Can I please request going to a horror movie drive in with Flip where he hopes the movie will be louder than the noises you both make lol :)
warnings.
SMUT (18+ ONLY), high risk sex (car sex around other people), reverse cowgirl, barebacking, creampie.
word count: 525
★ written for sextember 2023 ★
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collage by me :)
Creepy music plays loudly through the drive-in speakers as the spectators in surrounding cars stare up at the large movie screen, eating their popcorn and drinking their sodas hesitantly, waiting for the impending jump scare.
You and Flip, however, had lost interest in the movie about ten minutes ago. Well, you didn't lose interest, per se. More like you two became much more interested in one another than in the movie.
Lets just say that the gasps and cries from the scared on-screen protagonists aren't the only ones happening at the theater this evening.
Flip grunts as you sink down onto his stiff length repeatedly, hips thrusting up instinctively against you. The truck's windows are starting to really steam up, the air between you two incredibly thick while you ride him.
You're holding tightly onto the grab handle with one hand while the other rests on his hand, the one currently gripping your hip tightly. Your eyes are on the movie and maybe somewhere in your mind you're paying attention to the horrors occurring, but really, it's just pictures on a screen. Your mind is in a whole different place right now.
"S-Shit," you breathe, biting your lip to try and keep the noise down. "Oh god, baby..."
As much as Flip loves this, well, pretty much public sex, he does try to be extra careful since he's law enforcement. He's really hoping the movie's louder than the noises you two are making and the gentle squeaking of his truck's shocks.
He groans softly, cigarette pinched between his teeth, ashes starting to fall off the tip.
"Goddamnit, princess...a little faster for me...mhm, that's it..."
You speed up as he requested, resulting in a spike in both your pleasures. Matching noises of pure lust and passion escape from both of your lips.
"Fuck...mm!"
Flip starts thrusting up into you, chasing his rapidly approaching orgasm. The cars around you seem none the wiser and luckily for you two, the windows are not completely steamed over, so all that can really be seen are your silhouettes.
As he fucks you, you take the opportunity to reach down and rub your clit, moaning softly as the pleasure pulses through you. You're close, very close, and getting closer by the second--
"O-Oh fuck," Flip groans as he cums, pushing his cum up into you with rapid thrusts. "Mmm, good girl...shit..."
Feeling him cum is what sends you over the edge, and you continue rubbing yourself through it as the familiar waves of pleasure roll over your body.
Eventually you both come to a stop and Flip pulls out, tucking himself away while you pull your underwear back into place. As soon as you turn around in his lap, Flip has put out his cigarette and pulls you in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close.
A thought come to you and you smile against his lips, chuckling softly. He pulls away, eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"What is it?"
Your laughter grows a bit.
"I told you this was a good movie."
He laughs, shaking his head and giving your ass a nice firm smack.
Warnings: Literally just so much unspoken love. Like, an insane amount of it.
Word Count: 830
Summary: You wake up with Kylo Ren.
Author’s Note: This is just a reminder that my requests ARE open for pretty much any of Adam’s characters! If you have any ideas, thoughts, or requests, feel free to send them my way :) Also, I am thinking of making a new taglist for my writing, so if you’d like to be tagged in my writing, let me know, and I’ll be sure to make that happen! - Ryn
“I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm. Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new. In city and in forest, they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try. Your eyes are soft with sorrow, and hey, that's no way to say goodbye . . .” - Hey That’s No Way to Say Goodbye, Feist
It is early when Kylo Ren wakes and looks over to his left. You are sleeping beside him, your chest rising and falling steadily as you dream. He finds himself wondering what it is you’re dreaming about. If it’s good. If it’s calm. If it’s him.
He’s leaving today. That much is certain. He has to find the scavenger, turn her, bring her to the Dark Side. He’s not sure how long he’ll be gone for.
Kylo reaches down and caresses your cheek, an action that he normally wouldn’t be caught doing during the day. If the two of you were on a planet, though, the sun wouldn’t even be up, so Kylo lets himself touch your cheek. Your hair is splayed out on his pillow, and you stir as he pulls his hand away.
This could be the end of everything, Kylo realizes as emotion rises behind his eyes. He doesn’t cry. He never cries, but he might right now. You just look so beautiful and soft and . . . Good.
You are good. A good lover, a good conversationalist, a good person. He’s the complete opposite, always so tied up with responsibilities and tasks that mean little to him. He doesn’t have time to be good.
Your eyes open slowly, and Kylo’s face is the first thing that you see. You smile instantly. Kylo isn’t sure why.
“Hey,” you say, reaching for his hand. “What time is it?”
“Five,” Kylo says. You hum, bringing his hand to your lips so that you can kiss his fingers. He swallows harshly.
“When do you have to go?”
“Soon.”
You nod, looking away from his face so that you can focus on his hand. His hands are so lovely: Big and rough and strong. You bring it up to your cheek, silently asking him to touch the skin there.
He does.
“You should go,” Kylo breathes, voice barely above a whisper. He knows that his voice is on the verge of shaking. You nod, offering him a small smile.
“I know, love,” you say. Kylo rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Will you call me while you’re away?”
“If you would like that,” he says.
“Of course I would.”
You sit up, stretching and looking away. You knew this was coming, but you didn’t think it would be so soon. You thought he’d at least get you something to eat, something to drink, something to hold onto.
You go to stand and get re-dressed – you’re still naked from the night before – and Kylo catches your wrist. You look back at him.
“I . . . “ he starts.
There is so much he needs to tell you, like how he notices the way you stare at him during meetings, and how much you make him feel, and how deeply you have derailed his existence just by being yourself and having him in this way.
He closes his mouth.
You sigh, then pull away and grab your clothes. You get dressed slowly, and you feel his eyes on you the entire time. You grab Kylo’s undershirt, the one he was wearing last night, and slip it on over your uniform.
“May I keep this?” you ask him.
“Yes.”
You nod, then pull the sleeves down over your wrists.
“I’ll, um . . . I’ll go, then,” you say after you pull your boots on. Kylo stands quickly, still wearing only a pair of underwear, and steps in front of you. He looks at you desperately, wishing more than anything that you could simply read his mind so that he wouldn’t have to say it out loud–
“Please be safe while I’m gone,” Kylo says. You put your hands on his warm chest as he speaks. “I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”
You smile softly, gently, and reach up to touch the scar on his cheek.
“Nothing will happen to me, love,” you say. “Don’t worry. Just bring the scavenger back with you, alright?”
Kylo nods.
“I will.”
You lean up and kiss him, then. It is deep. Passionate. Loving. It conveys all that the two of you are too afraid to say: I love you. I need you. Take care of yourself.
You pull away, tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, and offer him a smile.
“I’ll see you, Supreme Leader.”
Kylo nods, pulling his hands off of your hips as you take your hand off his cheek.
Hi, I just read your rules again and saw that this request needed to be sent on non anon, so I’m sending it again.
💿
For Commander Mills and the shower prompt please, or it could be a waterfall too. Thank you so much for taking requests 🖤
𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 — 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒
summary: grief threatens to consume you far quicker than the creatures that inhabit the moon you have crash-landed on. Mills does everything he can to stop it.
pairing: Commander Mills (65 Movie) x f!reader
word count: 1k
content: 18+ MDNI. Injury, trauma, vague descriptions/mentions of PTSD. Survivors' guilt. Sad sex (?), sort of a hurt/comfort thing. Heavy petting, p in v sex.
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Cuts seep deep crimson down the length of your forearms, the ichor dripping from your fingertips and into the freezing cold water at your feet. It dilutes, the scarlet cloud swirling amongst the crystal clear river before drifting away with the current.
Closing your eyes slowly, you tilt your head back into the bruising flow of the waterfall as the plummeting stream bludgeons your skull and shoulders. It hurts, your aching body battered and beaten in the crash that had claimed the lives of the cryogenic cargo you had been attempting to shuttle across the universe. You’d lost count of how often you’d been flung into the steel walls- or had you blacked out? You weren’t sure.
A shaky breath rattles in your lungs as you try to expel the pain that sits heavy against your heart. Abandoned on this planet, surrounded by creatures lusting for your flesh with no promise of assistance, you’re beginning to feel utterly hopeless.
“Hey,” a soft, gruff voice murmurs in your ear, lips pressing against the soft cartilage shell as hands swallow the curve of your hips. You lean into that touch, cling to its scarce comfort. The calloused fingerprints circle the arch of your hip bones in soothing circles, soft mouth places open-mouthed kisses across the length of your shoulder. “You’re disappearing again.”
Clearing your throat weakly, you nod your head, chewing on the raw surface of the inside of your cheek. “I’m-… I’m trying not to, Mills.”
“I know,” he urges you softly, skimming his hands across your bare skin. It’s cold to the touch under the stream of the waterfall, but Mill’s proximity sparks heat, leaving a blazing trail in its wake. “I know. Tell me what I can do to help.”
Mills struggles to conceal the concern that laces the casual tone of his request. He’s been worried about you since the crash, scared that the grief, the guilt of being the only other survivor, and the brutality of the planet would swallow you whole. You’d catch him checking on you in the middle of the night, scared you’d… given up.
