Part 2 – Jennifer Check x Female!Reader (Dom!Reader Smut)
No one asked but here it is! continuation of this fic.
⚠️ Tags/Warnings:
Female!Reader x Jennifer Check
Dom!Reader / Sub!Jennifer
Light bondage & power play
Begging, teasing, overstimulation
Explicit implications but fade-to-black for the act
Jennifer being a bratty mess
Reader taking their time. 😈
Jennifer's wrists were tied.
Soft red silk — her own, from her vanity drawer — looped around the bedposts, keeping her arms above her head. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, lips parted, skin flushed.
She’d never let anyone do this to her.
But you weren’t just anyone.
You sat between her thighs, fully clothed, trailing your fingertips across the soft inside of her legs while she writhed beneath you, begging, panting, whimpering.
“You’re not being very patient, baby,” you murmured, lips brushing her inner thigh.
Jennifer gasped. “I’ve been—fuck—I’ve been good!”
You tilted your head. “You sure about that?”
She groaned, trying to buck her hips, but you held her down easily with a palm against her pelvis. “You’ve been bratting all night, sweetheart. Thought you ran this show.”
Jennifer glared at you, chest heaving. “I’m gonna kill you.”
You laughed, dark and low. “That mouth is gonna get you in trouble.”
Then your hand slipped between her legs — and all threats died on her tongue.
Her back arched. A broken moan spilled from her lips. “Oh my God…”
You leaned close, lips ghosting over hers but never touching. “God’s not here, baby. Just me. And I don’t think you’ve earned your release yet.”
“No, please—please—don’t stop—” she was babbling now, teary-eyed, straining against the silk restraints. Her voice cracked on a whimper. “Y/N, I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll be so fucking good—”
You smiled wickedly, dragging your fingers slow and deliberate. “Say it again.”
“I’ll be good.”
“Louder.”
“I’ll be good for you!”
“That’s better.”
You finally kissed her then — really kissed her — deep, claiming, messy. She sobbed into your mouth, overstimulated and wrecked.
And you weren’t done yet.
You pulled back, fingers gliding lower again, and watched the panic and pleasure war in her eyes.
TW: → explicit sexual content (penetrative sex, vaginal receiving partner) → overstimulation, multiple orgasms, edging themes → possessive / dominant partner dynamic → degradation kink (verbal: “slut,” “toy,” etc.) → praise kink → creampie / breeding language → body fluids (cum, sweat, saliva, etc.) → drug use (stoner reader, intoxicated arousal) → mild cnc-flavored power imbalance (consensual) → use of strap / trans fem cock reader implication
SUMMARY: jennifer check has a habit of touching things she shouldn’t. you, unfortunately, are her favorite bad idea. (p.s i just wanted this out of my drafts plus almost halloween so..)
jennifer was enamored with you. not in some soft, cutesy, diary entry way that would risk her carefully curated reputation. (no, god forbid anyone found out; that would be like ripping the top layer off her fresh manicure, leaving her perfectly polished hands raw and red.) she could never speak it aloud, never even hint, and yet—somewhere behind the practiced poise, behind the click of her designer heels—her attention clung to you like smoke in a closed room.
you weren’t even the type she would normally pursue. you were practically a ghost in the hallways, a barely-there presence teetering on the edge of disappearance. one step off the asphalt and no one would even glance twice, no one would call your parents, no one would notice if you never showed up again. ask anyone at school to describe you, and they’d rattle off a list like it was carved into their brains: stoner, no-good, delinquent, dyke. pretty, sure, if pressed—but only if they squinted through the smog of preconceptions. the kind of pretty that bruised in sunlight.
everyone knew to keep their distance. you wandered through the school’s parking lot like a small, dangerous animal, muddy jeans scraping against the asphalt, band tees fading into dust-colored monochrome, cigarette dangling perpetually from the corner of your mouth. your lighter, scuffed and scratched, hung from your belt loop like a talisman, an invitation to the kind of trouble people whispered about but didn’t dare approach.
and yet, here you were. unfortunate, in the way that a moth is drawn to flame—predictably, irresistibly, dangerously. jennifer noticed. couldn’t help herself. the thrill of danger shimmered just beneath her composed exterior, a little tremor in her wrist when she crossed the hallways, a catch in her breath when you passed.
she had a tendency to go for things she knew were bad for her. always had. the allure of someone untamed, someone so perfectly wrong, clawed at her instincts in ways she couldn’t name. her baby-blue eyes would glint in the fluorescent hall lights, the sparkle subtle but telling, a flare of curiosity and lust and the faintest hunger. it was a look that could disarm, could trap, could make you unaware of the slow slide of her hands closer, the way her gaze lingered, the way her hips swayed as if she owned the space between you and her.
jenifer didn’t chase lightly. she didn’t pounce on whim. she studied her prey first, memorized the angles of your smirk, the careless grace of your cigarette-hand dance, the way you let your hair fall into your eyes, and the faint scar of a laugh line that hinted at some past defiance. and now, you—unaware, untouchable, untamed—were hers to dissect. her lips twitched with anticipation, her heart thumping with a cocktail of excitement and sin. she didn’t just want to watch you. no, she wanted to taste you. she wanted to know what it was like to trace those jagged lines of your world with her fingers, to get lost in the fire she knew she shouldn’t touch, and to savor the dangerous sweetness of the dyke everyone else had written off.
and maybe, just maybe, you’d let her.
she lay in her bed, the soft moonlight painting her pale skin in silver shadows, and she imagined you. not just seeing her, but seeing her for her, the way you might trace the curve of her jaw, the slope of her shoulders, the delicate bones of her wrists. her babyboy shorts clung to her thighs, soft and loose, but she could feel the heat pooled between her legs just thinking about you.
her fingers followed the line of her abdomen, fingertips brushing over the soft hollow of her stomach before slipping under the waistband of her shorts. the thought of your fingers tracing her, sliding over her clit, made her shiver violently. her breaths came quicker, catching in her throat, and a wetness bloomed between her legs, obscene in its generosity, as though her body was already giving itself to you without your touch. she gasped at the thought—you, tracing her curves, teasing her, taking her lips and leaving them slick with need, every kiss, every lick, every touch made her ache more violently.
her fingers curled, teasing, pressing, imagining the sound you’d make as your mouth descended lower, tasting her, inhaling her scent like it was a drug. the image of your hands on her, sliding her wet cunt open just to breathe her in, made her chest tighten, her pulse hammering through her wrists and temples. each imagined stroke made her juices flood even more, dripping into her own hand as if her body couldn’t help but give itself to the fantasy.
she pictured the sharp inhale you’d take at the feel of her slick warmth, the shiver that would run up your spine when her hips pressed up against your fingers. her nails dug into the sheets, almost painfully, imagining your mouth trailing down her thighs, licking every inch, tasting the mix of sweat and want, until her world shrank to the wet, urgent heat of her own body and the imagined presence of yours consuming it.
her mind spiraled further, imagining herself trembling beneath your gaze, her soft moans just out of reach, her clit slick under your touch, pulsing as if calling your name. every thought of you, every imagined finger, every kiss she imagined you pressing down on her made her body betray her more, flooding, leaking, needing, desperate in a way she hadn’t admitted to anyone before—except now, here in her room, where she could let herself unravel completely.
the thought of you finally entering her, of her cunt opening to your touch, made her pulse spike, a tidal wave of need crashing through her chest. she bit her plush lips hard to keep herself quiet, trembling against the mattress, slick, dripping, wanting—all for you.
after that night, things… shifted. they shifted so subtly, so perfectly, that neither of you really noticed until it was already routine. now, it was practically a ritual. you’d lean against your car in the school parking lot, cigarette dangling lazily from your lips, hood up, band tee faded and perfectly rumpled, lighter flicking idly in your fingers. and there she was, jennifer, marching out of color guard practice—her flag still dripping with sweat, hair pulled into a messy ponytail—but somehow impossibly radiant even in that chaos.
“dumb,” you’d mutter under your breath, dragging the smoke through your teeth.
“what was that?” jennifer called, tilting her head as she climbed into the lot, eyes glinting like she already knew.
“you. color guard… dumb,” you said, smirk tugging at your lips.
she laughed, a little breathless from practice, that perfect, intoxicating mix of arrogance and charm that always made you feel like your chest could cave in. “yeah, yeah, keep talking. you always sound so… serious,” she teased, tossing her bag over her shoulder and sauntering toward you like she owned the asphalt beneath her sneakers.
you didn’t answer. didn’t have to. because the truth was in the way she fell into step with you, hand brushing against yours accidentally—or not—when you led her to your car. the tension was electric, tangible, the air itself heavy with smoke and something sweeter, something belonging only to her.
