Yk what makes me upset, it’s like, how are you open about not liking Rachel wolfson, but have her on your podcast, steveo???🙄
And don’t get me wrong I love both my babies equally, but like, holy shit please don’t be a fuckwit, otherwise a sexy chic named Rachel will go make a spinoff of your films, successfully might I fuckin add😭❤️🩹
Now don’t get me wrong, wee man doesn’t like her either to my knowledge as well. And I’m embarrassed when I say this, I’ve been a fan for 3 years, and I don’t really pay attention to fan and “fan” debauchery. So don’t really take my word for it👀💔
genre/tags: smut, omo/piss kink/forced holding, johnny's the softest sweetest mean!dom ever, alcohol consumption, dub-con (? idk reader didn't know about it until it was happening), unprotected sex, i make every ending weepy and soft because im a loser, unexpectedly domestic johnny.
wc: 2765
req: y/n
a/n: why must i make everyone cry, hope this is what request was looking for! super fun to write, knocked it out in a day. NOT PROOFREAD, proofreading is for SUCKERS.
it started as a few drinks placed in your hand unceremoniously, small grins strewn your way as he plopped a cup in front of you and waltzed back into the crowd of people. a party full of people, most unfamiliar to you- you'd guessed the guys probably didn't know them either as people were flying in and out at random.
the beers and shots of liquor turned into bottles of water tucked under your arm, "to sober you up."
and you nod, accepting the bottles and gulping them down despite feeling less than tipsy at this point. but it was one after another, you always had a drink in hand whether it be alcoholic or hydrating- thanks to johnny.
it never even crossed your mind to question it, his insistence. it wasn't a suggestion it was always a demand, drink. you need it. you're looking pale, have some water.
were you pale?
finally having your fill, the multitude of beers and bottles of water sloshing in your belly, you slink through the small gaps between people and up the stairs to the bathroom- might as well check.
but johnny was hot on your tail, large steps closing the gap almost instantaneously as your hand neared the knob of the bathroom door.
"watcha doin'?" you hadn't noticed, of course not- the music was booming, the crowd was large, he'd managed to sneak up on you without trying and your jump at the gravely voice and hand coming down on your shoulder.
"shit! y'scared me, pj." your boyfriend smiled, your laugh of relief amusing to him. "was just gonna check my makeup? y'said i looked pale earlier, it can't be doing it's job then."
with the speed of a madman he jumps to stand in front of the door before your hand can find its place back on the nob, your eyebrow nearly hitting your hairline as you question him with your eyes.
"lemme come with, gotta piss something awful."
"don't say that, sounds like you got a venereal disease,"
"well, 's in the name." he smiles, waiting for you to agree because of course you would, and you do- he turns the nob and uses his back to push through the door, allowing you to enter behind him.
he really did have to go, the trickle turns into a full blown stream as you make quick work of touching up your lips and cheeks- eyes darting softly to him, then down to where he shakes himself dry and tucks himself back into his jeans.
"i'll go too, while i have a chance-" the lid slams shut and he takes a seat.
"y'missed a spot."
your brows furrow, gaze flickering back to the mirror where your makeup- albeit semi-sloppily, is thoroughly applied.
"no."
"yeah right," he waves a hand in the general direction of your face, making your eyes roll- arms folding across your chest.
"alright, i'll bite- what's your game?"
his head bobs a bit, drunkenness combined with contemplation making for a silly sight, his teeth press into his bottom lip in what's an almost shy grin, "don't want you to go."
"go where?"
"no, i don't want you to go."
his 'shy' smile smoothly turns cocky as he watches the gears turn in your pretty little head. you're not even shocked, confused maybe, but there was nothing shocking that came from the mouth of this pervert sat before you- not after years of knowing him.
he's not one to back down, and this had to be a game- always was with him, so you bite but not without some sarcasm, "ever again or...?"
his eyes are steely as his smile fades, he never took himself too seriously but he'd been wanting, no- needing this for a while, "hey, don't."
maybe that surprised you, and maybe you feel a little guilty, "okay..., well then what? how long?"