“I just-“ you choke, emotion roiling in your stomach like the bubbling surface of the water battered by the falling stream. Mills squeezes you tight, letting you know he’s here to hold you together as you shatter. “I just need you. Need you closer.”
You don’t have to ask twice. Mill’s arms encase you, pulling your back to his naked chest ever so gently. Tears stream down your cheeks, mixing with the freshwater droplets that drip from your hairline. He doesn’t mind as you sob into his kisses, plush lips pressing delicately against your own as they tremble. Gentle words of encouragement pour from his mouth like a free-flowing cup of wine, overwhelming, sweet affirmations that still leave a bitterness coating your tongue.
You’re doing so well. I know it’s hard. We’re getting out of this together.
Sinking your fingers into the soaked strands of midnight hair at the base of his neck, you push his head closer to you and smother his proclamations of survival with a heated kiss. Mills returns your hunger, groping at the soft expanse of your flesh with heavy hands.
The guilt drenched you, makes you feel colder than the cascade of the rapids above you. You can feel the press of Mill’s heavy cock twitching at your back; note the swirling arousal that blooms beneath his touch as he sweeps his thumbs across your pert nipples. You’re alive.
Fuck, you’re alive, and it feels so good. Mill’s beard brushes at your cheek as his tongue lathes against your own. You cling desperately to him, afraid that you’ll wake from this blissful dream and return to consciousness, plummeting down to earth in the steel coffin of the ship.
“I’m here,” Mills pants heavily into your mouth, sweeping his palm up the inside of your thigh, “You’re here with me, Sweet Thing.”
You sob weakly, reaching out to grasp onto the rocky cliff face with a trembling hand. “Please, Mills. Please.”
Begging for everything and nothing and for mercy, you let out a blissful wail of relief as Mills sweeps his blunt cockhead against your soaked pussy lips and into your aching cunt.
It’s this. This moment. When you have to suck oxygen into your lungs and focus on the pace of your breaths. The sting of his cock stretches you open, and the distant groans behind your head as the roar of the falls drown him out. You don’t have room to think of anything else, can’t consider the chaos and the carnage that killed off your cargo-
“Mills,” you choke out as he rocks heavily into your hips from behind, slamming hard against the surface of your cervix. It’s a dull pain, breeding pleasure beneath the throbbing sensation as he rocks into you. His palm cups over your breast, squeezing the malleable flesh and pinching at your nipples.
It sparks heavily in the pit of your stomach, the increase in pace causing the slap of his balls against the curve of your ass to sound over the crashing water. You whimper loudly, tilting your head against his shoulder and revelling in how he takes your earlobe between his teeth and groans into your ear.
“Come on,” he hisses softly as your walls squeeze around him, “Come on, I know it feels good.”
The devastating agony of loss melts away as the ebb of your orgasm throbs at the surface of your being. You nod mindlessly, all sounds caught in your throat when his fingertips brush at your clit, and you threaten to cum.
“Yeah? You’re gonna give me everything? I’ve got you, Sweet Thing. I won’t let you go.” He whispers, and it’s so gentle that it shakes your soul.
🦕 Commander Mills x female reader
🔞 NSFW
⚠️ CW // skinny dipping, praise, waterfall sex
✏️ 2.8k words
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Between securing shelter, exploring your surroundings, and running from creatures you still can’t believe exist in this world, it has been an endlessly stressful, restless three days since the crash.
"This way," Commander Mills says. He marks another tree as you both turn right down a semi-clear path lined on either side in trees, palms, shrubs. You follow and walk together for another half-mile or so.
You hear it before he does.
"Oh my god," you gasp, reaching for his wrist.
Mills steps in front of you, gun ready. "What?"
His instinct to protect you makes your body vibrate. A warmth spreads throughout you that you haven't felt in years prior to crashing in this god-forsaken place. You know it's wildly inappropriate fantasizing about a man who spends every second of every day and night protecting you and trying to get you home...
"Through here," he says, using his corded forearm to push a palm frond out of the way for you.
...but then his eyes do that thing when they look at you, and then that sexy strand of hair falls into his eye, and his hands are just so /so/ big.
"Mills," you gasp, but he's already a step ahead, slipping out of his gun strap, and dropping it to the ground.
Before you... is paradise.
It's a blue lagoon shaded by a canopy of palm leaves and lush, greenery. It's crystal-clear water and ample protection provided by the mountain behind. It's several thin streams of rushing water cascading from the cliffs above and into the pool below. It's...
Mills's chiseled back as he strips his shirt while approaching the water.
He falls to his knees at the shore and cups water into both of his massive hands, then lifts them to his mouth.
"It's fresh," he announces, looking over his shoulder. "I think it’s a cold spring."
He turns back to the oasis and you take the opportunity to drop your own pack, your gun, your knife.
He must hear you unzip your pants because he turns to look, but stops himself.
"S-sorry," he mutters, his attention returning to what he can gather in his paws and slurp down. (It's a lot).
"Don't mention it," you say, shucking your shirt and padding toward the water in just your bra and panties... the same ones you'd been wearing since the crash.
And you know a bra is impractical in a post-apocalyptic, dinosaur infested, Jumanji-land, but... surely he'd notice that despite the heat, humidity, and relative discomfort of this location, your nipples are consistently as hard as diamonds.
"How is it?" he asks as you wade deeper into the lagoon.
You turn, just as your breasts disappear beneath the cool water, and clench when you realize his eyes are mid-snap from your chest to your face. Despite the naturally cool spring, you're warm all over again.
"It's perfect," you moan, dunking your head under.
"I'll keep watch," he says when you resurface. "Enjoy."
"No, come in!"
He clearly wants to. A bud of hope blooms inside of you that the cool water isn't the only reason he's considering joining. "I can go after you're done."
You frown and without warning, slap your hand across the water to splash him.
Mills feigns offense as you do it again and he wastes no time in unzipping his own pants.
You squeeze your legs together like you do when you talk yourself out of letting your hand wander at night. When it's his turn to sleep and you're taking watch. When his soft snores consume your thoughts and make you wish you were lying next to him, against him, with his arm caging you in, keeping you safe.
His black boxer-briefs and happy trail disappear beneath the water as he wades closer. You float onto your back, close your eyes, and attempt to picture anything over than the definition and contour between each abdominal muscle.
"Please tell me you remember how to get here," you say, dropping your feet to find the sandy bottom. It's a bit shallower than you remember, and standing upright, the water only reaches your ribs.
Mills's eyes drop and his jaw clenches when he takes in your soaked bra, water droplets racing over the swells of the tops of your breasts, and getting trapped in the lace at the top.
All things considered, if you were doomed to one bra for an apocalyptic eternity, at least you're wearing a cute, lacy black one.
He clears his throat and looks at your face. "Yes, I remember."
His voice is low, eyes dark. You don't hide beneath the water.
The closest waterfall is just off to the right and as much as you'd love to stand there and have the sexiest man you've ever seen ogle your t!ts, a natural waterfall might be just what you need to truly cool you down.
"Where are you going?" he asks as you swim away.
"To check this out!" you reply, reaching the cascading water and giggling as it beats down on your head. The sandy bottom supports your feet as you tip your head back and let it pull your hair away from your face.
He smiles and makes his way over before placing his hand beneath the cascading water to catch it in his palm. Then, he ducks his head under, groaning as it beats down on his head, neck, and back.
You practically watch his tension melt away as his shoulders drop away from his ears.
You swim a little closer.
You crouch down until the water reaches your neck and take some into your mouth, maintaining eye contact as you spit it out. He watches you intently but must not notice your arm bent behind your back because as soon as the cups of your bra float to the surface, his eyes widen.
"Is this okay?" you ask, removing the straps from both arms. "I'm just sick of it."
"Yeah," he says immediately. "I get it. I mean... I don't but... fine. 's fine."
His voice breaks when he says 'fine,' for the second time and you begin to wonder what he thinks of you.
Admittedly, when you fling your bra onto a nearby rock, you hope he thinks you have nice tits.
Mills clears his throat. "Any chance you're sick of your panties?" He jokes.
"Now that you mention it," you say, already working the elastic around your hips.
He notices your arms shifting. He says your name. His gorgeous mouth over-pronounces every syllable. "I was kidding, I... it was a joke. I never want to make you uncomfortable."
"You didn't," you assure him, kicking your legs free.
You lift your panties out of the water with one finger before tossing them to the side. The tiny garment clops loudly against the rock and he clears his throat.
"They're pretty wet."
"Yeah, well," you start. "The lagoon is only partially to blame."
That's all he needs.
Suddenly, you find yourself wrapped around him as he grabs your hips with both hands and pulls you close. His body is so hard, so solid.
"Commander!" you say with a smirk.
Mills growls, pressing his face to your sternum, his nose preventing his lips from reaching your skin.
"Tell me. What else has you so wet?" he asks as you lock your ankles around his lower back.
"I think you know," you whisper.
"Say it." It's a command.
You swallow and look into his eyes. "You."
Mills groans and lifts his head to kiss your lips.
You can't help it. A moan immediately escapes from deep in your throat as your body processes what's happening:
Mills's big body holding yours secure, his plush lips working yours open so his tongue can find yours, his hands digging into your hips and pressing you down so your bare pxssy rubs against the bulge you'd spotted earlier.
