#oc smut

[wisteria-bae]

When I’m reading a smut fic and tryna figure out what position they’re in

[roughpenalty]

“let him hear you”

garrett graham x reader (ft. john logan)

18+ minors do not interact.

details: pure smut. dirty talk. reader is hooking up with garrett, but knows logan has a crush on her & has been hearing them hookup and doesn’t mind it… part two here

garrett warned you early on how thin the walls are, and hooking up here just means you have to be comfortable with whoever might be hearing you. it is harder than you’d think to keep the volume down when he just knows all the right spots, but it never phased you.

that was until recently… the boys have been teasing you about logan’s crush on you. you thought they were making it up for a while, because he never acts on it. he knows you’re sleeping with garrett and he’d never interfere.

but when you leave garrett’s bedroom with swollen wet lips, blushed face, and smudged makeup- you catch the look on logan’s face in the living room and can’t seem to shake it.

garrett finds it amusing. you’ve tried to talk about it, but you know garrett knows more than he spills and brushes it off. he says it’s bro code. god forbid.

now when garrett’s fingers are toying at your clit, you can’t help but remember logan is right behind that wall. you try to forget about it, but it turns you on even more. i mean, two of the hottest guys in school listening to you orgasm at once… is it so bad to enjoy that?

“you’re thinking about him again…” garrett teases. your stomach flips, feeling exposed which is ironic considering you’re naked underneath him.

“i am not,” you defend, immediately blushing red.

“you get goosebumps every time you hear the slightest shuffle from his room.” he laughs.

“you’re the one who keeps bringing him up! your best friend pop in your head everytime your dick is hard?” you retaliate.

he chuckles at your remark, trailing his hands up and down your bare thighs. some men would take offense to this, snap back with some i’m not gay! insecurity. not garrett graham. he is sure of himself and can take a joke.

he has no insecurities when it comes to his sex life. he knows girls look at all of his friends, this doesn’t intimidate him. you’ve never asked if any of them have ever slept with the same girl before, but it wouldn’t be surprising.

“just remind me one more time you’re comfortable here…” garrett says, teasing his cock at your entrance. you know he loves a consent check, but it feels motivated.

“yes. always. now, please– fuck me.” you say, receiving a cocky snicker from him as he slams into you. he wastes no time knowing how wet you already are and how easily you take him in.

he groans at the feeling and sight of you. his cock fills you with an aching warmth, which you thought couldn’t get better until he started talking.

“for one, i don’t mind the whole house hearing what i do to you. i don’t mind if the whole fucking school knows,” he whispers in your ear.

you try to cover your mouth at the loud whimper you let out at this thought, but he quickly moves your hand away and pins it down into the mattress.

“you know he’s listening… and i know your body. it makes you so fucking wet. it’s okay with me, baby. let him hear you.” he reassures and at that, you officially lost it.

he picks up the pace thrusting into you roughly as you moan loudly, unashamed. the sweet sounds you make puts the cruelest smile in his face. his grip at your hips tightens, pulling you closer to make sure he hits as deep as possible.

“that’s it… let it all out.” he whispers as you whine, letting your body relax into pure bliss. you’ve never let yourself feel like this before, and you feel safe in his hands. even safe enough to think about such a crazy thought of both of them. “you sound so fucking hot.”

each thrust taps the headboard against the wall, making you shiver thinking about the other side of it. as your orgasm comes faster than it ever has, he quickly seals your fate.

“c’mon. be a good girl and cum for us.”

click here for part two

[miange1]

BOOTY SO BIG🌺

(lawd..have mercy)

pairing‧₊ ̊🍹✩ ₊ ̊🍉⊹♡. . . perverted bf x big booty(🤤) male reader

warnings𓂃 ོ⋆☀︎𓂃⛱. . . having gooning sessions , body worship , reader got a fat ass , spanking , purposely buying someone tight clothes , hinted himbo reader(heavily implied that reader is in fact a himbo. he doesn't need to be buff in your perspective tho he is got a nice ass), VERY cringe wording i refused to read over it, obliviousness, public-ish sex

background knowledge⋆. 𐙚 ̊🍋‍🟩♪⋆.✮. . . your boyfriend loved absolutely everything about you. especially your ass. loves the way it jiggles when you walk, loves

tag list🏷️. . . @dearestlitteleaf , @sillyvan , @s1llygo0s3 , @petrinholas , @marsttl , @haru1yoshi , @kanade-k7

notes. . . y'all im sorry again school is annoying and im always taking longggg naps on weekdays😔 i never proofread

he met you on a bad day. terrible day in fact. he only got half credit from his professors due to a late turn in, people were doing too much, he wasn't getting enough sleep, and his managers were such assholes at his job. he just needed a smoke, that was it.

what he had expected was to get his pack and go, smoke the cheapness of the cigarette filter when he got back outside. but what he hadn't expected was the see the finest man in existence to snap him out of his tiredness. you were real sweet for this time of the day too, all about "hi! welcome to the gas station, how many i help you?" bright and pretty smile on your face, gave him a little wave too. you were already cute, he was already captivated.

"i'll get uh.." he squinted his eyes a little. "camel brand please." he nodded, with a "you got it," then you turned around— good lord you turned around. he noticed the shape first, the way the back of your shirt rested at the top of your ass, tight and hugging that bit. then the way your pants had hugged the curve so damn good he felt himself salivate. then it was the way it moved, a small step making your cheeks jiggle subtly but very very noticeably. he took in a sharp breath, leaning on the counter as his hand covered his mouth.

"here you are sir," you handed him the pack, calculating the price. but no, not yet he couldn't leave. "ah..shit. im a fuckin' idiot i meant marlboro." he hated that brand. he tskd, handing the pack back to you and you reassured him it was no issue. his head went a little to the side, tongue licking at the top row of his teeth. yeah, watch you arch your back reeaal good and pop that ass out for him— "here you go! just need your ID please and that'll be 2.50." he gave an mhm, and gave you the things needed.

constant visits to the gas station turned into conversations on your break, to number and social exchange, then he was inviting you to his dorm room and holding a (ass)cheek with his tongue down your throat. he wasn't too subtle about it anymore if you could call his past little flirts subtle, though to you they definitely would be. he would smack your ass whenever you got up or walked in front of him, especially if it was up the stairs. he would give comments, squeeze real tight and bend his finger near your hole just to see you flinch and jump. it was cute.

it was even better when he fucked you, having you bent in front of him and each plap, plap, plap of skin drove him mad. his hand could be elsewhere yet his eyes would be fixated on the way your ass rippled with each thrust of his hips slapping into your skin.

you shivered, teeth clenching together hard enough to grind as your fingers gripped to the front counter you worked behind. the gas station apron you wore was loose around your hips, pants down to your ankles and back arched to perfection. his pupils dilated, hands squeezing at the fat flesh of your glutes as his hand lifted and— "ah!?" a harsh thwak echoed throughout the small store, your squeal of surprise even louder. "mhm.." he huffed through his nose, never stopping despite the very stinging burn pulsing through his lower back and hips.