"til' we get home," your eyes widened fractionally, having trained your reactions to keep light in hopes you'd be too boring to prank for the films, but he caught it. it was only eleven, and despite normal people having long since been in bed, you knew these assholes could keep it up for hours to come.
"johnny-"
a pointed finger flies up to hush your whines, "listen, couple hours- then we're gone, no fuss. deal?"
there's a boyish glimmer in his eyes, but this wasn't plain mischief or some sort of prank, that look was innocent to the untrained eye- but you could see something else flashing through them, something gross and perverse.
pinching the bridge of your nose, you huff out something that sounds like 'okay', and he accepts- palms rubbing together in anticipation of the night ahead.
you weren't that desperate to go yet, in fact you'd somehow blew through the first of the two hours like a breeze once you and johnny had parted ways, dancing your way back and forth between groups of people to chat, outside to bum a smoke from pontius, and back into the kitchen to jovially toss back another shot and down what would be your fifth beer that night.
maybe that wasn't the best decision, as nearing the midpoint of hour two the twinge of 'i need to go, now' coming from your bladder was bordering on desperate.
your thighs rubbed together, hips frequently jutting side to side in an attempt to hold off, all the while attempting to make conversation with the girl in front of you who took the grimace on your face for disinterest and walked off mid-sentence.
"fuck," you find solace in the nearest wall, resting your head against the cool and slightly sticky surface, in hopes of grounding yourself.
johnny, who'd been keeping a close eye on you from across the room, takes long strides to meet you against the wall- his back coming to rest a few inches from your face against it.
"strugglin' yet?"
meeting his eyes, you shake your head determinedly- "nuh-uh, not at all."
he eyes where your knees knock with each glide of your legs together, "right- yeah, only half an hour left, think you need another drink?"
"no, no i'm good- don't wanna get plastered y'know?"
he nods, anything but genuine, before wrapping a gentle arm around your waist and guiding you toward the kitchen- "well, i think you could do with another- hey pontius, hand me a tall boy wouldja?"
chris just nods, his grin pressing his cheeks up into his eyes- just so happy to be here, like you were at first, like you were before each step felt like a cork loosening from the neck of a shaken soda bottle. he passes it to johnny who promptly cracks the overly-large can open and holds it to your lips expectantly.
"drink up, doll. want you nice and full," you splutter around the sip at his words- your body heating from the inside out, he just tips it further forward as you gulp down more.
it's running down your chin and meeting your low neckline before he lets up, a quarter of the can finished, and he palms it as he continues guiding you through the party.
ryan doesn't even blink at the sight of johnny forcing alcohol down your throat in the middle of your conversation, too drunk to care or too used to johnny's antics to acknowledge the pleading in your eyes, you aren't sure.
it goes on like that, thighs chafed from rubbing together under your skirt, a bloated bulge in your lower belly from a full bladder, and johnny bringing the same can to your lips over and over until it's gone.
your sure one wrong move would turn the floor into a slip n slide, one misstep and your piss would be running against the soles of everyone dancing around you-
"alright, whaddya say we head home?"
god, you never thought you'd be so excited to be walking out of a party and stepping into johnny's car to go home.
every bump of the road sent a jolt through your body, every turn sloshing the liquid in your bladder around, and every whine leaving your lips making johnny's cock press against the zip of his jeans harder- white knuckling the steering wheel.
when the key finally turns and the door of your apartment clicks open, you're ready to break out into a sprint toward the bathroom- but a tight grip on your wrist, tugging you in the opposite direction towards your bedroom, stops you.
"c'mon johnny, can't hold it anymore."
"yes, you will," he pushes the door open with his heel, pulling you in by your hips- thumbs pressing into the squishy bulge of your full bladder, eliciting little sobs from you.
"pj, wasn't part of the deal- you said when we got home," your fingers dig into his wrists in an attempt to push him off.