"Please, Mills," you beg into his mouth, shaking from how desperately you need him, as you pull away.
You dip down to capture his mouth in another kiss and his hands immediately roam to your ass, making you whimper as he squeezes you, holds you steady with one hand, and lets the opposite wander up your torso to cup your breast.
His mouth catches your moans as he massages your flesh and gently pinches your nipple. You're helpless as you grind your center against him, desperate for some semblance of friction to ease the incessant ache that shouldn't even be there considering you've been fighting for your life the past three days...
But there's something about him.
"Mills," you gasp as he releases the hold on your breast and shifts down to rub between your legs.
"You're fucking soaked," he says, fingers slip-sliding through your folds.
"Uh huh," you agree, grinding down onto him.
"Who did this to you?" he demands.
"You."
"Did I?" He smirks. “I only kissed you, Baby.”
"Thinking of you," you amend.
"Thinking of what?" A finger grazes your entrance and you gasp as you attempt to line yourself up. He manages to pull away, his teasing finger shifting to trace the crease where your thigh meets your hip.
"Your hands."
"My hands?"
"They're so big and strong," you admit. "And your fingers are so thick. Makes me wonder what they're capable of. And how they'd feel..."
"Where?"
"On me. In- inside me."
He hums thoughtfully as a finger finds your entrance once more, barely applying pressure.
You moan. He smirks.
"These fingers?" Mills confirms. "Here?"
"Yes!" you gasp.
"Fuck," he groans into the crook of your neck as he slides a fingertip inside. "So tight, Baby. Not sure how we're gonna get my cock in this tight little pxssy. But we'll make it fit."
It's embarrassing how close you are, considering he's barely touched you and only has half of a finger inside of you. But between the stress, the chaos, and the inappropriate pining, your body is so /so/ ready to feel good.
"Please, more," you moan.
A second finger joins the first beneath the water and you gasp, moan, and cry out all at once when he pulls them back and thrusts them inside.
He keeps his rhythm consistent as he kisses your neck, your collar bone, your breasts. You've more or less surrendered your entire body to whatever he wants to do to it, so you're grateful he's holding you tight.
"Come for me, Baby," he coos when you start grinding against his hand. "I can feel you're close... squeezing my fingers with this perfect, hot, tight pxssy. Fuck, Baby. My c0ck is so jealous right now."
That does it.
"Ohh!" you cry out as his fingers curl forward toward your front wall and the heel of his hand rubs your c|it just right. Desperate to keep the angle, you lean into him, grinding down on him, moaning, panting, heart racing, as your orgasm tears through you, sending pleasure into every last bit of you.
Mills slows his hand but keeps moving, bringing you down from your high as your head falls back and he takes the opportunity to wrap his hot mouth around a nipple, sucking at it and injecting more pleasure into your already convulsing, overwhelmed body.
"Atta girl," Mills coos against your breast, lifting his eyes to look up at you. "Think you're even wetter after that. Wish I could taste ya, Baby."
"Later," you say hurriedly as you reach between you for his underwear. He shucks them down one-handed as best he can and as soon as your hand wraps around his thick, hard, ready c0ck, you gasp.
"I told you we're gonna have to make it fit," he says with a smirk.
And something about this talented, protective, humble man admitting he knows he's got a huge d!ck just… does something to you.
"Please fuck me," you purr in his ear, letting him shift your pelvis back so he can line up his length. “Commander.”
He growls when you nip at his earlobe and the tip slides inside of you.
"Fuck, Baby. I'm gonna split you in two," he says, taking a bracing step backwards.
Suddenly, you find yourselves beneath the cascading waterfall, clinging to his shoulders, and giggling as he kisses you, pressing in a bit more.
He stops to look around briefly and ultimately decides to carry you up onto the shore at the backside of the waterfall. You groan as he slips out of you and he chuckles. "Gimme one second, Baby. I gotcha."
Carefully, he lays you down in the sand and crawls between your legs, planting a hand on each knee to spread you wide. Instinctively, you want to close them. He's staring so intently, you almost feel self-conscious, but then he presses his thumb to your slick flesh and swallows as his eyes scan your body.
"You're beautiful," Mills tells you. "Fucking gorgeous, I'm... I can't believe you're letting me touch you like this."
Your back arches and the sand collecting in your hair will be well-worth it.
"You can touch me anywhere," you tell him. "Everywhere."
He slides his middle finger inside of you and it feels thicker, longer than it had in the water. When he pulls it out, it's covered in your slick, and he makes eye contact with you while popping it into his mouth.
He savors it while you remain laid out in front of him, your own gaze locked on his huge, hard c0ck bobbing, teasing.
"So sweet, Baby," he says.
Then, he's wrapping his arms around your spread thighs and yanking you closer. His massive hands support your ass as he lifts you to line your entrance up with his c0ck.
"Ohh, god. Yes," you pant as your walls struggle to contain him.
The stretch as he bottoms out is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.
It’s a tight fit, especially when he plants a hand on your lower abdomen and allows you to truly feel the pressure of every movement.
"Don't stop," you tell him as he picks up the pace, both of you keeping an eye on the bulge in your lower abdomen. "Do this to me forever."
He chuckles as he readjusts, planting one hand on the sand next to you and keeping the opposite on your ass so he can pull your body in every time he thrusts.
He's hitting you so deep, you're not convinced he isn't hitting your lungs. At least, it feels that way, with the way he's forcing air out of you.
"So good, you... you feel so good, Commander," you purr and he seemingly loses his mind at that.
Mills's eyes darken as seemingly every muscle in his body bulges simultaneously. His fingers dig into your ass cheek as he thrusts harder into you. Spray from the nearby waterfall mists you both as his body pleasures yours, leaving a shiny sheen across your skin.
"You feel fucking incredible," he grunts as the sand beneath you caresses your body.
You can tell his rhythm is faltering a bit as he picks up the pace.
"Can you come again?" he asks, panting.
"Uh huh."
"Do it," he commands. "Touch yourself, Baby. Come on my c0ck."
Mills gaze is focused, intently zoned in on his c0ck as it slides in and out of you, and your fingers drawing circles into your swollen, throbbing c|it.
"That's it, Baby. Doing so good. You feel perfect.... I'm close, Baby. I'm close. Come for me..."
With his encouragement and deeper-than-ever thrusts while he chases his own release, you soon find yourself barreling over the cliff of pleasure as your orgasm crescendos. Your intimate walls squeeze his c0ck tight as he fights to stay inside of you, uses every ounce of strength within him as his face turns red, his jaw falls open, and the veins in his neck bulge over you.
"Yes!" he roars, accentuating each word with a deep thrust. "Fuck... Baby... god... so... fucking... good... UNGHHHHH."
You moan as his hips fuse to yours and hardly pull back before pushing deeper, deeper, deeper. The pressure is insurmountable but your waiting c*nt takes all of his warm cum as deeply as possible until he collapses over you in a hot, glistening, panting heap.
"Mmmm, Commander," you purr. "That was-"
"Yeah," he agrees, still out of breath, but suddenly more desperate than ever to kiss you.
"Aren't you glad you joined me instead of taking watch?" you tease, dragging your nails up and down his back.
He chuckles against your sweaty neck and presses a kiss there, too.
“So glad, Baby,” he coos, nudging his nose against yours. “I’ll be joining you every time.”
Hii there, hope you’re doing well. I just wanted to drop a request. I just know Kylo Ren is possessive. I know he would use the force to his advantage. (Maybe make it spicy 👀) love your work btw ❤️
Hi!
Thank you for the request!
Kylo can't help it.
He can't help the way that he looks at you and sees you as his, and his alone. He tries to quell the jealousy, to hide it from you, but it is so painfully obvious. He's used the force to his advantage, he's heard the thoughts that some of the stormtroopers have had of you when you innocently walk by, and if they turned up dead the next day, so be it.
You on the other hand are painfully oblivious to the looks and thoughts that others have of you. The only person in your mind and heart is their Supreme Leader. But when Kylo makes you aware of the attention that you receive, it's with growls upon his lips, sharp thrusts of his hips, and the force holding your wrists above your head so that he may freely worship your body.
His deep voice grunting out "mine" every now and again, gives you enough information to understand what this is about, and when you look in the mirror the next morning and see the deep marks on your throat, there's no doubt in your mind that the entire galaxy will know exactly who you belong to.
Summary: Kylo has been away for far too long and now he's hungry for one thing and one thing only….you.
Words: 2,226
Warnings: Oral (female receiving), dom/sub dynamics, use of the term Sir, mentions of PIV sex.
The walk from the docking bay back to his quarters seems to take ten times longer than it usually does. It puts Kylo even more on edge. The blood in his veins runs hot—like liquid fire.
He’s hungry.
Needy.
Eager.
Starved.
Starved for the one thing that could always give him instant relief—your cunt.
Kylo always found himself missing the taste of you while away on missions. However, after another failed attempt of locating the Resistance his hunger borders on murderous. Hux and the other generals do their best to nullify his rage, but their words are hollow.
One or two of them even have the guts to try and stand in his way, claiming that they needed to be debriefed on the mission.
Fools.
As if that would ever be a priority over you.
Kylo is about to use the Force to send them flying across the room when his knights step forward to block their advances. Wordlessly he thanks them through their bond. He is in no mood for his political responsibility.
