You accidentally walk in on your roommate, Simon and decide to help him out.
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (both f and m receiving) masturbation, fingering, both Simon and reader are pervs
You should have known that you wouldn’t be able to work from home when Simon’s there. Things have been awkward between the two of you the moment you moved in with him. You try to make conversation and be nice, but he just ignores you as much as possible. It’s always one word responses like he wishes he’d rather be anyone but here. He was so normal when he interviewed you to be his roommate. But the second you moved in, everything shifted.
It was like he turned into a completely different person. He’s no longer the nice guy you talked to that night and now he barely even looks at you. If you come into any room in the apartment, he leaves. He’ll be watching something on the TV and then go to his room the second you walk through the front door.
Simon knows that he’s being a dick but he can’t help it. He’s starting to like you way more than he should. He knows that the second lines are crossed, there’s no going back. He wants to get to know you better, but he knows that if he’s in a room with you, he’ll just do something he’ll regret. Something he shouldn’t.
He’d never tell you how badly he wants to kiss you. He’d never tell you that he jacks off to the thought of you every time he takes a shower, pretending that his hand is yours. And he knows it’s wrong to ignore you, but what else can he do? Tell you how he feels? Yeah, there’s no fucking way that’s happening.
He’s found himself in the shower yet again, but this time, it’s to hide from you. You’re folding laundry in the living room, wearing that tight tank top that drives him crazy. He can see your nipples so clearly and is trying so hard to not think about how much he wants to have them in his mouth.
He wants to lie you back on that couch and have his way with you as you beg for more. Or maybe he wants to be between your thighs, devouring you until you beg him to stop. He’s getting hard just thinking about it and tries to shake it out of his head. You’re just down the hall and he’s paranoid that you’d hear him even though the water beating down on his back would drown out the sound.
The water running is a nice background noise for folding your laundry. But as you think about how it’s Simon in the shower, you can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to get in there with him. You’d love to back him against the wall and get on your knees to suck him off like you’ve been wanting to do for months.
Hell, you’d even feel lucky to kiss him and you wonder what his lips feel like. You want to feel the beard that he let grow out rub against your skin as he kisses you desperately. You want his hands to slide down into your shorts and have his way with your cunt. God, what you would do to have his head between your thighs, devouring you like a full course meal.
You’re only doing your laundry to keep yourself busy. You tried to get some work done, but you just can’t-now when all of your thoughts about Simon have become dirty. And you know you shouldn’t feel attracted to him when he’s done nothing but ignore you, but you can’t help it. He’s become the star of all your late night fantasies and you don’t want them to stop.
The water turns off just as you find one of Simon’s t-shirts mixed in with your laundry. You set it to the side with the intent of putting it in his bed when he inevitably leaves the house and continue to fold your clothes.
His door closes and let your mind wander, wondering what he looks like naked. Maybe it’s a bit pervy of you, but you don’t care. You just know that his body is toned and you want to run your hands all over it. And his cock has got to be huge. Got to be.
You decide that he’s got to be dressed by now and grab the shirt, making a beeline for his room. You don’t care if he doesn’t like you. You’re tired of avoiding him to get out of his way and decide now that you’re going to kill him with kindness.
You knock on the door before opening it and you both scream when you catch Simon jacking off. His hand is fisting his cock as he stares at you wide eyed in horror.
Your initial shock wears off and you step into the room to take him in. His cheeks are bright red as he tries to cover up. But as he sees that you’re into what’s happening, the embarrassment melts away.
Simon removes his hand and lets you get a good look at his very large cock. You step closer and take it one of your hands as you back him up against the wall.
“Do you want some help?” You ask and he nods furiously, his pupils growing wider.
“Please,” he begs and you remove your hand before spitting into it and grabbing it by the base. You pump harder and harder and the most delicious sound falls from his lips. You never expected him to be just as much of a perv as you. You really thought he’d kick you out.
You sink to your knees and take the tip into your mouth, licking the slit before sucking on it. You continue to pump as you suck on him and feel yourself getting wet at the whiny mess you’ve made of him.
You take him deeper and deeper, licking up and down his cock as you suck and suck, moaning loudly as you do so. Your hands move to his ass as you push him further into your mouth, the head hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.
“Such a dirty girl,” he growls. “Want me to fuck that mouth?” He watches you nod and his hands grab onto your hair as he thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth. “You’re so shy and quiet. Didn’t think you had this in you.” He’s moving fast and hard and you can’t help but moan loudly, so turned on by what’s happening.
“You’re so hot when you’re on your knees. Bet you’d look even better on my-fuck, fuck, fuck.” Rope after rope of cum leaks out into your mouth and he pulls out with a loud pop before you swallow.
He pulls you to your feet and and his lips find yours as he backs you up to the bed before pushing you down onto it. You don’t know when your shirt came off, but you see it on the floor behind Simon as he lies on top of you. His kisses are rough and messy and you moan into each other's mouths as your tongues tangle together. He tastes himself on your tongue and wonders if you taste even better.
He pulls down your shorts and panties and when he spreads your legs wide, seeing that you’re so wet that it’s trickling down your legs.
“Guess it’s my turn to take care of you, huh?” He asks. “It would be the gentlemanly thing to do,” he winks before he gets down onto his knees in front of you. He puts your legs over his shoulders and licks up each thigh to clean up your mess before he dives straight in.
He goes for your clit first, licking and sucking as his fingers pump in and out of your cunt. They’re moving at a rapid rate as he continues to suck hard on your clit. Your hands grab onto his hair as you let out moan after moan. This is easily the best head you’ve ever received and you wouldn’t mind at all if this is all the two of you did all night.