"that's just a technicality," his hold doesn't let up and he softly knocks you back onto the bed, your form writhing below him. you aren't sure he understands, aren't sure he truly knows just how close you were to an accident.
the wolfish grin and deranged look in his eyes tells you otherwise as he crawls over you and pins your flailing body to the bed, wrists pushed down on either side of your head with his hands, a knee crawling up between your thighs to nudge at your cunt.
"no, pj, really can't- really got to go-" hungry lips cut you off, tongue overtaking your mouth in swirling agony. he tastes like whiskey, and stupidly you fall into his trap. you let him kiss you, your own tongue works against his, and your lips are red and swollen when he pulls away.
your mind catches up to you only as he begins undoing his belt, your knees folding in the air as you beg.
"no, no. just let me-" you start to sit up and he pushes you back down, unrelenting, "johnny just let me pee."
working the button of his pants open his eyes flicker to meet yours briefly, "no." he works them down his thighs, licking them to the floor, then makes quick work of undressing you despite your weak struggle against him.
your chest is heaving, barely able to keep it in when he takes away your one vice and spreads your thighs to settle himself between them, his cock pressing between your lips and swiping deliciously over your clit.
"make it fast," you plea, so so sure you were about to burst at the seams.
"think i'll actually draw it out a bit, thank you." his chest slides against yours as he moves down over your body, coming face to face with your weepy cunt- there was something so lecherous, so unsettlingly intimate about the game of keeping it in that you were soaked.
you beg and cry and whine and you don't know if it's for him to start or stop so you can relieve yourself, but you grind up against his tongue anyway as it comes down against your folds. gliding through the sick mixture of slick and spit easily, finding your clit with ease and mouthing over your hole.
it was too much and not enough, you felt every lick and nibble and suck popping threads in the seam holding you together.
"pj, oh god-"
there's no pause, he knows what you want- probing you deeply with his tongue and leaving only to suck harshly at your clit, edging you further and further to both orgasm and release.
pitchy whines spill from you, his own groans against your clit shooting through you in tight little spasms, "fuck, johnny i'm gonna cum."
with that he pops off, staring down at you satisfied with your dissatisfaction. a salacious, almost predatory lilt to his voice when he urges you to spread wider.
"not yet, darling, c'mere," he brings your ankles to rest on his shoulders and fucks slightly through your folds, using a thumb to press his cockhead at the rim of your hole and sinking in easily.
you nearly choke on air, the pressure of his cock filling you making a small dribble flow from you struggling to cut it off.
"ah, tsk tsk. better hold it it pretty little thing-" he presses a thumb against the leaking hole, some semblance of pretending to help you hold it in.
any chance you had of holding it in for much longer goes out the window when he folds you into a mating press and pistons his hips, depraved and growling.
every thrust goads a small spurt to splash against where you meet, he presses deeper at the warmth, "don't do it, not yet hold it in."
your moans are strained as you squeeze down on him, holding and holding and now crying. it felt endless and you weren't sure you could stand for it to anyway, it felt so fucking good.
he presses kisses across you sternum, flicks his tongue over your hardened nipples, tufts of sweated out gelled hair brushing against hot skin. he's going so fast, so hard, so deep in this position and its too much.
you're hands find a soft worn-in pillow above you, nails digging into the fabric and feathers searching for something to ground you.
"you're doin' so good, 'm so close."
the noises leaving him can only be described as animalistic, growls and hisses between every spliced sentence.
ears ringing, throat sore from straining and dry swallowing, you feel that it's coming. spurts turn to steady dribbles and when he finally buries himself to the hilt and coats your walls in thick, hot cum- you repay the favor as relief floods through you and the once sweat-dampened sheets below you are soaked in the sweetest combination of your own release and piss. it sprays against his abdomen, cooling almost instantly drawing shivers and goosebumps over his skin.
