Ik i just asked you for clingy reader but can you plssssss make one that’s nsfw
Ok thank yewww bye bye I lave ur writing
a/n: sure i can! it can be a continuation off the cute little diner drabble from your last request!
which you can find here …
“Too Close.”
RUSTY NAIL X CLINGY!FEM!READER SMUT
summary: boy i sure love creampies!
oh, you freak, i meant pies with whipped cream!
and the other kind of course, but STILL!
warnings: smut
tags: dirty talk, bathroom sex, filthy smut, public (kind of), a little bit of humiliation...a little bit of degrading...a little bit of spanking...absolute FILTH!
w/c: 814 <3
you always loved rustys hands.
it was just one of those things about them you'd admired, especially when you watched the way they flexed, straightening out his cash so he could pay for the cigarettes.
and he always noticed you looking, just as much as he noticed your clinginess.
it was impossible to ignore.
so, when you're both sat at your secluded booth, away from the buzzing crowd (which he hates), on your date night- there was no way in hell he could ignore the way you lick the whipped cream from your lips (even if you didn't mean for it to be an innuendo, it's just who he is).
and now he's the one staring.
you glance up at him, unaware of the thoughts swirling behind his eyes because you're too focused on your pie.
"do i have something on my face?" you gave a soft smile.
"hm?"
"you're staring."
"oh."
he knew he was staring, and you telling him he was didn't make him stop.
you glanced down at his untouched pie and pointed at it.
"you gonna eat that?"
he smiled, pushing the plate towards you side of the table. "all yours." his tone dropping to a rumble.
you took the plate excitedly, already scarfing down the delicious pie (thanks local diner)
for now, he was leaning closer in, settling to silently admire you.
then, he stood up, fixing the collar of his flannel.
"im gonna go to the bathroom."
your head followed his figure as he maneuvered through the crowd in the diner. you got up to trail after him.
you quickly caught up to him, leaning against the wall outside the men's restroom.
"jesus- you gotta follow me everywhere?"
"yeah,"
"why?"
"'cause i love youuu." you drawed out, smiling up at him.
he looked down at you with a blank expression, the same one that meant he was thinking.
then he dragged you into the bathroom with him by your arm.
he pushed you up against the bathroom wall, holding you there by the straps of your dress.
"rusty-" you called out, surprised, but he clasped a hand over your mouth to silence you.
"shh, y'think i don't see you in this little dress of yours?" he growled, his free hand hiking the hem of your dress up your thigh.
your face flushed, the hand on your mouth moving to grasp the back of your neck instead.
"now you're gonna be good for me and shut your mouth, you hear?"
you nodded.
he smiled, all teeth and sharp. "good."
he forced your head to the side, leaning down to let his nose press against your neck as his hand fumbled with the waistband of your panties.
"y'like being around me?" he rasped against your neck, breath hot.
you nodded, glancing down at him as he pulled your underwear down to your mid thigh.
"oh i know you do, doll. i know you love this." he growled, his fingers already running through your slick.
you bit your lip to choke down a moan, brows scrunching.
"we're gonna make this quick, mhm?" he asked, leaning up to kiss you softly, his fingers making quick work of you.
your knees buckled- thankfully being pushed up against the wall by rusty saved you from falling.
when you came around his fingers, he took his hand from your neck, already unbuckling his belt.
"fucking naughty girl, getting off on me in public." he muttered, still thrusting his fingers in and out of you, getting his pants down just enough to slip his cock out.
you smiled down at the sight, giggling. "pent up much?-"
he shoved you harder against the wall, lining himself up with a low growl. "better keep that mouth shut, girl,"
he grinned, sliding in deeply almost immediately. "'less you wanna get caught drippin' on my dick?"
your eyes widened, head thudding back against the tile wall as he thrusted. you hook your head no, and he laughed at you. great.
he groaned lowly, your heat dripping down from between your thighs.
his hands reached down to pick you up, letting your legs wrap around his hips as he continued to thrust.
one hand spanked you, and at your yelp he snickered.
but his smile faltered when you clenched around him. he was getting close- and feeling him twitch inside you was enough to bring you over the edge a second time.
he let out a shaky curse, his thrusts getting sloppy before he was spilling inside of you.
you both panted, and he patted your thigh to let you know he was about to pull out.
you had to quickly pull your panties back up so the mess between your thighs could be contained-- and it was uncomfortable, especially realizing you'd have to sit in it on the way home.
he chuckled, tucking himself back into his pants.