"yeah, look at this ass bouncin' for me baby." your head turned back, embarrassment clouding your face completely because he was right. you could see the way your arch made the globes of flesh bigger and you could genuinely see it. you whined, flustered as ever and burying your face into your arms like that would erase it all. even worse was that you could feel it too.

"na-uh, don't be all shy with me now." he clicked his tongue, fingers coming to your hair and pulling so harshly that your scalp burned. "i said look. 'nd you gon' keep lookin' understand me?" you hiccuped, nodding your head as your glossy eyes flickered towards his hips pounding the ever loving hell out of you.

whenever he got you pants they wouldn't ever last long. he would buy you things all the time when he should be paying his tuition, yet each time he past the leggings section or jeans he just had to buy the entire rack of each.

"mh..this is..eugh–" your fingers looped around the jeans loops, your legs shuffling a little to try and get the waist line above the bottom part of your body but it just wouldn't go up! "this is a little tight.." he almost told you that was the entire point. you scoffed in annoyance, your toes tipping before you lightly jumped— fuck.

on about the fifth jump they popped on real quick. you huffed with accomplishment, buttoning and zipping up your fly. "alright! i got them on thankfully!" he nodded, standing up and turning you around to face the mirror again. your face dropped seeing his hands start to unzip the fly and unbutton the button. this asshole.

"i just got these on! you can't just take them off!?"

[2-dsimp]

Tw: MDNI NSFW, fem reader!

Imagine being in a long distance relationship with your snow leopard boyfriend. And the moment y’all meet irl Umae’s on you like white on rice. He takes you to his dorm room that looked like it was under construction.

From the angry claw marks on the walls, broken windows, questionable red stains, it was a personalized rage room. Aside from his nesting area he made with the used panties and clothes he begged you to mail his way in boarding school.

He gently tossed you onto his den muscles rippling as he hunched over you. You noticed scattered pocket pussies that looked to be broken from rough use.

You happened to grab one that was recently broken in, a finger swiping to collect some of his thick cum. And he had the audacity to look all embarrassed nosing his snout to the crook of your neck. His long spotted fluffy tail thumping upon the floor as he let out soft chuffs.

“Umae, you broke our promise… you couldn’t wait a week till I came back to empty your loads huh?” You tsked, feigning disappointment as you lightly tugged on his round ear, eliciting a throaty groan from your hunky leopard hybrid.

“M’sorry little spot, my rut came early I had to use those or my cock would’ve broke under my swollen knot.” Your feline boyfriend would sniffle, looking all defeated. Though his hips betrayed his earnest apology rutting his fat furry bulge against your scantily clad mound.

“I know I did something really bad, forgive me for being a horny dummy, I can make it up to you I promise…” Umae murmured needily, his big beaned clawed hands making biscuits at your chest, playing with the malleable flesh.

“I can smell the heat on you, your tummy is feeling empty right?” He’d pant desperately, his sheath hanging low and his pink heavy shaft was already peeking out. To happily greet his favorite hole from such a long hiatus.

“If you’d only let me, I can stuff you full again just like you’re always meant to be, pretty please my owner?” You could smell the musky stench permeating the air, Umae looked so adorable despite being a giant hulking snow leopard. Who could easily crush you underneath his weight and snuff you out from the fluff puffed out upon his chest. But he was trembling doing his best to hold back from just taking you right then and there…

You suppose you had to give your big fur baby some nip once in awhile for good effort.

[theghostofcoldramen]

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄

➜ 𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 - Running a Saloon is no easy task. You keep gaining the attention of many interesting figures; namely, a quiet yet cocky outlaw, who has no problem being chased. He especially had no problem, fucking you while on the run.

𝜗𝜚 word count: 2k , [art cr: k4enyu on twt]

★ ⋮ 𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀 ⸝⸝ : explicit content +18 MDNI , f!reader x emo!cowboy , strangers to lovers , one night stand , riding/cowgirl (duh) , unprotected p in v sex , creampie , exhibitionism , dirty talk , corny dialog , subtle back and forth

You've always had a magnet for trouble around these parts; You've never been the type to back down.

In the small dry town, You've managed to occupy a simple yet entertaining life under the beaming sun and above the dirt paths. You ran the Saloon, where you've encountered your fair share of problems. From rowdy drunkards, to persistent Casanovas, you've learned who to approach and who to stay away from.

The Sun was high in the sky, signaling to you that it was almost noon right about now, and that usually a rush of patrons would arrive in the next hour. Other than that, It was relatively quiet around this time, until you heard the old creek of the swinging wooden doors.

"Welcome." You greeted instinctively, not even sparing so much as a glance up to see who came in. You knew everyone in town; it came with the territory. And if it was a new face, you never care enough to truly start some conversation. So you keep yourself occupied with the clear glass in your hand, cleaning it to prepare for that afternoon rush.

There wasn't any response which was to be expected, as the old floors let out whines with each heavy footstep. When the customer sat on the barstool in front of you, your eyes finally moved up to be met with dark ones.

Truth be told the first thought that crossed your mind, 'woah, this fella is mighty fine.' The second being 'how is he not hot wearing all dark clothing at this time of day?' But you refrain from vocalizing those thoughts. "So, what will it be, hm?" You ask casually.

"... Somethin' strong." The man answered after a moment of thinking about it, his eyes never leaving your figure.

You raise an eyebrow at his almost exhausted tone, not only that but the way he looked at you in return. I weren't sure if you label him as another pervert or a drunk fuck just yet. Nevertheless, you turned to fix him a drink. "It ain't even noon, and you're already having a bad day?" You shot back,

"Eh, something like that."

The Saloon fell quiet once more, with the exception of the sound of alcohol hitting the glass. You took the moment to glance at him once more, assessing; his long dark wavy hair, his equally dark eyes that were shadowed by the rim of his hat. If you were better off, you'd probably send him away just with how suspicious he looked, but then again you were confident in your ability to handle yourself. You've made it this far afterall, and more importantly, money is money.

You skillfully slid the drink over to him, and hummed your usual two cents, "Well, chin up, no point in sulking all day."

You watch him raise the glass to his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing with the few large gulps he took. After, he set the drink back down and let out a sigh, almost as if that drink was exactly what he needed, before he smirks, his voice low, "Yeah? Well, ain't you a sweet thing? Worrying about me."

You ruffled at the comment. You couldn't even tell if he was being sarcastic or making a sorry attempt to flirt with you.

You were about to shoot back with a comment of your own when you heard shouting from outside. It sounded like faint arguing; something along the lines of, "I haven't seen anything!" "Don't lie!"

Your body tenses up at the commotion; something wasn't right.

As troublesome this small town was to you, you've never dealt with anything too serious, aside from dealing with romantic advances from old drunks. But looking out the window it looked like the local sheriff and other town folk were outside, and that was bad news to me.

