18+ only. afab!reader. grinding. angry, unprotected p in v. cream pie. dirty talk. mw4 price with a beard. daddy kink. ignoring pleas. drooling. holding down. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. implied somnophilia.
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Price who’s really beat after a long day at work. Just wants to relax in bed and let the stress of the day melt off him. Until you look up at him, your eyes wide with eagerness, legs rubbing against his under the comforter, hands caressing his arms. All frowns and pouts when he scratches at his beard and lets you down with a pet at your hair and kiss to your forehead.
You say it’s okay with a huff and roll over but when Price clicks the light off and turns to his side, after a few minutes you shift, scoot back a little. Again and again until you’re pressed to his front, head on his arm, and Price figures you just want to cuddle, pouting too much to admit it, so he wraps a heavy arm around your waist, nose nuzzling into your neck. Shiver with the scrape of his beard along your shoulder.
Sleep slowly building behind Prices eyes when your hips shift slightly, grind into his. Doesn’t think anything of it other than you’re getting comfortable. Until the movement of your hips becomes constant, knocking and rubbing against his cock. Can feel your back arch into him and he grunts into your ear, huffs a breath onto your neck that makes your need so much worse.
“Stop that.” He grumbles into your ear, knows that you’re trying to rile him up, so he tightens his arm around you in hopes it keeps you still. A little annoyed now because he’s all chubbed up in his boxers and knows it’ll take a minute before he’s calmed down enough to fall asleep.
You stop, thankfully. Until you don’t. Hips moving just subtly, slowly enough the need clogs your throat and it takes everything in you not to move faster. But Price can feel you moving even though you think you’re being sneaky, sucks in a deep breath before slapping at your thigh with the hand securing your waist.
“Cut it out. Don’t make me tell you again.” You shudder, eyes fluttering shut at the hoarseness in his throat. It only eggs you on, makes you throb at the threat behind his words.
You smash your hips back into his cock, grind without subtleness because he’s all worked up now even though he wouldn’t want to admit it. Angry and so hard against you that his arm under your head curls around your front, forearm under your jaw and hand clenching at your shoulder to keep you secure against his chest.
“Want it? Here it comes, baby.” He croaks in your ear. Annoyance and anger rolling off of him in waves as his other hand shoots down to lift your leg, yanks your soaked panties to the side. Makes you whine because he doesn’t bother touching your achy clit just huffs in your ear, rough with his grip that has tingles running over your body shuddering with anticipation.
Your breaths get heavier, body drumming when his hand darts back to wrestle his cock out. Feel it hot and heavy against your ass that you whine, need so heavy in your mind that just the feel of it against your pussy has you gushing.
Price grins when he lines himself up, soaks in the loud cry you let out when he thrusts in because you’re going to regret riling him up.
The airs punched from your lungs when he bottoms out. Pussy stinging at the quick stretch around him, whimper at the pleasure it shoots up your spine. Moan at the throb of him stretching you wide and filling you to the brim.
Bitterness in the way he handles you exactly what you were throbbing for when he pet your head and said maybe another night.
Price grunts and groans into your neck, hooks his arm under your knee and pins it to your chest so you can feel him deep inside you. Starts his thrust all of a sudden, pace so quick and harsh the air is knocked from your lungs. Have to gasp and huff to force air in from the grip he has around your front and pressure from his thrusts.
Makes sure he stuffs you to the hilt as he pounds away at your cervix, has you clawing at his arms, loud keens and moans drowning out the squelching of your pussy.
“What you wanted, huh? Desperate slut. Always needs Daddy’s cock fillin’ you up.” He spits into your ear, jerks when you flutter around him. Mind feasting at how pliable you are. How he can bully his cock into you and all you do is swallow him up and moan. How if he goes at it long enough you’ll blabber thank yous until Price has to fill your mouth so you shut up.
Price groans at the thought, cock slamming into you roughly as the imagine flashes in his mind. You mewl, words clogged in your throat, forced down by the pleasureful cries you can’t hold back. His beard scratches at your neck and shoulder, has tingles shooting down your back and making you push your ass into him.
The bed squeaks and rocks, Prices hips pounding forward and slapping into your ass. You bounce off his hips with each thrust, eyes fluttering closed because you can feel the head of his cock dragging against your walls and knocking at your cervix.
When you clench around him he shifts his hips, pummels his cock into your sweet spot so he can really feel you convulse around him. Has you squealing and toes curling, mind going fuzzy and soft with the pleasure coursing through you. Nails digging into the thick forearm around your throat, mouth falling open in silent cries when the feeling makes your body burn, heat blazing in your stomach.
Can feel drool dribble down your chin onto his forearm. Hand flying back when it feels like you might pass out, mind humming so violently you can’t think straight. “Slow, Daddy.” You whimper. “Too fast.”