"naughty girl..."
a/n: heyyy i hope you liked it :3 let me know if you did!
just a short, unbeta’d continuation of the bathroom scene with a little added smut, enjoy.
***
As soon as the door slams shut Win’s hands are everywhere, all at once, stroking Team’s face, pulling his hair, gripping his shoulders, his waist, his ass.
Team is overwhelmed, like he always is whenever Win’s mouth starts devouring his. All thoughts of anything fly straight out of Team’s head, taken blissfully over by the feel of Win’s body against his.
Team doesn’t know how Win manages to manoeuvre them as gracefully as he does in such a small space, but one minute they’re trapped standing as close as humanly possible in the cramped cubicle, barely room to pant into each other’s mouths, and the next he’s being shoved down onto the closed toilet seat and Win is on his knees between Team’s spread thighs working open his trousers.
“Lift your ass.” Win growls.
Team doesn’t need to be told twice, he immediately arches up off the seat and let’s Win pull down both his underwear and his trousers until they’re both stretched taut around his ankles. Win looks up at him and his eyes are blown black, no sign of colour left behind. It sends a shiver down Team’s spine.
Win leans in and starts sucking hot, wet kisses along Team’s trembling inner thigh, climbing higher and higher until he gets closer to where Team really wants him. He’s already painfully hard, aching and desperate when Win wraps his hand around him and starts pumping as he sucks a bruise into the crease where his thigh meets the rest of him. The rest of the bruises Win left a week or so ago have already faded and Team smiles as he imagines pressing down on this new one to feel it burn.
He quickly becomes impatient, “Hia,” he whines, “…please.”
Win’s hand stops its slow pumping motion, and his mouth disengages from its chosen path. Team whines again because this is not what he wanted at all.
“What do you want, Team?” Win croons against his thigh, “Tell me.”
Win’s commanding tone always makes Team’s insides squirm in the best way.
Team is shaking now, so turned on he can barely produce anything other than another elongated, “Hia…”
Win chuckles darkly, softly nipping at the tender skin in response.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” He says. “I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me what it is.”
Team huffs out a low groan, and takes a handful of Win’s hair, pushing him to where he needs him.
“I need your mouth.” He eventually manages to croak out.
Luckily for Team, Win is already ten steps ahead, wet lips slide all the way down his cock until he hits the back of Win’s throat. Team chokes out a moan and holds on for dear life pulling out the hair tie keeping Win’s hair out of his face, not that it matters much, with the iron-clad grip Team currently has on said hair. The tie is redundant now anyway.
***
Win holds Team at the back of his throat for longer than is strictly necessary for breathing and then pulls off panting, a string of saliva still attaching his swollen pink lips to the glistening head of Team’s cock as he looks up at Team’s blissed out face.
Win smiles crookedly, licking his lips and bending back down to tease the tip with his tongue, swirling it around the head before dipping into the slit for a taste. He feels the already strong grip on his hair tighten to the point of painful as he slides the rest of the way back down Team’s impressive cock. He hums as the weight of it once again hits the back of his throat, and he feels the vibrations travel through Team’s body in a shudder, resulting in his boy making harsh thrusts in and out of his mouth. Thank god he perfected the art of deep-throating a long time ago otherwise he’d be gagging around Team’s cock right now with how hard he’s pushing to get further inside.
Win loves going down on people. And he’s really fucking good at it. He knows that the most powerful position he can be in is between a person’s thighs, knows just the right amount of pressure to use to tip his partner over the edge. And that’s what he wants right now. He wants Team worked up and pliant, wants to make him come, to clear his mind and feel all the things he’s feeling.
The words from earlier float back into his head as he concentrates on bobbing his head up and down Team’s slick cock, ‘if you’re not sure, then prove it…’ Win hums into the upwards motion in agreement, I’ll prove it, he thinks. ‘If you like him, then tell him…’ Win swirls his tongue along the underside which earns him a sweet moan from his sweet boy, ‘if you love him, then tell him…’, Win pulls back slowly with a soft pop and lavishes the tip of Team’s cock with soft kitten licks to show his affection.
Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.
Okay, so Win’s never really been great with words about his feelings, always preferring to use actions to show a person how much he cares and he’ll continue to show Team he means it by doing just that.
He starts with a mind-blowing orgasm.
Because that’s something he can do.
Because that means he doesn’t have to think too hard about the rest of it.
Thank you to Mrs. Hatake for requesting this prompt to me!