"Shit." You hear the man grumble, kissing his teeth in annoyance rather than urgency. Paying no mind to the chaos outside, he looks at you rather calmly, "You got somewhere I can lay low for a bit?"

Your head whips back to the cowboy, confusion written all over your face. You couldn't comprehend how he could be so calm, and more importantly how he could ask something like that right now. Your thoughts were running a mile a minute, and before you could even think whether or not you should even answer, he was already moving.

"Hey! Y-you hold on-" Your voice was swiftly cut short, his hand grabs a whole of your wrist, (as if you BOTH had somewhere to be) his gaze fixed on his goal: the closest right behind the Saloon's bar table. To him it was the perfect place to hide out until the authorities gave up their search. To you, it was a disaster waiting to happen.

Next thing you knew your chest was pressed against his, as you were pulled onto his lap in the dimly lit storage closet, far too small for both of you to get some space from each other. You could smell the sharp scent of alcohol clinging onto him along with a faint smell of dirt and grass.

You open your mouth, only to get cut off once again, with him squeezing your thigh, his expression focused on the closet door ahead, listening carefully. If you strained your ears enough you could hear the continuation of shouts from outside over the sound of your own combined heart beats and breathing.

The close proximity you found yourself in was unlike anything you've ever experienced. You have been able to de-escalate bar fights and subtly protect others in your own way, but this... this finally answered what you should be labeling him as,

He finally had enough of listening for the source of this predicament and glazed back down at you, with a lazy smirk, "So, I guess we're stuck here for a while."

Yeah he was definitely a pervert.

Your eyes narrowed onto him, clearly he wasn't as stressed about the situation at hand more than he probably should. Even worse was that you got roped into this, "Now who's fault is that?" You huffed quietly, trying to find anywhere else to look. "Are you always this impulsive?"

The cowboy only snorted softly, his large hand resting on the small of your back, bringing you impossibly closer, whispering in your ear, "Heh, sorry, darlin. Didn't think they'd keep chasing me." His warm breath tickled the shell of your ear, and sent a shiver down your body. You couldn't help but squirm involuntarily, grinding down on his lap.

His hands tightened their hold around you as he let out a muffled groan against the crook of your neck, "Mhm... let me make it up to ya." He mumbles in that low southern draw, before his hips buck upwards, just once, a silent offer. He claims it's for you but, the proximity reminded him just how deprived of physical touch he was.

Always on the road, wild and free, yet no one to satisfy that insatiable hunger, that natural human desire.

The small space suddenly felt unbearably hot with tension and need. You were starting to feel affected too, especially with his stiff bulge rubbing against you.

Common sense tells you to simply leave him and report him to the authorities for whatever crime has him being hunted down.

But you were in a similar position, with work at the Saloon all the time, and that stubborn refusal to take a break, you were just as pent up as he was.

Your hands grip on to his clothes tightly, your throat feeling like sandpaper from anticipation. Common sense suddenly flew out the window. The deliberate roll of your hips, desperately searching for the friction your clothed pussy needed, and you just managed to choke out a reply, "I-I... Please..."

The dark haired man lets out a satisfied moan, as he kisses your neck feverishly as his hands roam around your waist. Your hands grip onto his shoulders for support, as you tilt your head to the side, allowing him to go further.

His hands trail down to the waistband of your flared jeans, slowly tugging them down like the tease he is. His slowness only edges you on, your panties probably soaked beyond belief while you undo the buckle of his belt.

Like a game of tug or war, clothing was thorn off of each other's bodies; the tension that lingered in the air, sharply rose as your lower halves were increasingly growing more bare.

Just as you were about to sink onto that man's hard throbbing cock, the world had its own plans, as the voices that seemed so far away suddenly grew closer.

Your body froze. You had practically forgotten all about the sheriff who was looking for the man you've gotten yourself involved with. You were internally panicking, and yet when you looked back at him he seemed so calm it was almost annoying.

With a confident look, he leaned closer, his hands gripping your hips, "What? You scared, darlin? He whispered, his voice dripping condescendingly.

"You can take it can't you? Just gotta be quiet 's all."

The way he spoke as if it was some challenge, definitely made you more competitive.

Voices muffled in the distance, made the fact that law enforcement could find the two of you in here, in this position, more obvious. However, if only made your body heat up with need, your pussy aching; begging to be filled.

Finally, you braced yourself, as your slick hole slowly took the length of dick.

Your warm insides were already fluttering around him, trying to accommodate to the size. You had to bite your lip hard enough to stop the filthy noises that would have escaped otherwise.

"Yeahh, atta girl.." he groans softly, letting you adjust. He wasn't bothered by the risks this posed but rather, more excited by this fact.

His thumb rubs the plush of your thigh, almost conforming before whispering in your ear, "Come on, fuck me." He leaned back afterwards, giving a clear expectation; he wasn't going to give you what you wanted, you had to earn it.

"B-bastard... Mmm Fuck-" You whimper and complain, and yet you wasted no time lifting your hips before nesting right onto his cock again.

You keep up your pace, a pattern of feeling empty before being filled so deep, again and again, driving you insane. The sound of slapping skin and wetness starting to be your focus rather than the search going on outside the closet.

The cowboy, watching you riding on his cock so desperately lets out rough grunts, feeling your tight warm walls around him, squeezing on every time you manage to take it deeper, "Look at you... taking me like this..."

"Maybe I should come back again... and ngh- fuck ya over that bar table.. Bet you'd like that." He muttered.

You cunt clenches around him, starving for more stimulation. After what he managed to whisper into your ear, staying quiet was nearly impossible. The voices were still oblivious to what was occurring behind closed doors as they spoke.

Your thighs burn and tremble as you bounce up and down on his cock, the smell of sweat and sex filling the closet. You felt his tip press against that sweet spot that was enough to extract a sharp gasp from you, "Ah! Nghh..."

The gasp echoes through the closest, and you immediately halt your movements.

Your folds flutter around his dick in protest of your pause, yet you were holding your breath, hoping that no one heard that.

The dark haired man watches you tense up and listen to see if they would get caught, but the stillness made him restless.

After a beat of silence, his hands grab a firm hold on your hips and lift you up and back down, watching his cock disappear into your cunt, feeling your ass smack against his pelvis.

"Wh- Mmm...! what if they hear-"

"Don't care. Just- let me give this pretty pussy what she wants..."

Your breath is nearly stolen from you, with every time he pushes your body onto it. Your heart stutters in your chest as you feel a swirling knot in your stomach. Your brain feels like it's becoming mush as your pussy squelches with every deep thrust.

As he feels you tightening around him, he grits his teeth, desperately trying to hold back. Bouncing you off of his length, he looks up at your cock-drunk expression.

He knew you were getting close, and he wanted it all, to witness you fall apart because of him.