All he wants is you. All he needs is you.
The heavy footfall of his boots echoes throughout the halls. He should have had the foresight to request you meet him at his ship. That way he could have pulled you into the closest empty room and lost himself in you. He’d remember for next time because this waiting is pure torture. He swears the hallway grows longer despite the wide birth of his steps.
He prays that you haven’t fallen asleep while waiting for his return. Either way, you’ll certainly be curious about the success of his hunt, but Kylo is in no mood to talk. His tongue feels too thick, his mouth too dry, and his throat too horse.
These are ailments that only the sweet nectar of your cunt could cure.
Soon.
Soon he’d feast like an animal with a fresh kill.
The door to your shared chambers comes into view, causing a growl to emit from his throat. It crackles from the vocoder of his mask. Being closer to you seems to be having the opposite effect of relaxing him.
You never have any need to fear him, but he doesn’t want to startle you. He pulls a deep breath into his lungs and steps over the threshold. A quick scan of the main living area reveals that you are nowhere to be found. That is until his ears pick up on the sound of you lightly humming.
He walks towards your bedroom with the same determination as he stormed through the Finalizer’s hallways. Before entering he forces himself to pause and observe you. He’s waited this long, another moment wouldn’t make a difference.
You’re sitting on the edge of his large king-sized bed, wearing a fluffy robe and drying your freshly washed hair with a towel.
Kylo licks his lips from behind his mask. You are always stunningly beautiful. There isn’t a single thing that could dim that beauty, but he can’t deny that he likes you best after a shower. When your skin is still flushed and warm from the steam and the smell of your shampoo and body wash is strong.
His hands reach up to grasp the sides of his helmet. The mouthpiece moves forward, clicking and hissing before he pulls the mask up and off his face.
The sound is enough to catch your attention. You turn in his direction and smile.
“Kylo! You’re home. How did your mission go?”
You go to stand but he’s on you in an instant, preventing you from rising to your feet.
“Lay down.”
You blink and cutely tilt your head to the side.
You’re clearly confused.
How adorable.
“Did I stutter? Lay. down.”
He punctuates each word and knocks his legs against your knees until you part them. It brings him closer to his prize. You, however, do not budge. Instead you frown, your confusion morphing into worry.
“Is Sir angry with me?”
The title has his cock twitching within the confines of his pants. Many referred to Kylo with titles of respect but none of them sounded as sweet as when you called him Sir. He leans down until there’s only a few inches of space between the two of you.
“No, my love. Just hungry.”
His hand grabs the belt of your robe and tugs until it unravels, causing the robe to fall open. You gasp loudly. The surprise on your face is evident but so is your understanding. You shrug your shoulders and the robe slips down your arms—revealing your body to him.
“There’s my beautiful girl.” Kylo groans at the sight of you. His gloved hands knead the flesh of your hips.
You lean back on your hands and push yourself into his touch.
“What is Sir hungry for?” You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to feign innocence.
It’s a move he knows all too well, but he lets you play your game. He grins with a chuckle and applies more pressure to his fingertips, guaranteeing you’d have bruises come the morning.
“Don’t play coy with me, little girl. You know exactly what I’m hungry for.” He abruptly pulls at your waist, so roughly that you fall back onto your elbows.
Your legs are open wider now, giving Kylo a full view of your cunt. His hands run down to your thighs and spread them open even wider before sinking to his knees in front of the bed. You’re already glistening. All warm and wet and just begging to be tasted. He’s just about to run his tongue through your folds when you speak up.
“Kylo? Don’t you want to change? Or at least take off your neck covering? So you’re more comfortable.”
He appreciates your concern but it’s also getting in the way of his meal. Warm brown eyes flick up to meet your gaze.
“Darling, if you keep me from what I want for a moment more than I’m likely to go mad.”
The teasing has you giggling. Kylo is certain you take great pride in being the reason he remains sane.
You shift your hips, making yourself comfortable before draping your right leg over his shoulder.
Kylo breathes out, humming in satisfaction at your submission. “That’s my good girl.”
He doesn’t wait for your response before diving his face between your thighs. His tongue slips past his full lips and lightly drags along the outer lips of your cunt. Even at the slightest touch, you sigh and arch towards him.
Your reactions were always a huge boost to his ego. Kylo relishes in it.
He repeats the movements of his tongue but this time presses it further in so it grazes your clit. It earns him the same response from you.
“Is my girl becoming antsy? Is she as eager as I am?”
You whine your reply, squirming under his hold. “Yes Sir. I need your mouth. Please?”
“Mmh, I love it when you beg.”
No longer interested in teasing, Kylo smashes his mouth against your clit. His lips wrap around it and suck. You buck and curl your toes. He can feel your foot against his broad back. You use it as leverage to grind your hips.
He lets you do what you need. It doesn’t hinder him from enjoying your cunt. His tongue flicks at your clit while he sucks. You’re already starting to drip.
Kylo groans against you, salivating at the taste.
You’re so perfect.
So sweet.
His hands travel. One holding your thigh to keep it open and the other crawling up your body to cup one of your breasts. He tweaks your nipple, knowing you enjoy the feeling of his leather gloves.
The proof is in the way you cry out his name.
Kylo moves away, but only slightly. His saliva mixes with your slick. They drip together making you all the more messy. It’s a delicious sight.
“Messy thing.” He praises while tweaking your nipple harder.
Incoherently you plead. You’re barely forming words but he doesn’t need them to know what you want. His tongue runs downward to your slit, gathering more juices along the way. You fill his taste buds until there’s nothing else.
He probes your entrance with his tongue, letting it fill you as you lift your hips up.
“Kylo! O-Oh please. It feels so good.”
He vigorously pumps his tongue in and out of you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging on it to pull him in deeper.
“Fuckkkk, just like that. I love how Sir tongue fucks me!”
Usually he’d restrain you for touching without permission but at this point you're bordering on desperate. It would be a sin to put a stop to your little show.
You're dripping down his chin and Kylo swears he’s in paradise.
But like the greedy man he is—he wants more.
The hand holding your thigh finds a new home at your clit. His thumb draws circles on it but you’re too sensitive to stand the rough leather of his gloves. Your whimper is vastly different from your others.
“S-Sir, it’s too much.”
With a growl Kylo whips his head back and rips his glove off with his teeth before taking his place back between your thighs. He licks his thumb for good measure and then presses it back to your clit.
You throw your head back and sing.
That’s it.
That’s what your body needs.
You start trembling, to the point that even your inner thighs shake.
“Aww are you close, Little One?” Kylo coos darkly, his tone oozed smugness.
He already knew the answer to his question but he asks it anyway as a reminder that you use your manners.
Kylo watches as you nod and swallow thickly to moisten your throat so you can speak.
“Yes. Y-yes! So close. Please can I cum for you, Sir?”
The louder you moan the harder his cock throbs. His body temp rises, sweat gathers along his collar and he’s certain his cock is weeping pre-cum. Perhaps he should have taken your advice about changing.
It didn’t matter now. Nothing else matters except for your pleasure.
He moves his thumb but he has no intentions of ruining your impending orgasm. His forefinger and middle finger slip inside your soaked core. Your inner walls clench tightly around the thick digits. You chant his name, your body tensing like a cord being pulled tight. He runs his tongue back to your clit and circles around it.
“Of course you can, my love. Go on and cum for me, but don’t forget to say thank you when you do.”
He doesn’t bother waiting for a response. He knows you’ll obey.
With lips wrapped back around your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you, you’re that much closer to the edge.
“Thank you! Thank…. Thank you! Thank you, Sir!”
You repeat over and over and over again.
Louder and louder until you break.
Your cunt spasm around his fingers, hips lifting off the bed and scream his name. Kylo groans, his chest rising and falling with passionate labored breaths. It hadn’t been his orgasm but all the same his eyes roll back into his skull. High off your pleasure as if it’s his own.
He works you through your aftershocks—slowing the movements of his fingers and tongue as you come down. Only when you fall limply back onto the mattress does he fully stop and pull away. He caresses you from your hips to your thighs while leaving butterfly kisses around your knees.
“My sweet girl fed me so well. Thank you for that.”
Kylo gets to his feet. His eyes roam over you, looking you over affectionately.
“Are you alright, my love?”
You hold out your hands, reaching for him with a whimper.
Kylo chuckles. You haven’t formed any words but he knows exactly what you want. Still fully dressed in his tunic and leather, he lays down beside you on the bed. He lays on his side and lets a glove hand stroke the valley between your breasts.
“What’s my girl whining for, hm?”
Despite your limbs still feeling boneless, you still manage to lift your hand to Kylo’s cheek. Your thumb caresses the skin there, loving the feeling of his beauty marks and facial scar.
“I want to make my Sir cum too.”
He chuckles once more, this time the warmth of his breath washes over your face. You had already fulfilled his cravings, but still his cock jumps at the thought of your touch. He wouldn’t say no to you. Not now. Or ever.
Kylo dips his head down and presses a delicate kiss to your lips.
“As you wish, my love. But first let me undress and shower.”
A pout forms on your features before he’s able to finish speaking. He taps your nose with his index finger—a nonverbal command to be patient.
