showering with Cassie. She washes your hair, and you wash hers. You're unable to stop smiling, and Cassie can't either.
After an hour and a half, the two of you finally meet Samira and Trinity. They're listening in on a doctor talk about new medications, so you and Cassie sneak in the back. It's impossible to keep from stealing glances at each other.
By the late afternoon, you're desperate to put your hands on Cassie. Luckily, Trinity and Samira both need to use the restroom. You take this opportunity to be physically affectionate with Cassie. Your back is to Cassie as you watch Samira and Trinity walk away, making sure they're out of eyesight before you do anything.
Suddenly you feel Cassie's arms snaking around your waist. It seems like she can't get enough of you either. Your hands rest on top of Cassie's.
"I can't wait until we're back in our room", she murmurs against the side of your head.
"Why's that? You got something planned, McKay?"
Cassie spins you around so you're facing her. She moves her hands to your shoulders, and you put yours on her hips. "You'll just have to wait and see."
Smiling, you roll your eyes, and then kiss her. Since you're in public, you don't kiss for too long. To make up for that, Cassie ends up smothering your face with kisses. You giggle, the sound music to Cassie's ears.
You stay wrapped up in each other for so long, the world around you fades away. Cassie leans in and presses another soft kiss to your lips, unable to get enough.
But when she pulls away, she freezes. Cassie's looking over your head at something behind you. Confused, you turn around.
Fuck.
Samira and Trinity are staring at you two, their jaws on the floor. Subconsciously, you inch closer to Cassie as your coworkers approach you two.
Trinity smiles with amusement. "I fucking knew you guys didn't forget to set your alarms."
sebastian/sam/f! reader (stardew valley) | read it on ao3
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anyway, imagine going to steam in front of a mirror about a horrible date only to get railed by two really hot servers in tight shorts? no seriously... imagine... twosday and other specials
inspired entirely by this art! sotie, the absolute legend you are
wc: 6.6k
tags: smut, threesome (m/m/f), fingering, piv, oral s☆x (m and f receiving), sp☆troasting, multiple org☆sms, ball sucking, spanking, finger sucking, creamp☆e, no use of y/n
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don't you just hate it when all the doors in a restaurant look the same?
a miniature, low-cost sign that's most likely just a piece of tape with break room written on it easily gets overlooked when you're just looking for an excuse to leave the less than brilliant company at your table under the pretence of wanting to wash your hands. so, having given your date such a fake smile that your hand clenched into a fist, you find yourself going down the stupidly lit hallway where the cute grumpy server said the toilets were located. hm… he said third door on the left, yeah? or second. maybe it was second on the right? or third. fairly sure it was the first thing, you feel for the handle and push open the heavy wooden door.
"the fuck?" you hear the voice before seeing the source of it. the room is so dimly lit, the small orange sources of light almost enchanting as they move like fireflies.
"exactly. she looked fucking miserable, who brings their date here? must be some creep who thought it'd be like one of the city places with women in skimpy outfits and their tits showing." the other voice sounds familiar, but you really have to focus on not tripping and the promise of gossip is so inviting, you decide against announcing your presence for now.
"seb, we're the women in skimpy outfits in this place."
"yeah, whatever. i hope she at least got a good eyeful when she looked, because from what little conversation i caught, the dude is annoying as fuck." there's some movement, and the speaker's face is illuminated by the end of his cigarette as he flicks the lighter against the end of it again. his eyes blissfully close, and you recognise the server from earlier that brought you your food.
"maybe she needs a better date, eh, dude? maybe a happy ending?" the other man snickers, taking another drag himself.
"don't be an asshole, sam." he pauses. "no, actually, maybe you're right. maybe she needs a better end to the night than faking another laugh for that dickhead. should've heard how painful those jokes were…"
"oh and you could show her a better time?" he lets out a hearty laugh, one that starts in the very depth of his stomach.
"i fucking would and you know it. could bend her over this table right here if i wanted to."
"you're way too horny today, man, stop being a fucking pest." the other man scoffs and shoves him, and you manage to catch a glimpse of toned arms and a handsome face, his blond hair nearly glowing in the moonlight coming in through the window. the wooden board under your foot creaks slightly, but it's enough to make their heads snap to where you're standing. suddenly so painfully aware of the fact that you were eavesdropping, unable to hide away, you clear your throat.
"oh… this is… not the ladies' room." you attempt to play dumb, but the black haired server has already flicked the pitifully weak light on. not that it makes much of a difference, but at least they can see you now.
"the fuck are you doing here?" he scoffs. "i told you the toilets are the second door on the right. unless you wanted to get into the employees only area…"
the blond stands beside him, looking you up and down and the corner of his lips tugs upwards a little. "wait, seb, is that her?"
"the very same." the other one, seb, confirms. they're nearly finished with their cigarettes at this point, you notice, the orange glow is getting uncomfortably close to their fingers. seb's are indeed painted black, you noticed a glimpse of them when he was standing so damn close to you, practically leaning with his crotch against your shoulder. now it's like his bulge is looking right at you in the dim room, prominent against the orange shorts. so fucking tight. "eyes up here, sunshine." he all but snaps his fingers, but gives no other sign that he minds your eyes wandering.
"uhm…" you start, unsure how to approach the situation. on the one hand, you're somewhere you shouldn't be, on the other, though… you might have ended up exactly where you want to be. "my date isn't that bad, you know?"
"sure…" seb crosses his arms, and your eyes immediately get drawn to his muscles. toned, but still lean, and even though you just ate, so inviting to sink your teeth into them. "painfully unfunny, looks like something dragged out of the town river after rotting in there for a century, and i've seen you look around the room like you wanted someone to save you or kill you." you stand there flabbergasted, unaware that your face was so damn loud that even he noticed it. the other server stands next to him, his taller frame a little more muscular and tanned, those tight shorts — yoba bless whoever made them — riding up his thighs. his smile says just happy to be here, even if he stays quiet for the time being, inching a little closer to you while you rifle through your brain trying to find any form of excuse or reasoning why he's wrong.
"that's—" you begin, attempting to sound self-assured.
"too accurate? scarily correct? completely spot on?" seb continues, uncrossing his arms, flicking his fingers over the flimsy name tag that has sebastian completely scribbled out on his chest. "the guy looks like he can't find a clitoris even if it flicked him on the nose. but go on, tell me i'm wrong," sam whistles in amazement at the speech, "please."
you shift your weight, suddenly feeling a lot warmer than when you first sneaked inside the room. your palms sweat, put on the spot and looked at so… intensely. it strikes you that he's actually expecting you to answer, something that hasn't happened almost all night on your date.
"i hardly even know the guy, and besides—" you raise an eyebrow, looking from seb to the other one — sam, at least that's what his name tag says — and back, "why do you give a fuck?"
"yeah, seb," sam speaks up, amusement obvious in his tone, "why do you give a fuck?" his words only stoke the fire, and by the looks of it he enjoys being the pain in the ass that seb's look is saying that he is, because all he can respond with is more snark.
"just think it's stupid, that's all." his brow furrows, and for a brief moment you can't help but think it's the sweetest little crease in the world. however, then he opens his mouth. "you deserve someone who could care about you enough to make you actually cum, not that shit-for-brains who hasn't stopped talking about himself since you stepped foot into this place."
