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[softspokendove]

A Second High

Boyfriend!Thanos x Female!reader

Your boyfriend comes home from getting high with his friends, the only thing on his mind is you and making you feel good.

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You expected your boyfriend to be home late, but not this late. It was one of his usual nights of going out with his friends doing god knows what, rap battles, trashing cars and random stores, getting himself in trouble and having to send you a late night call from a jail cell. You’ve gotten pretty tired of asking what he was going to do and when he’d be back, you just knew to always have your phone on you and to finally enjoy your peace and quiet.

It was surprising to find out the longer you dated him the more clingy he’d let himself get around you. Everywhere you’d look he’d always be near you in some sort of way. When you’d let him he’d always have his hands on you, just a simple touch of his hand on your thigh calmed him. What surprised you even more was how he was beginning to prefer being with you to his friends.

He used to be so excited to go out and get high, just doing about anything he wanted. But now whenever his friends would text him he’d ignore it or make some kind of excuse. You brought it up one time, asking him why he hasn’t seen them in a while, all he did was shrug and continue toying with your hair. His friends started to pick up on it and were getting annoyed. This time they came over instead of texting and practically dragged him out of the house to come hang out.

Here you were laying in bed, tiredness being long forgotten as your mind runs with worried thoughts about Thanos. You know he can take care of himself and he’s always been fine all the other times they used to hang out; maybe his clinginess is rubbing off on you. As you roll over for the 10th time your heart jumps as you hear a key being put inside the front doors lock. A huge sigh of relief flowing out of you at the sound of your boyfriend’s feet stumbling through the living room.

“Baby?”

You go to reply back but see him walking into your shared bedroom, his face lighting up at the sight of you. “Hey baby, were you sleeping?”

You shake your head, “no, I can’t fall asleep.”

He puts a small frown on his face at your words. “You need some help?” Thanos didn’t need you to answer as he already starts climbing into bed and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging your body towards his. He shoves his face into your hair and inhales your smell, letting out a little hum.

Your curiousness gets the best of you, “so what did you guys do?”

He brushes your hair out of your face and tilts your head so you can look at him better, “the boys tried getting me to rap battle this one guy.” He shakes his head and fiddles with the strap of your tank top, “I wasn’t up for it, so we just smoked and hung out.”

You give him a little smile as you cup his cheek, he leans into the simple touch. “I wanted to come home hours ago, they took my car keys.” He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your lips, “I missed you.”

You return the kiss, “I missed you too.”

“No, like I really missed you.”

He doesn’t let you move away from him and pulls you closer. His lips returning to yours but making the kiss last longer than the one before. A little noise creeps up his throat and hits your ears. His hand moves down towards your waist and pulls it towards him.

The need for oxygen becomes too much, you try to pull away but instead earn a whine from Thanos as he continues to follow your lips. “Baby I need to breathe.” He reluctantly obliges and kisses down your chin to your neck, sucking the skin around your pulse. You let out a small sigh at the sensation and lean your head back to give him more room. He pushes you backwards on the bed and hovers above you as he continues to attack your neck.

His hands slip under your top and roam around your stomach and sides. The little noises you let escape your mouth encourages him further as he sucks harder, starting to leave bruises on multiple parts of your neck. When he goes more down towards your collar bone you let your fingers tangle through his hair and give a small tug earning a deep groan from him.

He uses his teeth to pull your tank top down to let your boobs free, his mouth immediately attaching to one of your nipples, his left hand toying with the other one doing the same motions that he does with his tongue. “Mm Thanos.” He moans in response to his name sounding so good and whiny coming out of you.

When he feels you starting to squirm and get impatient he lets go of your boobs. He slowly lowers his body down to where you need him, leaving kisses on your body in his way. As he reaches your panties he gives them a kiss, his lips hitting your clit through the fabric causing your breath to hitch.

“I missed you so much princesa.”

His fingers curl around the straps of your panties and start slowly sliding them down your legs, he throws the material somewhere in the room. Your cunt being in perfect display for him.

“You look so pretty, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Before Thanos could stop himself he starts kissing your cunt as he would kiss you. His tongue peaking out through his lips and hitting your clit just right. Your fingers give his hair another tug as you try to lift your hips up towards his face, seeking more attention. Thanos smiles at your neediness and gives you what you want, the only thoughts running through his mind are to make you feel good.

He parts his lips and licks strips up and down your cunt collecting all your juices. He sucks your clit into his mouth and uses his tongue to run patterns on it. After a few moments he lets your bundle of nerves go and sticks his tongue inside of you, getting a full taste of just how sweet you are.

He groans, “Fuck baby you taste so good.” His tongue goes as deep as it can inside of you as Thanos tries to get everything he can of you.

When he comes back up he goes to give the same attention to your clit as before, but this time he pushes a finger inside of you so your walls have something to clamp down on. Your cunt spasms around his finger, you feel yourself getting to your brink but you just need more.

“More please.”

Thanos hums at your begging and gives you another one of his fingers. Your walls stretch around two of his digits as he increases the pace of his tongue on your clit. His other hand moves up towards your chest and starts toying with your nipples, the pleasure mixing with your lower pleasure. The tightness in your stomach starts to get stronger as your cunt starts pulsing in his mouth.

“There you go sweetheart, cum for me.”

Your noises get louder the closer you get to your release. You subconsciously push his head deeper into you as your other hand grips the bed sheets. You feel his tongue tracing letters on your clit.

T

H

A

N

O

S

And again on repeat.

This brings you to your edge. You let out a high pitch moan as your cunt gushes around Thanos’s fingers and into his mouth. He lets go of your clit so you don’t get too sensitive and moves back down to lick up the remainder juices.

He moves back up your body when he’s satisfied and pushes his two fingers inside of your mouth, letting you get a taste of yourself. “See how good you taste?” You nod your head as you suck on him.

“I could live off of you. You’re like a high that I never come down from. I’m never leaving you.”

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A/n: let’s be real here, Thanos is definitely the guy that loves giving his girlfriend head and tracing his name with his tongue on her.

[softspokendove]

"Keep making those noises, baby"

pairings: rafe cameron x shy!reader

summary: you always tended to hide your moans in bed with rafe, until one night it became too much. rafe instantly falling in love with your noises.

warnings: smut, p in v (unprotected), moan kink, doggy and missionary position, Rafe is kinda rough.

You continue to grind down on your bottom lip, the flesh horribly swollen as you try to keep your moans in. You've always felt safe around Rafe in every way, but when it comes to letting out your noises in bed you would blush and scur away from the idea. It wasn't about being uncomfortable, you just didn't know what to do or how to sound. All of those nights you'd stay up late watching those nasty videos only paying attention to the moans and whimpers coming out of the women. They always sounded so confident, so open. That just couldn't be you, you didn't know how.

Rafe was relentless with pounding into you, his hands digging into your waist as he pulls you backwards to meet his thrusts. Every few seconds he would let out some sort of noise, whether it be a groan, grunt, or a whimper. You loved it. Each sound that came out of him rewarded him with your walls tightening around his cock, his head craning back in how good you felt.