“You have my word that I’ll be quick but I want you to stay here. I want you sprawled out and ready to take my cock when I return. Understood?”
You chew at your bottom lip with eyes wide and filled with lust.
“Yes Sir, I understand.”
“Mmh, good.” He skims his lips along yours and whispers huskily. “Because something tells me that I'll be needing more than one taste of you tonight.”
Summary: Flip Zimmerman believed there to only be one God whose name was his own.
Word count: 7.4k
Warnings: Age gap (reader is of age), sexual harassment (maybe idk), PinV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, masturbation, swearing, dirty talk, religion, blasphemy.
A/N: Maaaaybe don't read this if you're religious. I was raised Lutheran so I mostly drew inspiration from that ☺️
It took him a while to get you as he wanted; squirming under him as his lips were hot on your neck and his fingers were deep in your pussy, caressing your walls until tears were leaking from your eyes from the pleasure.
Flip could remember the first time he had seen you as clear as day. You had come bounding into the police station with a basket of freshly baked goods and a sinfully sweet dress that swung by your knees. The preacher’s daughter. Your father had been a few steps behind you, but Flip had been so preoccupied with devouring every inch of you that he could see that he had completely overlooked him.
You were new in town and Flip knew that there would be more than a few dirty bastards at the precinct that probably wanted to sink their filthy claws into you. He didn’t even want to begin to think about all those boys at the community college and what they got up to whilst daydreaming of you. Honestly, sometimes Flip thought that the filth that was man should be completely eradicated from earth, and he’d thought of it even more since he’d met you.
Flip couldn’t allow that, of course. You were so pure, you deserved to be with somebody who could treat you right; somebody who could treat that pretty pussy you had between your legs like it deserved to be treated; somebody who was a God amongst men.
You needed to be licked at until your legs shook as you came gushing all over his face, and after that, to be fucked with your ass high up in the air as he drove into you from behind, the tip of him pounding into that soft, spongy part of you that would make your walls clench around his thick shaft as you milked him. He wanted you to moan into his ear as he made you cum with just his fingers and a few kisses on your neck.
Flip found himself to be more... charitable after that. The time he would usually spend tugging at his cock on a Thursday afternoon when he got off work early was spent volunteering at the church, right alongside you.
Of course, Flip wasn’t a religious or God-fearing man, far from it. He did not believe in any sort of higher power that so many people devoted their lives to. Yes, he was born Jewish, but hadn’t given much thought to religion past the time he’d become self-aware. Why was there a need for a god to dictate your life when he could make all the right decisions himself?
It started small. He took his time getting you, coming across as the nice guy — but, of course, he was a nice guy, so it wasn’t all completely an act.
Volunteering at Colorado Hills Church on Thursday’s consisted of cleaning up after the gardening group that you held every week at 3 P.M. It was just him, you, and another irrelevant man who would put away the heavy tables and gardening tools. You were always so grateful for his help, thanking him over and over again before disappearing and reappearing again with a steaming hot cup of coffee whenever he took a break to inhale a cigarette.
Flip would always make sure to come just a few minutes earlier than he needed to so that he could catch the last few moments of your class. He could admit that it was nice seeing you in your element, the way you flourished as you fluttered around the kids that were learning about some new vegetable every week. He couldn’t help watching your every move, every laugh that rang out of you and every smile that wove its way across your face.
It took a month before he got you alone for the first time. 4 weeks of spending his Thursday afternoons with you and fisting his cock until he came all over his stomach when he came home. You made him so, so incredibly hard. His cock would painfully throb in his jeans as he saw you bend over in those short dresses you would wear, always the picture-perfect image of a preacher’s daughter.
It was all an act. Flip knew it, you knew it, anyone who took their time to think about more than their head between your thighs would be able to see it. You had everyone fooled, everyone except for him. Flip noticed the way you would squirm anytime he looked at you, the way you would subconsciously rub your thighs together and bite your lip. It was the reason why Flip liked to tease you. He knew that sending you even half of a smile was enough to make your panties drenched and he thrived on that little tidbit of information.
“Just us today?” You jumped as you heard his voice from behind you and Flip couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of amusement as he saw the flustered look on your face.
“Yeah, just us.” You let out a nervous giggle as you stared up at him with wide eyes and Flip thought you reminded him of a doe-eyed deer, caught in the trap of the hunter.
“Good.”
“I- I...” You stuttered, words falling over a cliff into a pool of nothingness as you became tongue-tied. Flip liked the way he could reduce you to a complete mess with less than a handful of words.
The last few stragglers of kids had already left so you were all alone in the garden, in your own oasis, surrounded by high shrubs and cold concrete walls that separated the rest of the world from you. He had you all to himself, right where he wanted you.
“What do you want to do first?” He awarded you the pretence that you were the one who decided what to do, that you were the one that completely dictated the when, where, and how. It was cute.
“Ma- Maybe we could ehm... start with the- the tools.” It was the usual routine, starting with the tools, then the bags of soil, and then the large planter tables. But it made you feel like you had some sort of semblance of control when he let you point and order him around.
Flip got to it quickly. He lifted from his knees, hoisting the unopened bags over his shoulder with ease and then gathered all the scattered tools as you tried helping as much as you could. You were like a little mouse, scurrying around like a flustered mess as you made minimal small talk whilst stumbling over your words.
He took his opportunity when you dropped the overly large box of seeds of all kinds. He didn’t rush over to help you, taking his time to set down the boxes he had been carrying before meandering over to help you pick up the scattered bags.
“Clumsy, are we?” You smiled down at your hands as you shrugged your shoulders. Flip made you flustered, he unnerved you and made your heart race at such a pace that you found it impossible not to fumble with even the simplest of tasks. Walking in a straight line without stumbling became something that you barely knew how to do.
“Sorry…” You didn’t know exactly what you were apologising for but the urge to blurt it out came over you before you could stop yourself. Flip let out a chuckle before he put the last few bags back into the box and straightened out to his full height.
It was clear to Flip that you were completely mesmerized and spellbound as you looked up at him, his impressive physique entrancing you completely. He liked you like this, looking up at him as if he was your saviour, the one that would deliver salvation to you as you prayed at his feet.
Flip held out his hand, reaching down to help you up. He didn’t let your hand go immediately once you were on both feet, but you didn’t either. It was all very cliche, but Flip wasn’t one to complain. Life, once again, was working in his favour. You were becoming more and more entranced by him, adoration growing in your core like a flower in April whose petals furled out in an unperturbed instance, there in less than a moment.
“Thank you.” You whispered quietly as if you were afraid that the wind would overhear a secret only meant for his ears. Flip thought that your eyes looked beautiful in that moment, glittering in the sunshine that you bathed in. “For always being so kind and helping.”
Flip probably didn’t deserve a thank you. He was, after all, solely motivated for selfish reasons that involved less than supposedly true Christian values. But who cared about Christian values when they were sourced in the book of God that fueled such hatred in the world; when the Most High created evil that degraded the earth and defiled the innocent? He did not strike down the sinners as he promised; instead, warlords were beloved for the chaos and strife they caused the world, praised for ungodly acts as something akin to Lucifer whispered in their ears and blackened their hearts.
“You’re the one that should be thanked.” You looked surprised over his words; like it was the last thing you expected to come out of his mouth; like you had never been thanked before in your entire life.
“I just do what I am told.” You released his hand abruptly, twirling on your heels and walking off.
There was a shed behind the church that housed all the gardening tools you used for your classes. It was a quiet place, a private place that was perfect for any adventure you did not want anyone else to see.
Flip had to duck to get through the door without hitting his head. It was a surprisingly organised space; you were meticulous when it came to what went where. There was a small single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling that cast an ominous light over all that resided within the four walls.
“Do you enjoy doing all of this? All this volunteering?” Flip’s voice was gruff as his eyes flickered across the small hut, taking in all the details that he had already seen with a renewed interest.
“Of course.”
“I think you’re lying to yourself.” It was easy to hear your sharp inhale, there wasn’t exactly much that could drown it out except for Flip’s own breathing. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, unsure of what to say.
“You shouldn’t say such things.”
“What kind of things?”
“Such… Such blasphemous things.”
“What is blasphemous about that?”
You didn’t have an answer for him, and he didn’t expect you to. Besides, ‘blasphemous’ was practically synonymous with ‘human’, especially when it came to the disgrace of men. The disgrace that so many men fell victim to, and they then excused under the guise of religion and worshipping a holy man. In Flip’s eyes, letting the figment of a man dictate a life of discontent which was shrewd with greed seemed pointless. It was better to own up to whatever mistakes one made. Not that Flip made mistakes, but others did, and he pitied them for it.
“We are all blasphemous beings; don’t you think so?”
Your mouth fell open and your eyes widened over his words. He moved closer to you; a predator stalking prey.
“Even God must have blasphemous thoughts when he has to witness beauty such as yourself every day.”
“Mr Zimm-”
“Call me Flip.” He was so close to you now that he toed at your shoes.
“Flip, you shouldn’t say such things here.”
“Would it be better if I just thought them?” Flip didn’t need the excuse of being God to be able to read your thoughts, it was all clear as day, right there upon your pretty face.
“I think it would be, actually.”
“Do you ever think such things?” He asked with a crooked grin.