"wow, you paid a whole lot of attention to one specific table, there." sam smirks, now standing close enough to you that you can feel the warmth of his body. "almost like there was someone of interest sitting there."
your cheeks heat up, realising that all those moments when he walked by your table with an empty tray, glancing over to check how you're doing, seem to have been because of you. in the moment, you wouldn't dream of questioning it, because each time he walked past, accidentally brushing past you, his ass, the prominent bulge in those tight shorts, and those arms were the only things on your mind. to the damn point that you haven't even registered that your date hadn't asked you a single question.
"trying to steal someone's date during a meal…" you sigh, a smirk on your lips the shape of mischief, "dunno, man, that's kind of low."
seb tilts his head and cocks one eyebrow, taking a couple of steps towards you. "trying? nah, i think there's no trying… you're here, aren't you?"
"i was looking for—"
"yeah, yeah, toilets." he walks up to you and looks down at your defiant eyes as you try to challenge him. sam moves to close the large window that let their cigarette smoke out. "so when you saw that this is not, in fact, the ladies' room… why didn't you turn around and leave? why, after eye-fucking me the entire time in the main room, do you try and lie to me? and yourself."
"and me." sam pipes up, earning himself a groan from sebastian's slightly parted lips. "oh relax, i'm just messing. but actually—" he stands behind you, effectively sandwiching you between two incredibly titillating servers, "you know you're probably gonna have way more fun here than out there."
now it's your entire body that's warming up, your thighs press together for a brief moment before sam notices.
"oh, and it looks like you don't mind the idea." his head dips to your ear, lip brushing against the shell as his hands travel around your waist. "do you?"
"no seriously, do you?" seb's voice nearly vibrates, eagerness in his eyes burning into you. "you'd be insane to go back to that loser." the word is like a glob of spit he couldn't wait to get out of his mouth, but as he gets closer and as sam's large, skilled hands touch your waist, you can hardly even recall the face that's supposed to be waiting for you in the restaurant. "but if that's what you want…"
"no!" it's almost embarrassing how quickly you protest, how quickly you give up on going back in to spend the rest of however long the torture of smiling and nodding at bullshit would last, how damn quickly you decide that you need them. "no i… i'm not going back."
with surprising speed, your hand shoots out and pulls sebastian to you, landing his smirking lips on top of yours to swallow any stupid snarky remark he could think of in the moment. sam dips his head lower while you kiss sebastian, trailing his lips down your neck to nip at your shoulder. four hands map out your body before tugging on your shirt — the nicest one you could fish out of your wardrobe that day, for hopes of having a decent time — to lift it over your head, breaking the kiss for barely a second. they seem to be doing things perfectly in tandem, ebb and flow of touches, of breaths against your warming skin, sticky with anticipation and excitement.
"sam, a little help?" a whisper of instruction crosses over your skin towards sam, and they start moving you to the large oval table in the corner of the room. their nimble hands lift you up and seamlessly perch you up on top of it, and sebastian moves to stand between your knees, leaning down to unhook your bra while sam tilts your head back to get a taste of your lips for himself. it's hard to tell which one of them is hungrier, for both keep taking eagerly. sam's hand rests on the underside of your chin, strong and unmoving, feeling your throat every time you swallow.
warm hands cup your soft breasts, and suddenly seb's lips close around your nipple. his tongue lightly flicks it and sam willingly swallows your sudden moan. his tongue glides with yours while his other hand works to tug the waistband of those tight shorts down to let his hardened cock breathe. his huff dies in your mouth and you come up for air, blissfully dizzy when seb snaps you out of it with a playful nip on your breast. one look down at his crotch tells you he's also desperate to get out of those shorts, which you reach out to tug off of his hips. he groans as the waistband passes over his erection, finally freeing him from the tightness he doesn't want to be buried in. he must've seen your lip being tugged on by your teeth, because the deadly smirk on his face deepens and he leans in, hooking his finger under your chin to tilt your face up.
"still hungry?" he coos, stealing one more kiss from your pout before handling your jeans, sliding them down your legs unceremoniously, revealing your bare skin. sam takes the chance to pull you down on your back, a crooked grin gracing his face when he sees you laid out like a feast on the table before them. "don't worry, sam'll feed you his cock in a minute."
"you good?" sam glides one hand over your neck and jaw, taking in the way you look up at him and nod, so soft, so vulnerable, so ripe for the taking as his other hand slowly strokes his cock. he looks up to see seb mesmerised by the pretty wet patch on your panties, using his thumb to press the fabric against your pussy and collect more of the wetness. "seb?"
"hmm?" sebastian lifts his head, that cocky snarky smirk almost completely erased, but he quickly sets back into it. "yeah. yeah, sorry." in a few short seconds the fabric is completely removed, landing on the floor together with your jeans and probably your shirt somewhere. not that it matters, because you're not likely to leave anytime soon, a thought that makes a little coil in your abdomen feel tighter as you see seb tugging his boxers down, one hand on your hip, the other spreading your dripping folds to rub your arousal over his tip.
sam's crotch is right there, and just from the way he handled you until now, how hungrily he kissed you, how he laid you down and caressed your neck, you have a feeling he will indeed feed you well. reaching out almost instinctively to slide sam's boxers down, his hands close around yours to help you out. immediately, you feel your mouth watering at the promise of having him between your lips and, when his cock finally bounces out of the fabric, you hold it in your hand and bring it down to your lips, luckily the table's height is just right for his hips to be level with your head.
oh yoba, the little chuckle he does is nearly enough to make you put his entire length into your mouth. he's smiling down at you, cradling your head in one hand while the other brushes against your cheek.
"go on, take it." he's so cheeky with it. "it'll be better than anything that loser out there could possibly do."
and so you lick the underside of his shaft, causing him to buck his hips forward instinctively before you wrap your lips around his pink tip, already beading precum that is so deliciously salty on your tongue.
"shit, thaaaat's right." he groans, biting his lip while seb watches you suck slowly. his fingers still glide up and down your squishy folds, grazing over your clit so gently, not wanting to give you what you're so desperately dripping for already.
they look at each other as if a silent conversation transpires between their intense gazes, and when they look down at your naked body sprawled out on the table in their break room, they have a plan. slowly, sebastian's finger pauses on the very entrance to your pussy, trying to push in only the tip of his finger. sam gently rolls his hips forward, making you take more of his cock into your mouth until you whine around it, vibrating his shaft. you swipe your tongue around his cock head, once, twice, one more long lick as your lips take more of him, watching as his heavy balls move in time with his thrusts. it's comforting, having sam's hand hold your head securely, supporting you as you relax your throat and let him move again. he thrusts forward repeatedly, slow at first until you relax a little more around him, until your little moans spur him on faster.
sebastian watches your lips wrap around sam's cock and furrows his brow slightly. initial jealousy is quickly drowned in the sheer fascination as his index finger slides deeper into your warm cunt. he pumps it slowly, watching your body struggle to choose between focusing on sam's thick shaft and reacting to him fingering you. he adds another, just to see if he can. hah, the sound your tight pussy makes almost has his face break out into a smile, such a delicate thing wrapped around his fingers as he slowly drags them in and out of you. a gentle curl, oh you're arching your back already. he must've found the sweet spot already, judging from the way you whine and try to lift your hips off the table.