There's been times when Rafe has brought up how quiet you are in the bedroom. He'd be careful about it; not trying to embarrass you or make you feel bad. He'd slowly approach the topic and wait for you to add anything you'd want to it. Which usually would end up in you lowering your head trying to avoid eye contact and say that you didn't know how. Of course, Rafe didn't understand what you meant, it should come naturally to you not something you need to learn, but non the less he wouldn't push any further and would instead rub your thigh trying to calmly reassure you.

As Rafe tilts his hips in a certain way and his thrusts continue their abuse on your cunt from behind, your hands reach out to grip the sheets, your knuckles turning white from how hard you're tightening your grip. A weird sensation crawling up your neck and staying in the back of your throat. Your mouth instinctively letting go of your bottom lip and opening agape. The feeling gets stuck in your throat until a certain hard thrust of Rafe's pushes you towards the feeling and you let it out. The moan flowing so softly out of your mouth Rafe thinks he might've imagined it.

Rafe holds back his own noises and hits in that one spot just right again, earning another low moan from you. The moan causing Rafe's breathing to hitch and his dick to twitch. He puts one of his hands on the lower part of your back and pushes down causing you to arch more. The angle making you roll your eyes into the back of your head; the next moan leaving your throat is even louder this time.

God, you sound so good. Rafe could listen to you making that sound all day, it edges him on further. The tip of his cock constantly hitting that spot inside of you at a rough pace, Rafe leaning down and leaving small kisses all over your back. The soft tender kisses mixing deliciously with how hard Rafe is pounding into you. You rest the side of your face on the bed and let out a whimper at the beautiful feeling of the combination.

You whimper making Rafe let out a groan. "Fuck yeah, keep doing that." You're too lost in the pleasure that you're not too sure what exactly he's talking about. You feel your head get reeled back as he pulls your hair, the new sensation making a louder moan come out. "Yess sweetheart, that's it." The new praise making more of that same feeling pile in your throat, just wanting to come out.

You close your eyes and focus on Rafe's hard length sliding slickly in and out of you. The noises starting to escape on their own now. Each time he would bottom out inside your cunt it would end up in another whine or moan coming out and filling the air.

Rafe gets filled with a need to see your face, to see how good you look when those beautiful sounds are coming out of you. His hands land on your hips and force your body to turn over, your cunt and face on full display for him. Your eyes were still closed, but open in confusion when you don't feel his cock still inside of you.

Your eyes then widen when they come in to contact with his, your face becoming a deep shade of red as you recall all those noises you helpless let out. Rafe just smiles at your reaction and shoves his cock right back inside of you still hitting that same spot as before. Your hand reaches out and holds onto his wrist as the overwhelming pleasure hits you all at once. "Keep making those noises, baby. Wanna see how loud you can get." He then pushes down on your lower stomach bringing you closer to your breaking point.

"Rafe!" You try to warn him, to say anything at the quick feeling of your core about to snap. Instead, all that comes out is the sound of your moans getting louder and louder. Your walls wrapping tightly around Rafe's throbbing cock. Your noises bringing him close.

You let out one final loud moan as you cum and spasm all around his cock. Rafe quickly follows your suite and groans as he cums inside of you.

"Fuck baby. You have to do that every time, you sound so good."

[softspokendove]

Let me make you feel better

pairings: bsf!chris sturniolo x reader

summary: you’ve had a horrible headache all day; nothing seemed to help. Your best friend chris offers some help in the best way he knows.

warnings: smut, fingering, praising, hickeys, chris practically worships reader, pet names

You rub your fingers across your forehead trying to find some relief in the throbbing pain echoing in your head, groaning in annoyance when no relief follows. You've taken more than enough pain killers and have tried every known relief tactic; nothing has come to aid.

Chris pauses the movie that plays in the background and turns around upon hearing your struggle. Chris has been a blessing all day, he's the one that got up to get the pain pills when you could barely lift your own head up, he turned down all the lights in the room and made sure the tv was played on low volume. He's been constantly checking on you to see if there's been any change, which usually follows with him almost pouring water down your throat because he's convinced your dehydrated.

You turn your head towards him and see concern written all over his face. He has his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he chews on the skin. "Does it still hurt the same?" You give him the best smile you can manage and nod your head slowly. Chris sighs and rubs his face, wracking his brain for anything else he can do.

You adjust your lower half trying to get comfortable, rubbing your thighs together in the process which catches Chris's eye. He remembers reading somewhere that orgasms can sometimes help with headaches, he's even tried it himself once but knowing that you're his best friend he doesn't know if he should bring it up. He doesn't want to make your relationship awkward.

Not that he hasn't thought of you in that way before, he has. Too many times, for his liking. He's tried to keep a respectful gaze for you since you've became closer, but my god is it hard.

You groan once again when your arm becomes tired from rubbing your head constantly, this makes the pain worse which Chris can clearly see on your face.

Chris fixes his spot on the bed; his back now against the headboard and his legs are spread open. He pats his thigh, "Come here I'll help."

You carefully make your way over to him, trying not to move your head too much in the process. You position yourself between Chris's legs with your back against his front. Chris pushes down on your hips making you be as close as possible to him before he brings his fingers to your head and starts rubbing. You sigh in the slight relief it provides you, "That's good." Chris chuckles quietly at your reaction.

You start to feel bad making Chris cater to your needs, he sits in a dark quiet room just gently rubbing your head hoping to make you feel better. "You can push play."

Chris is quick to reply, "You sure? I can turn it off if you want."

"No, it's okay, push play." You feel one of Chris's hands leave your head for a few seconds and then quickly returning and giving the same treatment as before, this time there being slight noise in the background. You choose to block it out and just focus on how good his hands are making you feel. The pain is still there but the constantly throbbing and pressure has begun to subside.

You lean your head back to rest on his chest and close your eyes. Too caught up in finally getting some relief you let a small noise slip past your lips, coming out as a brief moan. It doesn't register in your brain that you made the noise, and it would've all been forgotten if it wasn't for Chris's breathing to hitch.

He tries to focus on the movie, but all his head can hear is your small moan, over and over again. His pajama pants start to feel too tight for his comfort and his hands start to have a mind of their own. They start to slowly seep lower on you. Rubbing the sides of your head, then your shoulders, and then your upper arms. All to end up on your upper thighs, still rubbing the skin.

"Chris."

He's quick to interrupt you, "shh let me try something," His hands continue their movement till they get to your inner thighs and push your legs apart. You let him do so and have your legs open wide for him. He rubs small circles on your inner thighs just right above where you need him, "I promise to make you feel good. It'll help."

He was practically praying that it would help. All he wants to do is make you feel better and if this doesn't work, he's out of options. He takes a huge leap and lets his fingers brush over your clothed cunt. The feeling causes you to gasp and spread your legs even more.

The tips of his fingers brush over your clit and down towards your entrance, then come back up repeating. "Can I take this off?" You still have your eyes closed but know that Chris is talking about your shorts when you feel him pinch the material. You let out a 'yeah' with a short nod of your head.

Chris's fingers dip into the waistband of the clothing and slides it down your legs, throwing it somewhere in the room. Instead of following his actions by taking your panties off, he brings his hand back up to toy with your clit over the other layer of clothing. He does a small circle around the nub which is then followed by him pinching it.