"i think- i don't-" he gently pulls out, smoothing a hand over your shaking legs and lowering them to the bed, hushing your attempt at a sentence with a short laugh.
the heavy breaths leaving you quieted, turning to soft garbled sobs, "sorry, johnny- didn't mean to- so gross."
"what? what do you mean?" he pulls away from where he'd been resting in your neck, concern flashing through his eyes.
"i- 'm so gross, made the bed all dirty-"
"shh," he cradles your face in his palm, turning your face towards his- your eyes are still shut tight, lips poked out in a pout, tears streaming over the bridge of your nose and down your cheeks which are warm to the touch in a mix of embarrassment and exhaustion.
"oh no, darlin'-" he uses little effort to roll your dead weight against him, resting your cheek against his chest, "baby, i- that was the whole point, i wanted you to do that."
"what?" it comes out like you don't believe him.
"yeah," one hand comes to scratch at his neck as his own cheeks darken in shame, "had it all planned out, didn't know how to introduce the idea so i just-" he waves offhandedly, "y'know?"
when your eyes meet him, still full of disbelief, he sighs- "i don't know, i just- just read something about it, liked the sound of it so-" he cuts himself off, gently moving from underneath you to stand, pulling a black shopping bag from below the bed.
he pulls out a plush robe, and few tea light candles, and a set of new sheets from the bag- you sniffle sitting up as the tears stop.
making sure he's set the items in an unsullied spot on the bed, he turns to you gesturing toward them shyly, "was gonna make it all romantic after, run ya a nice bath and change the sheets while you were in there but uh- didn't really expect you to cry."
the gesture warms your heart, a smile finding its way to your face, "when were you gonna, like, clean yourself up?"
"um, like, probably once you were wrapped in a fluffy robe and tucked into fresh sheets- ain't dumb." he cocks a hip, the sass from this man at times like these never failed to make you giggle.
you pull your knees to your chest as you scoot up the bed to a dry spot, resting your chin atop them, "well is the bath off the table now?"
"no, not at all," he smiles sweetly, gathering up his supplies and waltzing toward the bathroom. he stops short, shooting you a look.
WARNING: this fic includes piss!!🤤 It’s a little smutty I guess👀
You and Brandon have been together for a while now.
You were sat on your shared bed, watching tv when you heard Brandon padding his feet quickly up the stairs, panting slightly…
You turn your head and stand up, walking towards the door way and leaning against it, slightly concerned. “Bran..? What are you doing??”, you said laughing slightly, nobody ever acted like this when they needed to pee, but you didn’t know that yet.
Brandon had finally reached the door way trying to get past you, but you stopped him, since he was all giddy and looked like he was gonna piss himself, which he was… and when you figured that out you chuckled.. placing a hand on his chest to ground him.
“Hey! Hey… woah… what’s gotten into you dude..?”, you said innocently, like you didn’t understand what was going on— “W-What? What are you talking about? I just need to piss really bad! Now move! Please…”, he begged, sounding a bit whiny.
You just laughed at him, which only confused him more, he shifted he weight constantly, trying so hard to hold his bladder, trying so hard not to piss himself, while you? You loved it. “Okay..? What if I say no? You gonna cry or something baby?~”, you teased pushing him back even further, watching him stumble slightly.
“I-I?! Wha… no! I’m not gonna!— what’s gotten into you babe..?!”, he said biting down onto his lip, clutching his crotch like it was life or death, whimpering quietly… starting to realize you were getting off on this, and he sighed, knowing there was nothing he could do.
“C’mon.. you wanna go? Then beg.”
You said coldly, biting your lip gently as you cupped his cheek, raising a brow gently, “Go on… get on your knees…”, Brandon sighs, trembling slightly as he got down on his knees, swallowing gently, eyes glossy with soft tears.