He introduces another finger and somehow moves even faster-even harder. You swear he’s trying to tear you apart and you wouldn’t even mind. It just feels so good. Especially when they curve, hitting that one spot that drives you crazy. You’re coming, the most beautiful moans falling from your lips, but Simon keeps at it, wanting to see just how many times he can make you orgasm.
His fingers come out and now his mouth is doing all the work as he bites down hard, causing your thighs to press against his head, your heels digging into his back. He stares up at you, watching you come again. Your mouth forms that “O” shape as a scream falls from your lips. Your right where he wants you and he thinks you’re both ready for him to get inside.
All you have to do is say please. You don’t even need a break-just him. You need him to fuck you so senseless that you won’t be able to walk for days.
“Please, Simon.” God, the way you say his name drives him absolutely crazy. He’s so willing to do whatever you ask. “Fuck me.” The words come out in a breathy Noah and he doesn’t need to be told twice.
He’s hovering over you in seconds, hands on your waist as he slides inside. He rocks into your and you’re quick to match him, hips bucking against his. You’re both moving with so much force that the bed is shaking, the mattress squeaking underneath you.
Neither of you are sure how long it’s going to last but you’re determined even though your words are starting to slur. You guess you’re just going to have to go for multiple rounds since that’s the case.
“Look at you,” he says, his words also starting to slur. “Taking me so well. God, you’re-fuck-perfect.“ He’s close, he can feel it. And he can tell that you’re not far behind. You come first and when it’s his turn, he’s quick to pull out, cum leaking out all over your stomach.
As you’re coming down, Simon fetches a damp washcloth from the bathroom and cleans you both up. He then helps you get dressed before putting his pants back on.
“Sorry for being such a dick,” he apologizes as he sits next to you on the bed. “I-I couldn’t stop thinking about you in that way and I don’t know, I felt gross about it so I avoided you. It won’t happen again.”
“Would it make you feel better if I told you that I’ve been thinking about you too?” You turn to him and he smiles before leaning in for a kiss.
“You uh-you can sleep in here tonight-if you want.”
“I’d like that. But I don’t think we’re going to do much sleeping,” you wink and kiss him again before fleeing his room, smiling to yourself as you think about how excited you are for tonight.
Thinking of a slighty pervy!reader who purposefully torments best friend!Eddie. He's pretty clueless about that sort of thing, so it takes a while for him to figure out what's going on…(18+ mdni, oral f!rec)
When the two of you hang out together, you’re always playing with his hair and teasing him with little fleeting touches everywhere—you just can't seem to keep your hands to yourself!
Watching a movie in his bedroom? It doesn’t take long before you’re bored and trying to distract him, tickling his sides then crawling into his lap and squirming overtop of him until he's a desperate, throbbing mess.
When he calls to say he’s stopping by your place on his way home from work? Surely it’s just a coincidence that you’re always fresh out of the shower when he arrives, wearing only a towel and asking him to rub lotion on your back because your hands can’t reach that far.
You know…normal friendly stuff.
And the whole time he goes along with it all, trying to shove down his guilt for being attracted to his sweet and unsuspecting best friend. He feels like a terrible person, filled with shame and self-loathing every time he touches himself while thinking about you (which happens a lot).
Things continue on like that until one night when you give him a lingering kiss goodbye, and as your sweet lips press against his, it finally dawns on him—is it possible something else is going on?
He's never been close with any other girls, so maybe he’s reading too much into things? Maybe it’s just wishful thinking on his part and you act like that with all of your friends? But at the same time, he’s been around you and some of your girlfriends on occasion, and he’s pretty sure you don’t give each other back rubs in your underwear.
Something just isn’t adding up.
Confused and conflicted, it all gets to be too much, so he vows to go cold turkey—no more time alone with you until he can figure things out and get his head on straight.
No more late night movies in his bed. No more tickling or massages or lotion applications. He’s going to avoid any and all situations where things with you might cross the line.
And to your dismay, his plan works. A little too well. He hardly ever comes around to see you anymore and you miss him. The loneliness is almost too much to bear.
So one day you call him up in desperate need of his assistance, hoping he’ll be willing to help you. He’s always said he would do anything for you.
You tell him that you got asked out by this really great guy who’s super handsome and you need Eddie’s opinion on the lingerie you bought for your upcoming date. It’s a bit more risqué than what you usually wear and you want to make sure it doesn’t look too trashy. You don’t want to give this totally-real-and-not-made-up guy the wrong impression, after all.
“As long as you don’t mind?” you purr into the phone while he grips onto his kitchen counter for strength. “All of my other friends are busy and, I mean, you’re practically one of the girls.”
And Eddie’s no fool. He knows it’s a bad idea to agree to your proposal. Being alone with you in that way sounds…dangerous. But at the same time, you need his help. You’re practically begging and he doesn’t want to let you down.
When he gets to your place a short while later, the lights are low and you answer the door in a silky robe that doesn’t leave much to his imagination.
“Thanks for getting here so fast, Eddie.” You smile. “You’re such a good friend, and I could really use your help.”
And he helps you—down on his knees with your soft thighs pressed on each side of his messy head, those trashy little panties pulled aside to let his thick tongue curl and dive through your dripping cunt.
With his plush lips wrapped around your needy clit, he finally hears you sigh his name out loud, the way he always imagined it would sound in his dreams. And when your legs start to shake and you cum for the first time on his tongue in a flood of sticky sweetness? It isn’t quite enough. He still comes back for more.
After all, what’s a best friend for?