A pause in your resumed movements of nervous organisation. Your head turned slowly to look up at him with the hint of an unwilling smile on your lips. He returned it by a widening of his own, coaxing an answer out of you with the silent promise of something beyond mere friendship.
“Maybe sometimes.”
“Do you think we’ll go to hell? Just for some unclean thoughts?” Flip almost felt bad for the audible gulp you swallowed over his words.
“No?”
“No.” Flip didn’t believe that there even was a hell to begin with, but he didn’t need to tell you that right at that moment.
“Sometimes.” You squeaked out. Had you ever been this close to a man that wasn’t related to you before? Had you ever felt the heat of another rolling off them in waves so strong that it felt like it would pull you under, down into the deepest darkest pits, and never let you free?
“So, what do you do?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t?” Flip could see the amusement that danced in his eyes reflected in yours.
“I-“
“I like to watch you.” Flip said when it appeared that you weren’t going to come up with something.
“Me?”
Flip hummed and lifted his hand to stroke a single finger across your cheek. “Watching you brings me happiness.”
“Really?” Any other person would have been creeped out by his confession, but not you. You, subconsciously, chased the thrill that accompanied his admission. It was evident in the way you shifted your hips ever so slightly, angling them toward him in a desperate attempt to be delivered pleasure.
“I enjoy watching you, too.” You whispered. He wouldn’t have heard it if you had been anywhere else. Flip didn't even try to pretend to be bashful. A shit-eating grin grew on his face as satisfaction took over his entire being.
“Sometimes, I touch myself thinking about what’s hiding underneath that skirt.” Flip said. Did your walls clench as you heard those words? Did your thighs quiver as you thought about him between them? Flip wanted nothing more than to bury his face in you and lap at your clit as if he was a man starved and dying, the elixir of life dripping out of only you.
“You do?”
“Haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” You were backing away from him now, but it was only to lean against the wall, needing something steady to ground yourself for fear that your knees would give out as Flip continued. “I think about what you would taste like, the moans you would let out, what you’d look like as you cum.”
This. This was blasphemy. But you didn’t want Flip to stop. You wanted him to say every filthy thing he’d ever thought and then whisper them in your ear again as his hands explored every uncharted crevice of your body.
You hadn’t even noticed him move but, suddenly, there he was. He crowded around you, caging you in between his arms as you pressed even further into the wall behind you, heart racing in your chest from the excitement bubbling within you.
It felt like hellfire spread all over your skin as his paw of a hand came in contact with the outside of your thigh for the first time. You thought it would consume you and burn you to the crisp, leaving you right there in a pile of ash so that whoever was unlucky enough to find you would know you’d sinned. Stricken down by the Lord’s anger for succumbing to Lucifer’s lust.
He just held it there, enclosing your thigh in a soft but firm hold. He wanted to claw at you, to claim you as his and his alone but he didn’t let that come across in his movements that were almost lazily caressing you. Up and down. Up and down the outside of your thigh.
It travelled under the hem of your dress as you held your breath, watching it disappear as it moved closer and closer to your most unfathomable place. You wanted to shout all your sounds of pleasure from the highest building for all to hear, thanking the Lord for delivering this brazen man to you, but you didn’t say anything. Not a sound made its way past your lips. Was it for fear of scaring him away? From scaring yourself? Admitting that you wanted him to touch you would, in your mind, mean that you gave in, you gave in to the carnal pleasures of man that you had spent so long withstanding. But how could it be so bad to want a simple touch? Surely, anyone in your position would also give in to the temptation of this mortal man.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Flip cooed. “You want me to touch you here?” One lonesome finger trailed over your cloth-covered pussy, causing you to squirm against the wooden wall.
“Or do you want something else?” He withdrew his hands from you, placing them on either side of your head. “You want me to kiss you?” He wouldn’t have to move much to press his lips against your own. Flip was so close to your face that he could feel every soft exhale on his lips, his nose brushing against your own with every heave of his chest.
Flip pressed a kiss to your cheek, so close to your lips that you could almost taste him already; the tendrils of smoke and coffee that would mix and infuse your senses. You hoped he would taste like he smelled, absolutely divine.
It was your own head that turned to connect your lips. His lips were soft, pillowy, and completely sublime. Teeth knocked against each other as your eagerness took over and Flip chuckled. Never would he have thought that you would be this greedy for him this early on. He had hoped, of course, but it did not go beyond that. Isn’t it funny how in a sinful kiss, your most vulnerable moment, you had never before felt as pure as you did at that moment? It is a promise of realness, evidence of the primal desire that ignited a need deep inside of you.
Your hands came up to pull at his flannel shirt, using it to pull yourself closer to him in desperation, clinging to him. His lips were sweeter than anything you had ever tasted before, like the nectar of the gods, something you would crave throughout the rest of this life and the next.
Flip couldn’t help but let his hands run wide, up along your waist, brushing along the side of your breasts, and coming to cradle your neck. Such a simple touch yet it held all the power as he squeezed just enough for you to become breathless. He drew back to look at you for a moment.
“Tell me what you want.” He urged. It wasn’t enough for him to feel it through your actions, he wanted to hear you beg for his touch, for him.
“I don’t know.” So innocent.
“You do.” You stared up at him for a few beats of a moment, gnawing at that lip that he wished to pull at with his own teeth. You were hesitant as you grabbed a hold of his wrist, guiding it back to under the skirt of your dress and to the place that was aching for him.
Flip’s touch was electric as it travelled over the hem of your panties, fingering at it as you grew wetter and wetter from his teasing. He was watching your face for any sign of regret, but there was none, your eyebrows were already furrowed over the anticipation of more.
“You want me to touch you here, sweetheart?”
“Yes!” You said with a yelp and a startled hand came up to cover your mouth in surprise.
“You need to keep quiet if you want this.” Flip tutted with a shake of his head.
His hand slipped into your soaked panties, fingers easily finding your clit and circling it tightly a few times. The whines and moans that were released from you sounded heavenly, Flip thought ironically. His fingers left your clit, sliding them down just a bit further to feel your wetness.
“So wet for me already.” Flip groaned out. You were practically dripping for him as you writhed against his hand, craving a feeling you didn’t know. You felt like crying when his fingers left your sacred place, holding up his glistening finger to the light.
“Look at that.” Flip said, astonished.
Flip slipped the finger into your mouth, feeding it in and out as his thumb and middle finger pressed your cheeks together. You could taste yourself on your finger He couldn’t wait to get his cock in between those perfect lips, to watch you as you struggled to take him. Your tongue swirled around his index, coating it thoroughly before he withdrew it with a plop! It was glistening with wetness as he brought it back underneath your skirt to explore your folds for a short while longer before he slipped a finger inside of you.
“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart.”
It was a foreign, unknown feeling that spread through you as he pushed in. You had never felt so full, and it was just a single finger. It was obvious from the hard bulge that was pressing against the side of your hip that his cock was much, much thicker.
Flip let you adjust for as long as he could, but the throbbing of your walls around his finger wasn’t good for his self-control. Eventually, he began pumping it in and out of you slowly. The moan that slipped out of you was low, erupting from the deepest, darkest parts of you.
“Yeah? You like that?” His hand hoisted your leg further up on his waist, spreading you open even more for him. “You want more? Think you can take it?”
You nodded your head desperately, words having forsaken you in the throes of pleasure.
Another finger joined the first as he pumped them in and out of you slowly enough so that he could feel every ridge of your walls but fast enough so that you were becoming completely breathless. You were so ready for him that the second finger stretched you easily.
You wanted to cry out as his thumb started rubbing over your clit, your walls clamped down hard around his finger at the new feeling, but he connected his mouth to yours just as it was about to drop open.
Flip kissed you like it was the last thing he was ever going to do. He was rough as he pressed his lips against yours, and you returned his hunger for you with your own for him. His tongue explored everything in its way as his hand continued pumping two fingers into you slowly.
A bubbling warmth was spreading through every nerve in your body. Your brain was in a haze, you were unable to focus on anything as the white-hot pleasure built inside of you.
Flip disconnected his lips from yours to watch you. You were a vision, and he couldn’t hold back anymore, the urgent need to see you cum taking over him. Flip started thrusting his fingers into you, causing you to squeal in surprise and claw at the wall behind you.
”Oh, God!”
”You shouldn’t utter God’s name in vain, sweetheart.” Flip chuckled teasingly. “Also, I thought I told you to be quiet.”
He was drilling into you so quickly you were sure you could see stars behind your eyes as he curled his fingers to hit just that right spot inside of you.
“Oh, Flip-” You moaned out breathily, slightly curling into yourself as waves of pleasure washed over you, your eyes falling shut. The loud sounds of the wet squelches of your pussy bounced around the small walls of the garden shed.
“Look at me!” He breathed out sharply. He needed to see your eyes and the emotions behind them as he thrust his fingers into you repeatedly. He needed to so you cum for him as you fell aperture completely for the first time.
It was hard to concentrate enough to open them, it took you a second to do it, right as you fell over the edge into rapture. Your legs shook uncontrollably as you came, and Flip had never seen a more angelic sight. He wanted to watch you like this for the rest of his life.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit.
He was the one that tasted you this time, suckling the nectar of you from his fingers and groaning over the taste of it.