Price tuts, grunting as he growls into your neck. “Take what I fuckin’ give you, baby. Wouldn’t let Daddy sleep because of your greedy cunt. Gonna pump ‘er full of cum so she sleeps real good tonight.” He purrs, drops his arm from your shoulder to hold your knee up so he can squeeze at your tits.
You squeal and grip at his arm when he pinches at your nipple through your shirt, rough material making lightening shoot through you.
“‘M sorry, Daddy.” You pant when his hand darts under your shirt. “I’ll be good. Just- slow down!”
Price palms at your chest, squeezing and tugging as his hips pummel into you, dips his mouth to nip at your neck when he sees you swallow thickly. Beard scraping your shoulder raw as he kisses and sucks harshly to leave purple marks for later.
“Too late for sorrys, baby. This is what you were begging me for. Can’t back out now.”
Tears spring to your eyes at the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through you. Think you’re getting a break when Price takes his plucking fingers away from your chest but lurch when you feel them at your clit.
Cry out when his rough fingers rub quickly at you, spasm and clench so hard you hear his low moans muffled against your neck, covered in sweat which he licks up, sends shivers down your spine and zips to your cunt.
His groans get lower, thrusts turning sloppy and short, feel every inch of him pull out and thrust back in more clearly. You can feel the veins of his cock grind against your walls, not a blur of feeling anymore, but they drag and tease you, have tingles shooting up your neck.
The pace of his fingers stay the same though, quick and sharp that an orgasm is quick to form. Have you squirming and whimpering, digging your nails into his arm as your ears ring.
Price curses, clench’s his jaw at the tight convulses around his cock, draws his balls tighter until the need to cum is clawing at his brain. Fingers still working against your clit for a second orgasm so he can have you cumming with him.
“Too much, Daddy.” You squeal with overstimulation, claw and tug at his hand until he coos, drops your leg and snatches your jaw in his paw to smash your lips together, beard nuzzling into your face so he can swallow your soft whimpers until you can’t breathe. Legs clenching and kicking around his hand, but never stopping his movements until another orgasm claws its way though your overstimulation.
Snatches his lips away, hand tight on your jaw to watch your face contort as you cum, picks up the pace of his hips when he gets closer. His groans and your soft mewls mixing together until you squeal and Price grunts lowly, your toes curling as you come together. Fingers and cock moving so quick your whole body tenses as your orgasm runs through you. Flutter so tightly around his cock you can feel the pulses that shoot his cum deep in your cunt. Ears ringing as you tremble until the waves of pleasure are soft throbs.
Price curses into your lips, groans when he gives a lazy thrust to make sure the last bits of his cum make it inside you. Pulls out slowly and watches you whimper at the noise and feel. Tugs your panties back over your spent pussy, before cupping your cunt with his palm.
Satisfaction coiling in his chest when you squeal, head slumped against his arm, jerk your hips away from the pressure at your clit, but you’re attempts are futile when there’s no where to run, and he follows you until his palm is nestled against you.
“Settle down, whiny girl.” He rasps, shakes his palm against you until you clutch at his wrist to stop the vibrations from moving your clit. “Ain’t nothing to cry over now you’re nice and full. Or does she want more?” He squeezes.
You gasp and hold his wrist down as much as you could. “No more, Daddy. She’s too full.” You whine, squirm at the feel of him leaking onto your panties. Too impossibly tired to care about how dirty you are.
“You sure, baby? I could stop now or be greedy and keep going like you did.” He taunts.
You suck in a deep breath, eyes heavy with sleep. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t do it again, I’ll be good.”
Prices pecks your temple with a soft chuckle. “I’ll let you sleep for now, baby. Fuck your little cunt through the night. Daddy’s gonna teach you a thing or two about messing with him while he’s trying to sleep.”
You shudder at the thought, promise lingering at the back of your mind as he tucks you both back into bed, until he wakes you up later, mind so drowsy you barely notice how you’re pinned underneath him, hips grinding another round of cum into your cunt.
Pairing: Nerd!Rafe x Needy!Reader (i didn’t make him subby bc i still wanted him to be the big meanie we love)
Warnings: A bit non-con, choking mentioned (not reader & rafe)
Word Count: 1.4k
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You’d finally gotten a day off from work, after weeks of packed schedules and poor sleep. To relax, you planned a lazy day of lounging around, running a few errands, and spending time with your boyfriend.
Except, this morning, you woke up in an empty, cold bed. It wasn’t unusual, but it did catch you off guard, considering he always wrapped you up in his arms, bear-hugging you through the night. You didn’t give it too much thought, turning over and going back to sleep for another few hours.
You’d grown used to him taking on more work than he could handle. Rafe excused his workaholism as being a perfectionist who’d get a promotion. Despite your reminders that his boss is a penny-pinching bastard.