🎶 maybe i’m delusional and the way you act is usual 🎶
hi…just emptying the drafts of some drabbles + imagines 🤍 sometimes i write these as little mini fics with a plan to flesh them out later as a full fic with dialogue and detail. there is a longer version of this in progress but i’ll probably never finish it ;)
I'm an absolute sucker for childhood friends James Potter who is shameless and your recent posts about him plus the perverted James thought just goes hand in hand in my head. I need him being so unbothered and used to his childhood friend changing or even showering in his bathroom with the door half open but also watching every moment and not looking away for a second, it just makes sense it's not him being perverted (it definitely is)! What if his dearest childhood friend suddenly slipped on the wet tiles? What if they end up getting stuck in their jumper while changing? Of course he has to keep an eye on them!!! It just makes sense
ugh I love when my anons are just as freaked out as me
childhoodbsf!James and reader like I said are the definition of codependency. They are also complete perverts for each other. Through everything he’s right by your side. Especially in vulnerable moments he doesn’t want anything happening to his best friend, right?
Neither of you shower alone, he doesn’t want you to sleep and fall no other reason, none at all. Ever since you two were children you would bathe together, never seeing anything wrong with it. Even when you were both developing into adults and your parents told you to stop because it’s not appropriate. And you’d always reply; it’s just James. As if your eyes don’t trail down his bare skin with a growing perversion between your legs.
He likes to help you wash off. His hands going over the deep curves off your body, ghosting over your privates, savoring the feeling of your soapy skin against his., ‘making sure you are clean.’ He tells you. And when you tell him you want to shower by yourself one night, he tries to hide the pout as you only keep a small crack in the bathroom door where he can barely see you.
It’s not a strange scene for you and him to be found almost completely naked as you try to pick each other’s outfit. You pull the blue top off leaving you in your black bra and underwear his eyes dropping down to your ass, “What do you think about this one?” You’d ask him pulling on a red top with a deep v cut. He nods eyes still on your bottom. “That’s the one Love, ooo with those black shorts that make you look sexy.” You’d ask giggle grabbing the exact shorts he was talking about. Admiring yourself in the mirror you squeal and jump on his lap, his hands immediately finding your hips. Nothing is strange about this to either of you, even with his two roommates looking with an utter look of disgust.
You and James who have never had partners and when anyone asks you both just shrug and look off to the other, both of you just waiting for the other to let loose and finally let you break him in.
Between the two of you, you definitely are the most perverted. You don’t care who’s around, who’s watching you’ll sit on top of him, fingernails caressing his neck, combing through his curls, pretending like you aren’t purposely moving your hips against his jeans little by little against his. Smirking as you feel him harden under you.
James likes to sleep with his hand clasped over your privates, massaging the soft skin like it’s a stress toy to help him fall asleep.
On the rare occasion that you two aren’t having a sleepover or hanging out Sirius groans as James goes on and on about you. “God Prongs why don’t you just fuck her already. If I have to watch you two basically dry hump each other one more day I swear on Merlin I’ll kill myself—“
“Pads!” Remus groans himself putting his book down and Sirius looks back. “What? You know it’s true Moony. they act like well you know what I’m talking about and make it seem normal.” Remus shakes his hand while Sirius throws his hands up and looks at James. “So y’er telling me you never once thought about her like that?” Sirius raises his eyebrows and James smirks. It’s true in fact he thinks about you like that all the time but he just fixes his glasses and flashes that million dollar smile.
♡⸝⸝ : pervert!reader, enemy!matt, dry humping, coming in boxers, matt reads her diary, unprotected, dirty talk, based on this plink (p0rn + ignore caption)
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It had been a couple of weeks since your encounter with Matt; of course, you couldn't stop thinking about it. How he caught you humping his pillow, moans leaving your mouth as you rutted against the soaked pillow case. And when you were alone at night, all by yourself with nothing better to do, you got off to the feeling of him thrusting deep inside of you. You still remember the feeling of his gripping your wrists tightly and the way he was talking to you. Grunting in your ear, it got you wet just recalling the memory. Afterwards, he went back to how he usually treated you, ignoring you and not even breathing your way.
Once the sex was over, he got off you, cleaning himself up and demanding you leave his room. “What are you thinking about?” Nick’s voice broke through your thoughts as you both sat on his bed watching a movie on his TV. You shook the thoughts away, trying to act normal, as if you weren’t just thinking about his brother. “Nothing,” you replied, grabbing some popcorn from the bowl as you continued watching the movie. The hours flew by, and you momentarily forgot about Matt and the way he made you feel. Focusing on hanging out with Nick and talking with him, that was until night came around. You got restless, not being able to sleep. A while ago, you got a diary, just to write your thoughts down in it; little did you know that most of the pages would be filled with fantasies you had about Matt.
You tried to contain them, but they had to go somewhere; if not, you would go crazy, so you wrote them in your diary. It was the way you could stay sane, you giggled as you got off of Nick's bed and headed downstairs. You couldn’t remember where you left your bag. Was it in the front room? You remember talking with Chris when you first got there. He was showing you something in his room, maybe you left it there? You padded downstairs, trying to stay quiet and not disturb Chris in his sleep. Your eyes scanned his room, but your bag was nowhere to be found.
Meanwhile, Matt was lying on his bed flipping through pages of your diary. He couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his lips while he read your writing. Every little detail was spinning through his mind in images. Matt flipped to another page, eyes widening as he read the words you wrote. He was so invested that he didn't notice you standing in his doorway. “Matt, weren't you taught about others' privacy?” you teased, stepping further into the room. Matt rolled his eyes, setting the notebook aside.