"what was that?" sam grins, looking down at your mouth so full of him that you can hardly make any noise, but those little whines have him thrusting a little harder, fucking your sweet face with decisive movements. "couldn't hear ya there…"
"sam, you know it's rude to talk with your mouth full." sebastian chastises him. "and i don't think we've got ourselves a rude girl here, have we?" he smacks the side of your thigh playfully, rubbing it in little circles to soothe before he reaches for his needy cock, stroking it slowly, timing his hand with the thrusts of his curled fingers in your pussy. he gives you a little more, a bit more of his fingers, until he's knuckle deep in your cunt and you're squirming against his hand. no longer pumping, he curls his fingers again and presses his thumb against your needy little clit. oh, the moan from your mouth is sinful. would be even better if it wasn't muffled by sam's thickness, but you have him bucking into your mouth erratically. seb chuckles, seeing the situation as truly insane as it is, a damn good break that only started with a gossip session about your lame date. and now you're there, taking his best friend's cock like a champ in your mouth and his fingers with your pulsating pussy, tightening around his digits while he curls and straightens them repeatedly, the pad of his thumb lazily rubbing your clit.
the sound of sebastian's groan has you trying to close your thighs. stupidly, you imagined it would work, but he is quick to release his throbbing cock and smack your legs open, making sure he can see your pretty pussy take his long fingers.
"nuh-uh, can't do that…" he clicks his tongue, "gotta see you take this with my own eyes." you whine in response, finding it a little amusing that sam's hand tightens on the back of your head each time you do so. he's trying so hard to keep a steady pace, but you're feeling so good, being so damn vocal, responding to their teasing and to seb's endless snark like a damn brat, and it just might be the end of him.
your cheeks hollow. uh-oh, sam curses and looks down at your pretty face, seeing those sucked-in cheeks as you make his breathing quicker and heavier, his self-control teetering on the edge and just threatening to spill, but he can't give up yet.
"seb…" he groans out, looking up at his friend who's busy smearing a few drops of his precum on one finger to write an s on your lower belly over and over and over. seb looks up reluctantly, stopping the slow pumping of his fingers into your warm cunt.
"what?"
"i'm losing it here…" sam groans, hips stuttering into your mouth, struggling to keep cradling your head.
"tch— fine." slowly, he pulls out his fingers, sighing when he raises them up to his eye level and sees the slippery strings of your wetness connecting them. "here—" he reaches over as sam gently pats your cheek and pulls his sensitive cock out of your mouth, gasping at the loss of your warmth. seb's fingers press against sam's lips, coaxing them open as the blond sucks the wetness off them, groaning at the taste.
"fuck… that's good, you're good, you know?" he looks down at you, smiling once again as you clench and unclench your jaw. "what are you thinking?" he looks at sebastian again, but he's crouching down between your thighs, burying his tongue into your weeping cunt, sucking on your clit, making out with it to take advantage of your free mouth, so loud and whiny.
and what a whine it is… your hips buck up into his face, but his mouth is relentless, taking and taking as your shaky fingers grip his dark hair, tugging on it desperately, bringing your knees up, closing your legs, rolling your hips up seeking more as his fingers once more enter you. sebastian hums against your pussy. kept so close to the fucking edge with his fingers, you're nearly tearing up with relief as he sends you over it, sucking on your sensitive clit as you clench around his fingers and moan out with your orgasm. he slowly takes his digits out, tongue lazily licking up your release between the slick folds that he's been kissing. wet sounds echo in your ears, mind spinning as your eyes close and flutter open, just in time to see sebastian press one last kiss to your clit and get up on his feet. damn, without that pissed off face he looks so pretty… sweet, even, when he looks so satisfied and happy with himself.
"sorry… couldn't hold back." he smirks, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and licking it clean.
"it's fine, man." sam slaps his large hand on seb's shoulder, grinning with a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. "come on, now," he adjusts his heavy balls, "need to cum already, she's so damn good with her mouth you gotta try—"
sebastian takes hold of your legs and spreads them again, humming in admiration of your sensitive, reddened pussy, so sweet as he still tastes you on his tongue.
sam walks around the table, leaning down to kiss your sweet lips, smiling as he pulls back to kiss your nose, and then your forehead. "you gonna use that mouth on me again, huh, pretty?" he whispers against your forehead, "felt so good, damn… so good." he positions himself above you again while seb pushes his fingers into you again, earning himself a sweet little whine and an arch in your back. one hand gliding along your tender folds, the other pumping his more than ready cock, already having left a few drops of precum on the floor where he stands, bringing his tip to your pretty cunt.
"ready?" sam chuckles, leaning forward so his balls rest on your lips for the moment that you take to collect yourself before taking one into your mouth.
"yeah," you breathe out, your head fuzzy with all the sensations, with the euphoria of the night and the tingling in your limbs, "yeah, 'm ready."
"sweet girl," seb murmurs, looking down at how your pretty pussy sucks him in. he pushes in slowly, only focusing on the honeyed moan that spills from your lips, on the shiver in your skin, on the twitch in your thigh as you try to hook your leg around him, but he holds them both open. he lets out a long groan as you take him in, tightly hugging his length as he lazily slides in until he's pressed up against you. the grip of his fingers on your thighs nearly bruises, and you can feel that he's holding back from just slamming into you like a maniac until you're both bruised and spent. instead, he stays still for a few moments, letting you adjust to him as your lips take in sam's balls, tongue sticking out to lick along his skin while his hand strokes his thick shaft, sighing in pleasure as his eyes close.
sebastian starts to move. at first with a few languid, long thrusts, feeling the entire length of your tight channel hug him, but then he speeds up. his pace is set by the sheer need that spreads from you onto the two of them, his grip on your thighs unmoving. he watches as your tits bounce with every snap of his hips on yours, mesmerised by the way you suck and make his friend groan like that. sam's hand speeds up, jerking off so desperately as your tongue glides over his skin, as your mouth sucks in his balls so perfectly that he bucks his hips repeatedly. your skin feels like it's on fire now, with three hands roaming your body, long fingers pressing into your flesh, sam's hand holding one of your breasts while sebastian's dig into your thighs, pushing your knees up towards your chest.
and fuck, with the way he angles your hips, you can feel him so damn deep inside you there's no way you can hold in a whine. it's all that it takes for sam to swear out loud and spill his cum all over your soft breasts, warm sticky liquid landing on you like drops of summer rain. he groans when you slowly open your mouth, letting him pull away with a heavy breath, holding onto the edge of the table with white knuckles.
"need… need a minute." he swallows, turning away from you as sebastian keeps pumping into you.