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By the time you arose, forcing yourself to get out of bed, you walk down the hall to the spare bedroom-turned-office, to find Rafe consumed by the pixels of his computer screen. He’s swamped with work, though you don’t know which part exactly. You usually just nod when Rafe talks about it. Not because you don’t care, but because you don’t know anything about computer science.
You stand there quietly, watching his fingers fly across the keyboard and the pen scribbling messily before being dropped again in favor of the mouse. He didn’t even acknowledge you. He hadn’t spoken to you at all today, in fact, which was unlike him. But instead of starting the conversation, you decide to leave him be, willing him to finish quickly.
You return to the master bedroom, opening up twitter. It wasn’t your fault the video popped up. You didn’t watch porn often. Not when you have Rafe. But this one, it messed with your head.
The way the guy gripped his girlfriend’s hips. Her eyes rolling back. Hickies down his neck. Hand wrapping around her throat as he got faster.
His glasses and her hair and the way their bodies fit together, like they were designed for each other.
You needed Rafe.
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You enter the office once more, where Rafe sits at a small desk, typing almost frantically. His eyebrows are furrowed, glasses resting lazily on the bridge of his nose. Your eyes trail down to his clenched jaw and the frown on his lips. He’s focused. So focused it’s hot. You know you shouldn’t, but you decide to poke the bear.
Walking up behind him, you place a hand on his shoulder.
“You’ve been working all day.” You murmur after a moment of quiet observation. He looks up at you, irritation clear as day, holding himself back from snapping.
“I’ll be finished soon.” His voice held a sharper undertone, but his eyes seem to soften amidst the storm brewing below the surface.
“Mm, let me help you…” you purr, taking a seat on one of his thighs. Facing him, you wrap your arms around his neck, admiring all of his features with a longing. He glances at you for a moment, silently. Then he scoffs, focusing his attention back on the computer.
You sigh, feeling deflated by his rejection. Usually he was putty in your pretty little hands.
A few more agonizing minutes go by before you begin slowly rocking your hips back and forth against his leg. He looks back over at you, the annoyance evident on his face as he rolls his eyes. Ignoring his clear disinterest, you pick up the pace, becoming a bit rougher, yet he still refuses to give you the pleasure of a reaction.
You whimper, forehead dropping against his shoulder as your soaked cunt ruts against his leg, “Raaafe” you breathe, picking your head up to check for a reaction. To your dismay, the attempts at seducing him keep falling flat, leaving you frustrated.
His lack of attention dims the flame that burns in your lower belly. Slowing down, you realize it’s time to leave him be. You even start to feel a bit bad, the longer you think about it.
He’s trying to work, clearly stressed, but here you are getting off on him.
As you finally stop, settling back on his leg, you look at him, waiting for his eyes to meet yours. They do for a moment, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. He leans back, pushing his glasses back up and running a hand over his hair. You watch his bicep flex, only slightly with his action.
He licks his bottom lip, “Get outta here.” he finally says, regretting it not even a second later.
As you stand up to leave, his hands land on each of your hips with an iron grip, slamming you back down onto his thigh. You let out a yelp, feeling your pussy grinding into his tense muscle. You keep your mouth closed, trying not to moan too loud, but god, you wanted to.
That’s when he finally looks at you. “This what you wanted, baby?” He asks gruffly, now sporting a small smirk.
You whine in response, too lost in the sensation of your clit against his denim-clad thigh. He continues to roughly rub your soaking pussy back and forth across his leg, making your body tingle with arousal. His fingers sink further into the flesh of your hips, hard enough to leave bruises in their wake. Rafe uses his strength to keep you snugly, tightly against him. Your moans grow louder as the feeling of pure, unbridled bliss slowly consumes your entire being.
The fuzzy sensation coursing through your body feels overwhelming, inching you closer to the brink of explosion with Rafe’s every impatient drag.
Your clit is starting to ache as you pick up the speed again, trying to fuck Rafe’s thigh as hard as possible, desperate for that otherworldly feeling of friction. Your panties are soaked, maybe the crotch of your leggings too.
Your breath hitches, “Mm, Rafe...” With your arms around his neck, letting your head rest on his broad shoulder, you’re riding his thigh at a harsher pace. You whine again, feeling the knot in your stomach growing painfully tighter.
“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” He taunts you, reveling in the sight of you falling apart because of him.
“Yes,” you breathe, getting closer.
“Yea? How close, angel?” he asks, mocking you.
Your mouth falls open, choking on a gasp as you cry out, “Raaafe!!” once more. He lets out a low hum, placing a kiss to your neck when your head falls back, enjoying the scene of his girl getting closer.
“Fuck!” you yell, feeling yourself on the brink of release. Rafe brings his face closer, his lips grazing yours.
“Look at me, baby. I want you to look at me.” he speaks in an octave lower than his baseline. That alone was enough to make your legs shake.
