smut. 18+ pls. drug and alcohol use, fingering, nipple play, hickeys, sexual tension if you squint, amber wants you so bad but she’ll never admit it
a/n: forgive me i kept forgetting which pov i was writing in..
amber always sees you at parties. joint always tucked behind your ear. she just watches you from afar at first. she watches the deals, she watches the girls that constantly try to get a discount, just for you to constantly decline them.
she’s filling her drink when the two of you talk for the first time. “amber, right?” she turns at the familiar voice she’s memorized, despite it never being used in a conversation with her.
“mhm,” she hums, taking a sip of her drink. you give her a lazy smile.
“can i get whatever you have there?” amber doesn’t respond, just pours you your own drink before handing it to you. “don’t wanna talk?” you ask, taking your own sip.
“didn’t say that.”
“sure actin’ like it.” amber fights the smile that threatens to escape. she leans in closer to you.
“what did you want?”
you smile, taking a drink before speaking. “should be asking you that, you’re always staring. whats up with that?” amber flushes, yet her response is steady.
“just,” she pauses, “observing.”
“you want something?” you ask, leaning in a little closer.
“how much?”
“i’ll give you a discount,” you say as you fetch a joint from your pocket. “first time buyer discount, everyone gets it.” thats was a lie and amber knew it, she’d seen how you would upscale the price for newer people, just to fuck with them.
that was the first time she bought from you, you both hoped it wouldn’t be the last.
-
2 weeks later, you get a text from amber. it’s short, straight to the point.
amber - how much for a couple of joints?
next thing you know, amber’s in your car in some barely lit parking lot. “how much?” she asks, pulling cash out of her purse. you smile at her.
“usually 50 for what you’re wanting.” she looks up at you, eyebrows raised.
“but?”
“but i’ll give you a discount.”
“mhm, for what exactly?”
you don’t take your eyes off of her, you bite the inside of your lip before giving her a response. “guess we’ll call it a ‘pretty girl discount,’ yeah?” you glance down at her lips for a brief moment before opening your middle compartment and pulling the cleanly packed bag out.
“you give those discounts out to a lot of girls?” you smile, passing it over her.
“just you.”
-
the next night you’re sitting too close to each other at another party. your thighs touching, amber’s watching you make deal after deal until you finally turn your attention to her.
“finally build up the courage to watch up close?” you ask in a teasing tone.
“guess you could say that,” she replies, eyes scanning your every feature.
“got myself my own little stalker. how exciting,” you smile, pinching her thigh between your fingers.
“i’m not stalking you,” she’s quick to defend, ignoring the way her cheeks heat at your touch.
“no, you just watch me from afar. not creepy or stalker like at all.”
“okay, fine,” amber moves to get up but you’re quick to pull her back down.
“didn’t say you should leave.”
“you called me creepy and a stalker, kinda sounds like you do,” she bites back, going to stand up again. you pull her back down, into your lap this time.
“stay.” your voice is hot against her neck, the feeling of your skin against hers has her mind going blank. she doesn’t fight it, just stays put in your lap, her expression calm and composed. anyone who looked at her might’ve thought she was annoyed, but internally she was freaking out. just a little bit, though. she’d never admit it.
“good,” you whisper, lips just barely brushing against her neck. you take out a joint, offering it to her. “free, just for you,” you pause, “favorite customer discount.” amber takes it from you, lighting it while your stuff your stash into her pocket, just to have an excuse to touch her more than you already were. “keep those safe for me, yeah?”
-
a week passes, the two of you texting a little more every day.
2:34 am amber (stalker) - u up?
2:36 am you - why? miss me already?
2:36 am amber (stalker) - no
2:36 am amber (stalker) - maybe a little
2:37 am you - u gonna invite me over, or do i need to ask?
2:38 am amber (stalker) - come over pls
and you do. you’re in her bed 20 minutes later, watching some movie she had put on before you’d gotten there. you were leaning against the headboard, joint between your lips as you inhale the smoke. amber reaches for it, a silent ask that you accept, handing the joint over to her. she flicks it against the tray settled between you two before taking her own hit.
you watch her every move like you’re hypnotized by them. amber exhales, smoke filling the air. “what?”
“hmm?”
“you’re staring.”
“you’re beautiful.”
you two just stare at one another for a brief moment. then she’s putting the joint out and moving the tray. she climbs into your lap, her lips on yours so quickly you’re barely able to catch up. your hands are on her hips, pulling her closer while hers tangle themselves in your hair. she pulls away for a moment, the two of you breathless, before you’re closing the gap again.
amber’s head was finally clear. like the one thing she’s been needing, you, was finally in her grasp. and you? you think you just found your new favorite drug.
amber grinds against your lap, barely noticeable, but of course you notice it. you push her onto her back, settling yourself between her thighs. you tug at the hem of her shirt and she peels it off. you pause, your eyes caught on her chest. no bra.
“you’re going to be the death of me,” you whisper before leaning in, mouth wrapping around one of her nipples while you pinch and roll the other. amber’s breath hitches, her hips bucking into nothing.
“please,” she whispers, hips bucking again.
you let go of her nipple with a pop, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. “please what?”
“fuck me.” your cheeks flush at her near demand. you listen, pulling her sleep shorts down, fingers running through her soaked folds. amber hisses at the contact, hips rolling against you. you sink your fingers into her cunt before pulling out to circle her clit. you’re agonizingly slow with your movements. amber wants nothing more than to reach down and-
“fuck!” she moans out loudly as your fingers slam into her, your fingers moving in and out of her quickly. her pants fill the room, your own sounds muffled as your take her other nipple into your mouth. amber groans at the sensations. your mouth, your fingers, your smell, your sounds. its so much, yet not enough in the slightest.
“please,” she nearly whines out, hips rolling to match your pace. you hum against her nipple and amber squeezes around your fingers.
“please what,” your mouth barely leave her skin.
“need t’ cum so bad, please baby,” she whispers, nails digging into your back.
“yeah? just need to cum soo bad?” you mock. amber says nothing, her walls just squeezing you, her moans getting louder with every curl of your fingers. “wait.” your mouth is back on her nipple and amber’s stomach drops. she can’t fucking wait, she needs to cum now.
you pull your fingers out before she even gets the chance to disobey you. amber nearly cries out, nails digging into your skin. “no, please, come on. please,” she begs. tugging your hair until you look at her.
“look at you, all big and bad til’ you wanna cum,” you tease. fingers ghosting over her cunt. she tries to buck into them but your hand on her hip stops her. “what do you say?”