In which: f!reader is interested in being in a fwb like relationship, but is forced into an arranged marriage with the one and only, Hatake Kakashi. Both (y/n) and Kakashi only agree to marry for the sake of convivence. (y/n) with her needs, and Kakashi with his wish to revive his clan.
AO3 Chapter
Lime/Smut warning
*Lime, but the next chapter will probably be smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*
Infinite things I could hate about you
The way you walk
The way you talk
The way you capture my mind
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick...
You counted the soft noises of the clock, knowing full well that your alarm clock was bound to go off at any moment now. You could have gotten up to start your day early, but you, quite frankly, lack the motivation to do so. Anyways, it was your day off. Being productive is highly overrated... You mentally uttered. Why get out of bed when you could cuddle with your plush lavender body-sized pillow all morning? You groaned, your actions making your further realize how friggen lonely you felt within. If only the pillow could have been a person...
You glared daggers at the rose gold engagement ring upon your finger. Technically, you really weren't lonely. Hell, there was a part of you that would have preferred to be alone again. Why him?! Annoyed thoughts swarmed your mind, keeping you from attaining proper relaxation. Of all people...Why him? You pulled your pillow closer to your chest, burying your face into the cool silken cover and squeezing it tightly. Why, why, why? Your mind paced. It wasn't that you were thinking about him, Hatake Kakashi, so much. It was how you thought about him that filled you up with despair.
New feelings...shining in a new light.
What is wrong with me?!
Your eyes traveled to your stomach, your diary still opened up to the page you were writing last night. The whole diary idea was Kurenai's, back when you were made jonin, around the age of 14. She knew you weren't the best with opening up to people. So to let out your pains, she had recommended writing about them. And in honesty, you were glad that you had decided to take her advice. Writing did make you feel better. Ranting out all of your troubles without any worries of being judged. As of these days, most of your entries were about Kakashi or how you wanted to relieve yourself. It's almost concerned you that you wrote about him so damn much. Just shove him aside!
"Urg!" Your groaned, gathering the willpower to get up from your blanket cocoon and take a nice and warm shower, "Sulking won't do any good..." With a sigh, you entered your kitchen, telling yourself that you'd shower after grabbing something to replenish your hunger. It was glaringly obvious that cooking wasn't your forte. In fact, you were absolutely horrendous at it. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you somehow managed to burn water while trying to boil it. You, the woman dubbed Ibara-hime, the Thorn Princess, could not cook if your life depended on it.
After contemplating what you could make without burning your kitchen down, you simply made yourself a cup of your favorite herbal tea to energize your body. It wasn't much, but it helped wake you up.
Ding dong, the bell to your apartment rang. "Gimme a sec!" You called out the person, throwing on your flak jacket just for formalities. "Oh..." Your face fell, yet your stomach fluttered, "It's you–"
"Yeah, it's me," one Hatake Kakashi mocked the tone you had greeted him with, running his fingers through his silvery hair. You didn't want to think much of it, but his hair just looked so soft...
"What do ya want, Hatake?" You put your hands on your hips and pouted.
Kakashi groaned as he made himself welcome inside your quaint home, "I'm bored," He simply told you, plopping himself right in the middle of your couch. What a dick, you muttered, having to sit on a chair instead of the sofa. "Wahh..?" You whispered as Kakashi's eyes took in ever single bit of you. Your skin started to burn, although his gaze wasn't exactly giving off a positive vibe. "Stop eyeing me like that, Hatake." You mustered up the courage to spit out.
"Oi, it's not my fault," Kakashi sassed, "Take a look at what you're wearing, yariman." Slut, his deep and rich voice had called you.
Anger stirred up inside of you, along with embarrassment, causing your skin to feel as if it was on fire. You felt yourself get flustered as you looked down at your short skirt, which had rid up your legs, and lacy dark green bra that had been reveled by your unzipped vest. "O-oh!" You breathed, your hand going to zip up your flak jacket, yet was slapped away before you could. "What the hell, Hatake?" You flashed him a bewildered look.
Kakashi chuckled smugly, the smirk under his mask apparent, "Don't... I kinda like you dressed like this." He stated matter-of-factly.
"But you j-just," You stuttered out, "called me a..." you trailed off, averting you eyes. Urg, the audacity of this pervert, your inner self spoke. "Perverted idiot."
"Call me what you want," Kakashi grabbed your hand, "I'm your perverted idiot, forever." He laughed softly. Woah, he never acts like this...