Your whining grows louder, words getting caught in the back of your throat as your pace grows urgent and needy. Rafe brings one of his hands from your hip to your hair, letting the roots wrap around his long fingers, pulling you back with a brute force you aren’t used to.
His eyes flicker from your face to your restless movements. “You’re so perfect. So good.” he purrs.
“Oh, Rafe!” you wrap your arms tighter around his shoulders, feeling a hot ecstasy flood your body, overcoming you with absolute euphoria. Rafe keeps one hand squeezing your hip, helping it roll sloppily against his body. He bites your shoulder to muffle a soft groan as he watches you ride out your high.
You clench around nothing, walls aching and pulsating with your orgasm, “Oh my god.” you choke.
“That’s it, baby.” he murmurs, watching you fully fall apart on his lap. Rafe smiles, “Good girl.” he praises, letting go of your hair and allowing his fingers to run through it.
As you catch your breath, he leans in and kisses your forehead. Your eyes meet when he pulls away, giving you the chance to take in his expression. His annoyance is still festering, but he’s visibly less tense than before.
“Now, go. I have to work.” He nudges you off his lap, forcing you to stand on trembling legs. You want to protest, but knew it would be pointless.
Besides, he let you fuck his leg, you got what you wanted. The knowledge that even when he’s mad, Rafe still pleases you, settles something warm in your chest.
And with that, you leave the office, walking down the hall and taking a left into the bathroom for a shower, secretly hoping he’ll join you in there too.
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a/n: i feel like ivy wolk when she said “i don’t know how to fuck.”
summary: you had been stressed with finals week, after your last final of the day, the one Sammie has been helping you study for, all you wanted to do is have your boyfriend praise you and give you attention. it seems like he’s busy on the game though, unless you distract him.
warnings: word count 4.3k, a bit of pouty, impatient reader! smut, thigh riding, p in v, teasing, masturbation, praise, needy!blackfemreader, pet names, dirty talk minors do not interact
a/n: i’m annoyed with myself how long it took me to get this out tbh (quite literally get this outttt of my drafts neowwwww) but i hope you enjoy it my lovelies, enjoy !!
this past week, you have been studying your ass off for finals, you were zoned in on your studies, and sammie helped you study for your chem final, quizzing you on vocab and practice questions. today was the day you took it, and you were confident; you studied everything you possibly could from the semester.
the classroom was crowded. the air heavy with suspense and the scent of number 2 pencils. you took a moment for yourself a steady breath to ground yourself. you remember all of sammie's practice questions all the reviews you did and the all-nighters you pulled. you moved through the final with confidence, you were focused as you had a pen and pencil, the scratching of the pen was the finality of your exam.
once you left there was a weight that was lifted off. the drive home was a relief. your mind finally able to take a break.
as you entered back into your shared apartment with sammie, you didn't hear much of anything, just the door you opened creaked. the apartment always had a soft glow to it, a peaceful and warm feel.
sammie doesn't hear you, how could he hear you when he has his headset on, door closed and talking to his friends. you sigh taking your shoes off and placing your purse on the holder.
you made your way upstairs into your shared room and as you entered the room you saw him, on the edge of the bed, his elbows leaning on his knees, he's hunched over a bit. wearing a black t-shirt and some plaid red and black pants, he looked comfortable, you thought. his headphones are on, just the one on the right pushed past his ear so he can hear what's going on around him.
you never got tired of looking at him, not really, he looked concentrated, his head turned to you as he heard the bedroom door open.
he looked at you briefly giving a light smile.
"hey baby, how was the final? he asked in a low smooth voice.
you give a light smile as you reply "I'm confident, baby, i believe i did good, all that shit you questioned me on was on the final.
he is nodding, but he isn't really listening. You can tell because you see and hear the PS5 controller clicking rapidly.
his head turns back to the game just as fast, talking in the mic "damn nigga, relax, I'm playing, don't worry about me, what you need to do is loot up, i got my shit."
a soft smile tugging at your lips as you headed toward the dresser, as you gather some comfy clothes, you leaned over to Sammie, pressing a sweet kiss on his cheek. he looked up as his eyes were bright and he caught your hand, gently pulling you closer, you knew what he wanted; he wanted a real kiss, and that is what you'd give him.
and just for a moment, the game was forgotten when your lips danced, until you heard his friend through the headset.