“i’ve said please a million times, please,” amber whines. you say nothing, pressing kisses along her sternum. “i’ll be so good,” she tries, eyes full of need.
“hmm, i don’t know.”
“please, i just need you so bad.”
you give in. of course you do. you resume your pace, fucking into her, curling your fingers. she feels so good around your fingers, sucking them in greedily. amber tugs your head back to her chest and you take the hint.
its not long before amber’s falling apart on you. her back arched off of the bed, tears brimming her eyes. she’s so perfect, another reason to give her a discount.
ethan controlling readers vibrator and making her cum over and over again until she’s an overstimulated babbling mess
"no, no" ethan takes your aching jaw in his hand, forcing your eyes away from the ceiling and back onto his cynical grin. "look at me, look at me, there we go, there's a good girl," he says, painting away your tacky ears with a brush of his thumb.
you're a sniffling mess, lashes heavy with exaggerated tears as ethan wipes away the remaining tears that have slipped over your jaw. your hands lay limply around the wrist that dotes so lovingly at your lips now, pushing past them until two long fingers prod at the back of your throat, kissing it in greeting.
"now tell me what's the matter, huh? why you so sad?" he rolls the head of the vibrator higher up, drawing back the hood of your clit so that the intense thrum churns directly against it.
you groan, throat dry and in need of water, back lilting off the mattress until your balmy belly meets his. "no moving, no moving," he croons, his kisses wet and hot as he seals them across your cheekbones. "stay still, and you'll get what you want. that's what you want, isn't it, to cum?"
your answer means nothing to him as your grip grows firmer around his wrist, trying to budge it away to speak when it drops, a gentle weight, against your throat.
your complaint is a broken, whiny coo when he swirls the vibrator in tight, controlled circles against your quivering button. your drooling hole wets his dorm bed's sheets as it seeps viscerally from you, nipples hard and eager as ethan's forearm drags against them with every movement.
ethan smirks again, perspirant curls dropping over his eyes and darkening the already-black irises. "tell me. use your words." he seethes, pushing the words out from behind clenched teeth, dropping the device so he can easily shove two crooked fingers into your weepy cunt, silencing your woes with a sloppy kiss against your mouth.
you cry out into his mouth, hips swiveling again as another climax teases you in your periphery, and ethan scoffs into your mouth, suckling your slick bottom lip into his own. "oh yeah, atta girl, you got it. tell me how much you want it." he pushes in deeper, the heel of his hand hard and firm against your clit. "tell me how much of a whore you are."
Content: Fluff, Sidney as a Matchmaker accidentally, Popular Stu n Nerd Reader, Silly jokes, Thriller n Slasher movies in like insane amount, Stu being Chaotic but Nonchalant in the reader's mind, idk what else to tag lol,
You wiped the dusty counter of the video store with a rag that had definitely seen better days, humming absentmindedly under your breath. The afternoon shift was usually quiet, which gave you plenty of time to overthink everything — especially him.
“Seriously, Sidney,” you muttered, stacking returned tapes, “can you please tell Randy that if he doesn’t bring back Halloween today, Mr. Johnson is actually going to ban him? He’s three days late already. Three! GUESS WHO'S GONNA GET CHARGED FOR IT”
Sidney leaned against the counter, flipping through a magazine with a knowing little smirk. “I’ve told him twice. He says he’s ‘studying the film for academic purposes.’”
“Yeah, right,” you laughed, rolling your eyes. “The only thing he’s studying is how many times he can watch Jamie Lee Curtis scream before—”
The little bell above the door chimed cheerfully.
Your heart immediately did that stupid fluttery thing it always did whenever he walked in. Stu Macher stepped inside, tall, messy-haired, wearing that signature goofy grin like he owned the entire planet. His eyes scanned the store lazily until they landed on you and Sidney.
Sidney didn’t even try to hide her amusement.“Oh look,” she said sweetly, loud enough for him to hear, “there’s your boyfriend.”
Your face burned instantly.“Sidney!” you hissed, elbowing her hard. “Shut up. He’s dating Casey Becker, first of all. And second, he wouldn’t even notice me. I’m just… the girl who organizes the horror section.”
Sidney raised an eyebrow, still smiling like she knew something you didn’t. “Um… you didn’t hear? They broke up like two days ago.”
You froze mid-wipe, the rag hanging limp in your hand. “They… what?”
Before Sidney could answer, Stu’s loud voice cut through the store.
“Yo! Ladies! What’s good?” He strolled over, hands in his pockets, that chaotic energy radiating off him like usual. “Please tell me you guys finally got the new Nightmare on Elm Street in. I’ve been dying to rewatch it but was kidnapped by Randy like every good movie in here .”
His bright blue eyes flicked to you for a second longer than usual. Or maybe you were just imagining it. Probably imagining it.
You swallowed hard, trying to play it cool even though your stomach was doing Olympic-level gymnastics.
“Uh… yeah, it’s on the recently back shelf,” you managed, pointing vaguely behind him.
Stu grinned wider. “Sweet. Thanks, babe.”
Babe.
He said it so casually it made your brain short-circuit.
As he wandered off toward the shelves, Sidney leaned in close and whispered: “See? This is exactly why I’m playing matchmaker. You two are exactly the same brand of weird. Just wait.”
You groaned and hid your burning face behind the rag.“Sidney, I swear to God…”
You stood there frozen behind the counter, rag still in your hand, mind spinning after what Sidney had just dropped on you.
They broke up? Stu and Casey actually broke up?
Your brain immediately started playing dangerous little scenarios. What if Sidney was right? What if… no. You shook your head. Stu Macher was still way out of your league. Popular, loud, ridiculously cute Stu who probably only saw you as “the nice girl who works at the video store.” Nothing more.
You were so deep in your daydream that you didn’t even notice him coming back until a tape case landed on the counter with a loud thump.
“Yo, this tape is broken,” Stu said, leaning on the counter with that signature crooked grin.
You blinked, snapping out of it. “Huh?”
“Yeah, I opened it and instead of Nightmare on Elm Street there’s some Thai porno inside. Wild, right?” His eyes sparkled with pure mischief.
You raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “I doubt Randy returned a Thai porno instead of Nightmare on Elm Street, Stu.”
He shrugged dramatically. “Hey, it’s a possibility! Guy’s been weird lately.”
You were about to reply when he suddenly leaned in closer, voice dropping into that playful tone that made your knees weak.