“Yeah, well, I have a right to read it, if it’s about me.” He replied, watching you step closer to the edge of his bed. For some odd reason, you weren't so mad that he invaded your privacy, but were more curious about why he seemed so invested. “So you like what I wrote?” You asked, crawling onto the bed beside him, and grabbing your diary. He scoffed, shifting away from you. “No, I think you’re a freak,” he spat, but there was no real heat behind his words. You pouted, moving closer towards him, your hand tracing over his thigh.
“I think your dick is telling me something different,” you whispered, inching closer to his growing erection. Matt scoffed, pushing your hand away. “You’re a gross little pervert, aren’t you?” he hissed, catching your wrist and gripping it tightly. His gaze darkened as he stared at you, his expression unreadable. “You thought I’d be interested in your sick fantasies?” he spat, his grip tightening around your wrist. The heat between your legs grew with every word that slipped past his lips.
You were beyond aroused. He loosened his grip on your wrist, hands trailing down to your hips. “Don’t make me laugh,” he muttered, eyes glued to the way your hips subtly grinded against his bed. His eyes met yours once more, watching as you bit your lips, a needy expression painting your features. “You’re pathetic.” God, he was so hot, his voice raspy as he leaned closer, his breath fanning over your ear.
“You’ll be lucky if I let you grind your nasty cunt on my dick. Don’t get ahead of yourself bitch.” The heat traveled to your face, lips parting open as you smirked at him. Matt couldn’t take it anymore; he wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off your face. His hands gripped your hips, positioning you on his lap, your panty-clad cunt pressing right against his tenting boxers. He grinned up at you, watching as you slowly started to move your hips, his hand slapping your inner thigh. “Go ahead, get yourself off, freak,” he panted, using his hands to move you faster against him, watching your boobs bounce through your shirt.
Every movement sent a shock through your body, your thighs shook with how hard you were moving against him, your release approaching fast. “M, so close,” you whispered, eyes closed in bliss as you picked up your pace. Matt was lucky your eyes were closed, or you would see the way he couldn’t bring himself to look away from your fucked out face. You were all flushed and panting just from dry humping him, practically coming in your panties. He found it incredibly hot, but of course, he would never admit that.
His hips snapped up to meet yours, a blur of both of you move in sync, moans filling the room, and wet scleches. “Fuck…” he panted, pressing you down harder against him, his cock twitching from the movement. You were completely gone, your panties drenched as you finally felt your release overcome you. Matt was right behind you, his boxers soaked in come as his sensitive cock leaked, causing a wet spot to form on the fabric. Your chest heaved trying to catch your breath. You didn’t think twice when his hand moved to pull your panties aside, already trying to get out of his boxers.
“Hurry the fuck up, I’m going to ruin this pussy,” he growls, sinking you on him. Your mouth opened, gasping as if he knocked the wind out of you. Maybe you should let him read your diary more often.
jacks been half hard for the rest of his shift. when you left the attending’s lounge, he tried to process the fact that you not only knew he stole your panties, but they were soaked through because of him. he spent 5 minutes willing his cock to soften even slightly, eventually going through the steps needed to complete different surgeries helped enough that he could go back out into the ER. although, everytime he spotted you across the room, he felt himself get harder again.
after shift, he opens his locker to grab his bag, and something falls out into the floor. as he picks it up, he audibly groans. you slipped a note into his locker, which read:
this is my number. call me sometime♡
as soon as he’s home, he’s grabbing a beer and sitting on his couch, your number getting added into his phone as he tries to decide what to send first.
jack: hey, it’s jack, i got your note
you respond not even a few minutes later.
you: i would say i hope it wasn’t too forward, but i feel like we are past that, don’t you ;)
he smiles at his phone, quickly typing out a reply.
jack: i think your right there, sweetheart. had no idea you were onto me.
you: you weren’t nearly as subtle as you hoped, but that’s ok, i liked knowing how badly you wanted me
jack: yeah? you don’t think i’m a dirty old man?
you: oh, i do. but i like it♡
he audibly groans at that, squeezing his bulge through his pants as he types out a response one handed.
jack: fuck, your killing me bere. you really knew i stole your panties?
you: yeah, why’d you think i left them poking out my bag? was hoping you’d pocket them
his hips buck up into his palm, groaning, head falling back on the couch.
you: did you like it? the way they smelt? did you wrap them round your cock and wish it was me instead?
jack: first thing i did was press them to my nose and fist my cock to the thought of you
you: shit that’s hot. i’m so wet just thinking about it. [photo attached]
the photo is of you, dressed in just your bra and panties, soft curves on display, nipples poking through your thin bra. he almost cums just from looking at the picture, his cock leaking so much precum it’s left a stain on his boxers.
jack: jesus fucking christ.
you: are you touching yourself? i am, you wanna see?
jack: had my hand on my cock since i text you sweetheart. you know i wanna see.
you: i wanna see you too [photo attatched]
this photo shows your hand down your panties, your back is arched slightly, body flushed from want. jack fumbles with his phone, and finally managed to take a blurry picture of his torso, the bulge in his boxers visible, including the damp stop from where he’s leaked precum. he presses send. and then you call him. he answers quickly, breathing heavily as he pumps his cock.
“sweetheart…”
“jack…”
“god you sound so… desperate”
“for you, it’s all for you” you reply with a breathy moan “wish it was your fingers inside me, mine are too short to reach the spot that makes me- oh- makes me gush” you say between moans, your pussy so wet he can hear the sound of your fingers inside you over the phone.
“jesus, your a squirter? i’d fucking kill a man to feel you do that on my cock” he groans, pumping himself faster, squeezing the leaking head of his cock “been dreaming about hearing you like this”
“yes, oh god” you whimper, jack relishing in the sound of you so submissive for him “please can i-“
“can you what?” he grunts, his own hips bucking up into his hand, getting closer.