"fuck, you did so well, didn't you? sucking his balls like that," he groans out, "gonna drain me too, aren't you?"
he leans down over you, pushing your legs further to your chest and there's a moment then when you think you might be past your limit, when your eyes close and you imagine this must be it, the shaking in your legs and the quiver in your cunt are all there is now, just them and sebastian's cock fucking into you so damn deep. but then you feel his tongue on your chest.
he licks a few drops of sam's release and kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth to make you taste it, to make you feel what it tastes like when you're being so good for them. you take it off his tongue, swallowing as he goes for one more. it's sticky and salty, but from his lips it tastes golden.
sam drops into the chair next to you, hands over his forehead, huffing and groaning as he watches you two, sebastian's hips rutting into you, your beautiful form arching up into his body… a sight to behold, something to bring the pep back into his step as he imagines the rest of the shift ahead.
"you gonna cum for me again?" sebastian murmurs against your lips, looking into your eyes with his lightly lidded ones. "gonna cum on my cock this time?"
he speeds up a little, slapping of his balls on your ass keeping you aware of the pure need with which he moves having fantasised about it since you started ogling him when he came to take your order. your whiny little mouth keeps moaning for him, more, more, it says, fuck right there, and one final oh fuuuuck as you clench around his throbbing cock, leaning your head back to breathe, he curses and spills his release into you.
the aftermath of a storm, your body shaking and cramped, but it feels oddly serene. your eyes close, taking in the sensation of sebastian's hands kneading your thighs, and then he's off. he pulls out slowly, cursing at the loss of your warmth, some of his cum already dripping onto the floor. mesmerised, he stares at it leak while you lift yourself up on your elbows.
"holy shit…" you chuckle, still feeling your thighs quiver a little, "that was—"
"yeah," sam replies, approaching you with a damp hand towel to clean up the mess he made on your chest, "it was. i hope you've got one more left in you, though…"
you look up at him, the charming little dimple in his cheek so prominent up close as he leans over you, making sure to get all of his cum off your skin. nodding, you accept this offer, a little anxious over how you'll be able to handle more of them, what they have planned for you, how you're supposed to just go back out to your date after this. as if with gratitude for letting them use your body, he leans in with a smile and presses his lips to yours again. it's a slow kiss this time, a break from the hungry ones before he came, a break from the ruthless snapping of hips, the erratic push of his cock while he fucked your pretty mouth.
"give him a minute," he pulls away murmuring, "then we'll switch. make it fair."
seb comes back from the little kitchen area downing a glass of water and you spot a rogue drop gliding down his jaw and neck, racing another one to the official roosters tank top. swallowing thickly, you follow his movements while sam's hands gently knead your breasts, brushing thumbs over your nipples just to hear your breath hitch. there you sit, on the edge of the smooth oval table, butt naked with your legs dangling off the edge. totally the way you expected the night to go, right? you think back on the fact that you weren't even that interested in going on this date, a little too tired, a little too uninterested in the guy that invited you out to grab a bite at this newly opened restaurant that's supposed to have great food. well, you're certainly being fed, just not in the way you expected.
"flip 'er over," sebastian instructs, grabbing a cigarette from the jacket hanging by the door and lighting it with a long drag into his lungs.
sam certainly doesn't have to be told twice, he helps you get up and turn around, lowering your body onto the table once again, but with your legs conveniently spread. he caresses the softness of your ass, kneading gently before bringing his hand down quickly. the smack echoes in the room, bringing a smirk to sebastian's face as the cigarette dangles from his lips.
"again." seb commands, blowing out the smoke and leaning in to see the reaction on your face.
sam spanks you again, pressing his erection against your pussy and grinding against it. and again, the light sting of the impact causing you to bite your bottom lip. seb holds your chin tilted up, easing his view of the way your eyes roll back when he says again and sam obeys. gentle circular motions soothe the skin in between spanks, but nothing can soothe the heat that's spreading through your body at the feeling of being looked at this way. sam's little murmurs don't escape you, quiet as they are. pretty little thing, your smile widens, fuck, so wet and dripping, you look up at sebastian, catching him off guard while he smiles. immediately he fixes his face, looking only slightly pissed off while he smokes. sam's cock keeps rubbing against you, making you moan with anticipation. every rub of your hips against the edge of the table is another second wasted on not being fucked by him.
"what are you thinking?" sebastian asks, eyebrow raised as he adjusts his stance, now standing in front of you, his cock head nearly touching your lips.
"feeling awfully empty." you respond, a cheeky smile on your bitten lips, a cocky glint in your eyes.
"we can fix that, can't we?" he replies, directing his words both at you and sam, who just smacks your ass one more time in response, chuckling as you yelp in surprise. "there we go…" he murmurs, large hands holding your hips steady as his tip presses against your pussy. your back is arched so sinfully, the curve sending a shiver down sebastian's spine as his fingers brush against your cheek and tilt your chin up, lining you up with his cock. sam swipes his length up and down your sensitive folds a couple of times, collecting remnants of sebastian's cum as a warm-up before he starts stuffing you full of him, coaxing out moan after moan that vibrate around sebastian's shaft. "now you're getting the roosters special."
"man, what the fuck?" sebastian scoffs, not stopping the sliding of his cock into your mouth.
sam responds with a too-amused chuckle, sheathing his cock inside you until his hips meet your ass. he sets the pace quickly, savouring the squeeze of your cunt and taking more and more form it. at first he holds your hips, keeping you steady while he thrusts. his soft grunts make the tightly wound coil in your abdomen go wild, all while seb keeps your chin up as you wrap your lips around his length, using his other hand to take that cigarette out of his mouth. the sight of him so seemingly nonchalant while he guides more of his shaft into your mouth is so intoxicating, you can't help but suck in your cheeks like you did with sam earlier. only it takes one stern look from sebastian to make you stop it.
"behave. i don't wanna cut this too short, gonna enjoy your mouth a little longer." he stubs out the cigarette against the table, not caring about the smooth and unmarred surface as he leaves it there.
too hot, your body is heating up at the sight of him from below, keeping your chin stable while sam ruts into you. your hands grip the edge of the table, holding on for dear life while sam spanks your ass again and again, almost giggling as he watches it bounce off his hand. he slides his palms a little further out when he's had his fun leaving hand prints on your ass cheeks, now holding onto your waist so he can hold you tighter while his thrusts get rougher. you whine around seb's cock, already choking on him as he pushes a little too far. he shushes you, cooing as he pulls back a little and brushes his thumb over your cheek. "oh come on… you took sam's, you can take mine too."
so you do. inhaling through your nose, you relax your throat and let him roll his hips into you. your chin gets heavier in his hand as you relax, but it's nothing he can't handle, especially not for such a pretty face he gets to fuck. his eyes are focused on your lips, the way his cock disappears between them, the entry to heaven hidden behind your pearly whites. sam speeds up, needier, one hand wrapped around your torso while the other cups your breast and his body leans on top of your back. his hips desperately rut against your ass, burying his cock deeper with each roll as he gets needier and needier for you to squeeze him with your walls.
it's sebastian that can't hold back anymore though. whenever he looks down at your eyes, your lips, your obedient mouth, he tenses up. throwing his head back, hips thrusting faster, he pleads with you to do it now, to hollow out your cheeks and give him that perfect suction that he needs. you obey. with a muffled moan around his thickness, you suck in your cheeks and watch him unravel, hips stuttering and tip spitting his pearly white cum into your mouth. finally, he can slow down. groan after groan, whimpers sneaking out of his throat, he slows to a halt and caresses your cheek before he carefully slips out of your mouth.