“But honestly? I mostly came back ‘cause I heard Sidney say I’m your boyfriend.” He tilted his head, grinning. “I didn’t know we’d been dating this whole time. Why didn’t you tell me, babe? That was rude”
Before you could even process, Stu gently took your hand and pressed a soft, dramatic kiss to the back of it, looking up at you through his messy hair with fake-serious heartthrob eyes.
Your face went nuclear. “I’m going to cut Sidney’s tongue out,” you muttered, mortified but unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips.
Stu let out a bright laugh, still holding your hand.“I adore that homicidal impulse. Super hot.”
He finally let go (reluctantly) and straightened up, though his grin stayed firmly in place.
“Alright, real talk though — I actually came to ask for a movie recommendation. Billy wants Nightmare on Elm Street but he’s banned from here… thanks to you, by the way.” He pointed at you playfully. “And because the idiot didn’t return Back to the Future on time. So hook me up with something good. Something we could maybe… watch together?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
You stared at him, heart hammering so loud you were sure the whole store could hear it. Stu was still leaning on the counter, looking way too pleased with himself after that hand kiss.“Wait… are you asking me out on a date?” you asked, voice coming out higher than you intended.
Stu blinked once, then his grin stretched even wider, all teeth and playful energy.“Nah, not exactly,” he said casually, tapping the counter with his fingers. “I’m just saying you should recommend me a movie so we can watch it together at my house.” He shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world. “It’s just a date, no going out. ‘Cause we’re not going out… we’re staying at my house.”
He said it so smoothly, so matter-of-factly, like he hadn’t just flipped your entire nervous system upside down. His blue eyes stayed locked on yours, waiting, that mischievous sparkle making it impossible to tell if he was joking or half-serious.
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.“So… you want me to come to your house… to watch a movie… and you’re calling that a date?” you clarified, cheeks burning.
“Exactly!” Stu pointed at you like you’d just solved a puzzle. “See? You get me. No pressure, no fancy dinner, no parents around… just you, me, a killer movie, and probably way too much popcorn. What do you say?”
He tilted his head, giving you that puppy-dog look mixed with his usual chaotic charm. For a second he almost looked nervous under all the confidence — or maybe that was just wishful thinking.
Your brain was screaming. This can’t be real. Stu Macher is asking you (sort of) on a not-going-out date.
You bit your lip, trying to play it cool even though your heart was doing cartwheels. Stu was still waiting for your answer with that ridiculous hopeful grin. “Okay… how about Possession?” you suggested, voice a little shy. “The one with Isabelle Adjani. It’s from 1981. Super intense, weird as hell, and kinda underrated.”
Stu’s eyes went wide like you’d just told him the meaning of life. “Wow. Not only do you have my full respect for picking an underrated gem… but a ‘80s horror film? That’s connoisseur level right there.” He placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “It’s not like I would’ve canceled if you picked something from the ‘70s or even Chucky, I’m not that pretentious… but damn. You got me on my knees.”
And then, without warning, Stu Macher actually dropped to one knee right there in the middle of the video store, looking up at you like you were some kind of goddess.
You couldn’t help it — you burst into giggles, covering your mouth with both hands. He was so expressive, so extra, so completely ridiculous… and somehow exactly what you wished you could be if you weren’t so painfully shy.
“Stu, get up!” you laughed, face burning bright red.
He stayed down for a second longer, grinning up at you.
You shrugged, still giggling. “I just know a lot about movies because… well, it’s my job. And when the store’s empty I usually sneak into the backroom and watch whatever I want. Last weekend I watched Cannibal Holocaust back there.”
Stu’s jaw dropped. He dramatically clutched his chest with both hands.“Marry me. Please. Right now. You’re a diamond in the rough. Marry me, I’m serious.”
Stu stayed on one knee for a dramatic second longer before standing up, brushing off his jeans with a sheepish but still playful grin.
“Okay, maybe the marriage proposal was a little sudden,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But it’s only fair, right? I only found out we were already dating because Sidney announced it.” He leaned on the counter again, eyes soft but sparkling. “But for real… would you wanna watch the movie with me? Please?”
You couldn’t hold back the giggles anymore. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. He was ridiculous… and you loved it. “Yeah,” you said softly, still laughing. “I’d like that.”
Stu’s whole face lit up like a kid on Christmas. “YES!” he shouted at the top of his lungs in the middle of the store. “She said yes! She said YES!”
He immediately started doing the most ridiculous victory dance you’d ever seen — flailing arms, shaking hips, spinning around like an idiot while knocking into a display of horror movie standees. One of the Cardboard Freddys almost fell over.
You were giggling so hard you had to hold onto the counter for support, face completely flushed. “Stu— oh my god, stop—”
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT HERE?!” Your boss, Mr. Johnson, stormed out from the back room, red-faced and furious. “Get back to work! This is a video store, not a damn circus!”
Stu instantly flipped him off behind his back while still grinning at you. Then he leaned in super close, voice dropping to a dramatic whisper:“Just ‘cause of that, I’m stealing the movie.”
“No!” you whispered back, still laughing. “They’ll deduct it from my paycheck!”
Stu gasped like that was the worst news ever. “Well then… I guess I’ll just have to steal a kiss instead.”
Before you could even react, he cupped your face with both hands and leaned over the counter, planting a quick but warm kiss right on your lips. It was playful, a little clumsy, and tasted like cherry soda and pure trouble.
When he pulled back, he was smirking like he’d just won the lottery.“See you tonight, babe.”
The second Stu walked out the door (still doing a little happy dance on his way to his car), you spun around so fast you nearly knocked over a stack of tapes.
“Sidney,” you whispered, voice shaky with disbelief, “please tell me all of that was real and I didn’t just hallucinate the last ten minutes.”
Sidney came out from behind the horror aisle with the biggest, most satisfied smirk you’d ever seen on her face. She looked way too proud of herself.
“Well…” she started, trying (and failing) to look innocent, “maybe it slipped out that I told Billy my best friend is head-over-heels in love with his best friend… and he told Stu. So… I guess you’re welcome?”
She reached over and gave your shoulder a gentle, supportive pat like she’d just fixed your entire life.
Your mouth fell open. “Sidney Prescott!”
“What!” she laughed, raising her hands. “You two have been staring at each other for months like lovesick puppies. Someone had to do something! And honestly? After watching Stu drop to one knee and then steal a kiss like that… I think my work here is done.”
You covered your burning face with both hands, peeking at her through your fingers.“I can’t believe you. I’m going to die. I’m actually going to die before I even get to his house tonight.”
Sidney grinned and bumped your hip with hers.