“want to just… go back to my place?” she’d ask, voice low, playful, a little daring, like she was letting you in on some delicious secret.
“dumb,” you’d reply automatically, dragging her closer with a tilt of your head, lips brushing hers before she could even protest.
and then it was just… lips. the first press was always the sweetest: her lip gloss smearing across yours, sticky, sugary, mingling with the sharp tang of smoke on your tongue. you’d pull back, grin lazily, letting her breathe you in like she always did, tongue darting out to taste the faint hint of weed.
“you taste… funny,” she’d whisper, voice muffled against your mouth, a giggle slipping between kisses.
“funny good or funny bad?” you’d ask, teasing, dragging your fingers lazily through the curve of her neck, thumb brushing the line of her jaw.
“both,” she’d admit, lips curving into that smile that made your heart do that stupid little skip. “like… like you.”
by the third time she’d dragged you up to her room, your brain had stopped questioning it entirely. the most popular girl in school, the one everyone whispered about, the one everyone wanted to know, to touch, to taste—she wanted you. all of you.
so of course, to absolutely no one’s surprise, there you were again, planted like a shadow against your car, waiting for jennifer to finally escape the clutches of another late color guard practice. the world around you was a blur—a cacophony of lockers slamming, students shouting across the lot, engines growling and tires squealing—but it didn’t exist. none of it mattered. not today, not ever. you were here for one thing and one thing only.
her.
jennifer.
the faint tang of sweat mingled with the floral sweetness of her perfume reached your nostrils before she even appeared, threading its way through the haze of asphalt and smoke that clung to your clothes. you inhaled sharply, chest tightening, heart threatening to betray you, and the world fell away. she was chaos made human, a wildfire wrapped in a ponytail and sparkly blue eyes, and for some reason—or perhaps for all the reasons—you had chosen to chase that spark. week after week, late practices or not, you knew exactly where she’d emerge. you could almost feel her before you saw her: the slap of sneakers against asphalt, the rhythmic flick of her hair, the heavy swish of her flags.
and then she appeared.
hair knotted in a messy ponytail, damp strands sticking to her flushed forehead, little flags trailing the effort of her sweat-soaked practice. her sneakers scuffed the lot, rhythmically imperfect, dragging small clouds of dust into the air. even as her chest rose and fell from exertion, even with the glint of fatigue in her eyes, she was impossible to ignore. she radiated, spilling light across the dull asphalt, and the thought made your lips twitch with something dangerously like a smile.
“still… waiting?” she called, voice teasing but tired, carrying that edge of mischief that always made your chest feel too tight. she tilted her head, dark ponytail swinging lazily, and let her eyes roam over you—hood up, cigarette dangling from your lips, lighter flicking idly in your fingers—like she was appraising her prey, or maybe confirming what she already knew.
“dumb,” you muttered, dragging the smoke through your teeth, letting it curl and vanish between you.
“dumb, huh?” she repeated, stepping closer, flag bag slung over her shoulder. “that’s it? that’s all i get?” her smile was cocky, teasing, the kind that made it feel like she knew every thought rotting through your skull and wanted to press her advantage.
“that’s enough,” you drawled, voice low, eyes catching hers, letting the words linger like a touch. you flicked your lighter once, then twice, the tiny flame dancing before your gaze met hers. “for now.”
jennifer laughed, soft and airy, but it vibrated against the air like electricity. she reached up, fingers brushing an errant strand of hair from her face. “you always look like you’re waiting for me… like i’m some kind of… reward or something.” her lips curved slyly. “you planning to make me earn it tonight?”
“maybe,” you said again, almost absentmindedly, though the tilt of your head and the glint in your eyes suggested otherwise. and just like that, the distance between you shrank. your shoulder brushed hers when she passed, accidental—or maybe entirely intentional—but sparks jumped, invisible threads tightening.
jennifer’s gaze lingered, teasing, playful, full of that dangerous little glimmer that made you forget your own name. “you know,” she murmured, voice dropping, “my mom’s got a date tonight. which means… i’m home alone.”
your foot hadn’t even crossed the threshold before jennifer was on you. the door clicked shut behind you, and suddenly she was there—pressing against you like gravity itself had chosen a side. her mouth found yours in a rush, soft and wet and reckless, tasting faintly of bubblegum lip gloss and adrenaline. the kiss wasn’t perfect; it was too eager, too real, her teeth catching your lip as she dragged you deeper into the house. her pink-polished nails grazed your neck, catching on your hoodie strings, pulling you closer as if she could fold you into her.
you barely had time to breathe before your heel hit the edge of a rug and your shoulder nearly clipped a vase sitting by the entryway. “jesus—jen, you could’ve—”
she didn’t even let you finish. a laugh slipped from her throat, low and triumphant, and she tugged you forward again, fingers curling in the fabric at your chest. “oh, come on,” she said over her shoulder, breathless but smug. “stop being such a baby.”
the hallway blurred around you, a tunnel of dim lamps and framed family photos that you couldn’t focus on. she was dragging you up the stairs two at a time, her laughter bouncing off the walls, echoing in the narrow space. her perfume—sweet, rich, overwhelming—mixed with the cigarette smoke clinging to your jacket, creating something new, something dizzying.
by the time you reached her room, your heart was a hammer in your throat. the door swung open and the smell of her filled the air: floral body spray, hot hair straightener, the faint ghost of vanilla lotion. the light was soft, golden, dust motes floating in lazy spirals. you caught your breath, leaning against the doorframe, trying to make sense of the rush that had carried you here.
jennifer turned, the playful smirk still tugging at her lips. “what?” she teased, cocking her head. “cat got your tongue?”
you swallowed, words half-formed, but she was already stepping closer again—close enough that her laughter was warm against your collarbone, close enough that the chaos of the world outside her pink bedroom door disappeared entirely.
jennifer yanked you forward onto her bed with enough force to make the frame creak—a violent, impatient gesture that wasn’t a request, it was a command. the mattress dipped under you, swallowing you whole in that faint perfume of hers—vanilla and smoke and something metallic underneath, something like adrenaline. she wasn’t gentle. jennifer never was. gentleness was for people who didn’t know what they wanted, and she always did.
you barely hit the mattress before she was on you, blue eyes fever-bright, mouth set in that dangerous curve that meant trouble. her hair was a tangle of gold and static, wild from running her fingers through it one too many times, haloed by the sickly amber glow of her bedside lamp. there was a flicker of hellfire in that halo though, something unholy and divine.
“what got into your pants today?” you asked, voice still lazy even as your pulse kicked up. the words rolled off your tongue with a smirk—half humor, half invitation, all mistake.
she didn’t answer. not with words.
her knee sank into the mattress between your legs as she climbed onto you, her palms pressing flat against your chest. the air left your lungs in a soft grunt. her perfume—vanilla, cigarette smoke, a ghost of cherry lip gloss—filled your head, dizzying and familiar. you caught her gaze just before her lips met yours, and for a moment, she looked almost angelic—then she kissed you, hard.
it wasn’t a kiss so much as a claiming. jennifer didn’t waste time with tenderness; her mouth moved with hunger, with precision, with that dangerous mix of lust and impatience only she could embody. her tongue slid against yours, hot and sweet and demanding, like she was determined to devour the air between you.
you felt her smile against your mouth before she pulled back—just enough to breathe, to taunt.