"nigga, i don't wanna hear all that mackin in my ear!" his friend yelled on the mic.
you rolled your eyes playfully and chuckling lightly, sammie grinned a bit shy, you leave him to play his match, making sure you had your clothes out before you headed to the bathroom.
as you head to the bathroom, turning the warm water on, the steam began to fill the room, fogging up the mirrors, giving it that sauna feel you loved. stepping into the shower felt like your own therapeutic time, the shower felt as if it was washing away all the stress of the exams that are now finally over, the late-night study session and all the tension that has been building up during this finals week, finally being released.
you started with your unscented soap, followed by your favorite body wash. any self care process was a time you cherished, the tension gradually leaving your body as the water ran down it.
once you were done, feeling all fresh and clean, you stepped out and patted yourself dry. back in the bedroom, Sammie is screaming at his friends. as you enter the bedroom the cool air hits your skin and you grab your lotion and light perfume and begin to moisturize.
after spraying your perfume you got into your nice, soft lounge clothes.
feeling all fresh and clean, you climbed onto the bed, crawling behind Sammie and draping your arms around his chest, leaning your chin on his shoulder. you can feel him smile, he tilted his head and pressing a sweet kiss on your arm.
you whisper into his ear, the ear that has the headset pushed to the side, that isn't covered by his headset.
"baby, how long you been on the game for?"
you watch his fingers moves on the controller, as he talks "uhhh, not long baby just a couple hours"
you nod as you hear his response, his focus remained locked on the screen, you leaned in and press a loving kiss on his neck, lightly whispering, "I've been missing you".
you hear his breath hitch, the clicking and movements of the controller slow down, he falters only for a moment, as he tried his hardest to focus on the match he was playing.
you take notice that he hasn't completely been swayed from the game, you need to switch things up, you sigh scooting over to sit right beside him, pulling one knee up to your chest and the other hanging at the end of the bed.
you wait a while because you know when he says "he's only been playing for a couple of hours," it's always way longer than that, he just wanted to continue playing.
so you stay patient and watch.
a small pout begins to form on your lips, as it's been a while now. 2 hours to be exact, and all you have been doing was watching him play and talk to his friends, you watch his avatar running and shooting with his friends, you loved video games too, you played them yourself, but you wanted his attention.
even when he is locked in, you can't help but admire and adore him, how the focused glow of the screen highlights the sharp lines of his jaw and makes his eyes sparkle more than they normally do. he looked fine as hell.
you look at him his face concentrated and contour and you smile he looks handsome as hell, and you let him know that too.
"you're so handsome," you murmured, your voice low but you know he would hear, as your nails scratch the back of his neck lightly.
he lets out a breath "thank you, baby".
the tension in his shoulders drop a little
he hears your tone the looseness in your voice, the need.
you drape one leg over his legs and kiss his ear, whispering things into his ear.
he covers his mic with hand.
"baby, chill" his voice low, strained a bit like he is holding back, he pleaded lightly but his eyes were still on the screen.
that isn't what you wanted, you wanted him looking at you.
"want you, bad" you murmured quickly and pressing a soft kiss onto his ear, knowing that would get some reaction.
you hear a groan escape him, his grip on the controller tightens, you don't hear what his friends are saying but you hear them talking and laughing through the headset, it seems like his homeboys demanded his focus, he moved to concentrate, he scoots away from you, creating a gap you didn't like.
that stung, a deep pout forming a bit of hurt claiming you.
"fine, have your game then not your girlfriend who wants and needs your attention." you say
he goes to speak to you but instead he responds to his friends saying "guys. guys move round back i'm coming, that motherfucka who killed me, he's hiding in that building let's get his ass"
weeks of exhausting finals and studying, you didn't want him as a tutor anymore. you didn't just want his presence, you wanted his true undivided attention. his arms around you, you wanted to sit on his lap and ride him, you would take anything at this point.
you wanted his cock in you or in your mouth, you didn't care, you want his hands on your face, his lips on yours, you wanted to be touched. you wanted to hear him say that he was proud of you and all of your hard work. you wanted his cock in every way, your stomach doing flips, and your soaked just at the thought, your pussy pulsating with need.
if he was so busy, you have to find another way to draw it out of him or deal with it, find the release you were looking for; you have to raise the bar to get him to break.
so you try again but this time it would be different.
as you make your way back to him, your chest pressed to his back, you watch him play the game and kiss his neck, but this time your hand was moving, caressing his chest, and your hands slowly make there was to his waistband
"he-hey baby what's-" he tries to question, but you aren't having any of it
"shhh, keep playing the game like you were before, keep talking to your friends, since you wanna be on the game so bad". you tell him sternly whispering in his ear , as you lick the shell of his ear.
he inhales, clearing his throat trying to ignore the feeling of your hand going down his pants and feeling the outline of his dick.
you rest your head on his shoulder as you watch him play, while your hand makes his way into his boxers.
he moves the mic away from his lips turning his head to you "b-baby, cmon this ain't fair i'm playing the-"
"and continue to play" you smile pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.
you wrap your hand around him. around the base of his dick
you hear the inhale he takes as he moves the mic back to his lips, hesitating to speak as you begin to move your hand slowly around his, feel the heft in your hand, you can feel him throbbing just a bit, and you can't lie that it puts a smile on your face.
he hasn't said a word, but you hear the muffled voice of his friends talking on his headphones.
you feel his chest inhale sharply has your hand begins to move faster.