The new pressure causes another moan to flow out of you, cheering your best friend to keep going. His other hand rubs teasing symbols around your entrance, causing your panties to dip into you and get drenched in your juices. Chris's head reels in feeling how wet you are. His hand movements making the wetness soak higher up towards his other hand on your clit. Your panties now completely ruined.

"Let's take these off. Wanna see how good you feel." Your eagerness has risen, and you start squirming in order to help Chris take off the last layer of clothing to your cunt. Chris wraps an arm around your waist, stopping your movements and pulling you tighter against his chest.

He keeps you there and continues his touch on your clit, his fingers now in complete contact with you. His fingers slide up and down through your folds, "feels so good baby," you feel yourself clench at the new nickname, which Chris picks up on when his digits stop at your entrance. "You like being called that?' My baby." You moan out this time and try moving your hips to get more friction, but Chris's arm around you leads to you barely moving.

Chris smiles at your obvious reaction and slowly slides his finger into you. As he brings his finger out it's glistening with your juices in the light given by the tv. His mouth waters at the sight and he brings his finger into his mouth, savoring the flavor of you. "You taste so good too. Fuck, you're going to make me go crazy." Chris is quick to bring his wet finger back inside of you and start a slow rhythm. He readjusts himself behind you, trying to make his cock stop aching.

You lean your head further into Chris and let moans continuously fall from your tongue. This serves Chris a good view of the side of your neck, he can't stop himself. He starts kisses your neck a few times to get you used to the sensation before he starts sucking and biting down onto the skin. He knows it'll leave marks; he wants it to.

Chris can feel you fighting against him, trying to move your hips for a faster pace. This he happily gives you. He speeds up his finger movements and insets his other finger, almost filling you up. "Damn baby you're so tight." He mostly mumbles out the sentence between all the attention he's giving your neck.

The sweet feeling of Chris's mouth soon turns into a small ache which mixes deliciously with the fingers attacking your insides. With the same hand that is inside of you, he uses that hands thumb to rubs circles on your clit again. The core inside of you beginning to put pressure against your lower stomach, Chris's touch getting you closer to the edge. "Chris I'm gonna cum. Please. Feels so good."

You feel the pain in your head begin to disappear as the pleasure increases. You open your eyes and immediately land on your best friend's fingers sliding in and out of your cunt, your slick covering his digits and slowly dripping down you. Your pussy tightens at the sight, "Cum for me baby, I know you can do it." He moves his arm down to your lower stomach and pushes. The pressure causing the pleasure to increase as you fall over the edge with a load moan of Chris's name.

Your cum seeks out of you and makes Chris's hand a mess. He licks and sucks it up, moaning at the taste of you. "Good job baby." He gives your neck one last kiss before kissing your cheek. You relax against him as you start to come down from the blissful high. "Y'feel better?"

You wait a few seconds before answering, trying to see if the pain comes back but it doesn't. You sigh in relief, "Yeah it's gone." Chris smiles and rubs up and down your thighs and stomach. You start to fall asleep in his arms when you feel a hardness on your lower back, realization dawns on you. "Wait you need help."

You try to sit up, but Chris just pushes you back. "It's okay, I'm okay, just go to sleep."

"But-"

"I swear it's fine. Get some rest." Chris leaves no room for questioning and starts to fall asleep himself when he feels your body go limp against his.

[softspokendove]

It was me

pairings: bsf!matt sturniolo x female!reader

summary: after your one night stand with ghost face, you can’t seem to forget that night. you confide in your best friend about your experience and how it’s been driving you crazy, all for you to find out he was the mystery man.

warnings: SMUT (who would’ve thought), knife play, slapping, p in v unprotected, degrading, rough kinda, pet names (sweetheart, baby, etc), name calling (slut, whore, etc), biting, multiple orgasms, crazy matt kinda, fingering, little blowjob f!receiving.

Important note: this is a part two, part one is posted before this one it’s called “ghostface matt”. I do recommend reading that one before this one since it has important “plot”. I’m sorry I don’t know how to link it :(

“Are you listening to me?”

you try to rack your brain for anything that Matt has said to you in the past 10 minutes but nothing comes to mind. You’ve been too busy inside your own head replaying previous events of the party last weekend. The more you think about it, the more you can feel his hands back on you again making you subconsciously squeeze your thighs together on Matt’s bed.

You look at Matt and he has an agitated look on his face. He’s been ranting to you for the past 20 minutes trying to get your opinion on the new video idea his brothers have, he doesn’t think they should do it and he wants you to back him up on it.

You quickly nod your head trying to be convincing, “yes I’m listening.”

Matt raises his eyebrows challenging you while he crosses his arms, “okay then what did I just say?”

You don’t even think before answering, “you asked if I was listening.” A sarcastic smile written all over your face.

“Very funny.” Matt blows air out of his mouth and walks over to sit beside you. His back now rested against the headboard, you sitting criss cross while facing him. “So what’s got you in a pickle?”

You snicker a bit at his choice of words, “a pickle?” He just shrugs, not a hint of humor shown on his face. You can tell by the look he’s giving you that he expects you to answer him truthfully. You feel your face grow a tad bit warmer as you think back to what you were previously day dreaming about.

You’ve told Matt before about your past sexual experiences and he’s told you his, it was a normal thing that was brought up time to time. But this time it was different. It felt different. You truly felt like that was your best sexual experience of your life and saying it out loud to your best friend didn’t sound appealing.

“I was just thinking about the party last weekend.” It’s not a lie, more like a half truth. You could be okay with that.

“Oh? What about it?” You feel your stomach twist and try to think of something to say other than the truth. You see a small glint appear in his eyes as he adjusts himself, getting more comfy.

“Nothing. It was just fun.” You copy Matt’s movements and adjust yourself a bit too, trying to look unsuspicious. But Matt can see right through you.

He squints his eyes and tilts his head, “c’mon it’s me, you can tell me anything.” You appreciate his words but it doesn’t help with the racing of your heart or the small patch of heat beginning to pool lower and lower. You don’t trust yourself to answer him, to concerned that your voice might wobble, instead you just lower your head and stare at your lap.

Matt knows this move all too well. When you’re too embarrassed or shy to answer someone you avoid any and all eye contact. “What did something happen?” You feel bad ignoring him so you shrug your shoulders as a response. A few more seconds go by, “Did you sleep with somebody?” Matt sees you visibly stiffen and he lets a small smile slip.

He finds it adorable how open you usually are about your sex life, but you can’t stop getting flustered everytime he’s asked you about the party. He’s been prying at you all week to get your side on what happened. To his luck all he got was you either avoiding his questions or changing the topic. He’s not letting you slip away this time.

“What is that it?” You slowly pull your head up your eyes finally meeting Matt’s deep blue ones. A small ‘yeah’ escapes your mouth. “Was it that bad?”

You shake your head, “no it was good.”

Matt’s small smile grows, “How good?”

Your eyes widen in surprise at his constant pestering questions. He’s not usually this interested in sex. “Really good. Like the best I’ve ever had.” You mumble the last bit but Matt heard you perfectly. Matt feels his heart swell up in pride. He made you feel so good, more than any other man has. He knew you were made for him and this is just more proof.