“god forbid i get horny,” she murmured, words brushing your lips as her breath came quick. “is that a crime now?”
her tone was light, playful even, but her eyes said something darker — something restless. they shimmered with that same familiar chaos, the kind that had gotten the two of you in trouble more times than you could count. she shifted her hips just enough to make your breath catch again, her body warm and solid over yours.
her hands wandered, nails dragging slow deliberate paths down your chest. each scrape left a shiver, a faint pink trail of heat following in their wake. she pressed her palms flat against your stomach, fingers splaying as if she could read your heartbeat through your skin.
her hair fell forward, brushing your jaw, strands tickling the edge of your throat. you could smell her—the sweet tang of skin warmed by adrenaline, the faint trace of cigarettes and bubblegum.
jennifer leaned in again, lips brushing your ear, her voice dropping to a low whisper that sent a shudder through your spine. “let’s skip the foreplay,” she said. “you already know what i want.”
her hips rolled forward once—a slow, deliberate motion that made the air between you snap and sizzle. her breath hitched, sharp and ragged, and for a heartbeat she hovered there, a living tease between restraint and ruin. the hem of her skirt skimmed your thigh in the lightest whisper of fabric, yet it burned hotter than fire. you could feel her wetness through the thin cotton of her boyshorts, frantic and slick, an echo of the rhythm racing in your own body.
fuck, you were pent up.
and jennifer was making it worse.
her hips rolled again, that same steady grind that wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore, the press of her soaked panties catching on the stiff bulge in your jeans like she wanted to wear down your patience one slow, deliberate drag at a time. each shift of her weight dragged heat across your lap, her thighs bracketing yours like velvet vices, all smoke and confidence in the way she moved—slow enough to tease, close enough to taunt.
you could feel her wetness through both layers of clothing now. it had soaked through her panties, yours, even the denim—warm and insistent and fucking needy. like her pussy had already decided what it wanted, and now it was just waiting for her to catch up.
the scent of her—vanilla-laced perfume gone hazy with sweat and skin, hot breath sweet from something cherry she'd been sucking on earlier—filled your lungs in thick curls. you couldn’t breathe right. couldn’t think past the aching pulse in your cock and the weight of her body grinding it flat against your thigh.
she leaned in again, a smirk curling on her lips even though her voice came out ragged: “already worked up?”
your cock throbbed, straining hard beneath the denim—long and heavy, aching like it was trying to push through your zipper. you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. your jaw was locked up, neck tilted slightly back, because if you moved even a little she was going to press in and you’d lose whatever grip on yourself you had left. that sliver of self-control? gone the second she dragged herself forward again, pussy grinding softly over the swollen bulge between your legs, damp heat soaking through the denim like you were naked already.
she laughed under her breath—one of those soft, velvety sounds that didn’t match the sharp glint in her eye. “yeah,” she whispered, mouth ghosting the edge of your jaw, “that’s what i thought.”
she fucking knew what she was doing.
the way she moved—god, the way she moved—it was like she’d memorized how to get under your skin, how to grind her cunt just right over your cock, shifting her weight so it hit the perfect spot every damn time. your jeans felt like prison. the bulge in them had gone from suggestive to obscene, straining against the zipper, and jennifer was treating it like a toy, pushing down with her hips and dragging her slick along the length of it with tiny rocking motions that made your thighs twitch.
“poor thing,” she whispered, tilting her head like she was pretending to feel sorry for you. her breath ghosted along your cheek. “look at you.”
you didn’t look at her. you couldn’t. you just let your eyes fall shut and let the feeling take over: the heat, the pressure, the maddening rhythm of her hips and how she moved like she was trying to make you beg for it. and maybe you would. eventually. but not yet.
her hands slid down from your collar, palms gliding over the front of your hoodie, then dipping lower, tracing over your stomach, over the waistband of your sweats beneath the jeans. she made a soft, curious sound as her fingers dragged across your cock through the fabric, pressing down just enough to make you twitch.
“aww,” she cooed, grinning now, full teeth and heat in her eyes. “you’re throbbing, baby.” her tone dipped, syrupy and teasing. “you hard the whole time i was sitting on your lap, or just since i started talking?”
your body answered for you, a sharp jerk of your hips, needy and uncontrollable. the tip of your cock rubbed against your waistband, slick already leaking, staining the cotton warm and wet and impossible to hide.
she noticed. of course she fucking noticed. Her breath hitched, the sound involuntary, and her hand settled fully over the bulge, palm flat, pressing down. “shit.”
her thighs flexed around yours as she rocked again, a little rougher this time. her cunt dragged over your lap, soaking you further, heat grinding right up against the rigid line of your cock, her panties clinging to her slit like second skin. you could feel everything—every throb, every twitch, every desperate pulse of wet heat.
you finally opened your eyes.
she was watching you, pupils blown, lips parted. Her own chest was rising fast, and her body trembled faintly with each roll of her hips, like she was starting to feel it, too. like teasing you was starting to undo her.
“you’re not even trying to stop me,” she whispered, almost in awe, her fingers starting to fumble with the button on your jeans. “god, you’re—fuck, you’re so wet. you leaking for me, baby?”
you bit down on a sound, teeth sinking into your lip as she popped the button and pulled the zipper down, the harsh noise shockingly loud in the small space between you. she slipped her hand in, straight past your boxers, no hesitation, and wrapped her fingers around your cock with a quiet moan.
“jesus,” she muttered, mouth dragging across your cheek as her wrist flexed, slow and deliberate. “big cock like this and you let me ride it from the outside first? soo evil.”
you let your head drop to her shoulder, your breath hot and shaky. her palm was slick with your precome already, sliding easily along your shaft, and her thumb dragged over the head, smearing more wetness across it with a fascinated little whimper.
“y’know,” she said, tone lazy, teasing, “i was gonna just keep grinding on you. but now? think i need this in me. now.”
her mouth brushed your ear, her hips stuttering as she pulled her panties to the side with her free hand. “soaked through 'em. you feel that? that’s for you.”
you nodded—barely—and she laughed, low and wrecked, and positioned herself, lifting just enough to get the head of your cock nudging up against her entrance.
and then she sank down.
slow, so fucking slow, like she wanted you to feel every impossible inch as her pussy swallowed you up, hot and tight and trembling.
“fuuuck,” she groaned, forehead dropping to yours again. “there we go. just like that.”
you didn’t move. couldn’t. her cunt clung to you like it had been waiting for this—wet, squeezing around every inch, greedily drawing you in until her ass settled on your thighs and your cock was buried inside her to the hilt.
and then she just sat there, pulsing around you, grinding in tight lazy circles with her hips as your vision blurred.
you were gonna lose it.
and the worst part? she fucking knew.
jennifer stayed perched on your lap like a goddamn queen, the kind who liked watching her subjects squirm.
your cock twitched inside her, so deep it felt like she was wrapped around the base of your spine, squeezing—milking—with every lazy flex of her hips. and all she did was watch you.
“god, you’re so deep in there,” she breathed, staring down at where your bodies met like it had hypnotized her. her fingers splayed against your stomach for balance, the other dragging her damp panties further to the side to let you see just how swollen and slick she was, stretched open and dripping down your length. “i can feel you throbbing, babe—fuck, i’m gonna come just from this…”
she gave a slow roll of her hips and your mouth dropped open.
“nnnghh—jen…”
she laughed again, but it was shakier now, raw around the edges. “aw, what’s wrong?” she murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. “too much?”
you tried to buck up into her—just once—but her thighs clenched around yours, locking you down, and her hand flew to your chest, flat over your sternum, holding you there. the strength in her was coiled and terrifying; the softness of her face didn’t match the control she had over your body.
“no moving yet,” she whispered. “you’re gonna take this. all of it.”
you choked out a moan and she smiled, pleased. her cunt squeezed around you in tiny, fluttering pulses like it was agreeing with her, like her whole body wanted to trap you there. you were soaked—panties sticking to you, your hoodie riding up, heat blooming where her skin slid against yours—and the weed haze still ghosting around your head made everything slow and extra vivid, melty, like she was fucking you through a dream.
“you high still?” she asked suddenly, brushing her nose against yours.
you nodded, dazed.
she grinned. “perfect. all slow and stupid for me, huh? that why you’re drooling a little?”
you weren’t. you hoped you weren’t.
didn’t matter. her hips lifted an inch and dropped again with a sharp shlupk, and your whole body jolted. she did it again. and again. each shallow pump let her pussy suck at your cock, the slick drag along your shaft painfully slow, grinding deep at the end until her clit bumped your pubic bone just right. her head fell back and her mouth opened in a silent curse.
you grabbed her hips, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, but you didn’t take control. couldn’t. she was setting the pace—rocking in slow, syrupy waves, gasping when she took you too deep, her thighs shaking now every time she bottomed out.
and fuck, you could feel everything. her slickness dripping down your shaft, the way her inner walls spasmed around you when she cursed, the way her breath got caught right before she moaned.
her pace faltered for a second. just enough to betray her.
“you close?” you managed, voice hoarse.
she nodded quickly, biting her lip. “mhm. i can’t—i can’t take it slow anymore—fuck, you feel too good, you’re—”
she dropped again, full weight slamming down, and her voice caught high in her throat: “ahnn fuck—!”
then she started grinding, fast and messy, back and forth instead of up and down, panting into your neck, her hips rolling like she was chasing the edge of a wave. her clit was dragging against your skin with every pass and her cunt was clenching so tight you thought she might pull the soul out of your body.
you held her tighter, bucked up once—hard—and she cried out.
her arms wrapped around your neck suddenly, her entire body clinging to you as she jerked her hips against yours in stuttering thrusts. “i’m—’m gonna—”
you felt her lock down around you, her pussy fluttering in wild, frantic pulses. then she gasped.