“can i please cum” you beg, panting and moaning into his ear through the phone “jack, sir, daddy-“
that gets him.
“fuck, cum for daddy, yeah? good girl” he listens as you whimper thank yous as you cum on your fingers, and it doesn’t take him long to finish on his stomach. both of you are panting, neither of you saying a word yet.
“jack?” you say softly, after you both have had a moment to catch your breath.
“yeah, sweetheart?”
“take me on a date, and the next time you do that it’ll be inside me”
Summary: Your fixation; Eddie Munson. An unhealthy obsession that has gone on for years. You've watched, followed, collected parts of him--trinkets, hair, photos--even intentionally failed your senior year to stay in school with him. And one faithful Friday, your hopes of being together are finally answered when the two of you are assigned a project.
i’m sorry everyone i have to post this before i forget
riding a cocky pervert (although tbh they’re doing most of the work.. lifting you up and down by your hips over and over and over bc you’re so gone) who’s making you list off all your dirtiest, nastiest, naughtiest thoughts and fantasies and after each one, they smirk and groan and tease and make fun of you and thrust up into you a little harder
“Oh? Hm… that’s not even that bad, sweetheart!”
“You’re—fuck—so cute.”
“Mmfff, that’s hot.”
“Ohhhh, you’re just as perverted as me, aren’t you, honey?”
✰ Rafe is an arrogant dick, over a decade older than you and your dad’s boss, you shouldn’t want anything to do with him. So why can’t you stay away? ✰
۶♡ৎ This is a request from my angel @babygorewhore I love you sm, this one’s for you pookie ۶♡ৎ
✰ Age gap (Rafe is early 40s reader is mid 20s), Obsessive behaviors, perverted acts involving panties, gagging, choking, spit kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, pussy slapping, pillow humping, pussy eating, cum eating, size kink 18+MNDI ✰
You can’t stand Rafe Cameron. And the fact that you’re so obsessed with him only makes you hate him more. No matter how much you hated the way he walked around like he owned the world, or the rotating door of women he brings around, you can’t shake this irresistible pull he has on you. You shouldn’t feel this way, not only is Rafe a huge dick he’s also over a decade older than you and your dad’s boss. It started off small, stealing glances at him every time you visited your dad at work, dressing in your most revealing dresses and skirts to his work events, making off handed comments and brushing past him when there was clearly room to go around. It wasn’t until you caught him in a bathroom with some lanky blonde bent over the counter while noises that resembled a crow left her body that you finally lost it.
You decided to leave the company charity event early, making sure to pass Rafe’s car and leave your tiny pink thong on his side-view mirror. He wouldn’t know they were yours, but he would know that they didn’t belong to the girl he was currently balls deep inside of because you saw her coral thong pushed to the side. After that it was like you couldn’t stop. You started leaving your panties anywhere you’d think Rafe would find them. In his office on his desk or the chair, his car became a favorite, you even managed to loop one around his drink while he wasn’t looking at the country club once. After the first few pairs you started leaving dirty photos of yourself along with them. Not showing your face, of course. Just shots of your ass and tits, always matching the underwear you planned to leave. You thought about maybe just texting or even emailing them to him but your dad gave him both of those things “in case of emergency”. So you decided to do it old school and take photos on your Polaroid. It was sexier that way, anyway.
But you haven’t done anything like what you’re about to do. You’re upstairs with the sound of loud voices all drowned together barely making it through the thick, high floors beneath you. It didn’t take you long to find Rafe’s room. A double door at the end of the long hall with gold ornate knobs was very clearly the master. You also weren’t surprised he had a keypad lock on his door, especially throwing a party like this. Your dad and his coworkers are everyday businessmen to the sivlian eye but behind closed doors they’re into some pretty deep criminal shit. Luckily you already managed to break into his laptop. It was almost too easy, he navigates technology like a grandpa even though he’s only forty. You had a passing thought about teaching him a more efficient way to organize his work laptop but you quickly shut it down. You’re supposed to hate him. Even if you him to fuck you until you can hardly breathe. He had a whole entire document of passwords and key combinations and you may have written all of them down. So you easily slipped inside after entering the numbers on the keypad.
You spent some time looking around and it was about what you expected. Sleek, expensive furniture, no decorations, the white walls bare aside from a random picture of a boat near the window. It's so clean it almost seems like no one lives here but you assume that’s probably due to the cleaners. You go through his drawers, nothing of interest really, unless you count all the clothes you could potentially steal. His bathroom is just as clean as his room and you can’t help but smirk when you notice a full skin care routine sitting on his counter. So vain. But, you can’t deny a man who is invested in his hygiene is extremely sexy. You smell his expensive colognes, his body wash, even his fucking shampoo. You inhale every single one like it’s your drug of choice. Though, you’re sure they smell a million times better on his skin, mixed with his musk.
After spending some time snooping, your focus turns back to the real reason you came in here. You walk into his large walk-in closet and flick on the light. There’s a glass jewelry case in the middle, filled with designer watches, rings, chains, and sunglasses. You approach it and try to pull open the top drawer when you’re met with resistance, you notice another combination lock. But a lightbulb goes off in your head, remembering the key code marked “jewelry case” before pulling out your phone, finding the numbers and unlocking the drawer with a click. The first drawer is, as expected, more jewelry that matches the items in the display case above. The second drawer though, that’s a different story. When you slide it open instead of expensive designer, it’s filled with lace and silk.