“Soo do you know who the guy is?”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at Matt’s question. How’d he know there was a mystery guy. For all he should know is that you just had a one night stand. He couldn’t know that even you didn’t know who it was.

Unless.

Unless he was there. Or someone told him. Like the mystery man himself. No, if you knew who was under the ghost face mask you would’ve known right? I mean you must have felt that you knew the person. But then again you carelessly let that man use you practically, it’d be worse if you didn’t know him and let a stranger do that. Right?

Matt can almost see the wheels turning in your head. Your eyes are rapidly looking all around his face as your poor little brain tries to figure out how he knew. To be honest he wasn’t going to tell you. He wanted to see if he could run into you again as ghost face and see how’d you react.

He loved it. He loved seeing your pretty face all flustered and in bliss as his cock worked your wet pussy. He came home and jerked himself off before bed, replaying the whole scene again so it was fresh in his mind. He’s had so many boners this week alone. Every time he’d cum it’d be to you, your name effortlessly rolling off his tongue. He’s had to stay in his room for most the week so his brothers can’t see the state that he’s in.

He’s addicted and it’s bad.

All he wants is you. All he can think about is you. When you walked into his room earlier for your usual movie night all he wanted to do was practically pounce on you. To kiss you, feel you, hear your beautiful moans again. He can’t stop himself.

So is he upset that the mystery man won’t be much of a mystery to you anymore? A little. Is his cock straining so hard against his pajama pants that it feels like he might explode? Yes. And that is all he needs for him to lose track of his other plan and just let you figure it out.

“How’d you know I didn’t know who it was?” Matt’s whole demeanor has changed now. His legs are spread more apart. His pupils are dark and blown. His hair is sitting messily on his head. One hand is rested on his thigh while the other one fiddles with his pajama pants string. He just gives you a one shoulder shrug, trying to let you do all the work.

“Matt how did you know?” This time you sit up on your knees and give Matt the most serious face you can manage while you’re freaking out on the inside.

He doesn’t answer. Of course not. He knew he had to give you something to lead you to the right idea. But what would be the fun in saying it? No he’d show you. See that pretty shocked face again.

Matt ignores you and instead gets up walking over to his closet. He bends down to pick something up and then walks to the bathroom, careful not to show you what he has in his hands.

What is wrong with him? He’s been acting strange all week and this is just the cherry on top. You get up and stomp over to the bathroom door. “Matt!” You go to raise your hand up and knock on the door, right then Matt whips open the door.

Matt smirks as he sees your face, your eyes wide and mouth open ajar as your eyes take him in. He’s wearing the same pj pants as before but his sweater is now gone leaving him shirtless, his arm covered in tattoos on full display. As your eyes go up you feel your oxygen get knocked out of your lungs and your legs feel wobbly.

He’s wearing the mask. The same one from the party.

It couldn’t have been him. No it can’t. He was at home that day, he didn’t want to go. Besides he’s your best friend he wouldn’t want to sleep with you.

You want to believe that you truly do, until your eyes land on an object in Matt’s hand. A knife. The exact same knife from the party. That can’t be a coincidence. Oh my god you fucked your best friend.

“Wh-Matt? It was you at the party?”

“Surprise.” His voice isn’t his anymore. It’s the same voice from all the movies and the same voice you let turn you on while having sex with him. His hands are now those same hands that you can’t stop thinking about. His cock is now the same one you’ve been needing back inside of you.

This is wrong. You slept with your best friend and you loved every second of it. You’ve been day dreaming about getting another chance with that guy and now you finally have it.

As you begin to put two and two together you clench your thighs together, you can already feel your slick sticking to your folds. Matt notices this and starts stalking towards you. This makes you back up, not yet sure if you should be doing this. This all stops when the back of your knees hit his bed, leaving you pinned between them two.

“Don’t you want it? I know I do.” Your stomach churns at Matt saying the same thing you said to him last time, giving one last confirmation that this is the man. He doesn’t let you answer, instead he pushes you backwards, letting you softly hit his bed. His fingers slip past your waistband and pull your shorts down. A dark spot on your panties giving him all the confirmation he needs to continue.

He backs away from you, walking towards the door, shutting and locking it. Now it’s just you and him, and he’s never letting you go. You’re his. He’ll show you that.

“Did you miss me?” Matt tilts his head to the side and slowly walks back over to you, admiring how puzzled and adorable your face still looks. He runs a hand down your cheek before giving it a light slap, not enough to hurt you but enough to regain your attention. “I said did you miss me?”

You feel another wave of wetness at the familiar dominance from the man above you. You want nothing but to feel his hands back on you. To cum on his cock again. To be able to scream his name now that you know he’s your best friend. You give in and nod your head, “yes Matt.”

Matt groans at the sound of your whiny voice saying his name. God he’s waited so long to hear that. He quickly lifts up his mask and doesn’t waste anytime before connecting his lips to yours. Your lips are so soft and taste so good. His hand is still rested against your cheek as his other hand runs the knife down your body. Goosebumps erupt from all across your skin as you feel a shiver run down your back.

Matt is relentless with attacking your mouth. You start needing oxygen and go to open your mouth. He feels you open your mouth slightly and he takes it as an opportunity to slide in his tongue. His grip tightens on your face and he forces you to tilt your head to give him better access. You both moan at the new feeling of your tongues sliding against one another. The sensation was short lived as you both pull away gasping for air.

Matt starts attacking your neck, kissing all over your soft skin. He then starts sucking and biting, leaving marks all over. As he gets lower he gets cut off by your shirt, grunting he pulls away to slip it off of you and then continues. He reaches your tits and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, moving his tongue in a circular motion as he sucks.

You arch your back into his mouth and let out a moan. Matt can’t help but smile against your nipple at the noise, something he’s been longing to hear again. He lets go of the nipple with a pop and moves on to the other one, giving the same attention to it.

You begin to grow needier and the lust filled pit in your stomach isn’t doing much to help. You start squirming under the man and let out a pathetic whine, “Matt.”

He lets go of your tits and moves lower, his kisses getting lower and lower to where you desperately need him. He moves two of his fingers against your drenched panties, the slight pressure on your pussy causing you to gasp.

“Always so wet for me.” He moves your panties to the side and lets his fingers finally come in contact with your cunt. He gathers up some of your slick before inserting a finger into you. You moan at the sudden intrusion and let your head fall back against the bed, enjoying your best friend playing with you.

Matt feels his cock twitch at how tight you are. You’re perfectly sprawled out for him, your legs open wide to give him all the room he needs. He can see how beautiful you are when you’re so open like this. Can see your cunt clinging to his finger and sucking him back in as he motions his finger in and out. He leans down and applies a light kiss to your clit. This makes your head start to spin.

Matt wants nothing more than to insert his tongue inside of you and suck on that pretty little clit, but with seeing you subconsciously start rocking your hips to his movement he knows your not gonna last very long. That’s okay he’ll make you ride him later as a midnight snack.

He can feel your pussy start to relax a bit more against him so he inserts another figure. This time he curls them, hitting that spot deep inside you that makes you let out a high pitched moan.

“Shh baby, I wanna hear you, but you have to be quiet. Don’t want anyone hearing how much of a slut you are do you?”