"fuck…" he gasps, collapsing into a chair and breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he watches you lick your lips clean after swallowing his load.
sam stays on top of your back, pushing into you like a needy little thing, meeting the flesh of your ass with his hips in desperate ruts, reducing you to a whimpering mess under him pressed against the table. his fingers toy with your nipple, squished between the hard wood and your warm body, something heavenly as he whimpers together with you.
"you're close, huh?" he murmurs against your back, "i can feel you squeezin', heh."
your teeth tug on your bottom lip as you try not to cry out, feeling his cock push into that one spot that makes your mind go blank. two fingers part your lips and your eyes snap open, looking at seb as he stuffs them into your mouth, keep you busy, keep that tongue working as it swirls around his digits. you bite down on them, making his lips curl into a smile as he praises you. good girl, for how you take sam's dick like a champ. there you go, for how you keep your tongue moving even when sam spanks your reddened ass cheeks again since he's back to holding you by your hips. cum for us, pretty girl, and you can hardly hold back. a long, high-pitched whine vibrates around seb's fingers as sam speeds up again, his balls slapping against your clit and his groans getting needier as your tight cunt squeezes him.
a couple more thrusts and he's done for. gone. spent. shooting his release inside you as you wring him out, making him collapse on your back once again, this time swearing he could fall asleep right then and there.
seb pulls out his fingers from your mouth, licking the string of saliva you left there from between his fingers before he wipes them on his tank top, making a wet mess of it. "good girl, now that was better than your date, wasn't it?"
you nod, panting, resting your cheek against the table as sam reluctantly pulls out of your sticky, messy cunt. even messier now, leaking two loads instead of one, soft and sensitive and so cold now that it's empty. a gentle swipe of that wet towel startles you, making you buck your hips into the edge of the table before you relax and let sam clean you up, ignoring the leaking mess on the floor, just focusing on you. he lingers crouching there for a moment, just looking at your pulsating entrance as if silently thanking it for its service, for making his shift bearable, for being so damn soft and warm for him and his best friend. he presses one brief kiss to it before leaving it alone, walking to the pile of clothes that should be his boxers and shorts.
"come on, one leg at a time." seb takes it upon himself to pull your panties back up, following them with the rest of your clothes. "can you walk?"
a slow nod as you push yourself off the table, you're mostly steady on your feet. a little wobbly at first, but you can fake it. they're right there, behind you as you open the door to the break room and suddenly everything is so much louder. the casual chatter, the exuberant laughter that echoes along the walls of the dining area, the lights… the empty table where you sat earlier.
"wow," you scoff, shaking your head, "he fucking ditched."
approaching the table, seb follows after you while sam turns to another table waving at him. the plates are empty, your purse still on your empty seat, but there's no money left on the table, no signs there should be another person here. fair enough, you shrug, but now the bill is all on you.
"don't worry about it," seb chuckles, noticing the lack of payment as soon as you do, "it's on the house."
with a quick pat on your ass, he turns and walks away, heading to serve another table of people with growing appetites and wandering eyes.
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“Hey Y/N,” He trails cheekily as he walks up to the front of my desk, a coffee cup in hand.
“Seems the coffee monkey is back.” I say bluntly, not looking up from my papers as I continue to fill and highlight them. He chuckles fakely as he continues to loom over me.
“Speaking of coffee. You forgot yours,” He said, holding it out a bit closer, nudging me to take it. I finally flick my eyes up from the paper I was working on, my body still hunched over it, pen steadied in my hand.
“What’d you do this time? Put fart spray in it or something?” I ask sarcastically with a small amused grin of my own creeping on my face. He looks back at me with the same unserious energy.
“Now why would I do something like that?” He asks, obviously stretching his tone to make it obvious, yet there was something oddly genuine in his tone to. Not too surprising of behavior from the little prankster.
I snatch the cup from his hand and take a bold chug of the practically pure black coffee, holding back the grimace reaction on my face to the awful sludge.
“Thanks, Luke” I challenged him with a smile after swallowing some almost-soon-to-be puke. My gaze didn’t drift from him until he walked away back to his desk in the corner.
Damn, he has a fat ass. Who told him he could have that?
Oh god, what was I even thinking!? Luke Cooper?!
He was totally an off-limits kind of goofy asshole. Not to mention Micheal, my boss’s nephew.
No, no, no! Get it out of your head!
I shook myself back to focus and forced my gaze to stick intently to what I was working on, now scribbling away feverishly with my pen to ignore the strange thoughts beginning to cloud my mind.
Am I ovulating? When did I start getting the hots for Luke Cooper? I ask myself curiously. My mind drowning out the work I was doing momentarily.
Noope! Don’t think about it!
After that, it was hard to get work done. I practically had to imagine slapping myself to get back on track.
“Y/N!” Called out one of my coworkers, Phyllis. Suddenly a thud slams on my desk and shakes under my arm like a current as a stack of papers gets dropped on it.
“Can you copy these for me sweetie?” She smiles. I just flash her a giant fake smile, almost grinding my teeth in annoyance as I nodded and picked up the papers. I noticed Luke for a split moment as I got up from across the room, watching what happened. Watching me.
I then became keenly aware of his eyes piercing into my back and I shook at the thought of him possibly watching the way my ass shifted under my tight pencil skirt as I carried the weighted stack of papers to the copier.
And just my luck, as soon as I finished copying every paper, as I’m walking back down the hall—CRASH!
The papers fly up and scatter everywhere and I’m left stunned and momentarily blinded from the sheer white sheets. Luckily the stack stayed mostly in tact.
Before I go down to pick up the papers I check what I ran into, and there he is. Luke.
“You asshole!” I bark.
“How is this my fault!? You should pay more attention to where you’re going!” He sneers back, a frustrated look on his face at me for being (rightfully so) upset at the encounter.
“Can you at least help me pick them up?!”
To my surprise he got down on the floor without a word or complaint and began to help me collect the papers dropped. I was so surprised that for a moment I just stood there and watched, expecting him to throw it back in my face or something.
I got down and helped him when I realized he was really helping me pick them back up and reorganizing the stack. We both picked them up together in an awkward, tense silence. The air thick between us and unsure.
He handed me the rest of the papers with a stoic look, continuing the silence of the moment. He stands there for a moment and eyes me as if he were going to say something, but he seems to drop it and continue moving on without another word.
I shake my head again and try to forget what just happened as I returned the copied papers to Phyllis, who luckily gives me no extra trouble and accepts the papers gratefully.
Back at my desk, I now have a load of work I need to finish, meaning I’d be pulling an all-nighter at the office for the first time. I sighed, clasping my face in my hands, just wanting to scream into them.
It was dark in the office, practically midnight at this point and I just wanted to finish. I had hoped to be alone, but somehow my luck just kept getting worse because Micheal had decided to punish Luke for one of his pranks un-related to me and had him finish some extra work that left us both here together. Neither of us acknowledged the other, keeping to ourselves. Which somehow made the air in the room feeling suffocatingly dense and thick. The tension rising even more, to the point the air was so stale I took my sweater off, despite the blasting AC on all the time.