Every single pair of your panties you’ve left for him are in this drawer, along with the Polaroids stacked neatly. Upon closer inspection you notice that they’re covered not just in your cum, but his too. It has your pussy nearly dripping, you were already wet from the minute you saw him earlier tonight but now you can feel your slick dripping down your inner thighs, causing them to stick together under your micro dress. You have to practically drag yourself away from the sight of your underwear under lock and key, almost like they’re treasure, covered in a mixture of Rafe's cum and your own.
You look around the rest of the space and the entire span of the closet is lined with his clothes hanging on wracks. One side is clearly business attire and the other is more casual. Though there isn’t a huge difference, you’ve never seen Rafe in jeans and a t-shirt. You can’t decide if the thought is more sexy or comical. It’s hard to imagine him being well, relaxed. You grab a black button up before exiting the closet, undoing the buttons as you go. A thousand dirty fantasies run through your mind as your eyes roam over the king sized bed. But there’s one you can make a reality right now. The whole reason you came in here. You grab one of his silk pillows and wrap his shirt around it before placing it in the middle of the bed. You turn around to grab your Polaroid out of your bag and then crawl onto the mattress, mounting the pillow. You don’t bother taking your fuzzy platform heels off either, he can sleep on the grime from the bottom of your shoes along with the juices from your pussy for all you care.
You start off slow, running your hands along your body, groping your tits through the faux leather of your dress, imagining that they’re Rafe’s much larger hands. It doesn’t take you long to get worked up, your juices starting to make the cloth underneath you slick. You're so wet that when you start to jerk your hips back and forth on the pillow that you practically glide. The lace of your thong gets pulled tighter, adding extra pressure to your puffy clit. Your dress rides up your hips, revealing your ass and the plush of your thighs as your hips start to speed up. Once you start to really get into it you pull your panties to the side and yank the zipper that goes all the way down the front of your dress down your chest so your tits can spill out. You switch up the movement of your hips every few moments, rotating between using the pillow for leverage and running your hands down your body.
You start to get so lost in the throes of pleasure you almost forget where you are entirely until your white sock covered shin smacks against your pink polaroid camera. You smirk to yourself in remembrance as you pluck it from the bed and turn it on. You hold it above yourself while you press your tits together and spread your legs far enough to show your mound on top of his shirt and snap a photo. You take more than one this time, using almost the entire roll taking pictures of your body from various angles. You shove your fingers in your mouth. Take photos of your tiny thong string nestled between your ass. You even take one with his shirt held up between your teeth. That ends up being the last photo because the smell of his cologne hits your nostrils and it has you inhaling deeply while your hips start to subconsciously grind down again.
Rafe practically felt like a madman as he tried for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes to get out of this conversation with your father and their business partner. Every single time he tried to slip away he was pulled back in somehow. But that didn’t stop his eyes from traveling to the tantalizing view on his phone screen every ten seconds. He felt like a cat who caught a mouse it’s been chasing for months. All without even trying. You lead yourself into a trap he didn’t even set and it couldn’t be more fucking perfect. The fact that you had no idea that his entire house was bugged with cameras that he could see directly in the palm of his hand made his cock twitch. Rafe checked his phone the minute he got the notification that someone was unlocking his bedroom door, ready to send security up there to grab a thief. But he was oh so pleasantly surprised when he saw it was you. You weren’t like any of the other girls he’s ever seen in all his time living on this island. Your platform shoes and dark make-up were utterly enticing to him and your bratty attitude made him want to bend you over his knee until you cried. He also knew you were a naughty girl, with a dirty little secret only he knew. Rafe’s obsession for you only grew by the day and now it was at an all time high.
He decided to let it play out for a bit. He watched as you surveyed his blank walls and rummaged through his drawers. Then you made your way into the bathroom and he watched as you greedily inhaled his colognes and body washes. You went into his closet and somehow unlocked his jewelry case. He’d have to figure out how you managed to learn his key codes later. His heartbeat sped up when you reached for the second drawer but the way you looked down at the trophies you had ever so graciously gifted him with elation only made his appetite for you nearly unbearable. What really sent him over the edge though was how you were currently strandling his pillow as you bucked your hips with his shirt held to your nose.
The entire scene had him losing his mind with lust and you just kept taking it further. He watched you pull your tits out, the way you took all those slutty pictures for him and he wished more than anything in the world he could turn his phone up to full volume so he could hear the pretty little moans leaving your lips. He could tell from the avid speed of your hips and the way your eyes are rolled back that you’re close to your end and he’ll be damned if he isn’t there to see it. He finally excuses himself under the guise of having to go to the bathroom and slips up the large staircase with ease.
You're so close. The pace of your hips is so quick that the entire bed shakes underneath you as delicious euphoria is seconds away. You have the corner of Rafe’s shirt grasped tightly in your fist as you hold it up to your nose. The cloth is pulled taunt against your clit just right, drool drips down your chin onto the black material as you take in Rafe’s scent. Heat washes over you and you moan with reckless abandon, too lost in your tidal wave of an orgasm to care if anyone can hear you.
“I knew you were a dirty girl, but this is even better than anything my mind ever could’a dreamed up…” The sound of Rafe’s voice makes you practically scream and you clutch his shirt over your chest on instinct. Your entire body heats as you take in his large form leaning against the closed bedroom door. His arms are crossed and he has probably the most smug smirk you’ve ever seen in your life painted on his face as he looks over at you through hooded eyes.
“Rafe! I - aren’t you supposed to be hosting a party?” You scoff and roll your eyes, clearly trying to change the subject when you’re the one who broke into his room.