“You’re welcome, by the way. Now stop panicking and go pick out a cute outfit after your shift. Stu’s house, movie night, and Possession? This is straight out of a rom-com. My best friend is finally getting her moment.”
You groaned, but you couldn’t stop smiling. Your stomach was doing flips just thinking about it.
summary: chad likes you, and the feeling’s mutual! this is what he’d be like in a relationship!
a/n: hey pretties, i missed yall!!!
18+ content!!!
red: smut
orange: mild smut
white: fluff, everything else
warnings: size kink, high fucking, perv meeks martin, photographing during sex, pussy eating
a HUGE pothead (loves smoking with you, or not depending on your preference)
likes blowing smoke on you when you two fuck (or not, as said)
likes high makeouts
the most EXTRA extrovert to ever live. Gregarious, outgoing, you name it: that’s chad.
Genuinely a nerd and has many nerdy interests
loves yapping to you about the things he finds cool
“i got a new sonic plushie babe!” he’d exclaim to you like it’s the coolest thing ever, and then proceed to talk your ear off about sonic.
“wear yourself out…”
will yap to you about random things while he’s letting you ride him to distract himself from cumming too quick!
“i had the best lunch today, baby…”
“is that right?” you’d say, bouncing like a madman.
very possessive when it comes to you
one of his friends made a dirty joke about you while they were out, and he socked the shit out of him and left.
keeps you away from his friends, or any boys for that matter because “he knows how they act”
mildly perverted but doesn’t admit it
his reasoning is “when you look so good it’s hard not to be…”
physical touch is his love language by a mile. he loves touching you wherever he goes, and he loves being touched.
likes slinging an arm around you when you two walk around
whenever you two are at parties, he always makes sure to touch you more when he’s saying hi to his friends or when he sees others looking at you
very big on photography, and always takes the best photos of you or both of you while you’re out somewhere
loves taking candid photos and photos of scenery
likes to take photos of you while you two are fucking. don’t worry, it’s in his hidden photos.
“hold on… lemme get my camera…” he’d say, reaching a hand back to find the camera on his dresser, fumbling for it as you increase your suction.
“no fair-”
thinks every photo of his is a work of art, even the more scandalous ones
sends mirror pictures of himself (some are a bit unsafe for work if you catch my drift)
loves playing sports
gives off hella jock vibes
football is his main sport (qb)
is inked up and likes to talk to you about the meaning of his tattoos
yes, tatted like a chipotle bag
despite his build and the way he asserts himself, he can play both roles (iyk, yk)
has a size kink
likes the way he towers over you
LOVES seeing you struggle to take him in. seeing the stretch for the first time almost made him bust on the spot
very arrogant about everything and anything he does. the worst part is, he does it well, which makes your blood and many others boil.
talked big about his sex game and you thought he was bluffing. god were you wrong.
usually arrogant about sports or his niche interests because he knows a lot about them (he pretty much studies his favorite topics like a geek every night)
despite his athleticism, he CANNOT stay off the game and you wonder how he keeps his insane build
INSANE head game. will make you cum multiple times without even needing to use his fingers
loves to party and will drag you with him (to show you off of course)
a/n 2: again, again… i missed yall!! my fault for the writers block, blah blah blah… just had some stuff on my mind. making stu headcanons soon who said that?! 🤭
208 with randy? seen you haven’t wrote for him yet so if not it’s fine
title; picnics (Randy Meeks x fem!reader)
prompts; “… did you make me a packed lunch?” — from three hundred assorted dialogue prompts
warnings; established relationship, reader makes them a picnic lunch, soft!randy, possibly ooc cause i haven’t seen the scream movies in forever, uh that’s it i’m pretty sure but if i missed any lmk!!! (385 words)
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you’d met Randy after his class, like you always did. lunch together was an everyday thing, and neither of you had any plans of stopping it.
he smiled as he seen you, closing the distance between you with a soft kiss.
“hey baby”
Randy smiled at your greeting, stealing another kiss from you before you pulled back.
“ready for lunch?”
his question made you perk up, carefully reaching into your bag to pull out the packed lunch you had made earlier.
he paused, taking in the sight happening before him.
“…did you make me a packed lunch?”
he asked slowly as his eyes flicked between you and the packed lunch in your hand, earning a soft smile from you.
“i made us a packed lunch”
Randy was still a little confused, but he offered you a smile anyways as he moved closer, resting his hands on your hips.
your free hand rested on his chest, smile still bright on your face as you spoke.
“it’s a nice day, i was thinking we have a picnic type of lunch”
he shook his head but it didn’t change the fact his smile was still prominent on his face.
“you’re adorable, you know that?”
you slapped playfully at his shoulder before guiding him towards your usual lunch spot, his eyes full of love as he watched you.
instead of sitting on the bench like you usually did, you moved to the grass a little behind the table.
he watched you with a loving glint in his eyes, chuckling as you pulled out a blanket from your bag too.
“really?”
you smiled up at him, spreading the blanket before sitting down.
Randy followed after you, leaning in to steal a kiss from you and whispering against your lips.
“thank you sweetheart”
he pulled back to admire you, that loving glint in his eyes getting brighter the longer he watched you.
“you really are adorable”
his words made heat spread across your face, a sudden shyness filling you.
Randy had a way of making you feel like the only girl in the world, with a few simple words and some soft touches.
“and you’re a flatterer, can we eat now before you make me completely shy?”
he nodded, laughing softly as you dished out lunch.
okay but just imagine ethan being deep inside you then he pushes down at your lower stomach to feel where he is 😦
His fingers roam around your body, then they reach your lower stomach. You shudder at the sudden pressure on the skin of your belly, “I’m filling you up good, am I?” Ethan’s smirk was NOT once innocent.
“Really, really good,” You stammer, keeping one hand on the back of his neck—stroking.
His breathy moans indicated that he was close, you had kept him close just so those pretty little sounds could be reserved for your ears, and yours only.
“Just sit back, take it like the good girl you are—And I might be less harder on you in the future,” His pace being torturous as Ethan tries to gather his words.
this man just loved to breed you. And to be fair, you loved it too. So it wasn’t really a surprise that your period was lacking for over a month now.
When you bought the pregnancy tests you were nervous at first. You didn’t tell Stu, because you were a little anxious about what he‘ll say. You‘re still both in high school and it wasn’t really the goal for both of you to drop out as teenie parents.
When you took the test you were at his place. You’re always at his place since you found out that his parents just kind of abandoned him there.