”Taste so good, completely divine.” He sent you a wink as you watched him with wide eyes.
He had never seen you look so rattled, it would be clear to anyone that you had just been thoroughly ravaged from the uncharacteristically unkempt look of wrinkly clothes and hazy eyes.
“You okay?”
“Yeah…” Were you? You were unsure, but it was only because you yearned for more.
“Good.” Flip pressed another kiss to your lips, this one much sweeter than all the others.
Flip reluctantly left the shed to tend to the last bits of the gardening things. He wanted to do more, for both you and himself, but he knew that he needed to take his time. His cock was rock hard in his jeans as he drove home, throbbing in desperation as he replayed the face you made as you came. He could worship that sight for ages.
Flip let you simmer in your feelings after that. He wanted you to come to terms with the lust you felt for him in your own time. He wanted you to be the one that would come to him. It was hard for him... not touching you. It was so hard that he thought he must’ve found himself in hell on earth. He wanted to knead your supple thighs, to flick at your clit with his tongue, to watch your face twist in ecstasy as he sank into you for the first time.
“Just us?” Déjà vu? You appeared even more timid and shy this time than last, something he had not thought possible. You were reluctant to meet his eyes, that shy smile that you usually wore was gone without a trace.
“Yep, just us.” Your voice sounded strained, and your eyes avoided looking at him as they flickered around the garden, trying to find something, anything to distract you from him.
Flip made you nervous, he made shivers run down your spine in both the best and worst way. He had completely disrupted your life with his presence. He had tainted your thoughts, made the devil whisper unclean things in your ear as you laid awake in your bed at night, hand subconsciously drifting down to your clit to rub at it, but it was never enough; it was never the same. You craved his touch, the taste of his lips, the feeling of his cock pressed against you. You needed to know what it looked like, what it felt like inside of you, and it was a need that scared you.
You tried keeping your distance as you worked, but it was impossible. You could feel him everywhere you went, even when Flip wasn’t looking at you, nor you him, you could still feel his presence, hyper-aware of him wherever he was.
You almost felt nauseous as you felt him follow you into the church when you were done. It wasn’t that you feared him, you could never fear Flip, it was another Him whose judgement petrified you. However, you were obviously not fearful enough as you — lacking all taught self-constraint – turned around a flung yourself at him, lips locking with his.
Flip let out a startled but delighted hum as he stumbled back half-a-step in surprise.
“Have you missed me?” He teased, only being allowed to disconnect his lips from yours for the fraction of a second. That carnal urge was there again, taking over your limbs and propelling you towards him.
“I’m taking that as a yes.”
You had missed him. Of course, you had. It was hard not to miss him. Flip was the kind of person that you would always remember, no matter who you were. He was unforgettable, a distinctive memory of a spectacular person that would always be there, somewhere in the back of your mind. Forever.
His hands roamed over your body, touching, and caressing you everywhere he could as you tugged on his hands, his belt, the button and zipper of his jeans before reason finally caught up with you again and you wrenched yourself away from him.
“What is it?”
“We can’t do this – shouldn’t be doing this – it’s not right. God says-”
“I am your God.”
“You’re a man.”
“What’s the difference?” Flip tilted his head, watching you with genuine curiosity and a raised eyebrow.
You didn’t know what to say; your mouth fell open, but no words came out as your mind raced to find an answer. Was there truly a difference?
Someone once said that the gods envy us, and Flip, wholeheartedly, believed it to be true. The one God envies us, his creation, feeble humans. We live life side by side with thrill, with unforeseeable possibilities and opportunities that could end within a fraction of an instance. Every moment could be our last and God doesn’t have that privilege. He lives every day knowing that the end will never come; the inevitable salvation of oblivion will never reach him. Eternal life is a futile promise that is whispered in the ears of delusional fools as they devote their lives to a false god. God was simply a man skilled with dreams and distorted fantasies who Flip saw as nothing more than an equal – if even that.
“You can devote your life to me, and I assure you that I will bring you more happiness than He ever could.” His fingers were trailing up the inside of your thigh as he whispered into your ear. A small whine left you in an exhale as you tried to clench your legs together, tried to banish those dirty thoughts from your mind but it was impossible. Flip Zimmerman had infiltrated all your defences, broken down your walls, and riddled your mind with sinful thoughts. He was so close to dominating your being in every sense of the word.
“My father-”
“The preacher doesn't have to know, sweetheart. In fact, I think it’d be better if we kept this just between you and me, don’t you agree?” A kiss was placed right underneath your ear and another moan slipped out of you. The scent of him was everywhere, travelling like a mist over your skin, caressing your cheeks, and poisoning your mind so that the only thing you could think about was him.
“Yes...” Flip had a way of making you hazy when you were around him, of making you question everything you’d ever known just so that he would deliver that heaven-sent pleasure again and again.
And now, here you were, all alone in the house of God, ready to devote yourself to this impious man.
Your hands came back up to cradle his neck, pulling him back down to you so that you could kiss on him, love on him.
Somehow, the two of you made your way between the pews, Flip firmly guiding you to lay down on one of them as he kissed down your body and finally found his home with his head buried between your thighs.
You squirmed as he kissed his way up and down the inside of your thighs, his beard tickling your skin as you whined and sighed. He was so close, yet he was so far away from where you wanted him. You combed your hands through his hair, tugging at it in frustration, pulling a laugh from Flip as he slid your panties down your thighs, agonisingly slow, before pocketing them.
“You need to learn to be patient, my sweet.” Flip loved seeing you like this; it was a welcomed change.
“Now, thank the Lord and give me a Hail Mary.” Flip didn’t know much about Christianity, but he knows enough to know about the love for redemption and forgiveness that plagued the servants of Christ.
“What?” You sat up just enough so that you could see him leering at you, half of his face hidden by your dress and mound.
“You heard me, sweetheart.” He was teasing you, wanting to see you flustered, hear how you stuttered over your words as he pleasured you. Flip would be the only one you would pray to at the end of it all, but he would allow this just to humour himself. He was slowly becoming your everything, your one true god.
“Hail Mary…” His lips connected with your clit for the first time, and you were sure in that moment that you had entered through the pearly gates.
“Oh, Flip!” Your hands tightened in his hair as he lapped at your swollen clit. “Full o- of grace-e,” You stuttered out, trailing off as Flip sucked you into his mouth before flattening his tongue, dragging it through your soaked lower lips.
“I can’t hear you.” He taunted. He spread your legs wider, forcing them to stay in one place as the rest of your body writhed. His tongue probed at your entrance, slipping into you with little resistance. That nose you loved so much brushed against your sensitive clit with every stroke of his tongue.
“The Lord is with thee! Blessed- blessed art thou-u am-amongst women and blessed is… is the fru-uit of thy womb, Jesus!” Your back arched off the pew as that blinding heat raced through your body once more. Steadily building in your stomach before erupting, spewing flames everywhere.
“Amen!” You practically shrieked it as you came, eyes rolling back in your head and legs shaking as they tried to clamp shut.
“Amen.” Flip hummed in agreement, withdrawing from you, and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Your chest was heaving from your frantic breathing. There was an exhausted smile growing on your face, completely saturated with satisfaction and you couldn’t help but giggle quietly to yourself.
Flip couldn’t stop himself from pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. You moaned happily, opening your mouth when you felt his tongue swipe against your lower lip. Your hand came up to grasp at his shoulder, steadying your weak body.
“I want more.” You said as his kisses grew lazier.
“Greedy.” Flip wasn’t complaining, he was going to give you more, of course. He would always give you more if you wanted it.
He guided you, moving you from the narrow, wooden pew down to the cool stone floor. You were laying on display for him, right beneath the podium where your father would preach his sermon to the congregation, just as he did, every Sunday.
The sound of his belt coming completely undone bounced through the room. You were anxious for what was to come, not because of God or what he would think, but because this was your first time, just like any ordinary person would be.
Flip pushed down his pants just enough so that he could pull himself free from the confines, and you marvelled at the sight of his rock-hard cock. Your mouth salivated as you saw it pulse, the tip angrily red. He was weeping for you, pre-cum leaking out of the tip as he pulsed painfully. He fisted himself a couple of times with a groan.
Flip’s dick was so thick from head to base that he himself almost had a hard time wrapping his hand around it. It had just the right amount of curve that he knew he would be able to coax out a myriad of orgasms out of you.
“You look so pretty like this.” You really did. You were a sight that Flip himself could worship for the rest of his life; your legs having eagerly fallen open for him, pussy glistening in the light from how wet you were, and your sinfully innocent skirt pulled up around your waist as you clasped your hands in the fabric as if you were trying to steady your racing heart.
“Please, Flip, I need you.” You whimpered.
He stood on his knees before you. He felt powerful as he watched you on your back before him, leaking in desperation for his cock.
“Tell me how much you want it.” He tilted his head.
“More than anything, God, please, Flip!” Who was he to keep you from this? A man who was more than God would be merciful and
“You need to stop pleading to God, sweetheart, He’s not gonna help you.” Flip spread your legs just a bit wider before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock lining himself up with your entrance. He made sure to coat himself thoroughly in your wetness, dragging the head of him through your soaked folds.