“Well… you see…” Rafe stalks over to you like a predator that caught his prey and stops at the end of the bed. He places his large hands on the mattress so he can lean down only inches from your face, his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes travel down your body before connecting with your own. “This little unassuming mouse wandered into my den without even considering that I have eyes on every inch of this house.”
“How - how long have you been watching?” You clutch onto the shirt tighter, hiding your boobs and bare pussy even though he’s already seen both on multiple occasions. Something about him knowing it was you was making you suddenly nervous.
“Oh, sweetheart, I get a notification when someone opens that door… I saw everything. What do we have here?” His eyes are blue fire as they land on the Polaroids and he picks one up with delight before picking up another and another until he’s seen every single one. He sets them aside in a neat stack before abruptly gripping onto the shirt covering you and ripping it down your body with a growl. You gasp in surprise and use your arms to cover your nipples while slamming your legs shut. “Oh, no, none of that. Don’t get all shy on me now, I’ve already seen it all.” Rafe grabs the pillow and pulls it from underneath you causing you to fall backwards on the bed onto your ass. “Would you look at that…” He looks down at the pillow with hungry fascination as a low groan rumbles through his chest. You watch as he runs the pad of his finger through the creamy wetness before bringing it to his mouth and holding eye contact with you as he sucks it between his lips. His eyes immediately roll back when your taste hits his tongue. “Fuckin’ delicious. But I’m always tastin’ you secondhand.. I can’t wait to taste that sweet pussy directly from the source.”
You’re utterly stunned for a moment. You look up at him with your jaw hanging open while you do your best to cover your most intimate parts when all you want to do is throw your legs open and fully submit to him. You always told yourself if he ever caught you that you would make him work for it. But with the way he’s looking at you now? You can already feel yourself slipping and he hasn’t even touched you yet.
“Who - who said I was going to let you taste me? And what do you mean secondhand?” You tried to say it in a biting tone but your voice squeaks and betrays your facade immediately.
“Oh, little mouse… this little back and forth we’ve been playing has been fun and all. But now you’ve wandered right into my bed and I’m done playing games.” Rafe abruptly grabs onto your ankles, pulling you down to the edge of the bed until your feet are dangling off and you try to pull your knees together again but he grips onto them and pulls them back open. “Quit hiding from me.”
His hands grip tightly onto the meat of your thighs, the gold rings on his fingers pinching your skin in a way that has you holding back a moan. The look in Rafe’s eyes is nearly animalistic as he stares down at your puffy, wet pussy. Your little black thong pushed to the side, covered in creamy, white juices. His fingertips travel down your legs gripping hard enough to bruise with every inch. He brings his thumbs to the crevices of your thighs and presses his fingers hard on either side of your folds, pushing your pussy lips together. You can’t hold in the tiny mewl that leaves the back of your throat. He punches your slick cunt together roughly a few times before pulling you apart. Your pussy clicks for him from your wetness as he pulls you open.
“Been waiting for this moment, ya know?” Rafe runs his thumb along your slit, gathering your wetness before bringing his thumbs to rub along the sides of your lips, teasing you. “I knew it was you. I had my suspicions from the beginning. Ever since you walked in on me in the bathroom…”
“How?” Your voice is a broken whisper, any thoughts of fighting back slipping further and further from your mind. Embarrassingly enough, you feel like you could come from just this.
“Well, I was almost positive after that cute little cherry thong…” Rafe grazes over your clit for just a moment before going back to teasing you. “Earlier that day you were wearing these sexy little jeans and when you bent over I got a view of that same thong. Then, to my surprise, the very same pair ended up in my office later that day.” He presses hard on your clit, giving it a few strokes and you think his teasing has finally come to an end but as soon as it’s there, it’s gone. And he goes back to teasing your pussy tantalizingly. “But then, about a week later I saw you sneaking out of my office and I decided to let you get away with it.”
“You decided?” You push yourself up on your elbows and scoff with your eyebrow raised, your irritation with him returning. Rafe just smirks before shoving his thumb knuckle deep in your pussy and curving it against your walls. It makes your eyes roll back while you wriggle underneath him.
“Yes, princess, I decided.” His other thumb presses on your clit hard but doesn’t move. “Once I was positive it was you, I wasn’t ready for it to stop. Especially once you started leaving those little pictures for me. Who knew you were such a dirty slut.” He pulls his fingers from you before landing a harsh smack on your clit causing you to yelp.
“So you knew it was me and didn’t say anything? And then proceeded to keep them in a treasure box and jerk off all over them? Pervert.” Rafe slaps your pussy again, three times in succession.
“Stop being a fuckin’ brat. If I’m a pervert, what does that make you, huh?” He slaps your pussy even harder and then brings both of his hands down on your inner thighs with a loud smack. “Leaving me your panties, takin’ dirty photos for me, I saw you inhaling my cologne like it was a line of coke. And now I caught you in my bed, coming all over my pillow. You’re a nasty. Little. Girl.” He punctuates each word with a slap to your cunt and you can’t help but moan loudly for him.
“Yeah? Well you’re a nasty old man.” Your chest heaves but you still manage to paint a cheshire smirk on your face, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you use the last of your resolve against him.
“You know what? I’m sick of your bratty fuckin’ mouth.” Rafe grips onto the thin strings of your panties and pulls them down your legs before balling them up and shoving them in your mouth. The sudden intrusion makes you gag, but it’s not unwelcome. The act of dominance and the taste of yourself on your tongue has any and all attitude in you evaporating from your body. He grabs your chin and roughly shakes your head side to side. “That’s better. You gonna be a good girl and let me taste that perfect cunt now or do I need to beat the attitude out of you?”