You were just checking the result window when your boyfriend chimes into the bathroom. It’s a bad habit of his, he never minds if you’re currently pooping or just washing your hands in there. If he wants to be with you, he does.
He doesn’t even realize what’s going on at first, bragging about something Randy told him. When he finally sees the little white pen looking thing in your hands, he stops mid sentence.
"What do you have there, angel?"
When you silently show him the pregnancy test he snatches it from you, checking the result window with a frown.
"You‘re pregnant?", he whispers, looking at you with a baffled expression.
You just nod quietly, suddenly feeling a little ashamed.
The next moment you‘re scooped up into his arms. He spins you around like a little whirlwind and chuckles happily.
"I‘m going to be a dad!", he cheers, smile brighter than ever.
while you’re pregnant
Stu is still the goofy, lighthearted guy you fell in love with
but now he carries all your books and your school bag in school… well, he’s constantly carrying something for you
constantly talking to your belly like an idiot
he always makes sure that you‘ve eaten enough and that you’re hydrated
he even cooks for you
he‘s more protective than ever, always one arm around you or touching you in other little ways
pregnancy sex? yes. of course.
but there’s no position where you don’t face him anymore. he mostly fucks you in missionary, now.
deep and slow with intertwined fingers, pressing your hands into the sheets while he‘s constantly kissing some part of your pretty face or neck
"Is it safe for the baby?", because this idiot thinks his dick is big enough to poke his mini me inside the warmth of your womb
the birth
this idiot somehow managed to come with you into labour
he holds your hand and supports you
little forehead kisses
he eyes the midwifes, ready to fight them if necessary (it’s not necessary, he’s just overprotective)
he offers you water every now and then
when you struggle the first time a sly grin appears on his lips
"damn, angel, I did a great job, huh?"
he shut his mouth after you yelled at him and called him offending names like "stupid idiot"
he doesn’t mind, though. and he stays by your side nonetheless cuz he is, in fact, a stupid idiot sometimes and he appreciates that you still choose to stay with him, to have his child
when the midwives inform him that the little head peaks out he steps closer to have a look
did you thought he would faint? yes.
but he just stands there in awe, eyes sparkling as he watches how you press out the little being you both created
the midwives take the baby and wrap it up in a soft towel, handing it carefully to Stu, who smiles in awe at his little daughter
he steps to you and carefully hands you the little girl
"I want another one", he says which makes you glare at him, holding the little wonder in your arms
Warnings/contents: Smut: Fingering, blow job, rougher sex, various sex positions, orgasms, light dirty talk, light daddy kink. Strong language. Fluff.
Notes: I wrote this… really fast. I proofread it because I finished this around 5 am last night. I enjoyed writing this one a lot and I really hope that you guys enjoy this. The chapter advances fast, but I feel like that is what sex with Billy would be like: fast, rough, hard— then having a few moments of rest before going again.
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The weather was awful: the man on the news had previously in the day said that it was supposed to storm all night long, and so far, he was right.
The rain started at 9 PM and it hadn’t even lightened up by now at almost 11 PM. You didn’t mind much, listening happily to the loud thunder and the rain hitting hard against the windows by your front door. You yawned lightly, watching a boring movie and yet being unable to find anything interesting so you’d simply settled. It had been about five minutes since your last text from Billy. You wondered if he might’ve fallen asleep since he’d woken up early this morning.
Letting the movie continue playing, you stood and walked towards your small kitchen and raided the fridge. You really needed to go shopping, the only thing edible it seemed was the take out box of Chinese leftovers you had from two nights ago when Billy and Stu were over for movie night.
You settled when your stomach growled, grabbing the container full of orange chicken as well as the fried rice container and shut the fridge. The microwave was convenient for things such as this; late night snacking when you knew that you shouldn’t eat, but being unable to sleep and being hungry was never a good mix.
Reaching for the microwave and opening the door, you smiled at the sound of thunder booming across the sky overhead. This was the perfect weather to read. If only it wasn’t so late and your eyes were tired you might be interested in picking up the book you were currently reading.
A rapid knock on the door made you jump. Quickly checking your phone that sat face up on the counter and seeing no message from Billy, you cautiously walked towards the door and peeked out of the peephole. Billy stood there, nearly soaked. You opened the door quickly and moved aside.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, shutting and locking the door behind the man as he pushed his wet hair back from his face. “I figured you fell asleep.”
“I couldn’t sleep.” He said simply, stripping his coat off and hanging it over the stool beneath your counter. “Smells like leftovers.” He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips that you easily returned. His lips were cold, worrying you.
“You’re soaked,” you said, gesturing to the man to stay while you went to get a towel from the bathroom. It was a good thing that you had just done laundry and all of your towels were clean and smelt fresh. You walked back towards your front door, watching Billy strip his shirt off. “Here, dry off so you can get warm.” You took the shirt for him, trading him the towel. He wrapped the towel around his shoulders and kicked off his shoes with a sigh.
“Thanks. I hope I’m not bothering you.” With a smile, you reached forward and wiped a drop of water that was sliding down his cheek away from his handsome face.
“You’re never a bother. I’m sorry you got so wet.” He gave a quick shrug and unbutton his jeans, nearly making you flush as you looked away and walked back around the counter towards the microwave.
“I had to park far away. I figured it would be fine. I have clothes here.”
“They’re in the top drawer of my dresser,” you said with your back turned to the man as you watched your bowl turn slowly in the microwave, stomach grumbling again at the smell. Without a word, Billy walked towards your bedroom, knowing your apartment like the back of his hand. He’d spent many days and nights here with you. Even whole weekends when neither of you were busy.
You stopped the timer at 30 seconds and pulled the hot bowl out, using your fork to stir the food up. You gave a soft sound in content, excited to taste the food that had been calling your name the previous night. You were happy now that you saved it instead of eating it.
With a soft gasp, you jumped slightly before giving a soft chuckle when Billy wrapped his cold arms around you and leaned in to kiss your neck. You shivered at his touch.
“Your nose is freezing. Go get under the blanket, silly.” You were willing to give him the blanket on the sofa that you were using throughout the night to warm him up. He gave a soft hum, pressing another kiss to your shoulder before he let you go and went to sit on the sofa, wrapping the blanket around himself. “You can put whatever you want on.” You called to the man. “I couldn’t find anything to watch and just stuck with this movie.”
Bringing your bowl to the sofa and sitting snug beside the man, you watched him scroll through the channels that you had as he wrapped an arm around your warm body. You kissed his forearm before you leaned up and took a bite of the hot food; you nearly burned your tongue, but it was too delicious for you to hold out on. With a soft huff after you swallowed, you took another bite and hummed in content.