“fuckfuckfuck—ahhhnn—”
she came hard, clutching at you like she was going to vanish, moaning deep into your hoodie, grinding through it like she was trying to ride out every last quake. her thighs trembled and you held her up, her cunt spasming around your cock, milking it—begging it.
and you couldn’t hold back anymore.
your body locked up. heat burst behind your eyes. your cock jerked deep inside her and you felt your orgasm slam through you like a freight train. hot cum flooded her cunt in thick, wet pulses, and she shuddered with each one, still rocking her hips like she wanted every drop. you moaned, low and broken and wrecked, into her shoulder, clinging to her like gravity had reversed.
by the time you stopped shaking, her body had gone loose, heavy against you, her breath a wet pant in your ear. your jeans were soaked. your cock was still twitching inside her. and neither of you could move.
“…shit,” she mumbled after a while, her voice slurred and fucked out. “you’re staying like this. right here. you’re not leaving this bed.”
you hummed, boneless. “didn’t plan to.”
her smile pressed against your throat. “good. ‘cause next time i’m not even pretending to wear panties.”
jennifer didn’t move. she stayed impaled on your cock like it was a throne, her cunt twitching around you in slow, involuntary pulses that made you twitch right back, the fit still obscene even after she'd milked you empty.
her spine was slack now, hips softening into the shape of you, every inch of her sunk down on your lap like she wanted to merge. but her eyes? her eyes still held that glint—mean, calculating, sharp in contrast to the languid slump of her body, like she’d just solved a puzzle and wanted to see what happened if she rearranged the pieces again with her thighs.
“god,” she muttered, fingers curling against your chest, a low, breathless chuckle curling off her lips. “you came like i was trying to suck your soul out of your body.”
you swallowed, throat thick and raw, your whole body still sizzling with the aftershock. her pussy gripped you—still. as if reluctant to let you go, greedily flexing around your cock like it knew you had more left and was preparing to wring it from you, whether your nerves agreed or not.
and fuck, maybe it did. you were still hard. still inside her. still soaking in the perfume of sex and sweat and the ghost of the joint from earlier—your high twisted into something molten and feral, like every inhale had been replaced with the scent of her cunt.
she rolled her hips just a touch, and the sound it made was disgusting: a wet, drawn-out schlkk, her slick coating the base of your cock, the seam of your zipper, your thighs. you could feel it: a filthy slick warmth that smeared everywhere she moved, your come seeping out of her around your shaft in slow, pearlescent rivulets.
jennifer glanced down and grinned. “you see that?”
you didn’t answer.
she smacked your chest lightly. “look.”
you obeyed. she reached between her legs and spread herself wider, thighs flexing against your lap. with her fingers, she peeled her soaked lips apart and dragged them down the underside of your cock, tracing the mess you’d made together, the press of your shaft still thick and hard and shining. she looked absolutely worshipful about it. a curator admiring her exhibit.
“you came so fucking deep,” she said, half to herself. “can feel it inside me still. still dripping out around your cock and you’re still so hard.”
she glanced up at you then, tilting her head. her smile turned slow and wicked. “you wanna go again, don’t you?”
your voice came out rough. “you’re fucking wringing me dry…”
“mm.” she rubbed her clit against you lazily, smearing more of your combined mess across her folds. “you say that like i’m not gonna fuck another load out of you.”
then she moved. just once. a long, deep grind that made your jaw clench and your hips jerk beneath her instinctively. her pussy made that same slippery, obscene sound, like it had memorized the shape of you and was trying to coax you deeper with gravity alone.
“i don’t even have to bounce on it,” she whispered, voice tight now, reverent, like she couldn’t believe it herself. “just…sit here. let it twitch inside me. let it throb.”
you shivered.
“god, you like that. you fucking like it.” her lips parted, panting now as she rocked again, letting your still-stiff cock rub against every oversensitive ridge inside her. “you wanna breed me like this, huh? high little slut with a cock that won’t quit. what’d you smoke—gorilla glue? baby, i think i broke you.”
she ground down once more and tightened around you, cunt spasming like her body was trying to milk a second orgasm from the friction alone. her thighs were slick now, your fluids staining her skin in glistening trails.
“you leaking again?” she whispered, one hand creeping back into your jeans, under your waistband. her palm found the mess there, fingers swiping through it with wet, slick sounds. she brought her fingers up, coated, and stuck them in her mouth.
“mmmph.” her eyes fluttered shut as she sucked them clean. “you taste so fucking good.”
you couldn’t fucking breathe.
she watched your face like it was her favorite channel, her hips starting to move again—this time with intent. not bouncy, not fast. just slow, punishing circles, each one angled to drag your cock against every sensitive inch inside her. her pussy gripped and released in rhythm with her breath, like she was training you.
you felt yourself pulsing again, overstimulated and hypersensitive, but it didn’t matter. not with her cunt slinking down every inch of your cock like it belonged there.
“i should edge you like this for hours,” she murmured, fingering the waistband of your sweats with her free hand. “keep you in me, all warm and plugged up, every twitch leaking more until you start begging.”
you blinked up at her, dazed, bloodless in your limbs and buzzing everywhere else.
she leaned in, breath hot against your mouth.
“dripfeed you your own cum while i sit on your cock and fuck you dumb. would you like that?”
you nodded. numbly. dumbly.
jennifer giggled like she’d just won the lottery. “thought so.”
then she shifted again, this time lifting slowly off your cock—inch by inch, your length dragging out of her in a cascade of wet slickness and tension. the air hit it and you moaned, actually moaned, loud and unfiltered, and she fucking beamed.
“god, that noise—” she whispered.
when only the head of your cock was left inside her, her hips snapped back down.
schlp—thmp.
your eyes rolled back.
she didn’t give you a break. she pulled back again, slower this time, watching your face the entire time, and slammed herself back down just as hard. your thighs tensed. you tried to breathe. you couldn’t.
your cock was a mess—coated, twitching, glossy with spit and come and her pussy's obscene nectar. you were drooling. actually drooling. she reached up and wiped it with her thumb and licked it.
“there’s my messy little slut.”
your stomach tensed. heat climbed your spine. your nerves lit like magnesium.
jennifer didn’t let up.
“you gonna fill me again, baby?” she murmured, grinding in short little bursts, keeping your head pinned to the edge. “you wanna be so deep in this pussy we forget where you end and i start?”
you whimpered.
“do it,” she breathed, voice wrecked now, body shaking again. “cum in me. again. fuckin’ ruin me.”
and like an obedient fucking toy, you did.
you spilled into her with a strangled moan, cock jumping once, twice, then a flood, your second load messier than the first, gushing out of her the second you gave it. her pussy convulsed around you and she let her head drop to your shoulder, breath catching in broken, hnghhh-filled cries as she came again with you—tight, hot, clinging like suction.
neither of you moved. you didn’t have to. the heat between you did everything. soaked your thighs, your jeans, your hoodie. soaked the sheets. soaked the room in the stink of sweat and sex and weed and shame.
eventually, jennifer lifted her head, eyes bleary, lashes damp.
“i’m gonna keep you like this all day,” she said, utterly serious.
𝒮ummary: Jennifer Check invites you to sleep over at her house while her parents are away.
𝒫airing: popular!jennifer check x f!reader
𝒲arnings/contents: kissing, Jennifer’s kinds of mean but besides that, nothing!!
𝒩ote: this is short since it’s my first time posting my writing !! Also the title is from naked in manhattan 😚
𝒟iv: @cursed-carmine
First, it began with smiles in the hallway. Then it became partnering up in class. And Then it became Jennifer inviting you to sleepover at her house for the weekend. Which, in your defence, you only obliged to since your parents had recently been not-so-subtly confessing their worries about your slightly.. dormant social life.
You carefully pack your overnight bag as you debate what you might do during the sleepover. You don’t know Jennifer very well, so it’s difficult to say what she might enjoy doing. And as for yourself, you’d never been invited to a sleepover before now, so you had no idea what people really did at them.
You decide on packing a few simple tank tops, some nail polish, pink and white striped pajama shorts, and your favourite lacy pink bra— not that anyone would see it.
It’s evening once you arrive at Jennifer’s house. You knock on the door nervously, with sweaty palms, and she invites you in with a short hug and a friendly smile.
You slowly unpack a few of your things once you’re inside her bedroom, your focus shifting slightly to observe her decorations. The walls of her bedroom are pink, there are posters in every direction (though they cluster above her bed) the scent of her perfume clings to everything made of cloth, and her vanity is cluttered with all sorts of makeup.
Jennifer notices your gaze lingering on her makeup and her face lights up.
“You should let me do your makeup!”