"C-cumming...! Don't stop... please!" You were already seeing stars, your eyes rolling back as the sound of your moans, and the plaps of skin smacking against skin fill the room. With one last thrust, you were coming apart, your walls tightening around him as you rode out your orgasm.

"That's it... cum for me sweetheart." He groaned, but the dark haired man didn't let off. Instead, he started bucking his hips into you, causing that pleasure he was seeking as you came down on him. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, you hold on to him as he finally spills his warm cum into your hole, gritting through his own orgasm, "S-shit... so so tight..."

The closet fell quiet, once filled with the sounds of intimacy now filled with heavy breathing as you try to catch your breath and come down from your high.

You found yourself clinging on to his body, refusing to let go after a vulnerable experience, as you buried your face into his shoulder, "S-so full..." you whined, more to yourself than anything.

Your voice coming out muffled, but he didn't seem to mind, as he held you close just as tight. Despite his exhaustion he still had the energy to comment, "Yeah..? Guess I did a good job then."

You huffed, but didn't say anything in return, letting the quiet moment play on. Almost too quiet now that you think about it. As if you were forgetting about something.

The closet door finally cracks open.

Your heart stops. That's what slipped your mind.

You didn't truly think anyone would find you, and in definitely not while you had an outlaw's dick still balls deep inside you. This was a harsh punishment practically waiting to happen.

You slowly turn your head to meet your awaiting doom.

Your eyes locked on to the sheriff: his eyes wide, drops of sweat falling down his forehead as he swallowed. Hard.

And as your gaze flickers down, you were met with a sight you certainly wasn't expecting either:

A huge tent in his pants, the tip drenched in precum. He was also hard.

Behind you, the outlaw simply smirks at the sight as his length swells inside you. Great, now he was hard again too.

It was clear that your day was far from over.

➜ oc , choso kamo , levi ackerman , geto suguru , shota aizawa , hitoshi shinsou , giyu tomioka , l lawliet , and your favs!

a/n : this started off as a joke(YEEHAW) but, boy did i get carried away. 😅 I hoped you enjoyed the little plot twist (?) Should I make a part 2?? 👀

[r0tandh0ney]

James Thomas Tyler P✰rnlinks (OC) 📂

🗒️:This post contains links to sexually explicit videos on Twitter (x), don’t look at this post if you are under the age of 18 or uncomfortable with the material being shown.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

𝟎𝟏 — Pregame Quickie

𝟎𝟐 — Night After He Won A Hockey Gama

𝟎𝟑 — Fucking in the locker rooms

𝟎𝟒 — you told him you wanted breakfast

𝟎𝟓 — After Game Worship

𝟎𝟔 — When You’re Being Bratty and He’s Annoyed

𝟎𝟕 — After Your First Date

𝟎𝟖 — When You two are staying at a hotel

𝟎𝟗 — spending the night

𝟏𝟎 — Stressful Day and Just Got Home

𝟏𝟏 — Trying out Missionary

𝟏𝟐 — a video he sent you while away from home

𝟏𝟑 — another video for your birthday

𝟏𝟒 — What you do on his birthday

𝟏𝟓 — in his car before he had practice

𝟏𝟔 — having a midnight walk and you two got horny

𝟏𝟕 — he’s hungry and the food is otw

𝟏𝟖 — trying rough sex when he’s angry

𝟏𝟗 — him giving you the princess treatment

𝟐𝟎 — trying out his breeding kink

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[lilacxquartz]

part two of monster fucker march: demon jester m!oc x f!reader;

for as long as you had lived, the king never allowed you to venture into the dungeon. then, when you were old enough to handle whatever truth there was, you decided to find out what was so bad • themes: yandere oc so he’s written in that kinda way, plot before the main course, he has good intentions but he’s a demon so he comes off as manipulative, kissing, smut, dubcon before the memory hits — w.c: 3.6k • on ao3

For as long as you could remember, your father, the King, had always spoken of the world as though it had belonged to you; everywhere from the highest tower to the faintest trickle of a river, everything indeed, except for the dungeon right below the castle.

It was a firm decision that was made early on, and he refused to ever answer anything more about it. Whenever you would bring up the topic later on in life, his voice changed into something colder, simply telling you that:

“There is nothing for you in there,” and then, that would be the end of it, until—

You grew up.

Given how your childhood had to unfold, you learned early on that silence was safer than defying him and everyone else in the castle head-on. You could learn a whole lot more just by listening rather than challenging those set in their stubborn ways, and so, while others your age demanded to know why, why, why something was the way it seemed, you digested any procured knowledge in silence. You became good at reading faces, body language and intentions.

Courtiers grew fond of calling you shy, and servants spoke of you as a gentle and withdrawn, if not shy, girl. You were easily favoured by the castle as kind-mannered and obedient, even if, deeper down, you did not feel that way. Just about everyone mistook your demeanour as weakness, someone to marry off eventually, because goodness, you were favourable.

Even if all the while, those very same people who watched you grow up and claimed to “know” you, never quite realised that this was intentional from the moment you could not shake off the curiosity of what was down there.

You picked up easily over time, how the guards would shift posts and when and where, and who would replace them on the next assigned shift. You paid extra attention to which corridors were avoided after sunset and which rooms the castle did not care for. Or how, sometimes specifically, the stairwell behind the tapestry was always watched by someone at least, making it the less than favourable route to take.

It was later, more recently, from one of your knights that you heard in passing, who finally shed some further light on the truth of what was right below.

“Just don’t see the point anymore,” your most trusted sword yawned out.

His partner shifted in his armour. “Of what?”

“Of guarding that place,” he followed up. “She’s probably forgotten all about it by now, anyway, so the old man’s just being needlessly paranoid, isn’t he? Besides, prisoners don’t go there anymore, since it’s straight to the yard with ‘em and it’s just empty space.”

You took in the news quietly, trying to make sense of it. If it were empty, then why was there such a big deal being made out of its secrecy? You could not fathom the logic behind the reason, and then, just a couple of weeks later, an opportunity to investigate the space opened up:

A banquet was to be hosted at the castle, which meant that a distraction could be formed. You hated those things even if you pretended you didn’t. Mostly, you just disliked exercising the idea that being confined to this place was anything less than thrilling. You hated talking to others your age who visited, also bearing the crown to where they had travelled from. You ended up not liking a single suitor who was picked out for you, which led you to the reputation that not only were you meek and reserved, but that you were difficult, too.

You’d show enough interest to stop the court from pestering you, sparing yourself the lectures from your father, only for anything beyond to fall flat from the exact moment they might attempt to woo you.

For others, however, it made you highly desirable, leaving you in a complex position.

You were expected to attend this party, too, and your father had even brought up—hope strong in his voice—that you’d perhaps, finally, at your grown age, find someone you liked. This was not on the agenda, though. Early on, you claimed that the noise made you nauseous, and you feigned feeling faint, which allowed you the reason to break away early on.