Billy put on a movie, a comedy that he had always liked, and turned his attention to you. You felt the mans heavy stare and sent him a small smile— something he returned before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips. You gave in, leaning gently into the man and returning his slow kiss. The bowl was warm on your lap, slowly starting to cool down but you decided to risk eating cold leftovers for the taste of Billy’s soft lips.
He raised his hand, gently gripping your chin and teasing your lip with his tongue. You gave a soft giggle and returned the gesture with your tongue against his mouth. Before Billy shoved his tongue past your lips, you pulled back and sent him a smile.
“Let me eat in peace,” you teased, earning a soft chuckle from the man as you turned back to your bowl.
“You leaned into it.”
“I know.” Billy’s fingers gently caressed your shoulder as he turned his gaze back to the television while you finished up your food. If he was going to get what he wanted tonight, he knew he’d have to be patient either way.
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As soon as your bowl of food was gone, you snuggled into Billy’s side, engulfed in his warmth from being dry and in your snuggly apartment. The weather was still bad— thunder booming loudly, hard enough that you swore you felt the building shake. The rain was falling hard and you were glad that Billy was here with you, holding you comfortingly and occasionally pressing a kiss to your head.
The two of you were going on 5 months of being together and you were nearly inseparable. Billy had been the best boyfriend that you’d had in the past— something you were incredibly relieved about. Having nothing but bad experiences thus far, you finally felt safe in Billy’s arms when the two of you napped together. Having him around just felt right.
With a yawn, you pulled away from Billy for a moment to stretch your body out. He quickly looked at you and raised an eyebrow.
“Sleepy?”
“No— I napped at like 6 o’clock. The weather is just making me think about how many naps I take when it storms.” He gave a soft hum in response, watching you as you shifted on the sofa in order to stay close to the man and let your sleeping foot stretch out onto the coffee table. You looked at Billy and smiled softly. “Are you tired?”
“Not at all.” You hummed, leaning closer to the man.
“Good.” Giving the man a soft kiss was your intention, but instead he leaned closer to you and extended your original plan. You didn’t fight it, pressing a hand to his thigh and kissing him back. The kiss was sweet— much like your previous— it was slow. Like before, you felt engulfed in the man and didn’t want it to end. You felt this way nearly every time that the two of you had made out.
He was an excellent kisser; his taste was simple and his smell was immaculate. Everything about him being so close to you made you desperate for more. He reached down, placing his hand on your leg and giving it a soft squeeze as he leaned closer into you. Shifting along with the man, you leaned gently back on the sofa with him on top of you. Your arms circled around his shoulders, keeping him close as he pushed his tongue into your mouth.
You gave a soft sound in content and shifted beneath the man, seemingly only making him press closer. One of your legs dangled off the sofa, your other between his legs. Billy pressed fully against you, an obvious hardness between his legs that made your cheeks flush. It was far from the first time Billy had gotten hard when the two of you were making out. It was also far from the first time that you had helped him out and let him touch you as well.
However, the two of you have never had sex.
After being in relationships where you were used purely for your body, you wanted to wait; to let the man prove that he was with you for you, not for your waistline and breasts.
But that didn’t mean you didn’t miss sex. That didn’t mean that you weren’t excited to feel him inside of you. In fact, it was far from it. You tingled at the thought of his fingers pushing inside of you again while he sucked on your neck. You gave a quick exhale when your lips parted for Billy to turn his head, but you were as quick as he was to connect your lips again. You grabbed tight onto the mans shoulders, giving a soft hum when he shifted his hips against you.
You were easily convinced by the man to give into his sexual desires. You shared them, thinking purely of the way his cock looked and how it felt in your mouth. You didn’t want to wait any longer, and you knew that Billy didn’t want to either. It seemed unspoken at the moment while you pulled on his dark blue shirt by the collar and ached to keep him closer. Your opposite hand buried in his hair, giving it a light tug that earned a soft grunt from the man over you.
Using your grip on his head to your advantage, you leaned your own back and gently guided his head down. He didn’t hesitate, his lips moving to your neck while your pulse beat rapidly beneath him with every kiss. You closed your eyes, the sound of the movie long drawn out by the sound of the rain and your racing thoughts. Billy was quick to give you a love bite that made you yelp before he kissed your skin again.
Slowly, he licked a trail along your warm skin and up to your chin. You looked back at the man, getting a few seconds to gaze into his eyes before he pressed his lips back to yours. The sight you saw was different than other times the two of you were in this position; he was aching for you like you were aching for him. You could tell by the lustful gaze in his dark eyes that you loved so much.
Billy wasn’t always the most expressive man, but his eyes told you everything that you needed to know. His love for you, his desperation for you, and right now his lust for you.
You were certain that your eyes matched his gaze. Your actions certainly did. Your lips were feverish against his, arms grabbing him tightly as you wrapped your leg around his waist and pushed his hips down against yours. Billy gave into his urge, grinding his hips against you and earned a sweet sound in return. His teeth caught your bottom lip, gently nibbling on it and giving it a soft suck before he let you go and pulled back with heavy breaths.
“Wanna go to your room?”
“I really do.” Both of you were out of breath, but he was quick to stand and grab your hand to help you as well. He pressed another kiss to your lips, one you leaned into quickly.
The two of you stumbled towards your bedroom, nearly tripping over several things on the way. Something fell and hit the floor with a ‘thud’ but your mind was occupied on Billy’s tongue. When his back hit a wall, the one right beside your bedroom door, he turned the two of you around and pushed you back against it, earning a grunt from you in return as he shoved his knee between your legs and yanked your hips towards him.
He shoved your head up, sucking on your neck with every quick kiss to your skin. You gave a quiet moan as you shifted against Billy’s thigh that pressed between your legs. You ached deeply inside for the man, this rush of sexual tension between you two only made each kiss and every touch that much better.
You reached down to grab at him, but he caught your hand and pressed it against the wall, biting your neck and making you yelp. His fingers easily pressed to your clit over the pajama pants that you wore. You let out a soft moan just as he went to shove his lips back against yours in a teeth-clattering kiss.
Before you could even think, Billy picked you up, slamming you back against the wall with your legs around his waist. You bit his lip by accident in return to his quick movements, but he didn’t even falter as he shoved his erection against your aching clit. You couldn’t wait for the clothing to come off and feel him inside of you for the first time.