You protest, but she persists.
“That’s what you do at sleepovers!”
You continue making up excuses, when in reality you’re just nervous to look stupid infront of her.
“It’ll be fun… please?”
Something about the way she says that final word makes it nearly impossible for you not to give her what she wants.
The two of you sit facing each other on her bed as she applies a small amount of concealer to your under eyes. Then some sparkly pink eyeshadow on your upper lids, followed by mascara on your eyelashes. Finally, she slowly applies a nude-pink lipstick. You look in every other direction than the one that leads to the undeniably awkward eye contact between the two of you. Although, you do indulge in a few glances when she’s too focused on doing your makeup to look back.
Once she’s finished applying the product, she holds out her index finger and carefully perfects the edges of the makeup on your lips.
“Have you ever.. kissed someone?” Jennifer asks casually, continuing to toy with your face.
“Oh, no.. Why?” You respond, slightly caught off guard. What you said was true, you had never kissed anyone. It was embarrassing.
“No reason… you know, I could totally set you up with someone.” She explains.
“A guy?” You ask in response, subconsciously fidgeting with your fingers.
“Yes? Unless you’re not interested..” She responds, her seemingly mocking words trail off into a heavy silence.
Why does Jennifer care who you date?…
It’s only now, once you snap out of your racing head, that you notice Jennifer’s face slowly inching closer to yours.
She shifts her finger from your lip, and softly grips your chin to lift your gaze just so it meets her own. She holds eye contact with you for a moment, then very carefully presses her lips against yours, as if she’s asking for permission. You’re confused, of course, but you oblige. And when you softly suck on her top lip in response, she takes it as a ‘yes’, and quickens her pace. By this point, your cheeks are already a deep shade of pink, your fingertips and ears tingle as her warmth ghosts over your skin, and you taste a mix of her cherry flavoured lipgloss and spit as she kisses you. She moves her body closer to yours, almost so that she’s on top of you, and the two of you continue this for a few moments; exchanging ragged breaths, smiles, and subtle touches to each other's lower backs and necks every once and a while.
Jennifer’s pace slows, soon coming to a halt. She pulls her lips apart from yours, making a faint pop! sound. Now, as the only connection remaining is a string of spit that drapes between your parting mouths, you look up at her in awe, pupils blown as she towers over you slightly.
“Now you know how to kiss!” She’s says with the sweetest voice, as if she didn’t have you panting below her just a moment ago.
You should have known, it’s Jennifer. Still, you’re too stunned to think of a smart reply, so you remain silent.
She sits up from the bed, and calmly walks across the room. You catch your breath as you watch her stop at a bookshelf containing a collection of dvd’s. She then confidently asks:
My favorite Antagonist of the series. (Malthael and Diablo are the other 2 top favs)
Almost reached the end of the Season 8 Belial Questline on Cerise, prolly will only scratch Torment 1 before Season 9 start, but Im having fun these 3 days (since I reinstalled the game yesterday to play it with a friend. For the PS+ people D4 is coming for free, so while I dont feel like endorsing buying it(cause Blizzard and as much as I enjoy D4 there are better ARPGs to reccommend spending money on XD ) I feel like its worth giving it a shot as a free experience.
Im still enjoying every year as a dark fantasy game where I can play as my ocs tearing trough demons (and also vampires/undead since those are an enemy type that is more lore accurate to them XD)
Also, commissions are open, be it established characters or OCs
Chloe was all talk until you finally had her where you wanted her - flat on her back, legs spread wide across the sheets, blue hair sticking to her flushed face.
Her smirk had faded hours ago, replaced by a trembling pout and glossy eyes. Sweat rolled down her temple, her chest rising and falling fast as your strap pressed heavy against her soaked entrance.
"Y/N," she whined, her voice cracking with impatience, "please-just-just fuck me already. I can't take it anymore."
You tilted your head, dragging the tip of the toy slowly over her folds, watching the way her hips bucking up desperately for more. "Can't take it, huh? That's funny... you were acting all tough earlier, price."
Her hands shot out, clutching at the sheets. "I was kidding! I swear. Please, babe, i need it -"
You pushed just tye head inside, and chloe's back arched off the mattress, a broken moan spilling from her lips. "Oh my fucking god-"
"You're so wet," you murmured, easing in another inch, relishing how tight she squeezed around the silicone. "You really want this strap that bad?"
"Yes! Yes, please, I've been good -" her voice cracked into a whimper, the tough-girl mask crumbling entirely as you pushed deeper.
You leaned over her, bracing a hand beside her head, lips brushing her ear. "Good girls don't talk back. Good girls don't roll their eyes at me. But you?" You thrust all the way in, making her cry out. "You're nothing but a needy slut for my cock aren't you?"
"Yes! Fuck- yes, I am -" chloe's legs trembled as you set a brutal rhythm, pounding into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She clung to your shoulders, nails digging into your back, her moans getting higher and more desperate with every thrust.
"Look at you," you panted, watching her fall apart beneath you. "Begging, whining, you're so fucking pretty when you cry for it."
Her lips quivered, tears threatening at the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. "I'm yours, Y/n. Please don't stop. Please don't-fuck- don't stop!"
You angled your hips, hitting the spot that made her scream. Her body jerked, her nails scratching down your back as her climax hot hard, soaking the sheets beneath her.
But you didn't stop.
Chloe's thighs shook violently as you fucked her through her orgasm, her voice breaking into incoherent pleas. "N-no more - I can't- wait- fuck, I can-shit, I can take it! Please, Y/n, don't stop- I need it, I need you!"
Her voice was breaking, desperate, little whines slipping between her grasps as her legs shook violently, trying to squeeze you closer. You gripped her hips, leaning over, watching every flicker of her expression, every arch of her back.
"Good girl," you murmured, pressing your fingers into her waist, guiding her against the strap. "That's it... beg for me properly, Chloe. Show me how much you want it."
She trembled, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, lips quivering. "I- I'm yours, Y/N! Please- fuck me! Please! I'm yours! I'll take it all, I can take it!"
You thrust slowly, letting her feel every inch, circling her clit with a teasing finger. Her whole body jerked, letting out a strangled moan as she whimpered, "Oh god... Y/N, I'm c-cumming! I'm c-cumming!"
"Yeah, that's it, baby," you cooed, grinding into her, watching her fall apart. "Take it for me, beg for me, cum for me. Show me how much you need it."
Her nails dug into your back, hips rolling with yours, breath coming in ragged pants. "Please... please don't stop, Y/N! I'm yours... yours! I need you- ah, fuck!"
Another thrust and she screamed, shivering violently, shaking all over as waves of pleasure ripped through her as her back arched violently, nails digging into the sheets as she trembled beneath you. Her moans broke into desperate whines, her voice high and shaky.
"Y-Y/N! Please... please don't stop! I can't- I can't take it!" She gasped, legs trembling, hips jerking uncontrollably against you.
You pressed down, leaning over her, fingers gripping her hips as your thrust slowly and deliberately. "Oh, you can, Chloe. Look at you, so needy, so wet for me. Beg properly, baby. Show me how much you want it."
Her hands clawed at your shoulders, voice cracking into a whiny plea. "I-i'm yours... I'll take it all... harder... please, don't stop! Fuck, Y/N- Please!"
You circled her clit with teasing precision while the strap drove deep, making her grasp and writhe. "That's it... scream my name, beg for me, let me hear how much you need it."
Her breath hitched, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, body shaking with overstimulation. "I-I'm cumming! Don't stop! I'm yours... all yours!"
Every thrust sent shivers down her spine, every flick of your fingers against her clit made her whine louder. She bucked violently, completely undone, voice breaking into incoherent cries, desperate pleas, and whimpers of your name.
Finally, you slowed, letting her body ride out the waves, brushing her hair from her sweaty face, pressing soft kisses to her temple. Her body finally began to relax, trembling only slightly as the overstimulation ebbed, leaving her flushed and breathless. She nuzzled into your chest, blue hair sticking to your skin, lips parted in soft, exhausted pants.
“You… you’re insane,” she whispered, voice hoarse but tender, a small, shivering smile tugging at her lips.
You brushed her hair back gently, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Insanely in love with you,” you murmured. “So good… my whiny, needy girl.”
Chloe let out a shaky laugh, fingers curling around yours, holding on tight. “I… I love you too, Y/N… I’ve never… never felt like this before.”
You held her close, rocking her gently, letting the warmth of your bodies settle together. Her legs curled around yours, arms draped over your shoulders, and for the first time that night, Chloe’s moans and whines were replaced with soft sighs of contentment.