"Did somebody drug you?" you sweat-dropped, unintentionally blurted out your thoughts, "You normally don't act like this."
Kakashi sent you a wary look, but you could tell he felt slightly hurt by your remark, "No..." he replied cautiously, "I just thought...it would be good to loosen up."
Your expression softened ever so slightly, "Oh..." the two of you sat in pin drop silence.
"You know," Kakashi ventured, "dark green is my favorite color."
"Hatake!" You yelped, instinctively covering your chest, "I'm going to take a shower!" You turned you back to your dreaded fiancé, stomping out of the room to go bathe.
"I might as well join you then," Kakashi shrugged, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.
"I'm sorry what?!" you exclaimed
"I haven't showered yet today."
"Urg..!" He's drugged, I'm sure of it... you thought, finally giving in to Kakashi. "Kitanai yarō!"
"Well," Kakashi tapped his foot, carefully placing his flak jacket upon the silken sheets of your bed, "aren't you going to strip down?" He asked as he started to remove the cloth bindings from his thigh and ankles.
"Y-yeah..." you flushed softly, "J-just gimme a second." You dashed off, tossing my clothes into your basket of dirty laundry and grabbing a towel to wrap around your bare body, "Okay..." you mumbled, peaking your head out from the bathroom. The tension in the room was heavy and hot, almost uncomfortable. It was...something you had never felt. Hence, you couldn't put your finger on a way properly to describe the situation. Yet heat rushed to your core, even the tiniest smidge of arousal turning on your mind. You felt like your every movement was being recorded in Kakashi's mind. His gaze digging into your soul like a kunai in delicate flesh. Like his– No, no, no, no! No pervy thoughts, (y/n)! Stay classy, you ordered your mind, preventing it from trailing off. We have a dignity, remember?
You hesitantly got into the shower, testing the waters for the proper temperature. "Ahhh," you moaned ever so slightly, the raining down of the water slipping down your body and rejuvenating your sores from the previous night's round of nightmares. "Oi..." Kakashi started to speak as he entered the shower from behind you, ending up grunting incoherently. You shook your head, sighing in disapproval whilst rubbing from body wash into your soft (s/t) skin. You felt a pair of hands brush past your hair, reaching for the hair conditioner, "Rose and sandalwood, eh? No wonder you smell like a garden and incense shop." Kakashi breathed down your neck.
You tried your best not to look back at him, your heart racing for reasons you tried to reject. Nope! We can't be falling for him! You let out a slight gasp as Kakashi's hands found their way to your hips, tracing the gracefully toned muscles of your stomach. "Kakashi...what are you doing?" You whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the running water.
"I read your diary," you could practically heard the smirk on Kakashi's face, "I think I can help you with your needs..." Kakashi licked the helix of your ear. A shudder went down your spine, a foreign though crossing your mind. Maybe, just maybe, we could make this work... your mind ventured. "Kami, I've been having some problems myself, big problems..." Kakashi told you, his voice velvety coffee as he nipped at your neck. His hardening length pressing against your round ass. You could feel your walls start to clench; you were surprised that your body was reacting to Kakashi's touch like this.
No disturbance could get in the way of this exhilarating moment, right?
"(Y/N)! RAIDŌ ASKED ME OUT! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!" The voice of Mitarashi Anko screeched, she wandered into your bathroom, "YESS!"
"Anko..." You cringed, clenching your fists, "W-wrong t-time..." You moaned as Kakashi's finger teased your clit.
"What?" Anko called out, "I can't hear you over the water. Could ya speak up."
Kakashi pumped faster, "You heard her, louder." His intentions directing towards your moans, blessed music to his ears.
You sucked your breath, "N-never m-mind, Anko!" You managed to force out, trying your absolute hardest to not moan.
"Wait...Is that..." Anko's voice trailed off, "Kakashi's mask, and his..."
"A-anko! Pl-pleas j-just..." you bit your tongue, "go. Ju-just tell me l-later!" You begged her, turning to look at Kakashi with pleading eyes. Not now, Kakashi, you tried to convey with your widened (e/c) eyes.
"OH HELL NO! SORRY!" Anko cried out, causing Kakashi to pull his fingers out of you with a let down sigh. The smoke of Anko's hasty teleportation jutsu lingering for a few moments.