“Mmm, Billy—“ You mumbled against his lips between hot, wet kisses. Neither of you cared about the drool on your chins, instead you were too focused on each other— the way Billy’s hips grinded against you in the front of your mind. Billy moved back a bit, sliding your shirt up to your waist. You quickly leaned closer so that he could strip the clothing off before pressing you back against the wall and tossing it somewhere. You hissed at the cold wall against your warm back, but it didn’t last long.
Billy finally pulled you away from the wall, walking to your bedroom and tossing you onto your bed, he got on top of you again, reaching over to turn the bedside lamp on while you ran your fingers up his shirt and felt along his light abs and to his chest.
Before he leaned back in to kiss you, Billy stripped his shirt and let it fall off the bed, grabbing your hands and sliding them up his chest, smirking at you when you bit your lip and smiled.
“You like what you see?” He asked in a teasing tone.
“I always like what I see.”
This wasn’t the first time the two of you had ended up in this position. But you both knew tonight was going to be different. There was a certain feeling in Billy’s gut that you wanted him this time. Your kisses were more desperate than the last.
“Then let’s get this off and let me admire your body, too.” He said, sliding his hand around your back and unclipping your bra. You shifted, making it easier on the man as he slid it off and tossed it aside, eyes falling to your breasts and giving a soft sigh. He reached down, fingers giving your left nipple a soft pinch and watching your other perk up quickly as you whined at the touch. “Do you want me?” He asked quietly. He knew the answer, but something told him to ask. When you confided in Billy about your past relationships, he took it to heart. He’d fallen in love with you over the years that you’d known each other. He didn’t want you to feel like you were just a sex toy to him— no matter how horny he was.
“I want you so bad,” you said back in a low tone. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to fuck me until I’m screaming.” He gave a soft chuckle and leaned down to kiss you.
“I’ll fuck you until your legs are shaking and you’re a blubbering mess.” Your fingers tingled at his words. Nobody had ever made your body react the way that Billy did.
He reached down, his fingers sliding into your pajama pants through the loose hem and pressing to your clit over the underwear that you wore; they were nothing special, plain black that didn’t match your pink bra.
You shifted your hips against his fingers as he started rubbing an antagonizingly slow circle against you. You gave a whine that made him laugh against your lips.
“You’re desperate, aren’t you?” He teased, gently biting your bottom lip before kissing it. “Patience, baby.”
“We’ve both been patient long enough,” you spoke, but Billy gave a hum in thought.
“I think I’ll make you wait a little bit longer.” You gave a disappointed groan and let your head fall back onto the comfortable bed. “Don’t worry— I won’t give you nothing. I’ll make sure you’re just barely brimming over the edge when I shove my cock inside of you.” He moved back, his fingers pulling your pajama pants down off your hips with your help. His fingers caught your underwear at the last second, tugging them down and moving so that he could slide them off of your legs.
He lifted your legs up, grabbing them with one hand while he tossed the clothing away, leaving you bare beneath him. Billy put your ankles on his shoulders and took his time gazing across your body.
“Every time I see it, it gets better.” He spoke quietly, his fingers sliding along your inner thighs and pressing to your clit. You gave a soft whimper at the touch before Billy moved his fingers down and teased your entrance. At the feeling, he immediately laughed. “Someone sure is wet tonight.”
“I told you— I’m ready for you.” He gave a thoughtful hum and abruptly shoved two of his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, earning a moan in return as he started to pump them inside of you. “Oh, Billy—“ You whined out, wiggling your hips against his hand. He placed his other hand on your hips and pressed you into the bed. “Mmm— Billy, please… move them faster.” He did as you asked, moving his fingers quicker inside of you and giving a soft kiss to your ankle before he shoved a third inside of you and earned a glorious moan from you just as the thunder boomed overhead.
Billy moved, letting your feet lay on the bed and resting down on his stomach. He didn’t waste any time before he put his tongue on your pussy, sliding it from the wetness against his fingers all the way to your clit that he gently sucked on and earned another sweet sound in return from. The sound of you moaning his name made him throb in the sweatpants that he was wearing. He could never hear it enough.
He swirled his tongue around your clit, fingers curling deep inside of you and making you moan out his name again. Your toes curled at the sensation of his warm tongue licking quickly at your clit and his fingers teasing your g-spot. He gave a suck to your clit before he started kissing along your hips towards your leg. Billy left a bite mark on your inner thigh that made you yell out. He kissed the spot, knowing that it was going to bruise— just what he wanted. A wordless way to say that he was here between your legs like nobody else could be ever again.
Your hips struggled against his mouth when he went back to your clit. He could feel the intensity building up; he knew for sure that you were going to have an orgasm soon, so with one final suck, he pulled his mouth and fingers away.
You looked at the man with a betrayed look, one that earned a teasing laugh.
“I told you that I was going to leave you brimming to the edge.” He spoke teasingly, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips that you quickly returned. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” Flustered, you were quick to get up and watch the man strip his pants and boxers , letting his aching erection finally be free from the clothing. You got on your knees on the floor at the end of the bed and leaned in to take the head into your mouth.
You could taste the pre-cum that was sliding down his shaft. With a hard suck, you pulled back and let him pop free from your mouth. He gave a soft sigh, hands reaching for your head while you leaned down and licked his balls. Billy watched you quietly, knowing that you knew what you were doing with him. Your tongue slid up his shaft before you engulfed the tip of his cock back into your warm mouth and started to bob your head along him, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth and reaching down with your free hand to hold his balls, occasionally gripping at them with your fingers.
You gave a quiet hum around him, shifting on your knees and pressing your legs together; you were aching for the man, sucking on his cock only made it worse. You were imagining how it would feel inside of you when Billy suddenly thrusted his hips up a couple of times and gagged you with his cock. Following suit, you took more of him into your mouth with every bob of your head, sucking on him and earning a quiet sound from the man as he held tighter onto your hair.
He twitched in your mouth as you sucked hard and slowly worked your way towards teasing his cockhead.
“Fuck,” he mumbled quietly, tugging gently on your hair while you started to deep-throat him again. Your fingers gripped tight at his thighs as he would thrust his hips up occasionally to gag you around him. Billy gave out another sigh before he pulled your head back and his cock slipped from your mouth. Drool slid down your chin as you met his gaze. He guided you up and pressed a kiss to your lips before he pulled you up with him as he stood and turned to shove you onto the bed.