“Sleep now,” you whispered, fingers tracing soothing circles on her spine. “You’ve been such a good girl… all mine.”
her eyes fluttered closed, a soft, satisfied sigh escaping her lips as she melted fully into your chest. Her fingers lazily curled around yours, still holding on, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
“I’m… so full of you,” she murmured, voice barely audible, shaky but content.
You pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, brushing her damp hair back. “All mine,” you whispered, wrapping her closer, feeling the warmth of her body settle against yours.
Her breathing slowed, soft whimpers fading into peaceful, even breaths as she relaxed completely, finally at ease in your arms. “Yours… always,” she murmured one last time before drifting into a satisfied, dream-filled sleep.
if reqs r open... chloe and hypersexual reader? only if ur comfortable with it no pressure, i 💗 ur content btww😋
pairing: chloe price x fem!reader
mdni, smut, angst. hypersexuality, tw possible sexual trauma and mental health issues, horny chloe ofc. mention of hardcore bdsm, comfort, chloe being the sweet lovely woman she is.
a/n: thankyou for requesting bb sorry it took so long, i wrote this for me and others out there struggling with the same thing🩷
˖ ⊹ chloe is a horndog and always wet and ready to bang at the sight of you, and she herself has the libido of a rabbit. so you never feel guilty when you’re initiating sex with her at anytime you get the itch. she’s always ready to scratch it
˖ ⊹ she never really found your high and almost never ending libido to be “weird” or “not normal” because chloe being the sex fiend she is, you’re never making her feel guilty for being so needy all the time.
˖ ⊹ chloe is chloe and sex is something that is on her mind nearly 70-80% of the time. and she always makes dirty jokes out of anything you give her. but she would never admit that almost anywhere she is and what she’s doing there’s that damn throb between her legs and a damp spot in her underwear. if she had a dick she would be screwed.
˖ ⊹ damn if you don’t fluster her way more than she’d like to admit, if you’re not together, you’re both sexting like crazy and sending her nudes and videos, and if you are, you’re feeling her up and rearing to go, always up and at her.
˖ ⊹ if you want rough and tough sex she’s all for it of course, she loves a little roughness but it does get concerning to her when you want things that she’s not comfortable with or doesn’t align with her morals, even in the bedroom, like slapping you across the face, hurting you badly with objects, calling you names that you would only hear on porn sites. “dude no.. i’m not gonna do that, that’s not..just-not my thing, sorry babe.”
˖ ⊹ even if you promise you’re cool with it and you want it she still passes, the idea of really hurting you even sexually just makes her feel icky and really sad.
˖ ⊹ when chloe realises there’s more to it than just having a horny insatiable girlfriend she will try to not upset you when she tells you maybe you two should take a night off, but inevitably you do and she feels like her heart has been stabbed that you feel unwanted and unloved if she doesn’t have sex with you. that’s the last thing she wants.
˖ ⊹ she would comfort you in her own chloe kinda way, saying no she does not “think you’re disgusting and ugly” as you say. that you’re smokin and fuckin gorgeous and she loves you, idiot, but taking a night off once in a while to recharge is normal and healthy in a relationship and won’t change her attraction towards you, as if anything else in the world ever could.
˖ ⊹ onto the more heavier side of things, chloe would know by now the reason or reasons behind why you are the way you are, and feels horrible and sad for you if behind it is something very scarring and still loud in your head. she asks you what she can do if you ever go mute or stiff on her so she can make sure she doesn’t say or do anything to trigger you or make it worse.
˖ ⊹ and when that does happen she’s prepared and makes sure you know you’re okay and you’re safe, it’s safe to cry or be upset. she distracts you and talks to you about anything else that could stop the loud buzzing in your head or makes sure you can feel something of hers that you know belongs to her, like her bullet necklace, or her rings or the smell of her, that kind of thing, to make you know it’s her.
˖ ⊹ she is a lover girl at heart and she is so scared she will fuck you up worse or not know what to do but, she listens and she never judges you and does what she can to accomodate you and make you feel like a person. because you’re her person.
˖ ⊹ in her eyes there’s nothing “wrong” with you, it’s just something that needs to be taken into account and you’ll get through it with her support.
chloe renting a motel room because her gf (or her?) are too loud at home 🤭
pairing: chloe price x fem!reader
part 2 to this <3
mdni, smut, cunnilingus(r!receiving), strap on sex(r!receiving), chloe cums from fucking you w the strap :3, praise, best friend dynamics, friends with benefits, friends to… something.
the drive to the motel was filled with the sound of music blasting through chloes shitty truck speakers, the smell of cigarette smoke, the windows down as you laughed and joked around, you legs over chloes lap as you leaned on the car window, as the small, slightly sketchy-looking building appeared in sight, she almost chuckled. “here it is.” she announced. “our romantic getaway.”
“oh so this is a date?” you teased,
a smug, cocky smirk spread on her lips as she put the truck into park, cutting the engine. turning to look at you as she reached across to pat your thigh, looking at you with an almost amorous look. “damn right. you’re all mine tonight.”
“oh, never took you for a romantic.” your eyes roamed over her figure as she had one last drag of cig, the way her legs were spread with her arm out the window.
she put her cigarette out stubbing it on the dashboard, “yeah, well, i’m just full of surprises.” she teased right back, looking over at you with a wink.
“you really are, chloe price.”
that goddamn way you said her name always had that little flutter going in her chest, so endearing and cute it was irritating.
shd scoffed, squeezing your thigh teasingly for a moment before pulling away, climbing out of the truck. “c’mon, princess.”
you got out the truck and met her around the front holding her hand, she squeezed your hand making the stupid butterflies in your stomach become humming birds as she laced her fingers through yours.
she led the way into the motel. “this place is a damn shithole, but it's our romantic shithole.”
“hell yeah it is.”
the two of you were just excited to enjoy a night together without step dick david ruining it.
you walk into the reception, the guy behind the counter barely acknowledging you two before handing chloe the key. “thanks dude. which way?”
the guy straight up ignores chloe, sighing heavily like his job was the hardest one ever,
“ookay. we’ll find it.”
you flash chloe an amused smile as you walk out. “damn, he did not like you.”
“something i’ve gotten way used to.” she jokes, as she carries the bag she packed as well as yours over her shoulders, “well i like you.” you say simply, the tone carrying a lot more than the words. and chloe heard it.
“yeah, you’re pretty cool too.”
you make your way up the stairs and soon find your room number. even better it was an end room with no one staying next door.
she jingled the key unlocking the door and shoved it open letting you walk in first, “ta-dah. home sweet home.”
the room was what you expected, basic with outdated decor, weird pattered bedsheets on the double bed in the middle same as the chair and an old ass tv in the corner. but it had charm and had a bathroom and no step douche. and you both knew what was gonna go down later.
tossing the bags on the bed chloe got comfortable immediately, you join her in the bed, spreading out with her, you watch her pull out the pack of beers from her bag “drink?” you nod and she cracks one open for you first handing you the bottle. “thankyou.” you say in a sing song voice.
chloe takes a cigarette out of the pack and her lighter and lights one up.
“chloe you’re gonna set off the alarm.”
“please. place reeks of smoke already, you think they got smoke alarms?”
“i sure hope so.”
she chuckles shaking her headas she exhales. “relax we got this whole shithole to ourselves. and no other shithole that we know.” she squeezed your thigh and clinked her beer bottle with you. “cheers to a peaceful night with no assholes.”
you smile clinking hers back. “fuckin cheers to that.”
after an hour went by you and chloe were four beers in, you had walked drunk to the gas stationndown the road and got your favourite snacks and ate them together sitting on the ice freezer watching the evening pass by and just talking. conversations with your best friend came so natural but the silence was always comfortable and never awkward. you always knew how to talk to her and she knew how to talk to you.
you lean your head on her shoulder as you just exist together. no responsibilities, no one telling you how to live or constantly criticising you.
“wanna head back?” she asks soflty, waiting for you to move your head first before getting down. “uh huh.” you nod and shimmy down, chloe holds your hand and helps you to the ground. she calls you one of the nicknames she’s given you over the years and puts her arm around you. “aw. you’re so sweet.” you tease. but you mean it, chloe through her sarcastic humour is one of the sweetest girls you know.
the moment is of course short lived because she nudges your head with her elbow and pinches your cheek. “c’mon. i wanna get you back so we can really enjoy our night alone.”
as soon as you two got in the door chloe pounced on you, hands anywhere and everywhere on your body that she pleased. you recipricate the kiss, both your mouths crashing, she backs you on the bed and falls on you into a laying position.