The mood had officially been broken. Thanks a lot, Anko, you mentally swore. But holy hell, you were about to get laid. Shamefully, you looked at the floor as Kakashi rinsed our your hair. "I–" you tried to speak, yet your voice faltered as you took a moment to observe Kakashi's face.
"Are you still in for it?" Kakashi raised his eyebrow; his left eye lidded.
"Oh! Uh..." your heart suddenly fluttered, "Y-yeah." You told him shyly.
Kakashi flashed you a smirk, "How about we just dry off, then..." He winked at you.
Yep, I'm convinced he's drugged... There's no other explanation...
You're sitting at the table at his parents house, enjoying the typical Sunday dinner with them. You do this every week, you like them, they like you, so it's not tense. However, tonight's a little different thanks to the Mauro sitting at your side.
You glance down at his hand as it travels up your thigh beneath the table, slipping easily beneath the skirt of your black dress; you'd chosen it because it was new, with lace all down the back and a modest hemline. Vinny had liked you in it, so you thought it was a good choice.
Now, you're regretting the decision.
His hand remains on your inner thigh for a few moments, fingers tapping against the warm skin. You're not sure what his game plan is, but you sort of wish he wouldn't do this when his parents are sitting two feet away. It's one thing to tease when you're both out in public, but this is taking it a little far, isn't it?
Or... well, how far is he willing to take it?
You poke at your salad in front of you thoughtfully, cutting your eyes at him one more time. He's just talking with his mother, as if nothing is going on at all.
Huh.
You part your legs beneath the table, just to see how far he's willing to take his little tease. You see him glance at you out of the corner of his eye, but you merely lift your fork to your mouth. He clears his throat after a moment, reaching for his glass as his hand brazenly inches higher and higher. You hold your breath in surprise as his bold finger brushes against the lace panties you'd chosen to wear.
Your cheeks flush instantly, and your fork hesitates over your salad. You're sitting across from his mother for goodness sake! You can see his lips quirk when you look at him, playful dark eyes finding yours for a few seconds before moving away.
You try not to give anything away as his middle finger starts moving against your heat, trailing up and down your core before tugging your panties out of the way. You shift your hips, rather forcefully stabbing at a crouton as his finger presses against your clit, causing a spark of electricity to rise into your stomach. Okay, so you hadn't expected this, and you're definitely not sure how to feel!
Can you seriously sit across from his mother and look her in the eye while her son --- is doing what he's doing!?
Maybe.
Vinny shifts his chair a little closer, laughing at some story his father is telling him as he applies a little more pressure to your clit, moving his finger is a slow, small circle that really has you growing uncomfortable. You feel embarrassed at the fact he's turning you on, that you're steadily growing wet the more he touches you.
It's all you can do not to exhale shakily as his finger trails down teasingly through your heat, finding your desire and smirking behind his glass as he sips. He knows what he can do to you, you've been dating for a year now, so he doesn't have to look so pleased with himself!
Oh goodness.
You straighten abruptly as his finger suddenly dips inside of you, curling against your wall as his thumb flicks your clit. You swallow hard around your food, feeling almost as if you're choking --- holy crap, this can't be happening right here!
"(Y/N)? Are you alright?" His mother suddenly asks, seeing the wide-eyed look on your face. You nod quickly, clearing your throat and dabbing at your lips.
"Um, yes, I --- I'm fine. Just took a bite too much," you explain, your fingers curling tightly around his wrist. You tug forcefully, hearing him chuckle as you take his hand away from you. "Excuse me just a moment."
You rise to your feet, a little wobbly in your heels, and quickly leave the table behind, heading for the bathroom. You hear Vinny excuse himself as well, saying he wants to check on you, before his steps follow you. You make it to the white door of the hallway bathroom, leaving it cracked as you step inside.
You glance at your reflection, seeing your flushed cheeks as you smooth down your dress.
You can't believe he started that there!
You turn as the door opens, revealing you dark-haired boyfriend as he steps inside the small bathroom. He shuts the door, locking it behind him as you turn around, your fingers curling into the collar of his dress shirt as you forcefully pull his lips against yours.
You kiss him feverishly, your fingers sliding up to curl into his long hair. He backs you up against the sink, the harsh granite pushing into your thighs. He better finish what he started!
His hands slip once more to your thighs, slipping beneath your black dress and bunching it up around your hips. His lips tear from yours as they go to your neck, placing heated, rough kisses against your skin as he pushes into you. You bite your lip, knowing you have to be as quiet as possible, that if his parents think anything out of the ordinary is happening you'll never be able to face them again!