“Scoot back.” You did as he said, moving to where your head would rest on the pillows you had. He sat between your legs, cock throbbing in his hand as he pressed a kiss to your lower stomach. “Ready?” You bit your lip and nodded, eyes following his every movement as he often did with you. Billy moved closer, lifting your legs to rest loosely around his waist.
You shivered as the tip of his cock pressed against your aching entrance. Without a second to spare, Billy started to push himself inside of you, his grip on your legs tight as he watched you lay your head back and moan. He closed his eyes, letting out a quiet moan of his own as he pushed all of himself inside of you.
Billy didn’t wait long, almost immediately starting to thrust his hips and pulling almost all of the way out before shoving it all back inside of you. Your eyes seemed to roll back into your head at the feeling of him bottoming out inside of you.
“Oh, f-fuck, Billy—!“ You moaned weakly, hands reaching down to hold his own against your thighs. “God, please go faster,” you finally met his gaze, eyes desperate as you squeezed his hands. “Please, daddy— please.” He sent you a small, teasing smile at the nickname you had given him long ago. It was an accident at first, but he had said that he wanted you to call him it and it had stuck quickly.
Billy started to thrust his hips faster, earning a pleasured moan from you; it was clear that you’d been aching for this as much as he had, so he decided to give you what you wanted and started to rock his hips even faster against you.
Each thrust seemed to earn him another, sometimes different, sound in pleasure. Billy lifted your legs, letting your ankles rest on his shoulder and leaning up slightly, burying himself further inside of you and earning a loud squeal in return.
He gave a soft chuckle and panted lightly, the feeling of you clenching around him was better than he thought it would be. You were so ready for him, but you were so tight. Squeezing around him with every rough thrust inside of you. Suddenly, he pulled out of you.
“Put your ass up in the air. I’m gonna fuck you in doggy.” You quickly nodded and moved onto your knees, resting down on your elbows. He pressed a soft kiss to your butt before he shoved himself inside of you without warning and nearly made you scream. Billy didn’t start slow and teasing this time. Instead he was fucking you as if he’d done this to you a thousand times, simply knowing your body by heart.
His fingers grabbed at your waist, but he pulled a hand back to give your ass a slap that made you moan as you wiggled back against him. Billy leaned over you, pressing down against your body and wrapping his arm around your neck, letting your chin rest against his forearm while he fucked you as fast as he could in the new position. You shifted beneath the man, being as close as humanly possible while moaning almost pathetically.
He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and moved to grab the headboard with one hand, grabbing your ass with the other and occasionally giving it a rough slap that left it red. Billy moved you, lifting your upper body up with his arm and pressing you flush back against his chest. Your head laid back on his shoulder, your hair tickling his nose before he leaned down and kissed your shoulder where he could.
You were quickly becoming a moaning, blubbering mess against the man as he shoved deep inside of you. This time, he reached around and started to rub your clit, his lips kissing your shoulder as you moaned loudly. You could barely move back against the man as you reached your first orgasm, digging the back of your head into his shoulder.
Billy pushed you forward, pressing your hands to the headboard as he pulled back to watch himself fuck you from behind. He gave a soft moan, glancing at you as your shoulders leaned against the bed frame. You moaned again for the man, returning a few of his lagged thrusts by pushing your hips back against him. He leaned forward and bit your shoulder this time.
“Ah! Billy!” You yelled out, squeezing the mans cock tighter than before as he grabbed rough at your waist. You knew that you would be bruised tomorrow, but you didn’t care. The only thing on your mind was Billy’s cock slamming inside of you and the headboard starting to hit the wall along with the creaking of the bed.
Once again, Billy pulled back and let himself slide out of you, this time turning you and setting you on his legs. He pressed a kiss to your lips, slowly bringing you down with him as he laid on the bed. You shifted on the man, trying not to break the heated kiss as you pushed his cock inside of you. Billy’s hands groped at your ass, lips hot against your own as you started to rock against him.
Finally, you pulled back, leaning back onto his legs and rolling your hips on him. He met your gaze with a dark look in his eyes, fingers holding onto you as if you might disappear. You were flushed, sweaty— but he could only think about you rocking your hips against him. Billy stilled you, starting to thrust up inside of you and giving a soft moan as your breasts bounced with every movement.
You went along, starting to bounce along on his cock until he stopped and let you do the work. Your thighs started to burn quick, but watching Billy lay his head back and gulp was enough to keep you going all night if he asked you to.
A quiet moan left Billy, something you’d heard several times and were shocked by every time. Billy didn’t seem like the kind of guy to moan during sex.
The sound was like heaven to your ears.
When you started to slow your pace, Billy stopped you and leaned himself up onto his elbows, meeting your gaze as he panted along with you.
“Lay down.” Billy moved with you, pulling your hips against him and shoving himself inside of you, making you moan out loudly. He leaned in this time, down on his elbows, his nose pressed to your shoulder as he started to thrust inside of you.
Your toes curled s you wrapped your legs around his waist and clenched at his shoulders. You could feel another orgasm coming quick with every steady thrust from the man.
“Fuck, daddy I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Please, daddy— don’t stop! Don’t stop!” He didn’t say anything, but he pressed a kiss to your shoulder and continued at his pace, giving a soft grunt as you clenched around him and pressed up against him as you reached another orgasm. “Will you cum in me?” You asked the man after a few desperate pants. He gave a soft hum and pulled back to meet your gaze.
“I sure as hell will.” He pressed his hands flat on either side of your head, watching your face as you moaned out; Billy thrusted his hips quick against you, knowing that he wasn’t going to last much longer.
For this round at least.
He leaned his head back, closing his eyes and biting his lip.
“Fuck,” he mumbled. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” He met your eyes again and panted. “I’m gonna cum.” You reached up, fingers sliding through his hair.
“Cum as deep inside of me as you can so I can feel you dripping out of me.” He bit the inside of his cheek, not letting the higher moans he could give slip from his mouth; instead, he grunted with every thrust, though only giving a few before he quickly shoved all of himself inside of you and moaned quietly as he came. He gave a few slow thrusts afterwards before he let himself rest and licked his lips.
“Goddamn,” he moved away from you, laying on the bed beside you and wrapping an arm around you as you moved closer. You were both still panting, coming down from the high of sex together. “You feel even better than I thought you would.”
“Mmm, ditto.” He chuckled at your sleepy tone and pressed a kiss to your head.
“Is that all you got in you? Just one round?” He teased, but you were quick to fire back.
“Give me five minutes and I could ride your dick for hours.”
“Maybe I should hold you to that.”
“Hold me against whatever you want, baby. If it’s you, I’d certainly not mind.”