I must have been cursed today because you wouldn’t believe what happened next. I finished my work and just as I stood, so did Luke. At that moment we both stood at our desks, glancing at each other in silence as our glowing computer screens dimly illuminated our faces a bit. Both of us had unreadable expressions before eventually we made the move to start heading to the elevator.
We both stood there, waiting for it to come for what felt like forever, the time dragging on and on to the point where my palms began to sweat from how tight my fists were. The air was even more dense, yet dry, making my throat almost choke and force out a desperate cough which would have worsened the awkward feeling between us.
We had never actually fought like that before. Everything was always so unserious between us, but I guess I was so stressed I just…lashed out. I wanted to apologize, but as soon as I opened my mouth the words got stuck.
I looked up to see how far the elevator had climbed and that’s when I realized. The elevator lights were off. It wasn’t moving to any floor. It was stuck or off. I panicked, not knowing how to explain to Luke, or even knowing if he was thinking the same.
“Hey..Luke..um..” I choked out in a soft voice that felt kind of off and hoarse.
No response. I struggled to swallow as my throat became some tight.
“I—I think the elevator..isn’t coming..” I finally managed to say in a normal tone, not even bearing to look at him as I spoke.
“I think..we’re..”
“Trapped.” He finished for me in a monotone.
“Yeah..” My eyes flashed quickly to glance at him. And that’s when I noticed he had been staring at me calmly the whole time, his brow slightly furrowed like something was really bothering him. It was somber. Guilt saueezes my heart and I finally begin to turn to him, my mouth falling open as I spoke.
“Luke, look, I—I’m sorry I lashed out earlier I—“ I stuttered, my expression melting painfully.
My words were instantly cut off when he leaned down and placed a passionate kiss against my lips that probably held for longer than it should have. My brain scrambled and I became stunned again. I could feel the burn of my face getting flushed, luckily it was too dark for him to see it, despite the minimal dim lighting from the moonlight in the windows.
“I—what—“ I stuttered, the words slipping past me.
“I don’t care.” He said almost sternly. It was an intense tone that triggered the dormant butterflies in my stomach to flutter and beat against it. “I just want to know how you feel about me—really. Because…I like you, Y/N, a lot. Ever since I met you.” He said, a passionate and painful expression painted his face as he loomed over me. Searching my eyes for answers as he poured out his heart.
“I think…I like you too..” Was all I had to say in response, time seeming to slow even more even with the pounding of my fluttering heart rushing in my ears.
We just stared at each other in the eyes for a long pause, not sure of what to do next. When to make the next move. What to say. It was a new tense air, one that caused both of us to lean into each other eventually and give into our desires.
Our mouths quickly met in a deep kiss and my hands instantly found his hair as he grabbed onto my waist, pushing and pulling each other like magnets until we stuck against the wall beside the elevator and he pinned me against it. He broke the intense kiss, a web of drool attached between our now swollen lips as he pulls away to plant wet, tender kisses on my neck.
He definitely left a few marks, on purpose. Asshole.
I couldn’t stay mad for long though when he tore open the buttons of my dress shirt tucked into my skirt and revealed my lacey bra underneath, letting my breasts hang out of the cups in a auick attempt to release them as one of his large hands cups the swell of my breast, his finger pinching and rolling the rosebud nipple tenderly and sending shivers down my spine.
I let out a few breathless moans as my head leaned back against the wall. I felt his suit-pant-clad hard-on roll against my thigh, grinding against it in hopes of any relief from the aching restraint.
I couldn’t even attempt to reach for him before he began bunching up my skirt around my waist, my bag now lazily thrown to the floor as I let it slide off my shoulder. I gasped sharply when he ripped open the bottom of my tights to reached my now soaked panties eagerly.
I didn’t even have time to think when he sunk knuckles deep inside my drooling cunt, twisting and massaging them just right, making me cry out in melodic whimpers and moans that he seemed to relish in as he growled lowly, sucking on my clavicle and kissing my neck again. He sucked onto me like a leech as he used the pad of his thumb to tease my swollen clit while he fingered me breathless.
My knees trembled, threatening to give way, but his grip on my waist kept me upright. I felt the flutter of the beginning of my orgasm and let out a sweet moan.
“Ah~wait, stop! I’m goh~nha!” I whimpered, reaching out a swift hand to his wrist, trying to pull him away.
Luckily, he removed his fingers, staring into my eyes as he brought them to his lips and licked them completely clean, moaning like I was the heavenliest thing to ever taste.
“Not yet, baby..” He cooed, explaining in a deep whisper, hot against my ear.
He quickly freed himself from his pants and boxers, pulling it out through the top and letting it slap out against his stomach over the waistband. He was bigger than I expected as I stared in slight awe between us, precum leaking heavily from his angry tip, dripping down his twitching shaft.
Luke smiled proudly to himself as he noticed me staring. I expected him to say something witty, but I guessed he could hardly wait, because he just put both of his hands under my thighs and lifted my legs up to his shoulders, pressing and folding me against the wall as he lined up.
I was so wet that he easily sunk in as his tip pressed forward and he instantly groaned as he bottomed out, and I let out a pathetic whimper as his tip kissed my cervix.
“Fuck…you’re so…fucking…good..” He struggles between groans as he begins to pick up a steady pace, slowly thrusting into me faster, using his grip on my ass to slam our hips together. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders tightly, my fingernails digging into the back of his dress-shirt as I moaned shamelessly at each deep, carnivorous thrust.
“F-Fuck! O~Oh, fuck!” I whimpered loudly, my voice trembling.
He kept groaning and letting out strained erotic sounds in my ear, huffing with each thrust as he pounded into me like it would be the only time. Like he had waited so long and wasn’t ready to give it up.
My legs shook in his grip, my toes clenching in my heels. I was practically drooling as I became completely clouded by lust, my brain fogged with only the thought of his cock ramming into me and sending shockwaves through my body.
“F-fuck! Such a good girl…taking me sho good baby~” He praised as he continued rutting into me.
I practically screamed as I clenched around him, my muscles fluttering and spasming as I came hard on his cock. He quickly followed suit at the clench of my gummy walls and spilled inside me, warm and thick. He rode out both of our highs, slowing his desperate thrusts.
He carefully let me down off his shoulders after we had a minute to catch our breath and come back to reality, helping me pick up my things and fix my clothes he had basically shredded. My hair was completely disheveled as well, sticking to my face sweatily.
The elevator was still off, so we had to wait. But the air now felt clearer and fresh. I felt less awkward around him, regardless of the fact we just fucked our brains out. We spent the rest of the night sitting next to the elevator, waiting to see if it would come back on. During that time we talked for hours.
Eventually we fell asleep on each other’s shoulders and everyone came into work the next day see the display, Micheal was the only one who dared to bother us.
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“So what about this dress?” You ask your husband, strutting out of the bathroom over to where he was sitting on the bed. Kit let out a low whistle, his eyes taking in your whole figure, absorbing every last detail.
“That’s a real nice look you got goin’ on,” Kit smirked suggestively. You rolled your eyes, striking him softly and playfully in the bicep with your handbag.