Without thinking you let out a no and continue to rock your hips. Your movements are on key to his, letting him hit deep inside you with the tip of his digits. You bite your lip to hold in your moans at the intense feeling.

Matt kisses your inner left thigh, opening his mouth and biting down on your flesh. You squeal at the surprising pain. The pain of the bite and the pleasure of his fingers leads you to reach closer and closer to your peak.

Matt kisses the bite mark, soothing the pain. He feels your juices drip down his hand and onto the floor. He knows you’re close when he feels your walls start pulsating against him. He licks strips up and down your clit pulling you closer and closer to the brink.

“Look at me.” You’re too much in a mind fog to listen to him. All you can think about is how good he’s making you feel and how you really wanna cum. A gasp soon escapes past your lips at the feeling of a slap coming down onto your right thigh.

“I said look at me. I wanna see my pretty girls face when she cums.” You reluctantly lift your head up and meet his masked face. His mask is still covering his top face as he works on your cunt. You notice his knife is nowhere to be seen as his empty hand soothes your skin.

The pressure gets more intense as his motions continue. You let out small moans as your come close to your brink. All that keeps repeating in your head is Matt. His fingers inside of you. His tongue working hard on your clit. Your best friend making you feel the best you’ve ever felt.

Your hand reaches down towards his empty one and intertwines itself with his. You grip his hand tightly trying to ground yourself as you finally snap. The pressure soon turned into absolute bliss. Your cum soaking his hand. Loud moans leaving your mouth.

Matt can’t even be mad at you disobeying him. You looked so good while cumming. Your walls wrapped tightly around his digits as your juices seek out around them. He slowly slides his fingers out of you causing you to whimper in protest, he takes them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around his digits and groaning at the taste of you. “God you always taste so good.”

You feel yourself getting wet again at the view of Matt sucking his fingers moaning in delight at how good you taste. You buck your hips up towards Matt's hand wanting more, "please Matt."

"Always so needy baby." He avoids meeting your hips and instead stands up, sliding down his pajama pants and his boxers follow suite. His cock springs free making him sigh in relief. The veins of his cock are throbbing as his cock twitches staring at you. The reality finally hits him that he's about to have sex with you, his best friend. He can't believe it, but he also loves it.

"Turn around for me." You obey him and turn around now on your hands and knees. You feel the bed dip behind you and Matt puts his body against yours. He puts his hand on your lower back and pushes, forcing your upper body to lay flat against the bed, leaving your ass sticking up in the air ready for his cock.

Matt takes his cock and plays with your pussy teasing you. He slides himself repeatedly through your folds hitting your sensitive clit causing you to jump. He pulls you back towards him and slaps your ass, "stay still." He adjusts his cock to your entrance and slowly pushes himself in making you whine, "ah fuck."

He shoves in his full length making you feel so full again. Your walls spasm around his cock getting used to his size. Matt lets out a few groans, "You're so tight sweetheart." He starts to slowly slide out, almost removing his whole cock from your sobbing tight cunt, then he roughly slams himself back in. The tip of his dick hitting your cervix causing you to accidentally let out a loud moan, this earns you another harsh smack to your ass cheek. "Be quiet."

Matt starts pulling his hips back then roughly slamming them back in continuously, his pace slow but hard. The slow drag of dick having a big effect on you. You feel so good, all you can think about is Matt's cock. You grab a fistful of the bed sheets and tighten your hold on it as Matt keeps thrusting into you.

His bed starts to move and hit the wall along with his thrusts, causing him to groan in frustration. His hands grip your hips tightly, almost leaving marks as he pushes and pulls your body to match his pace. Basically using you as if you were a toy. You get caught up in the bliss of his cock that you let out a few small moan, still holding back the big ones.

Your cunt starts to leak out more liquid, it mixes with Matt's movements causing the room to get filled with the wet noises of you. This pushes Matt further, the fact that you get so turned on for him and only him. Only he can make you feel this good. He is the only one that can see and touch you like this, he'll make sure of it.

He increases his pace making you have a harder time of concealing your loud noises. Matt grabs both of your wrists and pulls them behind your back, holding them with one hand. He then pulls on those which forces you backwards, your back against his chest.

"I thought I told you to be quiet? Guess I'll just have to do it myself." His other hand that's on your hip moves and cups around your mouth. Your moans now getting muffled. Knowing that noise isn't much of a problem anymore, Matt increases the pace even more. The pressure in your lower stomach now returns as you practically scream into his hand.

Matt's hips constantly rutting into yours, his cock smoothly sliding in and out of you thanks to how wet you are for him. He feels your walls start to slowly clamp down around him, signaling that your getting close. "You gonna cum?" You moan back as an answer and nod your head. Matt feels himself getting closer as well, his cock gives a small twitch here and there while inside of you. He tilts his hips at a certain angle to hit just the right spot, making you scream into his palm.

"Cum around my cock. Show me how much of a whore you are for me and maybe I'll cum inside of you." Your eyes roll back inside your head at his words. You move your hips on your own accord and meet with his. You hear Matt's moans and grunts as his mouth is beside your ear. You roll your head backwards against Matt's shoulder, which he takes advantage of and bites down on your exposed neck trying to muffle his noises as he reaches his peak.

You let out a squeal at the bliss of the pain mixing with the pleasure of your best friend's dick forcing you over the edge. The pressure once again snapping and your cunt pulsating as you squirt all over Matt and his bed.

Matt realizing that he just made you squirt sends him over the brink, he lets go of your neck and groans out your name, his cum shooting out of his tip and inside of you. You whimper at finally feeling his cum fill and warm you up.

Matt lets you go to which you collapse onto the bed and sigh out in exhaustion. He watches as his cum and your cum slowly seep of your cunt. His cock twitching again at the sight, wanting more of you. He pushes it down and goes to put his boxers back on. He unlocks the door disappearing into the hallway and returns without the mask but with a wash rag to clean up the mess.

You hiss at the sensitivity which Matt apologizes for. He puts the rag on the floor to soak up that liquid, making a mental note to change his bed sheets later. He climbs into bed beside you and reaches over, pulling your body onto his. You feel yourself start to fall asleep as he plays with your hair. Before you fall into the darkness of sleep you hear Matt one last time, "You are mine."

a/n: sorry this took so long for me to post, I've been busy with work and I've been HORRIBLY sick. Hopefully I'll start posting more now and I hope you enjoyed!

tags: @hesvoid34 @sturnl0ve @princesspeachthefroggy @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut

[softspokendove]

Ghostface Matt

pairings: bsf!matt sturniolo x female!reader

summary: matt told you he wouldn’t be coming to the Halloween party, says it wasn’t really his scene. But when he secretly shows up to surprise you in a ghost face costume he can’t help himself from taking advantage of the concealed identity.

warnings: smut, knife play, dry humping, lil bit of stalking, degrading, crazy matt kinda, reader has a little bit to drink but is NOT drunk (fully consensual smut), blowjob f!receiving, Matt gets pussy drunk, choking, name calling (slut, whore, etc), overstimulation, p in v (no condom).

a/n: I know I’m a little late to kinktoper and everything, but I really wanted to try writing something like this, enjoy!