It was easy enough to avoid your knights, and especially all of the guards scattered around the castle. For the most part, they were all distracted. Your most trusted sword was stationed at the foot of the stairs leading to the banquet hall, ensuring that nobody could follow you, while the second in command was busy stuffing his face.

You, all the while, managed to finally slip past and into the dungeon tower, gulping thickly as you were granted the descent down the winding stairs. You ended up hating the way it spiralled, and so, even if you didn’t truly feel sick just before, you certainly did now.

When you finally managed to reach the bottom of what felt like a passage that spiralled on forever, you finally came to a stop. Cells bearing iron bars filled out the perimeter, but the cuffs and chains that sprouted from the cobbled walls were long rusted with disuse. Each cell was empty, and every gate was open. There was, just as the king had spoken, nothing there.

You turned on your heel to leave, feeling almost… disappointed?

Only then, to have heard the undeniable shifting of fabric—of a breath shuddering out—of a foot scuffing on the stone floor.

You turned around right away, expecting it to be your mind to have been playing tricks on you, only to be met with a life-size puppet now occupying one of the cells, staring right at you. Strange, you thought, you did not hear the door close, let alone the lock settle, but sure enough, it was there. Rich, yet dull fabric clung to their frame, displaying once vibrant colours that were now worn out from time. A ruffled collar sat around their neck, and small bells hung from their hat, ankles and wrists.

This was just… a puppet, right?

You stepped a little closer, taking in the painted smile that was drawn across its face and the dark crescents that marked its eyes, giving it an almost mocking exterior.

Then, their head tilted, causing you to gasp and take a step back.

“Finally,” it spoke, its tone kind and almost loving. “Finally, you have come back to me.”

You didn’t reply as it talked, backing away until you hit the cold stone wall.

“I have been waiting so long for you,” it added anyway. “So patiently. So faithfully.”

You blinked.

“Had the curiosity become too hard to ignore?” it asked, sounding almost amused.

Finally, you managed to say something.

“W-what…” you started, but then cleared your throat. “Who are you?”

The puppet shrugged casually.

“Someone you know, silly,” they replied as if it were obvious. “Don’t you remember me?”

You shook your head in response.

Their smile faltered, somehow, as if it had been erased.

“Then, my, oh my, it has been a long, long, long time,” it said wistfully.

Your head tilted. “What has?”

“Oh! Everything,” they replied, their smile creeping back onto their face. “For you see, once upon a time, long, long ago, I was the court’s jester, lonely and true, and goodness, I was in love with a girl that as fate had it, I could never pursue.”

It folded its hands behind its back, beginning to pace the cell, although its footsteps were quiet and made no sound.

“A crown above and bells below, such stories never end of how one dreams of them doing so,” it went on before abruptly stopping, stepping towards the cell and curling its wooden fingers around the bars. “A princess so royal and a jester so loyal, and yet never allowed to be.”

It pulled at the bars, its voice rising with volume and pitch—

“And so off went my head, rolling clean and spilling red…”

It quietened down just as quickly.

Its voice was now no more than a mere whisper.

A painted tear rolling down its masked face.

“Away went my darling, finding solace in poison instead, as lovers do, when…!all hope is… dead.”

You tried to walk away all the while as they spoke of their tale, the action executed almost by instinct, but no matter how far you would go, all that you felt was cold stone pressing against your back. The realisation grounded you, reminding you that this was all somehow real and not a dream.

The jester’s—the puppet’s—whatever they were—eyes softened as they looked at you, opening the door to the cell effortlessly, as if it had never been locked at all.

“But no fear,” they assured gently, walking up to you, “for souls are such… stubborn things; they wander, and they die, and then, they… come back.”

“What are you—” you started, only for it to keep going—

“Except for mine; I came back all sorts of wrong— a demon, it seems—for loving too deeply, for kneeling too… proud.”

Then, after a pause.

“Unlike my princess, who has found her way back to my heart,” it added, extending its fingers to brush along the trembling skin on your cheek, “back to me.”

You blinked.

“Me?” you asked.

It laughed at your surprise.

“Oh yes,” it confirmed, pressing itself further against you, close enough that you could smell something and distinctly metallic in the air that seemed to cling to it. “You have her eyes,” it observed. “The very same quiet fire within, the same careful light,” then, it lifted a finger, tracing the air without touching you further. “Her wit, her patience, her way of listening more than speaking.”

Its hand rose, and two fingers slipped right beneath your chin, tilting your head upward, and while you gasped, somehow, you did not resist.

“Even her taste for all things vanilla and spice, on skin that never quite sees the sun,” it added. “Tell me, my princess,” they added a moment later, their tone ripe with amusement, as if anticipating hearing your answer. “Have you loved anyone in this life?”

You reluctantly shook your head.

The puppet smiled.

“Right, because your suitors were obligations,” it suggested. “I should imagine that your heart longs for something much more substantial than being married off as mere political fodder.”

You hesitated, not quite too sure. “Well, I suppose?”

The thing in front of you stepped back just once, the courtesy of their actions almost intimate.

“Curious,” it remarked. “But do tell me, princess. Are you afraid of me?”

The abrupt change of topic once again disoriented you and left you feeling even more unsteady on your feet. You could not form a good response no matter how you tried, and yet, still, somehow, you could tell by the way this puppet was acting that it did not mean any real harm. At least not to you.

You ended up shaking your head.

Then, slowly, as if in response to that, its finger elongated, and its bones shifted from wood to something organic, presenting a soft, wet crackling sound. Instead of fingers painted into chiselled spears, it bore now pointed claws. Its eyes darkened, too; the once-painted smears almost glinted as though it had a soul. Finally, its lips parted, tying it all together that beyond its flat mask, there was something more insidious beneath, and it had very real, glistening teeth.

“Even now?” it challenged you.

You gulped thickly and shook your head again.

“And yet,” it whispered, pain flooding its voice, “you still don’t remember me?”

Hurt sparked in its eyes. “A shame, truly, because I waited centuries for you,” it revealed, tilting its head at an unnatural posture. “We were more to each other than mere strangers, just so that you know.”

Before you could stop it, it closed the distance suddenly, pressing its lips against yours. In the brief moment that it connected with you, something exploded within your mind like a memory, giving way to a life that felt as though it belonged to you, although not the one you were currently experiencing.

“Hold onto it,” it pleaded, its tone laced with something longing and aching. “Don’t you dare let go.”

It moved in even closer, daring you to remember more as its fingernails dug into the soft flesh of your skin, its body radiating a heat so unnatural that its puppeted body almost felt real, and despite the fear you felt, somehow, you leaned into the touch—finding that it felt familiar—that it felt right—

“Those suitors that they’ll keep on sending your way will never understand you as I do,” it spoke to you, its touch growing needy. “I know what makes you laugh,” it promised, its hand moving to tangle around your scalp, “of what makes you ache with what you won’t admit to anyone else,” it added. “I know what kind of dreams you have at night and the thoughts you have that make your whole face flush and your body—” it gasped, “ache for things you don’t even understand.”