“Please.. I-I can’t— Your being unfair!-“ He pleaded as you ran your hand through his messy hair.. a grin slowly creeping up on your face, “So what’s got you like this.. hm?—“, He looked at you as if to ask “are you serious right now?”, as if you weren’t being the weird one right now—
“Jesus babe.. all I did was drink too much w-water… p-please I-I can’t…”
He said exasperated, looking up at you as his face laid against your stomach… starting to pant slowly…
“I know you can Brandon… oh be strong for me won’t you…?”, you said, slowly lifting your foot, applying a gentle pressure on his crotch, feeling around for his dick.. biting your lips harder as you did so… chuckling. “Mngh!— fuck!— baby n-ngh s-st…”
You just laughed, it felt mean, in the best way possible… “o-oh ho ho shit.. fuckk Brandon…”, you groaned pressing harder, running a hand through his hair again, gripping it slightly…
He groaned, and already couldn’t help himself but grind into your foot, panting and whispering for you as if you were doing him a great favor… but he obviously wasn’t gonna last long… “Hmngh— Ngh.. h-haa~ f-fuckkk!~” He whined.. groaning louder.
Soon enough he looked up at you one last time like a plea for mercy.. and when you blatantly shook your head he whined into your chest.. and choking out a mix of a moan and cry as he dribbled slightly… and you? Felt him piss himself…
“Jesus Christ…”, you said as he panted, his eyes all glossy as he slowly raised his head, “Fuck.. good boyy…”
Okay don’t kill me I know it’s short but I meannn… come on now
I will post later, maybe not for a week or two.
@battybaby111 (we can all thank her for asking me to post this cause I was too embarrassed to at first.)
hi perv CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHING FOR COWBOY JEFF TREMAINE PLEAK. anything dada. IM HUNGRY. thank you love you mwa mwa xx
well hi you PERV.
#drooolingggg🤤
Yes, I can actually…👀
WARNING: smut, cursing, not proofread💔👀
Front row tickets to his rodeo…
Context: you are a female crew member/volunteer on the set of Jackass
Summary: You’ve had relentless flirting and banter with director and total daddy, Jeff tremain since you’ve started working with him. But seeing him all dressed up like a sexy cowboy for this next stunt? Was your last straw.
Circa 2006
Chaos. That’s all that Jackass was, and you? You were just one of the masterminds behind keeping it contained, to your best ability of course—
Jeff was currently trying to convince Bam to not be a little bitch, and let Ryan burn a dick onto his ass cheek, and it didn’t take him long. Because of course it didn’t, it was Jeff… He was smooth, convincing, sexy— Anyways.
You were trying to seem busy, picking up props, wiping down a table, checking cables, etc. Waiting for the right moment to swoop in—
Finally, he starts to walk away from the two idiots, noticing that you’ve been cleaning the same spot on the prop table since he started to talk to Ryan and Bam.
“Is the table really that dirty hun’?”, he said clearly teasing you, raising a brow and laughing quietly at you, leaning against the table. You blushed lightly… embarrassed that he noticed you staring.
“I.. U-Uh no, sorry—“, you said, chuckling awkwardly, standing up straight, and composing yourself. Trying not to appear as submissive as you actually are—
“So you’ll be on stand by for this stunt right?— I need you and Johnny to hold Bam down.”, He says, immediately going back to writing on his clipboard, pushing his cowboy hat up slightly. Instinctively you bit your lip slightly, swallowing softly before speaking—,”Yeah! Yes.. yes I can.”, You said, running a hand through your hair to ground yourself.
“Awesome! You’re the best, as always—“, he said, which sorta made your heart flutter even if it was just a generalized term for appreciation. He finally looked back up at you and flashed a small smile, which obviously you smile back.
The two of you ended up chatting about the movie, except you couldn’t give a shit about the movie, you just wanted him to rip your clothes off with his teeth. But you’d never say that, instead, you’d accidentally interrupt him like an idiot, “Your outfit—“, you blurted mid conversation. “What?— The costume? I know, ironic Spike had them put me in one, I’m not even on camera—“, you blinked, realizing you’d just interrupted him. “No, I mean I like it— I-I think it’s cute.”