“take this off..” she breathes, her voice breathy and desparate.
you don’t miss a beat and lift your hips for her and then help her slide your shirt off, mimicking you chloe is stripped down to her boxers in seconds.
“fuck.. need you. c’mere. please.”
how could you say no to that.
you lay back and shift up so she can come between your legs, your cunt already leaking and clit swollen. you two were drunk, and you were best friends, getting you off was just part of how she took care of you. she was a giver after all, and being the first to ever make you cum, and so hard mind you, it was clear you two were bonded for life.
her faded blue hair tickled your belly as she got down to it, to you. tongue licking slowly up your slit and then sloppily kissing your clit, grabbing your legs as they lift up in reaction. your moans are soft and sweet at first, not used to being able to let loose. “let me hear you babe. we got the whole night remember?” with that, she dives into your cunt, not afraid to get wet and messy in covered in you “augh- fuck just like that.. oh my god!-” you jolt and buck your hips up into her face.
she moaned into your pussy, your reaction and sounds giving her the message that she was making you feel good and taking what she was giving you- fuck. the way she was moaning along to your moans made you think she had snuck a hand down her boxers.
her large hands come up to lift your shirt.
her eating halts for a minute as she looks up at you with those damn eyes she always gave you when she was horny.
“show me your tits babe.”
you lift your shirt right after the words leave her mouth, your nipples hard and perky from the cool of the room. “so pretty.. fuck, best tits i’ve ever seen i swear to god.” chloe gropes, she squeezes, she pinches and you swear this is heaven.
she focuses back on your pretty pussy, licking and swirling her tongue, dipping it into your sweet sweet hole, nose bumping into your clit making you wanna cry from pleasure. “you’re so fucking good- a-hh- you’re the best at this- oh my fucking-” you knew damn well how that praise made chloes pussy throb with her heart.
you felt your orgasm building and you swore it had only been a minute, but you were drunk, so time went a lot slower.
“i’m cumming!! fuck fuck!!-” you sound so dirty and so whiney and it gets chloe almost feral, she actually growls into you as you cum, she works you through the waves, not letting you jerk away.
“fuck.. if this kills me i’ll die happy.”
she slurs a little, beer drunk and pussy drunk already.
“m’gonna fuck you now.” she mumbles, moving away momentarily to dig in her bag, she finds the thing she’s looking for, you don’t need to check, you can hear it clip on.
sitting up and seeing a blurry room you smile silly at chloe who is now baring the strap that she’s made you cum on on lot’s of occasions. one’s where she had to wait until no one was home but you two with how loud you were.
“ready for me hotstuff?” you just give a breathy noise and spread your legs again, she chuckles, out of breath like she ran a marathon. “oh yeah. you’re ready.”
she guides the tip of the silicone up between your flesh, rubbing your clit with it and almost creaming from your whimpers alone.
your pussy takes it beautifully, arousel spilling all over it as she make’s it disappear, again and again and again. sliding in and out of your soaked hole “fu-uuck! oh my god fuck me!” you try to support yourself on your elbows but fall on your back, chloe is right there with you, leaning over you and supporting herself on her arm. “that’s it baby.. use your words.”
“god- oh fuck s-so fucking go-ood.” chloe groans, your sweet sounds and the harness of her clit getting her off. “god.. yeah.. take it. doing so good.”
chloe shifted her body, readjusting her grip on you, trying to find the angle that would make you see stars. "fuck.." she panted, her thrusts getting a little bit harder as she started to drive into you with a bit more force.
you cry out, the toy hitting your spot from that angle so perfect you start seeing white. “ye-es oh god yes!”
by now chloe is so close it’s almost painful. hearing your impending release only spurs her on further to make you both cum.
“ohh shit hah-fuck!-” overwhelming pleasure washes over chloe, leaving her gasping, her thrusts into you, harsh chasing her high. her orgasm triggers yours and the room is full of girly moans and heavy breathing, the windows and mirror most likely fogged up.
you both ride it out, until chloe looks at you with a dazed expression, staring at your face for a few seconds before flopping down on you. both your hearts are hammering and your breaths heavy from the activity. you’re the first to speak after a few moments of afterglow.
“you’re the best.”
chloe hums giving you some kisses over where on your body she can reach. “you were awesome.”
rest and reacharge went fast. chloe lit up a cigarette, sharing it with you as you lay in bed, still both naked and the toy still around her waist.
you crawl towards her, faces inches apart again. “i wanna ride.” chloe grins blowing smoke into your face. “hop on hotstuff.”
MORNING SEXXX sleepy, soft morning love w some wake n bake 🫡
pairing: chloe price x fem!reader
mdni 18+ established relationship, smut, cunnilingus(r!receiving)thigh riding, orgasm denial, munch chloe, use of drugs(weed), stoned sex, fluff.
a/n: ofccc i can darl<3
your eyes burned a little as you opened them, still sleepy and feeling the after effects of last night. you and chloe had yet again gotten into some shit, you crashed a party of someone neither of you like, stole a bunch of liquor and started a fight when some douchey guy tried to fuck with you, ended up speeding off in her truck with a crack in the back window from him throwing a bottle at the truck.
chloe of course just stuck some duct tape on it, and called it a day until she could afford to get it fixed properly “truck’s been through enough rough and fuck anyways.”
you feel your joints pop as you stretched against the mattress, the first thing you noticed were your legs being trapped by chloes, who was already awake next to you. the next thing to hit one of your senses was the smell of chloes green gold, wrapped in a decently rolled joint between her lips as she had her morning ritual.
on cue you rolled towards her and made grabby hands for the joint, like a toddler wanting its pacifier, the joint being your pacifier of sorts, it calmed you down, knocked you out, and stopped you from complaining so much, according to chloe.
“hm? you want something sleepyhead?” chloe held the joint away from your reach.
you whined childishly reaching for it. chloe chuckled exhaling smoke. “oh this? is this what you want?, huh?”
“chloeee.”
“ask nicely.”
you were too sleepy for her sarcasm and relented. “please.”
“atta girl. here ya go.” she presented the joint to you.
you reach for it, “ah-ah.” chloe holds it back and then moves it in front of your lips. you move your head forward and wrap your lips around the joint inhaling. chloe smiles lazily at you as you exhale. “good girl.”
“come here.” she opens her arms for you to lay in, you shift over and put your leg over her hip and hum as she wraps her arms around you. the sun was beaming down on you two as you lay peacefully, chloe would have a hit and then hold it to your lips for you to have a turn.
you loved these quiet and peaceful mornings with her, you felt it was truly just the two of you in this cruel world.
you chatted about things that bothered you and laughed at chloes silly but sweet words of support and unwavering love. “chloe.. ” you turn your head to her “what-y?” she exhales a puff of smoke around you.
“you’re pretty cool.”
her lips curve into a grin, “i’m hella cool. but you’re also pretty sweet yourself.” she nudged your leg with her own.
“also hot.” she adds. you chuckle. “you’re that too.” the sweet moment was curved when chloes knee purposely bumped into your clit, nudging it in a short rhythm. “oh..” you gasp softy, her breathing picked up and her heartrate, you could almost feel it with how close she was, “feel good sweetstuff?” you nod, sweet little moans exhaled from your lips. the weed and morning sensitivity had your clit screaming for more contact as soon as chloe woke her up.
“want more?” you nod again. “more please baby.. need you.”
“shh it’s okay i got ya babe, come here first.”
she inhales as much as her lungs can hold and then gently grabs your chin, blowing the smoke into your open mouth while her knee is pressed between your thighs, you’re so needy already, the high hasn’t even hit you and you’re already floating, “take this off..” chloe reaches for your sleep shorts, no panties underneath, you swore it was comfy and she swore you just loved to drive her crazy. you roll your hips forward, soft moans falling from those pretty lips, chloe watches you, her hands slid under you, one around you and the other under your body to hold you properly, she nudged your hips forward, “atta girl..”
it takes you a minute but you find your rhythm, moving while chloe encourages you, letting out moans of her own as she hears your cute moans, you’re in your own world now, grinding your hips, riding her thigh.
chloe kisses you, the kiss is both hot and heavy but sweet. chloes kisses are usually messy and full of tongue but she damn well knew how to tug on those heartstrings of yours.
“you’re hella beautiful..” she whispers.
“stop.” you giggle breathlessly. “dork.”
“a dork who loves her girlfriend.”
the sweet moment is interrupted as chloe now moves your hips, making you ride her harder, you’re making a mess all over her, arousal leaking all over her leg, “damn babe.. ”
“fuck.. chloe i’m close.” you tell her, your breathing ragged and legs shaking at your impending release.
just as you though you were about to experience the most mind numbing orgasm ever, chloe pulled back and eased you off of her. “the fuck..?” you grumbled.