“Calm down, baby,” He chuckled, taking your forearms in his large, calloused hands. His thumbs stroked the skin of your forearm, trailing up and down the smooth, freshly-lotioned skin. “Need’a keep me intact ‘till we get to where we gotta go,”
“Which is?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Kit lets out a soft chuckle, looking down as he shakes his head softly.
“To dinner, sweetheart…We can have desert when we get back,” He bit his lower lip, his eyes darting from your face, to your breasts. God, he was trying so hard to be a gentleman for you. You plop yourself down right on his thighs, your legs swinging on either side of his, which are pressed together.
“Or you could have it before dinner…Just this once..” You whisper seductively, your hands going cup each side of his face. Kit let out a soft hum, sucking in air through his teeth.
“Well, I suppose we could let that slide…Just once, right?” Kit chuckled. He grabbed your shoulders, flipping you over. You let out a small squeal, your back colliding with the fluffy duvet that sat over your shared bed.
Kit pressed his lips to your neck, feeling your pulse point beat under his lips. He left behind small wet marks on your neck, his hands trailing up from the small of your back. His large fingers gripped the seemingly small zipper of your dress.
“F-Fuck— can’t- get it-“ Kit laughed in a low tone, fumbling with the zipper. Kit grabbed each of your shoulder straps, pushing them down your arms as his body rested over you, his knees on either side of your hips. Your fingers were in his hair, messing with his brown locks.
You giggle as he pulls you dress down your body, kicking your legs a little. Kit grinned down at you, biting his lower lip. He thought you were the most gorgeous woman on earth. How he loved you.. He pulls off his shirt, your eyes immediately scanning his toned figure. He planted kisses down your neck, tugging his tighty-whities down his large thighs, kicking them off by his ankles. Kit ran his hands down your body, his thick palms grazing your skin. Kit unclipped your bra, never pulling his lips from your skin.
You bury your face in his hair as he continued kissing your neck, his tongue occasionally poking out to prod gently against your pulse point. He slipped his meaty fingers under the waistband of your panties before pulling them down to discard them with the rest of the currently unwanted clothes.
Kit licked two of his fingers, dragging them down to your clitoris. His rough finger pads yanked and pushed your throbbing clit in circular motions, your whimpers and moans being music to his ears.
“Yeah? It’s that good?” Kit spoke in a slightly gravelly tone, chuckling breathlessly down at you as he watched your eyes flutter, your chest heaving roughly as your legs kicked slightly upwards. Kit pulled his hand away, pressing a small, open mouthed kiss to your cheek.
Kit lined his hard cock between your slits, the tip angry and flushed as pre-cum shot softly between your folds, sending pre-orgasm shivers down your spine.
“Ready? one- two- three— nngh-..” Kit groaned, counting down before he pushed into your folds, stretching your cervix. You let out a weak moan, sighing. Kit brought his lips down to your collarbones, sucking on the bone beneath the skin. You swore you heard him letting out please whines.
Kit’s thrusts became increasingly faster and more frantic as he got closer. He wanted to make sure you hit you orgasms at the same time. You felt him nibbling the helix of your ear, his thrusts getting shaky as your flesh collided with each new push. You felt his cock pounding inside of you, his dick long enough so the tip just barely grazed your g-spot.
“Nngh…baby, i’m close..” Kit groaned, his half lidded eyes darting around your face.
“M-Me too—“ You mewl, feeling your orgasm approaching. Kit’s pace slowed, pounding into your throbbing, slightly swollen pussy harder and harder until you both finally felt the hot wash of an orgasm crashing over your bodies.
Kit threw his head back, letting out a loud groan. You squeaked, your fingers digging into his back as you felt his seed dominating your womb, filling you until you were practically leaking.
He laid down over you, panting as he nuzzled his face into your warm neck, sweat covering his face. “I- I don’t think ‘m hungry anymore..”
summary: Luke Cooper, the nepotism hire at Dunder Mifflin, starts to get a little crush on you.
warnings: nsfw, car sex, fingering, unchecked writing, smut with little plot
a/n: i had nothing to title this one ✌️
”Coffee monkey has arrived,” You heard Luke’s voice say as he walked into the office area, holding a cardboard carton of coffees. An audible sigh of annoyance escaped the workforce of Dunder Mifflin as a whole, including yourself.
Luke Cooper. Michael Scott’s nephew, who apparently Michael hasn’t seen because he was cut off from that side of his family. No fucking wonder. Luke was lazy, incompetent, ignorant. But Michael still ordered that everyone had to not nag or bother Luke. Nepotism in its finest form, just like fine cut cocaine. Except cocaine actually gave some form of pleasure and satisfaction. Unlike Luke.
“You got my order right, Luke…” You say. Luke gave that smug-ass smile. Luke’s eyes looked you up and down with a smile. It’s like he always got everything right about you. It was weird.
“Just the way you like it, right?” Luke asked, smiling. You roll your eyes, unimpressed by his antics of giving you special attention.
You walked back over to your desk, sighing as you stared down at the cup of Starbucks. Why the fuck was he so lazy with everyone else? He was so lazy, that all he practically did was sit there, smile, and laugh like he was fucking high. But for some reason, you found that…endearing?
About half an hour later, Luke came up to your desk. He smiled at you, tapping his hands on the wood of your desk. You look up a him with a sharp exhale. You put on a fake smile and looked up at him.
“Hey,” You smile.
“Hi,” He smiled back. It was a really bland start to a conversation. He looked exhausted, like always. Exhausted or high.
"What do you need, Luke?" You asked, looking up from your computer screen. Luke had been known for coming around your desk just to annoy you with his antics, but you always brushed him off.
"Nothing, nothing," He replied, scratching the back of his head nervously. You could already guess what he wanted to ask you. But since he hadn't stated it yet, you gave him a chance to spill before you did.
“I just thought, we haven't hung out ever. Wanna go smoke in my car?" He suggested, smirking slyly.
Letting out a small sigh, you begrudgingly agreed, “Fine. Let’s go.”
soon enough, you two were sitting in the backseat of Luke’s red car, sharing a cigarette with the windows rolled down. “Why do you always get my order right?” You ask.
“Well,” Luke began, taking a drag from his cigarette before blowing out a cloud of smoke. He looked away, clearly trying to come up with a believable excuse.
“It's simple, really. I pay extra attention to your order so I can get it right. It’s not that hard.” He grinned, trying to hide his nervousness. Maybe he could sense that you saw straight through his lie.
After a few moments of silence, he continued, "Besides... I like making sure you're happy." He muttered, glancing at you sideways. His eyes met yours for a brief moment before he quickly looked away again.
“And I enjoy spending time with you.” He couldn't help but blush as he admitted that last part, the truth behind his actions slowly slipping out. He took another drag from his cigarette, watching the tip glow with each puff. He then offered you his pack of cigarettes, holding it out to you so you could have one if you wanted.
"Want another? Or should I take it as a sign you're mad?" He joked, trying to lighten the mood. You shake your head, sliding closer to him.
Luke sighs, looking out the window as you scooted closer. He smiled, starting with a quick place of his hand on your thigh. Soon though, you were on his lap, naked from the torso down.