His fingers hook into your panties, slowly drawing the material down your thighs. You tilt your head back farther to allow his lips more access as they drop to the floor, his hand immediately replacing them. You close your eyes as his finger traces along your folds, still damp for him. He always manages to surprise you, to turn you on in the strangest of places.
"We, we don't have time for this," you sigh, despite what your body is telling you. You want this now, but you don't want to risk his parents walking in! "We shouldn't ---."
"They won't even notice," he murmurs, slipping one knee between your thighs, teeth tugging on your throat. "Don't worry."
Because that's convincing.
You hesitate, but his lips feel good on your skin, and the hand between your thighs is quickly pushing common sense out of the way. You whimper as you press your face into his neck, trying to muffle yourself as his finger slips inside of you again. You know he's leaving a hickey on your shoulder, moving your dress out of his way.
You groan as he pushes another finger inside of you, curling them both and causing you to shudder. Your fingers tighten in his soft hair as your hips shift against his hand, trying to get more, wanting more from him.
"Vinny, we can't do this here," you gasp one last time, knowing that if he ignores you, you won't be able to give any other complaints. It's your last valiant attempt at decency.
"Yes we can," he mumbles into your throat, biting hard enough to make you start with a muffled gasp against his shoulder. His fingers sink deeply inside of you, his thumb rubbing rough circles along your swollen bud until you're clenching against his digits, your skin starting to tingle.
"Fuck, Vinny," you breathe, your dilated eyes flicking to the door, feeling just a pinch of worry through your desire. You're supposed to be the level headed one in the relationship, but somehow he always manages to make you forget that!
"You're so wet, (Y/N)." he murmurs in your ear, kissing along your jawline. "God, you feel good."
You pinken at his words; he's always full of compliments when the two of you are having sex, but it's sort of nice. He's always murmuring about how he loves the feel of you, how perfect your breasts are, even how he likes tracing the little marks on your skin with his tongue. You've never felt so at ease with someone seeing you naked as you are with him.
"I need you," you whisper, knowing you're soaking his hand. You're so turned on you're squirming, and there's a dull ache where you want him most. He doesn't wait, he's as eager as you are, you can feel that against your thigh. You both shuffle, him helping you up onto the sink. He steps eagerly between your thighs, shoving your skirt out of his way. His hands clamp onto your thighs as you reach between the two of you, quickly working on his jeans and jerking them open.
Your eyes flick up to his as you free his already hard cock from the confines of his pants, slipping your hand around the base and giving it a few good pumps. He sighs, pressing his forehead into yours, letting your fingers trace and tighten around him for a few moments, making sure he's just as hot and needy as you are.
"Fuck," he finally breathes, feeling your thumb brush across his head, smearing through the pre-cum before you bring it to your lips, sucking the salty liquid off your skin. He shudders as he watches your red-painted lips, his eyes finally flicking up to yours.
His hands tighten on your thighs, widening them forcefully as he pushes between them. You can feel him at your entrance, rubbing enticingly against your heat until you're shuffling, feeling the faucet pressing into your back. His lips cover yours as he moves forward, plunging his cock into your tight, wet body and making you cry out.
You arch into his chest immediately, clenching your thighs around his hips. Your fingers clutch at his dark hair, focusing on how he feels inside of you. Your body is hugging him, arms curling desperately around his back as you cling to him. You're leaning back, your hips pushing forward until you can feel the sink mirror against your shoulders.
He's pumping in and out of you, hips going faster when your thighs hitch higher around his waist, giving him access to plunge deeper. His hand quickly covers your mouth tightly, having a hard time staying quiet himself.
You always feel amazing. You're so hot and wet, so tight and always ready to give him what he wants. You have very little resistance when it comes to sex with him, he figured that out pretty early on. He likes that about you, that you're not ashamed to go for what you want, to admit when you're horny and to initiate sex. Hell, it makes you even hotter in his eyes.
"You feel like heaven," he whispers into your ear, kissing your reddened cheek as he thrusts into you, causing the soap dispenser to rattle with the force. You just give him a muffled whimper in response, your eyes squeezed shut. You tighten around him experimentally, feeling him shudder in response.
Admittedly, Vinny is a very good lay. After you'd taught him a few tricks and he'd learned what you liked, fucking become the highlight of your day with him. He's sweet to you, though, which sometimes is even better than the sex. He brings you flowers sometimes, writes you cheesy rhymes and raps them to you.