He raised a brow, taking a step closer while putting the clipboard down, which made your heart flutter again. “What, it’s not sexy or anything?—“, he said, barking out a laugh. “Okay… it’s sexy. What did you want me to say?”, You said, crossing your arms as if the closeness wasn’t affecting you.
“I dunno, maybe a, you’re so hot Jeff!, no?”, He said, which made you laugh, he was stroking his ego, anddd you liked it…. “Okay, so you want me to blow smoke up your ass?”, you teased, reaching out to play with the collar of his button up… grinning slowly.
He just chuckles, and pulls your hand back slowly, and for once? Your confused. He usually doesn’t push you away, but before you can even frown, he redirects you. Pointing towards his trailer. “Do me a favor Doll, I think the blow torch I need is in my trailer, and you apparently need to keep your hands busy.”, he says flatly, making you roll your eyes as if he’s teasing you once more.
Within no time your in his messy trailer, clothes along the bed like he was planning, searching head to toe for this blow torch that’s just not in there… But you don’t know that. So you spend 20 minutes trying to to find this “missing” blow torch to please your boss.
As you’re looking through cabinets, you hear the trailer door shut and lock, making your eyes peel away from blow torch search party duty, and land on Jeff. “Sorry, I know it’s taking me forever but—“, he cuts your lousy apology off, “The blow torch.” He says, mocking the way you cut him off prior.
“What..? I-I know, I’m trying to find it.”, you say, closing the cabinet and turn around to face him fully, leaning against the small kitchenette counter. “No, baby it’s just not in here…”, he says calmly, his voice dropping an octave, which makes you swallow nervously… blushing at the pet name. “So then why am I in here?—“, you said nervously, loosing all prior confidence and flirtatious knowledge as you realized you were trapped in his trailer and he was calling you baby…
“Oh puh-lease. You know exactly why I wanted you in here…”, he said, finally acting on the empty flirting, and lustful compliments you two had been making. “Jeff…” You muttered before he grabbed you hips, pulling you against him. You kept your hand near your chest, now actually nervous to touch him…
“What? Now you’re scared? What happened to all that confidence you have near me?”, he said, chuckling as he took off the western hat, leaning a little closer. Waiting for you to speak, and when you didn’t, he spoke for you. “Fine… I know you stare at me.. I stare back, and I know damn well you want me to do more than just tell you that you’re doing a good Job.” He said quietly.. Making your skin crawl, and suddenly it felt 10 degrees hotter in his arms. You swallowed nervously before nodding in agreement, “Fine asshole. I do stare, alright? I do a lot more than stare..” You replied, almost reluctant to admit the things you’d done with Jeff in mind.
“You wanna kiss me? Or am I gonna have to do all the work here baby..? I mean you’re being a real puss right now… especially after all that big talk back there.” He says quietly, playing with the hem of your tank top. “You’re such a tease..” You reply, placing a hand on his chest, as if to tease him and try and pull back.
“Oh I’m a tease? And what about you in these tight fuckin’ jeans? Hm..?” He said barking out a laugh before sliding his hand down to grab your ass, kneading it gently as he kissed the corner of your mouth, “Are we gonna do this? Or do you wanna go back to the unbearable tension where we so obviously wanna rip each others clothes off?—“ He said, not giving you a chance to speak, properly kissing you… Groaning breathlessly into your mouth.
You tensed up before melting into the kiss, tilting your head slightly to get more action, running your tongue over his bottom lip like you were begging him to open up. When he did? You rushed your tongue in, fighting him for dominance as you tasted every inch of his mouth… Reminiscing in the taste of his cheap gum and cigarettes.
After a while he pulled back panting slightly, slowly grinning. Trying to pull you closer even though there was zero room left. Slowly, he backed up into the couch, patting his lap gently and waving for you to sit. “C’mere pretty girl… Sit.”, He said in a lower octave. Looking up at you with needy half lidded eyes.