This is a part one! Part two is up and posted!

Matt has been brushing you off all day and giving you attitude about the littlest things. His original plan was to show you his new costume hours before the party would start, seeing your reaction and having a laugh before he’d drive you both there.

But the longer he thought about it the more he didn’t want to show you, he wanted to surprise you. He wanted to see your eyes widen and a shocking gasp escape your mouth. He wanted you to not be able to take your eyes off of him.

He knows he’s your best friend, he shouldn’t think like this. He just can’t help it. Seeing you almost everyday in your pretty dresses and skirts. Watching you do your makeup, when you’d apply your lipstick he’d feel his pants begin to tighten.

He’s wanted to tell you for so long, how needy he was for you. How hot and bothered he’d get when seeing you wear one of his shirts. Him having to sneak out to the bathroom to relieve himself in the middle of the night when you’d come to sleepover. Most nights he’d catch himself saying your name in his sleep. It’s was so wrong. He felt terrible.

“Matt! Look do you like it?” You were dressed up as one of your favorite characters from one of your shows. The clothing hugged you perfectly in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination. You gave Matt a knee buckling smile, waiting to hear his opinion.

“You’re wearing that to the party?” His tone made your smile drop a bit, looking down at your attire to see what was wrong with it. You looked great and you felt great. You were hoping that when you showed your best friend the outfit it’d get him out of his bad mood. You don’t know what caused it or if it was you, but everything you said today Matt gave you some nasty response. He was barely even bothered to look you in the eyes most of the day

“What’s wrong with it?” Matt felt his heart clench at the sadness in your voice, the spark in your eyes that were just there a second ago now gone. He hated acting this way. Every part of him just wanted to jump up and hug you, apologizing for every dick move he’d pulled earlier today.

He couldn’t. He needed to stick to the plan.

Instead of replying he just runs his tongue over his top teeth and looks away, clearly not liking the outfit just not wanting to say it. You scoff, pissed off by his behavior, “I’m wearing it, thanks a lot for being a good friend. See you later,” You turn around and pick up your purse, “asshole.” You mutter the curse word but make sure it was loud enough for him to hear. You slam his bedroom door shut, making his two brothers give you a concerned look when you walk through the living room and out the front door.

Something about the way Matt has been treating you all day has really ticked you off. He’s never done this before. Usually he’d sit there and compliment everything about you when you asked for his opinion on an outfit. He always made you feel comfortable in whatever you wore. He’s never talked to you in a nasty way, always keeping his voice sweet and gentle when talking to you and only you.

You feel your body heat up as you get more angry about the situation. As you arrive to the party you immediately head to the kitchen and start pouring yourself alcohol. You need this. You need to have a good time tonight. You need to take your mind off of Matt.

Matt sighs in relief when he finally finds the right house, he’s taken the wrong turn three times now. Before heading out of the car he puts his mask on, adjusting it till it sits perfectly, and grabbing the knife on the seat beside him.

Matt knows how much you love ghost face. More specifically how much you want to fuck ghost face. When he saw the costume at the store he just had to get it. He thought to make things more exciting that he wouldn’t buy a fake knife, instead he’d bring a real one.

He walks through the crowd of people, pushing away at any girl that try’s pulling him to the side. His eyes scan everywhere in the house, desperately trying to find you.

He walks into the kitchen and sees you chugging down liquid out of a red solo cup. Your friend cheers you on and then pours you another. Matt feels a swell feeling pour in his chest at the scene of your friend trying to get you drunk and you letting them do so. Don’t you care that something might happen to you? You think that he isn’t here and you’re still doing something so careless?

It’s a good thing he did show up. You need someone to protect you. You need someone that will always be keeping an eye on you. You need him. And that thought alone makes his grip on the knife grow tighter.

A boy walks up to you and starts talking. He goes on about how pretty you look and how he’s never seen someone like you in his life. It’s quite flattering honestly, but you just give a small smile and thank him. Your mind still clouded with thoughts of Matt, the alcohol providing no help.

Matt feels his jaw clench as the boy reaches out his hand and leaves it there for you to take, which you hesitantly slide your hand on his and let him lead you to the dance floor. The song playing is a sexual one, leading most people on the floor to be all up on one another. The boy puts his hand on your hip and pulls your body towards his leaving no room between you two.

Matt feels his face go hot, his breathing becoming erratic, and his feet having a mind of their own as they walk forward. Matt clicks on the voice changer that’s in the mask to hide his voice as he comes up to you.

“Wanna dance?” Your eyes widen at the familiar voice from the scream movies and turn to see non other than ghost face himself. You instinctively pull away from the boy in front of you and turn your full attention to the taller figure.

“Woah. That’s so cool!” Your face forms into a giddy smile and you check out the whole costume head to toe. Matt feels himself smile at your contagious happiness, until the other boy speaks up. “You mind? We’re kind of busy.”

The boy reaches out to grab your wrist but Matt swiftly moves his body in front of yours towering over the boy. “Put your hands on her again and I’ll cut them off.” He raises the blade up towards his face and moves it around slightly causing a glimmer on the blade, signifying that it was real. The boy just stumbles backwards and then heads back to his group of friends.

Matt turns around to face you and sees your eyes on the blade as well, your face isn’t one of shock or fear, it’s more of curiosity and excitement. He knew you’d like it.

“Come with me.” He intertwines his fingers with yours, leading you upstairs and into an empty bedroom. As he shuts and locks the door he sees you begin to take off your shoes. His eyebrows furrow in confusion under the mask and he slips his knife into his back pocket. You look back up at him and smirk as you start to pull off your top.

You were never one to do a random hookup, especially at a party. But the way he talked to that boy earlier and how nice he looks in that robe, you can’t help the wet patch that begins to grows on your underwear.

“What are you doing?” Matt’s brain circuits when he sees you standing right in front of him, in just a bra and your bottoms, lust present in your eyes which you practically undress him with.

It might have been the alcohol talking but you just couldn’t hold back anymore. You needed to clear your mind and finally feel good for once. “C’mon ghost face isn’t this what you want? I know it’s what I want. I want to feel your hands all over me. Your knife running down my body. Your cock inside of me.” You run your hand down his chest and then his stomach feeling him flinch as you get lower.

“If you make me cum I’ll let you cum inside of me.” Matt’s cock twitches against his jeans. His mind flips like a switch at what you want from him. He’s been waiting for this for ages and now you want it. You want him.

Matt puts his hands on your waist and leads you backwards towards the bed. He pushes you down onto the soft material and leans his body on top of yours. His hands begin to roam freely around your body, squeezing your sides, playing with your tits, cupping your pussy.

Your body screams with need, desperately needing him everywhere. You trap his body between your legs letting your cunt rub against his boner which causes a small moan from you and a grunt from the man above you.

Matt pushes his body deeper into you, and moves his body back and forth. Allowing both of you to seek pleasure in his movements.

“Ah fuck.” The voice from the mask makes your pussy clench around nothing as more liquid seeps out and into your underwear. You bite your lip wanting something to put your lips on. You go to move the mans mask but he grabs your hand stopping you.