You couldn't ask for a better boyfriend.
You clutch at one side of the wall desperately, holding yourself in place the best you can. He's fucking you hard and quick, and he knows how much you love those! Sure, you love sex when it takes a long time, when it's slow, or long and rough, but the spontaneous moments are what really get you going! The thought of someone walking in, of the two of you getting caught, it adds an extra allure to the moment, and for some reason it makes you so wet you can barely keep your clothes on.
Reason why Vinny thought tonight would be perfect to see how far he could take your little kink.
Pretty far, apparently, and he loves it.
"God," you groan against his hand, his fingers flexing against your mouth. His cock pushes nice and deep at this angle, hitting all the right places that make spots dance before your eyes. He exhales heavily as he pushes into your heat over and over, dark eyes halfway closed with the pleasure of being inside of you, of feeling you squeezing and holding him close.
You can barely catch your breath between his strokes, shudders running up and down your spine.
A wicked grin forms on Vinny's lips as he watches you, the way your eyes flutter, how you tremble in his arms. Your nails are raking against the wall, and he can see the sweat gleaming on your skin. Your breathing is just short, sharp gasps and pants, which only send the blood rushing quicker through his veins. His hands tighten on your thighs, almost bruising as they dig into the bare skin of your hips.
He drags your body closer to him, curling his arms tightly around your lower back until you're hugged against his chest. Your head tilts back as his hand falls away from your lips, your arms slipping around his shoulders. He fills you over and over, hammering up into you until your hips are bouncing against his own and you're groaning helplessly, not caring now if it echoes or if the entire planet hears!
It just --- it feels so good!
He licks his lips, feeling that pressure that tells him he's going to cum. You're starting to tense in his arms, so hopefully you're going to go before he does, otherwise he's going to go before you do, and that's just not acceptable! He'll have to finish you off in other ways if that happens.
His lips catch yours in a harsh, rough kiss as he drops one hand between your bodies. You start immediately as his fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing it in hard circles that immediately make your hips buck. You cry out against his mouth, unable to help it as the pressure sends almost painful pressure through your entire body, causing you to go rigid in his arms as his cock continues to push inside of you, hitting all the right points.
You come unglued in his arms, his lips clamped tightly over yours so muffle your pleasure. He groans as you flood him with wetness, shuddering and writhing in his arms as you cum on him. Fuck, he loves it when you do that, when you completely lose control in his arms! He holds you tightly as you do, only finding his release when you go limp in his grip, nearly collapsing onto his chest.
You sigh in relief as he does, your fingers lightly raking through his damp hair. You sag against him, panting hard as your heart races a mile a minute. It takes a few seconds before you can gain your bearings, before your ears stop roaring and you remember where you are. Your skin is damp, you're burning up, and your legs won't be able to support you for a bit more.
You lean back only enough to kiss his lips softly, which he returns immediately. His hand rises to cup your cheek, thumb caressing the warm skin.
"I don't know what I would do without you," he murmurs, reluctantly leaning back from you. His eyes flick over you, from your wrinkled dress to the messy hair he's left you with. He just hadn't been able to help himself, the second he'd seen you in that dress had been the end of him. It was all tight and curvy in all the right places, and those heels make your legs go on for miles.
How could he resist you!?
"We, we should go," you pant, trembling fingers pushing your hair behind your ears. "Tell your parents I got sick, that we need to go home." You're not sure if they'll believe you or not, but you certainly don't want them seeing you like this, you'd never live it down.
You doubt you'll ever be able to even use this bathroom again!
"Okay," he gives your lips a quick peck, and you sigh as he takes a step back, your thighs instantly closing. He hastily shuffles his clothing back into place, gives you one more look, and hastily exits.
Good lord.
You lean back against the mirror, raising your eyes to the ceiling.
You'll never live this down.
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You sigh as you toss your purse onto the table of your apartment, Vinny closing the door behind you. You're relieved to be home, and to take off your heels; not to mention you're a little sore from being on top of that sink, too.
It's not like there was a lot of space.
"I need a shower," you sigh, running a hand through your messy hair. "A long one."
"Mind if I join?"
"You're the one who made me need one!"
"So?" His fingers slip around you, dragging your body back against his deviously. "Maybe I'll make that shower worth your while."
You roll your eyes, tilting your head so he can kiss along your neck. You sigh as you relent, only to suddenly tense, your eyes widening in horror.