"baby, i think your friends are talking to you answer them, think you need to move in the game you have been afk for a minute"
his breath shudders, you kiss his ear, the one that isn't covered by the headphone.
"l-last round guys" he announces in the mic he says clearing his throat trying to mask the noises he really wants to let out.
you smile, you continue to stroke him faster, feel him completely hard now and you ask him, you know just to tease him and get on his nerves
"last round, already?? there is three more to go, keep playing baby, play for me" you whisper, giving light kisses on his ear as you feel a little spot of pre cum forming on his tip, you move it around the head of him and he groans.
"uh- t-they are one me, the enemy is close- b..by" he lets out a weak call out to his friends.
"all i wanted was some time baby, but you were busy playing the game" you say as before you lick his ear "wanted time but you were busy on the game talking to your friends"
he nods, trying to turn his head over his shoulder to reach your lips and kiss you. you move back just a bit, not all the way, just enough that he can't reach your lips anymore, as they remained puckered, he frowns.
you put your hand under his chin and redirecting his focus back on the screen.
his hips jerk slighty trying to meet the thrust of your hand.
you won't let him cum. not like this. you just wanna get him started, you want him close.
you loosen the grip on your dick and get off the bed, moving in front of him, slowly going on your knees.
his eyes are practically begging you not to, you can tell by the way his eyebrows scrunch up. but you know from how he was throbbing in your hand and how he his breath quickened, you know he wants it.
you smiles as you caress his thigh, leaving sweet kisses on his thighs as you look up at him.
a devious smile on your face.
you hold him at the base of his dick and stroke lightly, as you kiss the tip and you feel the throb in your hand, his head down now looking at you, as your eyes lock you move forward your mouth completely swalling him, he groans, not talking as his hands barely move on the controller and his eyes are closed.
you slip out of his mouth and he sighs, a whine leaves his mouth. his mic still on. you looked at him and then turned back to the tv to see his avatar barely moved from where you last saw it.
"what? you done playing?" you ask innocently
his jaw clenches. and take a frustrated sigh, dick hard as hell throbbing as he clears his throat and talks into the mic
you stand up and straddle his thigh kissing his ear that isn't covered "mmm baby, tell me im a good girl". as you kiss his ear. "i wanna hear it, i've been missin you and i come home and your on the game, not paying attention to me"
sammie lets out a heavy exhale as he is having a hard time listening to his friends on the game, and you in his other ear, whispering to him how much you need him, and his dick, how badly you ached for him.
you begin to grind on his thigh.
"baby, please i missed you too i just-" his words die in his throat as he feels the wetness between your thigh.
“sammie i need you, please” you plead, kissing his neck
you lift your knees and grind on his thigh, you feel the flex of his muscles and you gasp, causing your back to arch and grind more. He throws his headset off and turns the game off, his hands immediately grabbing on ass.
“i got you baby, you need to use me? go ahead” he kisses you, his lips meeting yours and moving your hips against his thigh.
“you just couldn’t wait could you?” your hand slips around his dick, stroking him.
your head drops with your mouth parting, gasping.
“take these panties off” sammie groans as he is already pulling them down for you and you lift your hips, removing your soaked panties.
now your bare already wet clit is making contact with his flexed thigh and you hiss “ooou shit”
“mmmm, you’re so wet baby, these panties soaked and you just all wet for me”
all you could do was nod as you felt the pressure building up inside of you.
“stop that nodding shit, you wanted my attention so now i’m giving it to you, talk to me, answer me baby,” he says with a smile on his face as he move your hand from his dick, replacing his own hand.
“nnnggghh, i don’t know what you want me to say!” you whine as your hips move sloppier.
a devious smile creeps on his face “bout that final. how was it tell me what you remember?” he asks seeing the pout on my face
“no, t-that’s too much work” tears prick into your eyes. this was not a part of your plan. you did not want to think right now. you wanted to fuck.
“you’re my sweet. smart girl right? you got it” his sweet voice encouraging you as always
you don't answer as the words die from the pressure being stirred in your lower belly. your hips moving on there own. sammie watches you and sees that you are close, he places his hands on your waist, seeing that you aren't truly listening to him.
"baby, i want you to answer these questions for me, while you grind on me, you don't have to pleasure me right now this about you. can you do that for me?" he asked with a light smile on his face and his dick that throbbed.
"yes i can, please i'll be good, but i wanna please you too" you promise as you kiss him.
you hiss as he lifts you to straddle him fully now, your knees on the sides of his waist as he makes you hover over him lining you up with him.