“relax. i want it for me.”
that sentence made your cheeks warm up, in fact your whole body was flushed by this point, chloe pulls off the blanket and then pressed you down by your thighs, “wanna taste it.”
she didn’t waste a single second and got down to work, sucking your clit and moving her head at the right rhythm and speed, she knew you were sensitive from your almost orgasm and wanted to get a mouthful of you. her fingers joined in, swapping with her mouth to rub your clit furiously, god the way you jolted and your loud moans that had changed in pitch dramatically made her lose her mind. “mhm.. mhm.” she urged you on as your moans were downright pornographic.
that one final cry and your walls pulsing around nothing, cum leaking out was the reward she had been waiting for. she caught every drop tasting the delightful reward of you. with a string of curses and moans both from you and your girlfriend she worked you through it, running your clit until your moans died down into breaths.
as chloe came up you both laughed, her head bumping into yours as she kissed your nose. “you good?”
“i’m fantastic.” you say, playfully nudging her ass with your foot
“you look it.”
“fuck the rest of today. i need to be in this bed, with you with your pussy in my face all damn day.” chloe says, her face was relaxed like a puppy who just got a treat and a walk.
“real classy chlo. but i could never say no to that.”
chloe pulls you into a cuddle, squishing you against her lanky frame. “then it’s a plan babe.”
mdni, fem reader, f!masturbation, cunnilingus(r!recieving), sub!chloe, dom!reader, begging, petplay themes, dacryphilia, slight!humiliation(c!recieving) no physical descriptions of reader.
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chloe bark for me rq.
all morning chloe had been irritating you. she had woken up later than you and then when you told her you had to go in 30 minutes for an important appointment she acted like that was plenty of time to sit around before getting ready to leave, on top of that she couldn’t find her truck keys before realising they were in her inner jacket pocket the whole time. you were stressing and she was telling you “babe relax, they’re not gonna care if you’re 2 minutes late.” which irritated you even worse. “i care. i want to be on time and not have to have people wait for me.”
“alright alright. i’m going.”
so after being late and apologising and your whole day being thrown off, you decide to stress out your girlfriend the best way you knew how.
you were completely naked, legs spread out as you circled your clit, dipping your middle and ring finger inside your slick hole now and then for the best stimulation, while chloe could do nothing but watch. watch you get yourself off while you ignored her apologies. you playfully pushed her away with your foot like she was a dog that wouldn’t stop jumping up.
“mm-mm. no.”
oh, she hated this.
“fuck–please” she whined, her thighs squeezing together uncomfortably where she was kneeling in front of you.
she wasn’t allowed to touch, but that didn’t stop her from trying to lean closer, desperate for any contact you'd give her.
“baby, c'mon—fuck lemme touch you,” she begged, her voice hoarse as she watched your fingers move inside you, your cunt stretching around them and making them slick as you went back to your swollen clit.
she was ruined. and she didn’t even care.
you circled your clit faster, her pathetic apologies and whimpers spurring you on further. moaning in response. her breath hitched sharp and loud as you got louder she couldn’t look away couldn’t stop staring at the way you teased yourself just out of her reach.
her fingers twitched at her sides, itching to replace yours, to make it up to you after pissing you off.
“fuck” she whispered, wrecked already, her thighs pressing together as she squirmed. she was dying. she’d do anything for you to let her help. “c’mooon...”
“what do you want?” you looked at her sideways as she was practically hugging your bent knee, poor girl was trembling, desperate, aching for you—and the second you looked at her, her voice came out immediately, a begging, desperate whimper.
“please?…”
she wasn't even embarrassed anymore, too far gone for that, there was no filter now, just pure begging in her hazy eyes. “please…fuckin-let me taste you. please. i’ll do anything.” she begged, leaning in to rest her head against your knee like a desperate puppy.
you scoff, “where was this energy when you were fucking me around today and made me late for my appointment?”
right… it was biting her in the ass now.
her breath stuttered, guilt crashing over her, then she swallowed hard, her throat tight with regret as she bowed her head against your knee again.
“i-fuck—i’m sorry,” she whispered hoarsely, fingers gripping your thigh like she needed to anchor herself. the site of her like this and her whiny voice had you so wet, and you could both hear it from between your open thighs.
she was sorry. and she had messed up.
but right now?
she just wanted to fix it. she wanted you to stop being mad at her, to her that was pretty much a death sentence.
“no sense of urgency, until now.” you roll your eyes, damn, she hated when you were right. her chest tightened, her breath coming faster—not just from arousel, but from sheer frustration with herself right now.
she had been lazy. she had dragged her feet earlier.
and now, she was scrambling, begging, like an idiot who didn’t realize what she had until she was about to lose it. her grip on your thigh tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to press into your skin, desperate. longing.
“i know….” she rasped, voice wrecked. "i-i know. i’m sorry.” her breath came in shallow pants, her fingers twitching against your thigh, so close to where she wanted to be, but not allowed yet.
“i know i fucked up but i- fuck…i wanna make it up to you.”
her voice cracked.
“...let me.”
you pause your ministrations. was she…?
“are you crying?” softly, almost disbelieving. god the second you asked she realized her cheeks were wet.
she hadn’t even noticed. not even the taste of salt on her lips. she sniffed pathetically, wiping at her face with the back of her hand before glaring at you as if you were the one making her cry.
“no…” she lied, voice thick and wobbly.
but the way her shoulders shook gave her away. she was in tears over your pussy and she was so damn pissed about it.
awww.
“babe, don’t get upset. just don’t make me late again and don’t make me feel like i’m over reacting.” your voice was softer now, like you were getting a baby animal to come to you. chloes chest tightened at your tone and she sniffed again, rubbing her nose with her wrist before nodding hurriedly, eyes still wet, throat still tight.
“i won’t” she promised hoarsely, leaning forward to press her forehead against your knee pressing a kiss there.
“...and i won’t fuck you around again either.” she added softly, voice steadier.
then, because she was still chloe- and because she couldn’t help herself, she nuzzled her nose against your inner thigh and mumbled “...still wanna eat you out though” you move your hand away from yourself, “ugh fine crybaby. jesus.” you relented, like always because it’d be mean to continue to deny her after she had been that much of a mess. the second you gave in her entire demeanor shifted like a flip switched in her brain.
tears were still drying on her cheeks, but her eyes were already brightening with pure, unhinged glee.
“god thankyou” she breathed like she'd been waiting forever before immediately surging forward and burying her face between your thighs. no hesitation. no more begging. just hungry hands gripping your hips and an even hungrier mouth finally getting what it wanted. you had no time to react, arching your back and vocally exhaling, “atta girl..” you comb your fingers through her hair as she sucks your clit noisily, “fuck… take it.” you push her head into your cunt and the way she whimpers against you, well that was just between the two of you.
her fingers make their way into your pussy, slicked up and warm for her from your own, then they curl against your g spot making you nearly fall down off your forearm. “ohh shiit.. fuck yes.. yes yes! don’t move...” you chant a bunch of praise that makes her suck hard enough to leave a bruise on your clit, it didn’t take long. and within the next 10 seconds your orgasm crashed through your pussy, hips, your whole pelvis and your sweet release was lapped up by chloes hungry mouth. you swore you had never came that hard and long before. chloe got the job done.
as she came up you cupped her face wiping away any tear streaks.
her lips were swollen, her breathing still uneven but the second you held her face, her eyes fluttered shut, leaning into your touch instantly, nuzzling against your palms like some kind of overgrown, affection starved dog one that had just been given praise after being scolded.
“..m'sorry,” she mumbled again quieter this time, genuine. but the way her tongue darted out to lick her lips still tasting you ruined the sincerity a little, but you didn’t care. “it’s okay baby. we’re good.”
she sighed and pressed a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh and sighed, content now. “yeah?" she rasped, opening her eyes again and peering up at you through her lashes.
she didn’t even bother getting up from her spot, just stayed there, kneeling in between your legs, and held your gaze like a puppy waiting to be told she was still good. you nodded bringing her face up and kissing her when your lips met hers, chloe practically melted. kissing you with everything she felt in this moment, when she finally pulled back, the kiss had long since lost any innocence it once had. “i missed you.”
you chuckle. “you missed me?”
her cheeks flushed as she realized how ridiculous she sounded. “i mean” she muttered “like—you know.”
chloe huffed, dropping her forehead against your shoulder like that would somehow save her dignity.
“...shut up.”
you hide your laughter as you rub her back, pursing your lips. “easy girl.”
lesson learned. don’t fuck you off.
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