“Please. I want to kiss you.” The man doesn’t release his grip for a minute, just thinking of what to do next. He wants to kiss you so bad, he’s been dreaming about it. He just doesn’t want you to see who he is, not yet. He grabs the bottom of the mask and brings it up a few inches, allowing his lips and neck to be on display.

You bring your hands up to his cheeks and bring his face down smashing your lips upon his. The kiss was needy and hungry. You push your tongue out to his bottom lip, quietly asking for more. Which he gladly accepts and opens his mouth, both of your tongues leaping out and sliding against each other. You whine at the feeling of Matt wrapping his hand around your throat. He tightens his hold on you and turns your head in the process allowing him deeper access into your mouth.

Your hand reflexively holds onto his wrist that’s around your throat, but making your lower body grind harder against his.

Matt leans back, breaking the kiss. Your lips follow his seeking for more, your eyes opening when they don’t connect with his. He lets go of your throat to use both hands to pull your bottoms off. He chuckles at the wet patch growing on your underwear, “Dirty little slut letting a stranger do this to you.”

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the knife. Your breath hitches in your throat and you try to close your legs, his hand stops you from doing so and pulls them back open. He moves his leg to hold down your leg and his hand to hold down your other leg, “I don’t think so sweetheart. You’re going to let me do whatever I want to you.”

Your heart races and you love it; the adrenaline of letting a stranger do this stuff to you. You feel a cold sensation slowly run down your body and you hiss. Looking down to see the man’s hand holding the knife against your boob, down to your nipple, and then lower. As he reaches your panties he brings the blade of the knife against the fabric, cutting open the material enough so he can see your glistening folds.

“You look so pretty.” He moves the knife and presses it against your clit, the coldness making you jump. He lays down the knife so he can use his finger to rub down your cunt. His finger gets covered in your slick and he brings it up to his mouth, inserting it inside and tasting you.

“Mm god you taste so good.” Before you have time to process his words he picks you up, lays himself flat on the bed, and brings you up to his face. Your cunt dripping down onto him, but your cunt not quite touching his lips yet.

You’ve never had a man let you ride him, let alone a man you just met. You try pulling away afraid you might crush him. Matt gets annoyed by this and uses his hands on your hips to slam you down onto his tongue. You let out a high pitch moan at the new sensation of his wet tongue licking a stripe up your cunt and then sucking on your clit.

One of your hands braces yourself on the headboard and the other holds on tight to his arm on your waist. He gives you a particular harsh suck which cause you to moan and slightly grip him harder, Matt groans back in response sending more vibrations and pleasure up your body.

He starts rocking your body back and forth over his mouth, getting you started on a good rhythm. After he feels your body take the lead and continue the pace, he takes two of his fingers and rubs them in a circle at the entrance of your cunt before inserting them inside you.

He hears your moans picking up louder as he starts thrusting his fingers into you. You sound even better than he could’ve imagined and your pussy tastes so fucking good he could lay here all night, swallowing every single drop your pussy provided him.

Your pussy clenches around his digits feeling a cold metal on his pinky finger than is laying against your thigh. You look down and see the ghost face mask still present on his face, his lips hidden from view and inside your pussy.

Matt is trying to keep his eyes open and remember the look of your face being in pure bliss by him, but the taste of your pussy is too intoxicating. He closes his eyes and starts entirely focusing on fulfilling his hunger.

You feel his tongue movement get more rapid and he becomes a moaning mess underneath you. it feels so good. His moans against your clit, his fingers continuously pumping in and out of your walls, your pace increasing as you hump his face faster.

“Shit I’m gonna cum.” You let your head fall back and start moaning incoherent words.

Matt hears you but the words don’t make any sense in his head. He just keeps licking and sucking. Feeling your clit pulse in his mouth and your walls tightening around his fingers.

“Fuck I’m gonna-fuck!” You scream out in release as the pressure inside you finally snaps. You slow down your pace but still ride out your high, Matt eating your pussy clean.

“To-too m-much.” Your body spasms in over sensitivity as his abuse doesn’t stop. You conjure up any strength you have and pull yourself off of him. Matt finally letting go and breathing rapidly.

It goes quiet for a moment. The man’s head tilted towards you, staring at you, your legs pushed together while shaking trying to calm down from one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

“Give me your arms.” Matt is now standing and unbuckling his belt. You crawl closer to him and give him both of your arms. He takes his belt and wraps it around both of your wrists then tying it.

You stay sitting there while the man unbuttons his jeans and slips them off, his boxers coming down with them. A wet spot full of precum to be seen on them. He leaves his robe and mask on. Pushing you back flat on the bed and moving his body in between your legs. He puts your arms above your head giving him access to your body.

“Gonna make you feel so good.” He rubs his length between your folds, moving lower to your entrance and then slowly pushing forward. You gasp at the stretch and whine when you feel him bottom out. He’s so big and you’re so full.

Matt grunts as he pulls out and pushes back in, your walls are gripping him so tight. He needs to last long, he has to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt. He leans down to your neck and starts leaving marks.

You move your head to the side giving him more room as you open your legs wider for him. You begin to adjust to his size and he can start moving in and out more easily. He leans back up, your neck and chest now proof of what happened tonight. He takes one of your legs and lifts it higher up hitting your insides at a different angle making you squeal.

“Yeah? That feel good?” You give him a pathetic moan and roll your eyes in bliss. You jump when you feel the same cold metal from earlier placed against your neck. “Use. Your. Words.”

You feel your pussy clench around his cock at the new sensation, “feels so good. You fuck me so good ghost face.” In the darkness of the room you can see his lips turn up in a smirk and it makes your stomach flip, Matt feels this and groans.

“Best pussy ever. You’re gonna have to be my personal fuck toy after this. Whenever I need you you’ll give me what a want like a good whore.” You moan at his nasty words and arch your back.

“Take that fucking dick.” He shoves himself impossibly deeper into your cunt, pressing down on your lower stomach to feel himself inside you.

“I can’t - I can’t.” You try moving away from the intense feeling but the man just drags you right back. Moving the knife down your body again but with more pressure this time, “move and I’ll cut you.”

You feel tears prick your eyes as your second orgasm approaches you fast. You wrap both of your legs around his waist, his now free hand flying to your clit to rub circles. Matt can feel you tightening around his dick so tight he can barely keep thrusting in and out. The sound of your juices can be heard with each thrust.

You give one last big scream before squirting all over the man’s cock and his robe. Your entire cunt pulsating so rapidly he has to hurriedly pull out and cum on your stomach.

As you both catch your breaths the man gets up and undoes his belt on your wrists. “I told you I’d let you cum in me.”

Matt just smiles at you and leans down for one last kiss. “I’ll do that next time when you know who I am.”

[softspokendove]

Sit on my lap

parings: innocent!reader x rafe cameron

summary: you’ve always had a thing for Rafes thighs, but you can’t control it anymore.

warnings: smut, thigh riding, hickeys, reader is super horny, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart, pretty girl), and a lot of wetness.

a/n: this is my first time writing anything like this so hopefully you enjoy!

“Hey baby.” You feel Rafes arms wrap around your waist and pull you towards him, the rest of his body spread out and sitting down on your white couch. “I’ve missed you.” He mumbles his words into your tummy as he presses his face into your shirt, inhaling your smell.