Luke’s fingers slid in and out of your core with precision, like he’d done this a million times before. But you knew he hadn’t. No one would ever in a million years want Luke Cooper’s fingers up their pussy. No one except you. You moaned, your fingers digging into his pants like you were hanging onto a cliff.
“L-Luke-“ You whine, your legs shaking. He laughs at you, moving his fingers in and out quicker now, curving his fingers upwards inside of you. You squeak, exhaling shakily.
He grabs your hips, placing you down next to him as he pulled his fingers out of you. Luke unbuckled his belt before sliding down his pants and boxers. His cock shot up, flushed and covered in precum. He twitched as he looked at you, sighing. You straddled him, hovering just over his tip.
“You’re such a tease,” He whined, grabbing your hips as he forced you down onto his cock gently. A lot more gently than you thought he would. You let out a sharp gasp, your eyes closing as you panted softly.
Luke held your hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock. You never knew you had feelings for Luke until you were riding his dick. Well, you never knew your feelings were this strong. No matter how much he annoyed you, you always wanted to fuck his brains out
. The tip hit your g-spot, making you moan loudly. One of Luke’s hands covered your mouth, his other holding your neck.
“Shh, shh, shh…slower, slower, okay? we can’t rock the car, they’ll see us from up in the office,” He chuckled, panting softly as he held your neck. Luke squeezed your neck, his hand coming off of your mouth to unbutton your shirt.
“That’s it…that’s it. perfect…” He said huskily as you slowed down your bounces. Luke unbuttoned your shirt, peeling it off to kiss your chest. “I knew all these coffee runs would get me somewhere,”
cw: nsfw, smut with little plot, semi-public sex, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of creampies
word count: 816
“c’mere, baby…i don’t bite..” Jimmy said, pulling you closer by your hips. You giggle softly, feeling Jimmy press his soft lips to your neck. His nose pushes against your skin, his breath warm against you.
“Jimmy, stop!” You giggle as he pushes you against the back of the large column in the middle of the carousel you two were currently hiding behind. Jimmy had dragged you here after the troupe’s performance. He had been staring at you the whole time he was onstage, shooting you small winks. And now, it was finally time.
“Someone’s gonna find us back here,” You warn with a small smirk, emitting a small squeak as Jimmy’s lobster claw trailed up your thigh.
“Oh, no one’s gonna find us…and even if they do, it ain’t gonna be a surprise seein’ me hidin’ out with you,” He said in a slightly mocking tone, looking up at you with a small smile.
You felt his fingers, nevertheless deformed, pull at the waistband of your panties. Feeling the soft fabric fall to your ankles, you kick them off onto the wood flooring of the carousel, your eyes watching Jimmy lower his jeans and boxers to about his mid thighs.
Jimmy’s cock, which was a an angry deep red color, sprung up against his stomach with a small smack, bobbing in the air for a few seconds before he finally pulled you closer. He grabbed one of your legs, pulling it up around his waist before grabbing the other. Jimmy slid his hands to your ass, cupping and holding you in a way that would support your weight.
Jimmy pushed you against the same center cylinder, smirking as you let out a small whimper. Your hands wrapped around his neck, resting at the back of his head. You felt him teasing you, sliding his tip gently between your dripping folds before pulling it out again, smacking your own slick onto your clit with his tip.
You let out a shaky, pathetic whimpers as he teased you, your noises occasionally shattering from the building pressure in your stomach.
“Yer gorgeous…yer gonna be nice and open by the time we’re done, huh?” He said in a soft but husky voice, pressing his lips to your neck. You nod, letting out a small exhale of relief. Your short lived sigh was interrupted by a sharp, full feeling in your cervix, along with the slapping of skin.
“A-Agh-“ You moan lewdly, biting your lower lip. Jimmy was big. So big that it hurt a little. You’d never had any man like him in your whole life.
Jimmy let out soft grunts, pressing his lips together with each thrust he made into you. His lips parted slightly, eyes fluttering after nuzzling his cock high up inside of you. You could just foresee the pregnancy now.
“F-Fuck, baby..” Jimmy groaned, his thrusts getting faster. He smirked, listening to you punctuate every push he made further into you. His thrusts sped up and you could just tell he was getting close, especially by the way he twitched inside of you. Hell, you could practically feel him pulsating inside of you.
You finished first. Your cunt clenched tightly around him, your walls practically closing in on his poor dick, milking him for all he had. Jimmy let out an obscene groan, pushing weakly into you as his orgasm crashed over him. You could feel him filling you up, but you could care less. The warm feeling of the remnants of your encounter which was currently filling your womb made you want to do it all over again. You rest your head forward against his shoulder, smelling his cheap cologne, which still smelt like home to you.
“You okay..? huh..?” Jimmy spoke softly, planting a kiss down on the crown of your head. You nod against his shoulder, panting, your chest heaving against him. Jimmy sighed before speaking again.
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what your camera roll looks like dating kyle + explanations!
masterlist!
1: he sent you this photo while at one of his frat parties, definitely a little tipsy ... but the photo you sent back with your little smile made it worth getting made fun of by his brothers from how stupid he looked with his tongue out.
2: sent this one to you when you complained about having a bad day and immediately locked in, posing all attractive with his side profile. sending you a "did that brighten your day?" and then smiling like a kid in a candy store when you said yes.
3. one of the many photos you've taken of him. this one was at a local coffee shop you'd taken him to a little too early in the morning. the whole walk he was complaining (playfully of course..) but as soon as the camera landed on him he was all smiles.
4. this one you think is the funniest photo you have of him. it was completely unplanned. you'd been walking along the sidewalk by some shops, just about to enter a sandwich place for lunch before you heard his painstakingly familiar voice. you looked back to see him getting a speeding ticket–unaware you were there. you instantly snapped a photo–and when you showed it to him later? he couldn't stop blushing and covering his face, laughing through his embarrassment.
"I swear I'm a good driver!"
5. from a fancy shmancy event his fraternity had organized. you were so ecstatic he'd finally decided to wear something other than jeans and t-shirts that you took like 10 photos–but this one you decided was your favorite. especially since all the other ones were blurry...he just couldn't stop laughing at how giddy you were.
"it's just a suit."
"I know! but you never dress up! here–say cheese!"
"cheeeeese." he smiled, eventually bursting into laughter when you made another comment on how cute he looked.
6. another moment where he was trying to contain his laughter. you both had tried to do a "try not to laugh challenge" with water in your mouths (knowing he'd fail..) so when you saw even the tiniest of smiles begin to curl his lips, you instantly snapped a photo, catching that split second before he spat the water out and admitted defeat.
7. felt unusually photogenic that day and begged you to take a photo of him. when you showed it to him he immediately kissed your cheek before taking your phone, zooming in on himself like he was checking for any mistakes.
"this should totally be your wallpaper."
"what?"
"c'mon, you're mine!"
"I am?"
"duh!"
(he secretly changed it anyways)
8. surprising him at his frat house early in the morning only to be greeted by this when you walked into his room while he was getting ready...safe to say he has a love-hate relationship with you and the photos you take of him..
9. his official fraternity photo that you screenshot off their website. each time you sent it to him or teased him about it, he'd immediately groan and flop over on top of you like he was spineless.