You gasped at the first feeling of him as he prodded at your entrance. You rutted your hips upward, hoping that he would just finally slide in. The angels and all of Colorado Springs surely had to hear your cries of pleasure as he finally pushed in, all the way to the base of him, bottoming out as the tip of him nestled against your cervix ever so lightly.
This is what you were created for, only this and nothing else.
You adjusted to him quickly, hands coming to grasp at his hips, urging him to move. Small traces of pain tainted the incomprehensible pleasure that washed over you, but you couldn’t stop now. You didn’t want to stop now.
Flip didn’t keep a slow pace for long, replacing the long and languid pumps he had started off with for harsher thrusts into you.
“You like that, sweetheart?”
“Yes, oh fuck, harder!” Your head lulled to one side, hands clawing at his back as if you wanted to be even closer to him than you already were.
Flip had you right where he wanted you. The preacher’s daughter getting stuffed to the brim with his thick cock on the floor in the Lord’s house, safely under the watchful eyes of the man on the cross and your father in heaven.
“Look up at your God as you sin, see how he watches over you while I’m fucking you, while you're begging me to fuck you.” He pushed your head to the side, his hand pressing your cheeks together so that you would focus on the deity before you; the man who had sacrificed his own life for yours.
A particularly rough thrust into you made you cry out even louder causing Flip to stop abruptly.
“Sweetheart, as much as I love every single fucking sound that comes out of you, you need to keep quiet.” Despite there not being anything scheduled, anybody could come in at any moment, it was an open church, after all, free for the public to come and pray as they wanted.
Those hands of God ran down your body, sliding over your sweetest places and rubbing against your most sensitive areas as Flip pounded into you. He was so deep inside of you that you barely knew what to do with yourself.
You couldn’t keep quiet, no matter how hard you tried moans still slipped past your lips and Flip was eventually forced to quiet you with his hand over your mouth.
Your walls were clenched so tightly around him, drawing him deeper and deeper inside.
“Fuck” You groaned. “Feels so- fucking good.” You shakily breathe out.
“Yeah? Do you love it when I pump my cock into you?” Flip cooed as he asked, slowing down just slightly, but each thrust was still sharp, still precise, and hard, and calculated, rotating his hips just enough to hit that special spot inside of you.
A breathy yes! left your lips.
“More.” You demanded.
He pulled out so just his tip was left in you, waiting there for just a second before slamming back into you again, buried to the hilt. The groan Flip let out sent tingles down your spine and caused you to clench even tighter around him, triggering another moan from him.
“If only you knew how fucking good you feel, sweetheart.” Flip praised, followed by another harsh rut into you.
He continued pumping into your sweet cunt, drawing moans from you that were filthy, thoroughly fucking you into the cold stone floor. The sound of his balls slapping against you every time he thrust into you was driving you insane.
His thrusts had picked up in pace once again, ruthless and reckless as he fucked deeper and deeper into you. You were trembling against him, breath hitching and getting caught in your chest as you almost forgot how to breathe. You could feel your release mounting quickly once again, shockwaves gripping your body and rolling through you with every buck into you.
“Say my name.”
“What?” You weren’t lucid enough to possibly begin to understand what he meant at that moment.
“Say my name.” He repeated, making sure to punctuate every single word with a small thrust upward to meet you as you came down on him. “And make sure He hears you.” Caution had left Flip, abandoned him in the heat of the moment. He thought that the congregation needed to hear the beauty that was his name falling from your lips.
His name spilt out of your mouth just a few seconds later in the form of a half-strangled moan.
“Louder.”
“Flip!” You shouted his name as you finally came, tumbling over the edge as stars were painted behind your eyelids. Your legs were shaking, spasming, through the waves, words of gibberish leaving your mouth as he made you babble like a brook. Legs shaking, blood rushing in your ears, and your heart thumping painfully in your chest as it contracted. Flip hadn’t even faltered in his movements, fucking you through your orgasm, continuing to pump into you as he chased his own climax. You could just barely make out his own groans in your ear as he bounded and leapt closer to the edge.
It did not matter to Flip what anyone else could – or possibly would – say about the two of you. He was meant to spend the rest of his earthside life between your thighs.
You hadn’t felt this way before, you didn’t even know you could feel this way; the overwhelming stimulation that was rushing through your blood, lighting your nerves on fire, making you want to stay right there, until kingdom come.
Flip delivered a sweet pleasure that sent you oscillating between heaven and earth, torn between life and something other.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Flip grunted as he watched himself disappear inside of your body over and over again.
“Want you to come inside of me.” Flip had successfully turned you into a wanton whore, desperate for his seed to taint you, and he did. He came deep inside of you, hips continuing to pump into you as he made sure that you got received every single last drop of him. He would now and for always be with you in every step you took, dripping out of you in your memories.
In Flip’s mind, God is beneath him; he is inferior because he forbids the very thing that makes you human – the harmless pleasure that hides underneath swinging skirts and in between loins.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit; as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever.
Note: Happy New Year everyone! I wanted to write this up real quick, it's not much, but I was really feeling Maurizio on this tonight. I typed it up really quickly, just wanted to get something out TONIGHT before it turned midnight on the west coast (where I'm at!)
Phrases to know: *Guarda quanto sei bella - Look how gorgeous you are
*Amore mio - my love
Contents/Warnings: Fluff, kissing, pretty SFW, some sexual language
You and Maurizio had just landed in New York City. He claimed he was here strictly on business, but it was a holiday and you knew it.
While he did have business meetings to attend, you stayed in the luxurious hotel room he had booked for the two of you. However, he promised you two would explore the city after the meeting today. After all, it was New Year's Eve.
You were applying your lipstick when you heard the door open and click shut.
“Love?” Maurizio quietly called, peeking around the corner to see you in the bathroom. He stood behind you in the bathroom, completely taking in your appearance while you finished up your makeup.
“Guarda quanto sei bella.”
You turned around, eyebrows raised at your husband. He was never light about compliments, showering you with them constantly. You smiled up at him, his hands finding your waist. Maurizio pulled you in, pecking at your lips a few times.
You pulled back slightly, humming.
“Thank you,” you whispered, fluttering your eyelashes.
“Any time, Bellissimo.”
You both exited the bathroom, pulling on the boots you intended to wear out today. Pulling on your stunning white coat to pull your outfit together, Maurizio barely changed his clothes and was ready.
“Men, absolutely no effort, and they can still look good,” you hummed over at him, listening to the chuckle in response.
“I know, doll, just call me flawless.”
You rolled your eyes, smiling as he stood in front of you once more.
“Let’s get going before we can’t move at all out there,” he suggested, holding his hand out, dragging you out of the hotel room.
Maurizio let you pick any stores to go into, any sights to see, and generally whatever you wanted to do for the rest of the day.
By the time the sun was setting, you were both walking back into the hotel, not avoiding any crowds. Setting everything you had bought from the day, which wasn’t much, onto the chair in the room, Maurizio looked at you with a slight smirk.
You looked up from sorting through the new belongings, tilting your head at him. He got that look in his eyes typically when he was in the mood. You shook your head, setting your things down.
You aimed a finger at him, shaking your head once more.
“Not right now, we were just out all day.”
Maurizio looked puzzled, giving you a smile.
“I meant champagne, amore mio. Let’s ring in the new year with some champagne and we can people-watch.”
You giggled as he picked up the hotel phone to dial for room service. Within no time the bottle showed up in the room, and your husband tipped room service generously.
You both stood on the balcony, both enthralled with the crowd of people down below. You had no idea how much time had passed, but the crowd grew louder with every passing moment. In a way, it was really fun to see everyone crowd around, pushing and shoving in an attempt to try to get out, or get farther in.
“People really come here to do this every year?” You questioned, turning your head to him.
The dark haired male turned his head back to you, looking you in the eyes.
“It’s a party, why wouldn’t you?”
You shrugged, a smile creeping onto your face.
“I don’t think standing in that crowd would be my thing.”
“Love, we are pretty much here for the party as well,” Maurizio mentioned, shrugging, a hand running through his hair. He straightened out from leaning over the balcony, checking his watch.
“11:30. So close.”
Maurizio kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. You both shared a sweet moment, though anyone who looked up could probably see you two.
He leaned down close to your ear, gently placing a kiss on your earlobe.
“I am going to give you such a treat after midnight.”
His words made you shiver in anticipation, eliciting a soft noise from you. When your husband stood up straight one more time, you half closed your eyes in a seductive glance, lips slightly parted up at him.
“You’ll get one too.”
Maurizio shuddered, chuckling down at you, giving you one more kiss before turning back and leaning over the balcony again. You dragged your fingernails along his back, leaning gently against him.
As the time drew closer to midnight, Maurizio pulled out the champagne from inside the hotel room. He was going to pop it over the balcony, and not the safe way, either.
Soon enough, the crowd began the ten-second countdown. You and your husband looked at each other, bright smiles on your faces.
When it hit one, Maurizio used the hand that wasn’t holding the alcohol to pull you in, planting a long, loving kiss on your lips. You both grinned into the kiss, pulling away so he could pop the bottle.
You were both sure that it hit someone in the sea of people down below, worrying you for a second before laughing along with your husband.
He poured the champagne into the glasses, handing you yours first. You clinked your glasses together, Maurizio planting one more kiss on your lips before you took sips of the alcohol.