Its hand was on your breast now, cupping the soft and pliant flesh with such reverence but also possession, the wooden thumb tracing circles around your nipple. You gasped under the pressure, not understanding why your body was leaning into its touch so well.

Then it kissed you once more, and something else surged past—

Revealing you standing in a bright stone courtyard, with sunlight spilling across the decorated floors. You wore a heavier skirt then, and your hair was much longer. There was laughter nearby, and when you turned, someone was bowing dramatically in front of you, their hand taking yours and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

You remembered a painted smile against real skin, matching clever eyes and bells that chimed softly as he moved, looking profoundly ridiculous. But god, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world felt truly magical back then.

Visions flooded you of him juggling fruit just to make you laugh and to purposefully trip over his own two feet whenever he knew you were looking his way. You could feel his fingers brush against yours whenever he handed you ribbons and flowers and trinkets and—

Goodness, you even remembered sneaking into the courtyard at dusk, with him waiting right in the middle with a bundle of wildflowers tucked behind his back.

The kiss deepened, and the memories came in faster; of him dancing barefoot in empty halls as he whispered jokes—crude ones, mind you—behind muffled sleeves; his voice low and quiet—

“I remember,” you finally confessed, and at that, his fingers dipped lower, finding the wetness between your legs as the anticipated recognition had finally surfaced at long, long last.

His words came out breathless after, his eyes locked on yours as he guided himself in between your legs—no longer protesting, and dare he even acknowledge—feel you welcoming him inside. Was this trickery? Or was this something else? It felt right to accept him, whatever it was, to let in the memories—to let him in—to feel him—

“I know you so well,” he promised, “because a stranger would not know what makes you writhe the very same way, nor could they—” he added, pushing himself further in, stretching you completely, “—know how to make your cunt clench like this; no, no, your soul remembers, your soul knows.”

Indeed, you had: you remembered not just of the fleeting glimpses but so much more. From the feeling of him, yes, but also to the devastation that he left behind. You remembered being loved so thoroughly in ways that something arranged could never fulfil. You remembered your wedding night and the look in his eyes as he strummed a wistful tune on his gittern, watching you walk down the aisle. You remembered being taken by someone you did not love, sharing a bed far too large, and on the same night, hating that it was not he who made love to you, dreaming of him the whole time.

You remembered it all; yes, god, yes, from sneaking out of your newly shared bedroom as a queen, finding Patch, your loyal jester, and how he fucked you properly and made you cum, finishing up what the other sorry excuse of a man could not do.

You remembered as he pounded into you—

—As you screamed out his name—

—Not your husband’s, down the hall.

You blinked, your eyes glimmering with reverence and hurt and love and awe as it all came flooding back, your hold on him tightening, returning to kiss him the exact way as before, as he kissed you back—his tongue slipping and catching against yours—his hips sawing back and forth, surrendering to the reunion that he had long been denied for centuries by now.

In turn, your own body rolled in arching circles as he held you up against the wall, even as your form leaned into his—his form feeling gradually more and more human—more and more real—the tighter you held on. You could feel as he stretched you and made love to you in the exact way you liked it, even if in this life, this was something new.

But he was right.

Your soul remembered.

Your soul knew.

“I have waited so long for you to remember,” he shuddered as his thrusts grew rapidly erratic, as his pleasure rose to blinding bliss. “For you to finally have the sense to come here, and fuck,” he gasped, “free me of this curse.”

He then redoubled his efforts, holding onto you with nearly a crushing force, gasping and rasping and yet still desperate for more. He pulled back ever so slightly, his hands coming to reach and cup around your face so that you could see the worship in his eyes.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

“Yes, Patch,” yes—”

Then, after a gasp.

“I always have.”

At the sound of his name, he just about melted away into you, his body succumbing to the recognition alone. He grinded harder into you, catching onto the spot that always made you whine with something primal, that made you come undone, spilling into your core with something that—given his form—should have been impossible, and yet, it wasn’t.

It all tightened from the depths of your core until it felt right to let go.

As he, too, came down from his high, and as you did, too, from yours.

He then asked, perhaps as a promise—

“Will you stay with me, princess?” he asked. “Will you choose me for eternity? Even if it’s dangerous to do so— Even if they’ll find us out yet again, and kill me—kill you—even if it’s wrong, even if—”

“Yes,” you said, seeing genuine and utter hope flood his face.

He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, his voice suddenly light.

“Good,” he murmured, “because I will never be letting you go again.”

You then blinked, being plunged into the darkness, as the sense of something uneasy overwhelmed you. Not too far away, you could hear footsteps rapidly close in from around you, spiralling down the tower. The dungeon was no longer so dimly lit, either, but burning bright with closing in fire, and despite your dress and your body initially being in tatters and bruises and marks—everything else was back to normal—as though it had never happened at all.

Was all of that a dream?

Your knights found you in a hurry, swooping you up and carrying you back up to the surface of the castle.

Your eyes drooped shut, and you fell asleep—

Only to awake in your bed, with your father standing at the foot, his voice sharp with anger and accusation.

“What were you thinking?” he demanded, barely giving you time to wake up.

A lie crept out of your lips, the night catching up to you.

“Guess I wanted to rebel just a little,” you meekly admitted. “Stole a bit of the wine and I think I just… wandered away.”

At that, however, his anger softened, coming to look at you like you were just a normal girl, sighing heavily, leaving you be for the time being.

You always did get away with lying too easily.

And as he left, your two knights remained, bursting out laughing from the second that he was out of earshot.

“Next time you want to do something like that, invite us,” one of them suggested.

“Right,” the other said. “Spare us the heart attack, and our heads.”

You smiled faintly, but then, just a moment later, your father had returned, and everyone—including you, of course—straightened up.

“Also,” he spoke. “Another addition to the roster,” he said, stepping aside to reveal another knight. “To keep you in line.”

“But I already have—” you started, blinking between your two swords.

“For your own safety,” he interrupted.

Just as you were about to pout, however, the newest knight stepped in, and you heard his voice, your attention successfully caught, finding that he sounded familiar, like someone you knew far too well.

“Princess,” he greeted you with a nod.

You glanced up then, your words falling flat, catching a glimpse beyond what lay in the helmet: dark hair and dark eyes, glinting with timeless adoration, settled right on you.

“Do you… object to this arrangement?” the knight asked.

Your heartbeat faltered, remembering the promise you made in the dungeon, of the curse that you broke, or worse yet, manifested.

“No, you admitted softly. “I do not have a problem at all.”

He smiled, knowing that he had you forever now.

That you would never slip from him again.

(For not even in death, would you ever part.)

[obsessedwrhys]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Dirty Secret

ᯓ★ your best friend fucks you in your boyfriend's room. Cheating, sm_t, no names used, college setting, dirty talking, degradation, cunnilingus, no protection, reader is fem!

ᯓ★

You knew it was a bad idea to be cheating on your boyfriend.