You didn’t even hesitate to straddle him. Immediately snaking your arms around his neck while leaning back down to kiss him gentler than last time. Humming softly as you felt his hand roam your body carefully.. Finally running his right hand along your inner thigh, feeling the heat radiating from your needy cunt.
“f-ffuck.. I need you..” You muttered against his lips. Which made him pull back to see your face, which was spent and flushed. He just chuckled before palming you gently through your jeans, earning a soft whimper straight from the heart.
“Your soaking wet princess… already this worked up for me..?”, He teased… already knowing the answer. He brushed your hair behind your ears before moving his hands to undo your jeans pulling them down just enough to see your panties. Where he then didn’t even tease you.. Just immediately gave you what you wanted.
“Jesus Christ… such a pretty cunt.”
He said, gently pressing down on your clit with his middle and ring finger, moving in slow circles. He stared up at you, gauging your reaction, trying to see what made you squirm. Soon enough he’d taken those fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.
“What are you—“, You tried to ask him what he was doing, but soon enough you found out as he pushed them past your entrance, slowly pumping them in and out, biting his lip as he watched you make that “o” face. You dug your nails into his shoulders as you felt him finger you, looking down to watch as if it was all surreal or something. You were a whiny mess, clearly on edge for him, but he was just waiting, waiting till you were right there so he could edge you, make you wait to cum…
When he noticed you heaving and panting, he pulled his fingers out. Licking them clean before shuffling to get your jeans off, letting you work at his.
“Fuck. You’re so beautiful—“, He said once he’d finally got your bottoms off. Helping you get him out of his jeans, which had become painfully tight. You tugged his boxers down as much as you could, watching his cock spring out. Biting your lip as it twitched for you. “See that? That’s how badly I want you… How badly I’ve been wanting you.”, He said softly, reaching to grab your chin, pulling you back into a gentle kiss as he slowly stroked his dick from base to tip…
“P-Please baby… I’m fucking aching…”, he mumbled as he pulled back slightly, a string of drool connecting you and him. When he begged for you to let him fuck you? You didn’t even hesitate, just immediately nodding, allowing him to guide you down onto him desperately. He grabbed your hips gently as if to not hurt you, gently lining himself up with your entrance, wasting no time and allowing himself to sink into you. The stretch was satisfying almost, only painful in the best ways…
“J-Jesus.. Mmngh—“, you whimpered. Resting your forehead as he gently lifted and dropped you onto his cock, keeping a steady pace. “F-Fuck! You’re so tight baby, goddd…”, He whined desperately as his eyes fluttered shut… Soon enough you were both a panting mess, the pace became animalistic. You were riding him like a wild bull. As if nobody was outside, as if the entire cast couldn’t, and wouldn’t press their nosy ears against the door to listen.
“O-Oh fuck.. fuckfuckfuck.. J-Jeff! Please I’m so close—“, You moan, cupping a hand over your mouth to muffle the moans as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach. Knowing you weren’t gonna last much longer. “I-I know, come on baby.. cum for me..”, He begged, reaching his hand down, starting to rub your clit once more. Your eyes rolled back slightly as you felt yourself begin to get overstimulated with pleasure.
Your hands smacked down onto his chest, gripping his flannel tightly as you came, your hips twitching forward as you tightened around his cock, crying out a moan of satisfaction as you slumped into him. Letting him thrust harder as you rode you way through the orgasm. Soon after he groaned loudly, slamming into one last time as he came, filling you up nicely. “O-Ohhh fuckkkk—“, he groaned through gritted teeth, panting against your shoulder, shuddering slightly.
After a few minutes, he pulled back to look at your face, spent and tired.. rubbing your cheek as he gently peppered you with soft kisses, resting his forehead against yours. “Again..?”, He said in a teasing tone, which made you smack his shoulder and shake your head. “How about later…? Somewhere private Jeff.”, You said… almost reminding him that outside that door he had to go back to work. He rolled his eyes and nodded. Kissing you once more almost as if he needed it to make it till “later”.