"please-"
his hands find your clit as he rolls it "shhh, how does surface area influence reaction rate?"
your eyebrows furrow as he traced circles on your clit, your hands find his shoulders, you clench, you take his shirt off, and take your own off, throwing them somewhere behind you.
"what?" you ask confused on why he is asking your chem questions right now. at a time like this. where you are practically dripping on his fingers down to his dick.
"you heard me pretty, how does surface area influence reaction rate?" he asks again as his neck cranes to look up at you, watching your face
"uh, by increasing the surface area of reactant molecules, we increase the space or point of contact that the molecules have avaliab-"
he moves your hips down, as he eases only the tip into you, he knows what he's doing and he's getting a rise out of it.
"gimme" is all you can say. no, no, not say beg.
"finish the answer" he simply tells you as he is looking down at only his tip that has entered you.
you think quickly on what you were saying "um, ummmm, oh oh that the molecules have available to interact, that causes an increase in the rate o reaction!"
you know the answer is right and you want your reward.
you slam down onto him.
he groaned, "fuuucckkkk, baby," his hands immediately wrapping around you, caressing your back.
the sounds were obscene you heard how wet you were and you just didn't care.
"fuck, baby slow down, question fa-fu-for you, h-how does a -catalyst speed up a-ch-emical reaction?." sammie chokes out trying to focus on his question and the feeling of him inside you.
he holds your hips down making you sit down on his dick, taking him fully, you stay there for a moment needing to adjust to him.
"i wanna fuck, not answer questions i already took my final already" you whine kissing him, trying to lift your hips that he has pinned down to him"
"ffuck ! ok okayyy! uh a catalyst-" shit what do they do?? "umm they speed up a chemical reaction by f-finding an alternate pathway with a lower activation energy?' you answer, you answered as a question, not as confident in yourself.
sammie looks at you, his eyebrow quirking up and head tilting a little. "you sure? you don't sound so sure baby?
you lean your head on his shoulder, trying to level your body to get some friction and you hear the chuckle that leaves him
"baby, you sure that's the right answer? you ain't sound so sure?" he questions again, as he pecks your neck
he knows you get silent when you're thinking so he gives you a minute.
"okay okay!" you never liked feeling rushed, mixed with the pressure of him in you and him questioning you, its overwhelming.
"it finds the alternate pathway but with a higher activation energy?" you aren't sure, you just wanted to move at this point.
he lifts you up. holding you in his arms until your back meets the bed and he leaves your briefly but quickly returns. his dick filling you up deep inside. as is on top of you.
"ffuuck!" you exclaimed
"what did i say about second guessing yourself baby?" he looks you in your eyes as if he isn't fucking the shit out of you.
"not to" you quickly answer "i'm sorry, i'm sorry"
a smile finds his lips as his hips never stopping meeting yours, "i love you baby, my smart princess and i know you did good on your final, you were right the first time about the lower activation energy. never doubt yourself"
"you are so beautiful, so smart, fuck baby you feel so good" he praises you as he pound into you, causing your breast to jiggle just a bit but all you could truly hear was the praises he was whispering in your ear and the squelching sound he was making your pussy sound.
"s-sammie shhiit, i love you, i'm- mmmm gonna hngh!!, gonna cum baby!"
"i love you too, that's my pretty girl" he growls, as he spreads your legs wider and panting with need.
"mmmfucck, baby," you whine, with tears streaming down. your senses feel overstimulated, your clit, the sounds and sammie groaning in your ear.
"you gonna cum?, yeahhh, you bout to cum ain't you?." he growls with a grin on his face.
the pressure and pace is fast.
"you feel so good baby, this that smart pretty pussy feels like huh?" he mumbles under your breath, his tone has changed, its not even talking to you, he's talking to her. your pussy
"making all those noises cumming for me" he whispers.
"mmmphh" whimpering as you take everything he gives you "i feel you, you are so deep."
he kisses you, "c'mon, cum for me, you 're so messy look at all that." as he has one hand near your head, he takes his other hand and his finger makes his way towards your clit again. causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.
"you wanted my attention, baby, now look at yourself can't even take it," he pants.,
he wasn't far behind himself "shhiitt" he groans as his hips finally begin to slow down.
his lips meet yours again, and his lips meet your hairline causing you to smile.
"t-thank you baby" you manage to say as are catching your breath, he gives a weak nod, slowly pulling out of you.
"anytime baby," he says as his back hits the mattress, and he lies beside you.