This sucks but I'm submitting anyway (it doesn't suck at all, you guys do not listen to her)
"Ok, time for walkies" I stood arms crossed in front of my husband and our dog cuddling on the couch. Mishka jumped down and jumped up at me while I tied her leash on.
"Why did we get a Husky" I moaned standing up straight.
"Because You wanted one..." Chris sassed me once again, in his usual fashion.
"You might wanna trim the beard baby its getting a little bushy again....you get like fucking food and shit stuck in there" I grimaced at him hovering my hand over his face.
"ALRIGHT...alright" He got up and kissed me roughly on the cheek rubbing his sharp facial hair against my face.
"Fuck..." I pushed him away and watched him walk to the bathroom. God he looks good in sweatpants. I bit my lip....shook my head and was led out the apartment by Mishka....
I had only gone for half an hour....it wasnt even that long. But when I got back. My loving....darling husband did something pretty surprising. I let Mishka off her lead and called for him.
"Chris....Christopher....you still in the bathroom?" Mishka sat and whined infront of the bathroom door. I pushed it open and....well I covered my face in shock and surprise. Chris Tomson stood before the mirror, shirtless and beardless.
"Holy shit son....I was gone for 30 minutes...what did you do" I laughed nervously running to him touching his face. He had shaved so closely.
"Careful....its still sore as fuck...." he winced....the big baby...
"What happened...WHAT HAPPENED" I couldnt stop freaking out, I hadnt seen beardless CT in years. I was in shock.
"Well...I started to trim....then I kinda lost....well it slipped so I just kept...." I pounced on him....my lips attacked his own....quite violently I surprised myself. He grabbed onto me tightly and sat me up on the bathroom counter. Pushing the shaver and towel out of the way.
"You like it then?" He said out of breath running his hand up my thighs. I nodded biting my lip rubbing his smooth face carefully. I kissed it softly as I felt him push his semi hard cock against my pussy. I moaned in his ear as his hands unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my push up bra and aching tits. His aftershave filled my senses and I lost my mind. I scratched my nails down his bare chest and stuck my hand down his sweatpants. I stroked his cock softly still kissing and rubbing my face against his.
"Mishka...BED" I called to her to leave the bathroom. She growled and left the room to her bed. He pulled down my tights and pulled my skirt up. He wasn't waiting any time, just how I liked it. When we made love it was great....but when we fucked like rabbits....that was amazing. I loved how his arms tensed around me, I loved stroking his muscles, and running my finger tips across his veins. We made out intently, our tongues softly brushing against one another as he slid a few fingers in and out of me, he loved making me moan through our kisses.
"OH papi" I grabbed his thick hair, oh boy this was gonna be good.
"Yeah" He smiled as my tongue ran across his lips. I pulled my face away briefly.
"Fuck me" I barely said to him. He pulled his cock out and rammed it in me without any warning. He cupped my ass cheeks and banged the living fuck out of me on the counter. My head almost hit the mirror a few times. I watched his eyes watch my tits bounce up and down.He grunted and moaned so deeply....my whole body vibrated.
"Oh Chris...Chris...CHRIS" I moaned his name just like a porn star, still stroking his face. He kept pulling me closer and deeper inside me. It started to hurt a little....but it was a good pain. He pulled my hair and made me look right into his eyes.
"I fucking love you" I said, he licked his lips and rammed his lips against mine once again. I was so close already. The stamina this man had was incredible. I would watch him sweat on stage behind his drum kit, hoping he would bring that same energy to our bed room...and boy did he.My pussy grew tight around his dick and gushed over him and onto the floor. I screamed so loud the neighbours had to hear. I fell back onto the cold mirror and ripped my shirt off. I was sweating, as was my beloved. I took my bra off and jumped off the counter, I turned around and bent over this time....
I heard him grunt as he slid back inside me. Clutching onto my ass with such a grip he was sure to leave a mark. Good, I wanted a reminder of this. The feel of his balls slapping against my ass, his moans and the way his cock filled my pussy perfectly....I think I was gonna cum again, but it seemed he was to beat me to the punch.
"OH SHIT...FUCK" He dug his nails into my hips and filled my pussy with his warm load. It dripped onto the bathroom tiles as he slowly pulled out. Slapping my arse, he turned on the shower and pulled me in with him. I couldn't stand up straight, so I had him hold onto me as the water fell onto us. He leant me against the tiles and kissed me.
"I didnt even have time to moan about the sink being clogged with your hair....your cock got you out of trouble again Mr Tomson".....