If it wasn't worst enough that your boyfriend loves you wholeheartedly, you're also cheating on him with your best friend.

The same best friend he trusts you to be around with.

That's how you found yourself stressing in the library instead of studying for finals with your boyfriend, who's literally just beside you with headphones on. As he does his own thing and you do yours, your phone vibrates to life and you check to see who it was.

"Busy daydreaming about me?" Was displayed on the notification and almost like instinct, you close your phone.

You turn, discreetly to look at your boyfriend who luckily didn't see the message. He was too busy solving an equation to even noticed whether you were focused or not. Then that's when the message hit you.

Is he here? Right now?

You tried not to make it obvious but nevertheless it was gonna be obvious you were looking for someone the way your eyes were scanning all the faces in the room. That's when you got another notification. You opened it, this time careful with the brightness low.

"You're adorable" Then silence.

Yeah he was definitely here.

Your heart was beating fast. Maybe one of the reasons you couldn't quit this habit of infidelity was because he made it hard not to. He was the predator and you were the prey. Except you were always the wounded rabbit running back to him each time, knowing the risk that came with it.

Suddenly you see the bubbles buffer as he types. Your throat running dry as you could feel the power he had over you.

"I'm by the bookshelf at the far corner. The one with no cameras" He finally responded and almost pathetically, you got up, telling your boyfriend you were headed to the bathroom to which he nods.

He was oblivious to what you were really up to. Sometimes you hate yourself for this but you'd be lying if you said this wasn't better than anything you could've asked for.

Just as you made around the corner. You finally saw him.

Standing there as he was the human embodiment of temptation itself.

"There you are" He grinned at you, his canines practically showing.

"You've been so busy we haven't even had the time to talk" He said, his hands on your shoulder as you stared at him.

This would have been a normal conversation if it wasn't with all the things you guys have done behind your boyfriend's back.

"I couldn't sneak away. My boyfriends been forcing me to study with him every day" You said and he raises an unamused brow at you.

"That's a sad fucking excuse. What happened to the girl who snuck out of class just to fuck me, hm?" He said, not bothering to lower his voice that you quickly covered his mouth with your hand.

You glared at him, a warning look and even beneath your hand you could see his cheeky smirk. His eyes was what gave it away. The joy he was getting out of this was indescribable. Suddenly he leaned in to your ear, letting your hand linger on his lips as he spoke.

"Could you imagine, me fucking the shit out of you while your clueless boyfriend sleeps beside us, fucck, that gets me pumped up everyday" Then he reaches for your wrist and kisses the palm of your hand before gliding it atop the growing tent on his jeans.

"You wanna go? Now? To his room? It'll be fun" He said, a dangerous look in his eyes and you bit your bottom lip.

This is probably the most fun you'll have in days.

But this is also the worst thing you could ever do to someone.

"I'll meet you there" You said and his smirk grew wider. He leans in and presses a kiss on your temple before walking away

You stood there for a moment, watching his figure leave.

Shit..

You used whatever sad convincing excuse you could to your boyfriend. How your period had come and you needed a nap in his room and he just simply smiles at you, finding it cute that you wanted to be in his room specifically. That's how it lead to him handing you his keys without knowing your intentions behind it.

As you made your way down the hall with your hands gripping the strap of your bag.

You could feel the pool of excitement growing between your thighs.

A voice in your head screaming at you to stop torturing this poor guy but the rest are shouting at you to walk faster.

And faster.

And faster.

Until you saw him down the corridor where he's leaning against the wall with his hands in his pocket. He was looking around and staring at whatever the poster was showcasing about some boring event. Then the moment he heard footsteps, he turned to see you and that mischievous glint found its way back to his eyes.

"You got it?" He asked and you showed him the keys.

He laughs.

"I didn't think you were able to do it. I thought you'd chicken out" He grabs the key and from the way his hands were moving when unlocking the door.

He was just as excited as you were.

The moment the satisfying click echoes through your ears. He swings the door open to let yourself in and so you did, stepping inside cautiously as if you haven't been in here a million times.

Your boyfriend's room was messy, but messy in the way that made it appear homey. Like the way every furniture just looked right where it belongs. You looked around and the sight of your pictures hanging above the table caught your eyes.

And so did it caught his.

With the door closed, he walks over to it and leans down a bit to examine the picture. It was a photobooth photo you and your boyfriend had. You remembered how happy you were when he gifted you that teddy bear.

You wonder if it had a mouth would it have told on you from the amount of times it had seen you bend over for your best friend.

"So cute. We should get one of these one day" He said, tickling the nose of your boyfriend.

"Yeah.." You simply said and sat down on the bed.

Your tone making him tick off a bit.

"You're upset... fuck you always do this... why do you always have that stupid frown like you're being forced to do this?" He approaches you and traps you on the bed between his arms.

A sadistic look now replacing it.

"You want me to tell him?" He asked and your panicked eyes encouraged him even more.

"What if I call him right now and tell him everything we've been doing behind his back. How everytime you'd always call me when he never fucks you right... or how... you would text me the ways you want to be fucked in bed... you'd think he'd get mad at you or me?" He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, acting as though he's not technically blackmailing you right now.

"You want that? You want that sweetie? Because I can do it if you want me to" He asks and you swallowed hard.

"No" You said and he smiles, fond of your fast response.

"That's right.. because you're a whore... and you're ashamed of it even though you loove getting dicked down by your best friend" He grabs you by the jaw firmly and tilts it back for him to admire your exposed neck.

"Should I give him a present? Remind him who you really belong to?" He asks and you couldn't form a proper response.

Your mind stuck on the yes and nos.

"Fuck it, I'll just let your body tell me. You always think better when you're fucked dumb anyways" He said and lays you down on the bed. You watch as he takes off his hoodie and t shirt before tossing it somewhere in the room.

You gasp when he crashes his lips onto yours. Your hands finding its way into the curls of his hair as he poisons you with his tongue. Everytime you pulled back to get some air into your lungs, he'd grunt in protest and grab you by the neck to have your lips back onto his.

It was fast and rough.

Something your boyfriend could never give you.

Then his hands trailed underneath your shirt to caress your breast. You hum into his mouth, finding his touch intoxicating the way he was rubbing the skin. Having enough of it, his hand moved and quickly unclipped your bra. With your shirt pulled up, he leaves your swollen lips to suck on your collarbone.

"Mine" Was all he muttered as he sucked on your skin.

When his tongue started trailing circles around your hardened nipples, you whimpered as you arched your back, trying to get more of that sensation. Your reaction making him laugh while he bit gently and suckled more. His actions slowly turning you into the mess he always made you to be.

With your hands gripping his hair, he grunted before trailing his lips down to your stomach then to the growing wetness between your thighs. He stares at the jeans then at you.

"You think you deserve it?" He asked and you stare at him, you didn't have to say anything, the plead in your eyes gave it away.