"even on the game?" you ask with a playful smirk.
sammie chuckles, shaking his head, letting out a huff of breath. "even on the game" as he lightly kisses your forehead.
you give him a knowing smirk and press a final kiss on his cheek. you move closer to lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat. as you guys lay there for a while, catching your breath. the room was in a comfortable silence.
until you heard it ???
a faint, tinny tiny sound, it sounded tiny, muffled person almost.
you lift your head off of his chest, trying to listen to what the sound could be. as you tap sammie's bare chest, needing his attention on the matter, he peeks one eye open, looking at you, he mumbles, "what is it?". with a sense of relaxation in his voice.
with nothing else to say, you look around the room and get up from the bed and stare at the floor, no, no not the floor, what he threw on the floor, you pointed a shaky hand to his headset on his. sammie sees your face and grows concerned, as he gets up and looks at what you are pointing too.
you hear the muffled voices you thought sounded like angry smurfs were his friends he were talking to when he was playing the game.....on his headset.
you slowly look at him with a horrified expression on your face, and whisper, "sammie.. do you think they heard? did you ever mute?
sammie practically stared at the headset like it was a live grenade. "only one way to find out" he looks at you and picks up his headset, pressing one side to his ear and the mic to his mouth.
"yoo?" he says into the mic. wondering.
the sudden burst of his friends talking all at one. "we heard every damn thing since we've been playing." one of his friends say.
your eyes widen and you cover your mouth in embarrassment. wishing the floor would swallow you up right then and there.
sammie's jaw drops as he drags a hand over his face. "then why" he groaned into the mic "didn't y'all just leave the voice chat?!"
you hear one of his friends yell "well maybe you fucking forgot, but you are the party leader!!", he informs sammie "your avatar has been running into a wall the entire time, and we have called your phone and screamed for y'all, we ain't need to listen to the porno so we just turned our mics down and screamed until you guys would hopefully notice!"
one of his friends eric voice chimed in with a laugh "nigga y'all nasty as fuck, talking bout some chem, nahhhh y'all doing anatmoy and shit."
you groaned as you took a pillow and stuffed your face into it, wanting to hide. sammie turned his headphones off and returned to you, shaking his head and lying down.
you felt the bed dip just a bit as his body hit the bed, letting out a sigh as he shook his head, he looked over at you as your face was hidden in the pillow, he let out a bit of a chuckle.
"well at least they got a show" sammie joked shrugging his shoulders.
you turn to him slowly and smack him with the pillow, as you hear his full-hearted laugh pulling from him.
a/n & taglist:
i don’t know whyyyyyyy, this shii took me forever and a day! i was soo annoyed i stayed up at 3am adding more stuff to the end..i think that’s my problem 😭. but y’all let me know what y'all think.
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I've been laying on my bed for what feels like eternity. Turned to the nightstand to grab my phone. 21:53. Five more minutes passed. Fuck. Opened iMessage app, and still no news from Matt. Turned off my phone and threw it lightly by my side. He was recoding a car video with his brothers tonight, and told me he would come to my house right after it. I know this videos can take a while, I myself been part of them so I get it. But Matt promised me he would be here at 21, and normally I'm patient but today's different. I need him. I crave Matts's touch. Wanna feel him under me while I scream his name in pleasure. Wanna be able to pull his hair while he’s down on me.
Grabbed my phone again. Unlocked it and was already on his chat. 'Matt', i sent. 'are you coming?' And waited. No response. I groaned. Kept staring my selling when an idea enlightened me. I know what is going to make him look the phone immediately. Opened his chat again, but this time the camera function. Pushed the side of my panties up, in a way that I didn't need to take my pants off so it could be seen. Took a picture of it and wrote down below 'I need you so bad it hurts', sent. I know it's kinda lame, but I don't question my man's taste. He answered almost in the same time. 'On my way.' I chuckled.
After a while I heard key sounds, and my front door slamming. Haven't had any time to get up of my bed because Matt was already on me. "Heard someone's needy today." He said in a provocative tone. "Shut up." I answered and grabbed him by the neck. Our lips finally touched and I could feel Matt smirking. My hand went to his hair and his to my waist. He squeezed the area, and I panted in response. He lay down on top of me, his knees going between both my legs. I circled his waist and he pressed himself down. I could feel the hard bulge cause he was wearing sweatpants. Our cores touched. I let a small groan out, our lips still together. With that, Matt took the chance to put his tongue inside of my mouth. We both fought for dominance, our tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths. We parted due lack of air.
Opened my eyes only to see the boy's gaze on me. "I love when you're needy baby." Matt said breathless. I smiled and went in for another kiss.
now or never 💌 part two (SATORU GOJO x NEEDY!READER) 💘 part three
he's pissed!
she's just gonna go fuck someone else?!
heart pounding in his chest, fists clenched at his sides, he kicks the pile of shoes in front of him. 'fuck!'
he's running after her, but she's nowhere in sight. the sky far too happy for how he's feeling right now.
pulling out his phone from his pocket, he's texting her, panic-stricken.
let's talk
come back
i love you
don't do this to me
she's in her bed, cuddling with her cat. she doesn't even know what she wants. she just wants to know that he wants her forever. or at least, he wants her and only her. but she knows that already.