You moan around the lace in your mouth and drop your knees to the sides, offering yourself to him. Rafe looks at you devilishly as he lays on his stomach on the mattress and throws your legs over his shoulders. He runs his nose along your inner thigh as he takes in your sweet scent before hovering over your pussy and inhaling deeply.
“Smell so fuckin’ sweet, bet you taste even sweeter.” The flat Rafe’s runs through your folds up to your clit before circling it a few times. He nips it with his teeth and shoves his tongue as far as it can go inside of you causing you to cry out and arch your back off the mattress.
“Quit wiggling.” Rafe growls into your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. His large hand splay on your hip, holding you down as he eats you like a man starved. He circles two fingers at your entrance before pressing them knuckle deep inside of you. He caresses your sweet spot while sucking your clit into his mouth and it has an explosion of pleasure washing over your body as your orgasm consumes you.
Rafe pulls off of you when you come down from your high and brings the fingers that were just inside you to his chin dripping with your juices. He smears it around before sucking his fingers clean, groaning like he just ate the best meal of his life. He leans forward and plucks the panties from your mouth before slamming his lips against yours. The kiss is dominating and he shoves his tongue deep into your mouth, swirling it around and coating your taste buds with your own cum. He leans back to admire you and he feels like his cock is going to burst. Your hair is a mess, your dark lipstick is smudged and slick, and the zipper on that tight little dress is barely hanging on. Your tits are on full display as you lay like a perverted little angel with your legs spread beneath him.
“God damn. I’ve gotta fuck that pussy, baby.” Rafe pulls the zipper of your dress the rest of the way down before leaning up on his knees and reaching for the buttons on his shirt. “Take that shit off. Leave the socks and shoes though.”
He licks his lips as he continues to unbutton his shirt while his eyes practically swallow you whole. You quickly rid yourself of your dress and push yourself up onto your knees to watch him undress. You have to stop yourself from jumping him when he gets his shirt all the way off, his perfectly toned body towering over you. When he gets his pants down enough to get his cock out you can’t even hold in your gasp. He’s huge. So thick you aren’t sure you could wrap a single hand around him and so long that you aren’t sure if you could take him all down your throat.
“Fuck. I don’t know if that’s going to fit…” Your eyes are the sizes of saucers as you stare at his cock with your jaw slack. Those words make Rafe feel like he’s going to go insane and his hand flies to your hair, grasping onto it at the nape of your neck and yanking your head back.
“Oh, it’ll fit.” His tongue slides over his teeth and he takes his shaft in his hand so he can rub his precum along your lips, adding to the mess. Rafe uses his grip on your head to manhandle you onto your back before throwing your legs over his shoulders. He smirks down at you while he pumps himself in his hand. “You want it?”
“Yes, fuck. I want it so bad.” You tilt your hips towards him searching for any kind of friction but his hand presses down on your hip, stilling your movements.
“Oh, come on, baby doll. You can do better than that. How bad do you want it?” He taps the head of his cock against your clit a few times before running it through your folds. You try to angle your hips to push him further inside of you and he just tuts at you like you did something naughty before pulling his cock away entirely. “Let me hear it, beg.”
“Please, daddy, I want it so bad.” Rafe breathes out heavily through his nostrils and grips onto your throat, leaning down so his face is inches from yours.
“Oh, little mouse.. you’re just full of surprises, huh? I don’t think you know what you’ve done.” Rafe chuckles darkly and leans back up onto his knees, positioning his cock at your entrance. He presses his head into you and he’s so thick you already feel so full by the time he’s only a few inches in.
“Oh, god. I don’t - I really don’t know if it’s all going to fit.” The air is nearly taken out of your lungs when he thrusts his hips forward and you’re sure he’s all the way inside of you now but he pulls almost all the way out before slamming his cock into you to the hilt with his hips flush against yours. “Holy shit, oh my god.”
“I thought you wanted it so bad, now you’re whining that it won’t fit? I’m gonna fuckin’ make it fit and you’re gonna take it like the dirty little slut you are.” Rafe rams his hips into yours at a brutal pace as he grips onto your throat again and squeezes tightly. His free hand comes to rub circles on your clit and it makes your vision blur. “Yeah fuckin, take it. You gonna come for me? I can feel your pussy squeezing me. You’re so fuckin’ tight.”
“Yes, fuck daddy, please make me cum.” Your voice is a broken sob as your makeup smears messily down your face. “I’m so fucking full.”
“Yeah, that’s right, sweet thing. Give me your cum.” That’s all it takes to have an all consuming orgasm washing over you. Your walls convulse around Rafe’s thick length and he picks up his thrusts, chasing his own high. He uses his grip on your throat to press you down into the mattress and your legs fall down onto his hips. You lace them around him and this new angle has him hitting so deep you swear you’re going to feel him for days. The hand not on your throat hooks onto your bottom teeth, pulling your jaw open so he can spit on your tongue. You swallow without asking and then suck his fingers into your mouth greedily.
“You’re so fuckin’ nasty, ya know that? Letting your dad’s boss fuck you till you cry while he’s right down stairs. Leaving me your little fuckin’ panties. This perfect god damn pussy.” Rafe is babbling like a man possessed as he pumps into you hard and deep until his cock starts to twitch inside you. He growls as he fills you with ropes of his cum. When he pulls out you feel nearly hollow and then he shoves his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, collecting some of his cum on his fingers. You pull his hand back to your mouth and lick his fingers, moaning at your combined tastes.
“Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun with you, little mouse.” Rafe stares down at you with a hunger that’s laced with obsession and you don’t even care because you’re just as obsessed as he is. “You’re mine now.”