He chuckles as his hands started to take it off for you. The zipper pulled down painfully slow, undoubtedly on purpose just to spite you. The moment you're in your panties, he tilts his head to examine the thin fabric now soaked in your arousal.

"Does he ever make you this wet?" He asked, his middle finger slipping under the strap of your panties, he pulls, hard, towards your stomach.

The force making you yelp when you felt the material pressed firmly against your slick.

"Are you gonna answer me or do I have to force it out of you?" He asked, tugging on the strap even harder now.

You whimpered.

"No"

Your answer feeding his ego even more now.

"That's a shame.. but.. you got me to take care of you" You watch as he lowers his body, his hands now shifted to hold your thighs apart as he presses his nose against the fabric.

He inhales deeply then let's out a lewd moan.

"Fuck—I've missed you" He said before pressing a kiss on your clit.

With your panties still in the way, he rubs the spot slowly in circles to get you to ease up, before replacing it entirely with his mouth. You sigh, out of ecstasy as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive nerve on your body. His eyes remained locked on the expressions you made.

The way you would melt into him everytime he ate you out.

It was addictive.

You jerked your hips up towards him, hoping to get more of his tongue but it just made him annoyed. He slaps your ass which had you let out a strangled moan. He laughs.

"First you hesitate and now you want more?" He slips your panties aside and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head the moment two of his fingers slid inside of you. His fingers moving easily thanks to your wet arousal acting as lube.

Soon, the room was filled with your breathy moans and the squelching sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you. He shifts and presses his chest against yours so he could kiss you again. With the pleasure eating your brain, you could barely compose yourself to kiss him back.

Then you felt his fingers curl as much as he could against the gummy warms inside you. He looks down at you when you let out an erotic moan, shameless if anyone next door would hear.

"Oooh that's right— you love it when I ruin you" He cooed and you nodded like a puppet.

His hands moved faster, his fingers basically fucking you brutally with his palms slamming into your sensitive clit each time. He could feel you start to clench, your moans louder and your face more fucked out than before. He hums, amused at the sight.

"D—Don't stop! Fuuuck— ah!" You held onto his arms as you felt your orgasm come and he grins, his hand moving hastily before completely pulling out.

You look at him, a betrayed expression as though he had killed your dog.

He doesn't say anything but stare back as he licked his fingers clean of your juices.

"You actually thought I was gonna let you come?" He asked, a genuine question and maybe it was because of the absence of the build-up but you sobbed, both frustrated and disappointed.

He laughs.

"Ohh you little shit" He leans in and kisses your face affectionately. The very few moments where he was ever this gentle with you.

Then you noticed his eyes flickered towards something. You shifted to see he was staring at a green hoodie sitting atop the laundry. Without wasting a second, he picks it up and sniffs it once.. then inhaling it long before letting out a sigh.

"Smells just like your sweet sweet boyfriend" Suddenly after a moment of contemplating, he puts it on and you could only watch in confusion, wondering about what he's trying to do.

When he finally notices you're watching, he places his index finger against his lips, shushing you to keep this a secret. Impatiently, he takes off the fabric that has been clinging uncomfortable tight on his bottom half. You sigh when your eyes laid upon his painful erection already dripping in his own pre.

"Come on, take off your clothes" He motions and it didn't take long for you to oblige.

He stands there, watching you strip as he fiddles with the hoodie string in his mouth. His eyes admiring every curve and skin like you were putting on a show just for him. By the time you were done, you watched in anticipation when he slowly got back on the bed, the mattress sinking under his body weight.

"You're so cute when you're like this" He said, grabbing you gently by the chin while he settles himself between your thighs.

You moan when you felt him rubbing the tip of his throbbing cock against your dripping slit. He was big. Definitely big compared to your boyfriend. Maybe that's why you always let him get away with insulting you so much.

Because he always knew how to make up for it.

You gasped in satisfaction as he slowly nudges inside of you. Every inch and vein stretching you out just right. Right as you were about to close your eyes, your head bounced back up when you smelt something familiar. Your boyfriend's scent. Your hands cling to his arms. The fabric of the hoodie under your fingertips.

He notices your expression and chuckles.

"You wish it was him? Hm? Wish he was the one doing all of this to you?" He asked as his pelvis is now pressed close to yours.

You tried to speak but with the way he was making you feel so full. You simply just shake your head.

"Why not? I thought you love him" He asked and you whined when you felt him pull back before slowly thrusting inside.

"Or do you love me more? Love how I'd tease you in public" You moan when he pulls out then thrusted back, this time harder than the first.

His hips picking up the momentum as he drills inside you. Your moans completely muffled by your boyfriend's hoodie, letting your mind be reminded of him as you inhaled the scent. With the brutal force of his thrusts, your body helplessly rocked against him while the bed shuffled under the sheer pressure of everything.

"You remember when we were— haah— a-at dinner? You tried to talk and act like a g—good girlfriend but... fuuuck... little did they know you were squirming and gushing all over that vibrator huuh—" He pants, trying to finish his sentence as best as he could.

You whimpered, remembering the position he had put you that night. It was embarrassing but you didn't fight it. Rather you enjoyed the way he tortured you. How when everyone was ready to leave, he simply pulled you in a goodbye hug, whispering into your ear his room number.

All just for you.

"Ooh— your pussy clenched. You like that huh?" He laughs before having a loud moan be ripped out of his throat.

You look at him, head dazed of pleasure and eyes half lidded. The sight of your best friend thrusting inside you, his arms caging you with his body swallowing yours. It was all too much when he started rolling his hips to hit that sensitive spot of yours.

The feel of his muscles tensing under your touch made you squirm.

"You're my pretty girl... only mine... " He mumbled with his hand stroking your hair.

"No matter — Mmm! — How many boyfriends you get. You're always gonna crawl... your way... back to my lap" He said, no, ordered and you nodded.

He grins seeing you agree before he kisses you on the lips.

With the way the tip of his cock continued hitting your cervix each time he slammed his hips, it drew both of you closer to your limit. How your walls were clenching him had his thrusts started to grow sloppy, he whimpers while he nuzzles his face onto your hair. His body weight colliding into yours hard enough to make your body jump.

"Fuckfuckfuck—!" He uttered repeatedly.

The room now mixed with both your moans alongside the sound of the bed squeaking aggressively. You scream out of pleasure when your orgasm comes crashing down. He groans, his body going stilled as he buried balls deep inside you. His cock twitching aggressively while his hot cum flooded your insides in thick spurts.

It was quiet, the room now just full of heavy breathing and tired moans.

The moment the pleasure finally eases out. He hums, exhausted then slowly pulls out. You whined when you felt the mixture of your juices and his cum leaking out of you, the fluid dripping down from your thighs and then on the bed. He looks at the sight then back at you, chest heaving and close to drifting off to sleep.

"My girl" He leans down, kissing you softly on the cheek.

Whether if your boyfriend walks in on you guys now. It's something you can stress about later.