You’ve been out all day running your errands, which Rafe had practically begged you to allow him to come. you just responded with it being a girls day and you wanted some time alone with your girls. He reluctantly agreed and has been waiting alone at your house all day. To say he was excited when he heard your key turning in the keyhole was an understatement. He felt like a dog.

You run your fingers through his hair feeling him sigh against you, “I’ve missed you too. I got a new dress.” He lifts his head slightly so his blue eyes can meet yours. A small smile appears on his face, “really? let me see it baby, go try it on.”

You happily agree and run into the bathroom to step out of your shirt and shorts, into the newly bought clothing. You look into the mirror at the white dress with colorful designs splattered onto it. The dress ends right before your mid thigh and has an open back. The straps being very thin.

You walk back into your living room and see Rafe comfortably leaning back into the couch with his legs spread apart, causing your eyes to stare at his thighs for a little too long. His face lights up at the scene of you in a pretty dress all for his view.

“You look so pretty.” He gestures with his finger to do twirl, you listen and move swiftly around in a circle giving him everything to see. When you stand still again straight in front of him his eyes wander everywhere before they land back on your face.

“My pretty girl, come here.” He pats his right thigh and opens his arms, welcoming you onto his body. You put one leg on either side of his, now straddling his thigh. He rests his right hand on your hip to keep you steady and his left hand comes up to your face, caressing your cheek.

“Do you like it?” You could tell from his face as soon as you walked in the room that he loved it, but there’s nothing you love more than hearing your boyfriend approve of you and praise you.

“It’s beautiful, you have good taste.” His hand drops from your face and fiddles with the material of the dress. Moving his pointing finger and thumb in a circle motion around it.

Your gaze drops down again and onto his thighs that are strained against the confinements of his jeans. There’s always been something with you and your boyfriend’s thighs. Your tummy would get twisted every time Rafe would ask you to sit on his lap. Whenever he wore shorts you couldn’t help but stare, especially when he’d sit down and they would expand. You’ve never told him about the attraction, too embarrassed of it.

You move to adjust your spot on his lap to get more comfortable, but feel your panties cling to your cunt. Your folds and panties already being covered in your slick. You feel your face get hot at the thought of Rafe finding out about your little secret, but he picks up on your behavior.

“hey sweetheart, look at me.”

You hear him and you do want to listen, but your eyes can’t pull away from his thigh being trapped between yours. You know that if you look him in the eye he’ll know something’s up. He knows you too well.

You feel his hand cup your chin and tilt your face up himself. You look away for a moment but give in to the need to look at him. His eyes are already piercing into yours. He sees the state that you’re in. Your rosy cheeks, dilated eyes, lips open a gap as your breathing is uneven.

“Rafe.”

The need in your stomach starting to become too much to handle, you rock yourself slightly upward and let out a sigh at the friction. Rafe moves the bottom of your dress away from where your pussy meets his thigh, getting a perfect view of your drenched pink underwear.

“Fuck baby you’ve ruined your underwear.” His voice is now a tone deeper and that mixed with his words make you let out a small moan. “Here let’s get you out of these.” Rafe hooks his fingers into the waistband of your undies and starts to pull them down, you lift your body off of his to help.

“There we go.” He tosses the pink clothing to the floor and try’s to place you higher up near his waist but you whine and push against his strength, moving back to his right thigh when he loosens up. The feeling of his jeans touching your bare cunt gives you a rush of euphoria. Rafe gives you a confused look until you start subtly rocking back and forth on his thigh. Trying to keep it as unnoticeable as possible but having no luck when Rafe starts to feel the dampness moving on his leg.

A smirk then plays on his face, “do you like rubbing yourself on my thigh?” A whine escapes your throat at his dirty words.

“Please.” You didn’t know what exactly you were begging for, all you know is that you need him. You need to feel his thigh harder against your pussy. You need to cum.

“Please what baby? What do you want?”

You huff out, “you. I need you, Rafe. Please.”

You feel his hand that’s on your waist move down to your hip and tighten, he then starts helping you move yourself back and forth. You moan at the new feeling. Your clit being rubbed back and forth by the material of his pants. “Hold your dress up for me sweetheart, I wanna see the mess you’re making.” You oblige and hold up the bottom of your dress, giving your boyfriend the show that he wanted.

Rafe wets his lips at the sight of your pussy leaving a dark stain on his pants, starting to feel it go through the jeans and onto his skin. He brings up his other hand to the other side of your hip and pushes you further down onto his thigh. This causes you to squeal and put a hand on his bicep to stabilize you, the other hand still holding up your dress.

“God you look so good.” He increases the speed, dragging you from the top of his thigh to the bottom then back to the top. You feel your eyes roll back into your head as your moans become more and more desperate. You crane your neck back towards the ceiling and Rafe takes this to his advantage and brings his lips to your neck. He gives you a few light kisses before applying more pressure and then sucking slightly before moving on to the next spot.

He goes further down to the neck of your dress, pulling down the material with his teeth, still keeping you moving on his thigh. Your tits fall freely and he takes one nipples into his mouth, sucking and swirly his tongue around. You moan in response to the abuse he applies to one nipple and then moves to the next doing the same thing. “R-Rafe, ‘feels so good.”

He moans against your boob as a reply before moving back up and marking your neck. When he feels you have enough hickeys he sits back in his spot and feels his dick pulse rapidly by seeing the look of bliss on your face. Your eyes are dark, cheeks even more red than earlier, and you’re biting your lip trying to reduce how loud you are. “Baby what did I say about doing that?” He pulls your lip down and out of your reach to bite down on it, “I want to hear all the noises you make. Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

Your mouth drops open as you hit your clit just right and let moans slip past your lips. “Faster, please.” Rafe follows your command and helps guide you faster on his body. The couch creaking with each move. His whole thigh now covered in your slick. “Look at that, you like this baby?” You nod your head rapidly. Your mind turning blank all you can think about is your boyfriend’s thigh and how good it’s making you feel.

“I love it. I’ve always wanted to do this. feels so good.”

Rafe raises his eyebrows at your honesty. “You’ve been wanting to ride my thigh like this? Do you like my thighs?” You whine loudly and nod your head again. Unable to respond with words at the increasing feeling in your lower stomach.

“Such a needy girl.”

Rafe can tell you’re getting close, he starts shaking his thigh up and down to match your movement. “Please, please, I’m gonna cum.” Your grip tightens on Rafes bicep and your eyes drop down onto the mess you’re making on your boyfriend. “Cum on my thigh pretty girl, I wanna feel your cum drip all over me.” The sight alone pushes you closer to the edge but that mixed with Rafes deep voice and the constant pleasure being applied to your clit sends you falling off of it hard. You scream out in pleasure as your orgasm rips through you, making your body tremble as you ride out the high.

The room gets quiet the only noise to be heard is your heaving breathing as you come down. Rafe lifts you up and sees strings of your release clinging to his pants and your cunt. His pants are horribly ruined but he doesn’t even care, “holy shit. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“More.”

He furrows his eyebrows, “what baby?”

“I want more of you.” You bend down and start to undo his jeans.

He sighs in satisfaction of his cock not being restrained anymore. Fuck is he thankful that he waited for you to come home.