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summary: Keys is a game developer secretly living a double life as Spider-Man. He’s in love with you, his coworker, who also slowly starts suspecting him, while also being a huge Spider-Man fan with a fan account, but Keys tries to keep his double identity secret to not get fired from his job.
tags: Slow burn, friends to lovers, fluff, reader is a female, second-person pov, reader is a nerd
pairing: spider-man!Keys Mckey x reader
notes : it's my first fic since middle school and my first time actually posting on Tumblr, i used to post on Wattpad so yeah and English is not my first language :(<3
chapter 1 out of ??
Key's mornings always started the same way, having his coffee, putting his glasses on, and checking whether you were already at work before him. The moment the elevator doors opened onto the Soonami floor, his eyes automatically drifted toward your desk, it's empty, but he was weirdly relieved by you being late today,that gave him at least a few minutes to settle down before seeing you.
Not that seeing you was a bad thing, quite the opposite actually and that was the problem.
Keys adjusted the strap of his bag and headed toward his desk, already mentally preparing for the mountain of work waiting for him there. He barely took three steps before someone grabbed his shoulders out of sudden.
"Looking for someone?"
A startled noise escaped him as he spun around. You were standing there just behind him, trying not to laugh at him.
"Oh my God," he breathed, pressing a hand against his chest, the other holding his bag’s strap. "You can't just do that out of nowhere."
"Do what?"
"Appear."
You laughed.
"Pretty sure that's a normal thing people do, can't really help it….."
"Not from behind."
"I'm sorry, next time I'll send an email first since you're so glued to your laptop."
Keys rolled his eyes despite the smile threatening to form, then your expression changed slightly but not dramatically, you looked up at his forehead.
"Wait."
Immediately, every alarm bell in his body started ringing and he stand up straight.
"What?"
"You have like….a scratch ?"
Keys froze when you said that immediately
"A scratch ?"
"Right there."
You pointed toward your own forehead to show him, safe to say his stomach literally dropped.
Last night in this alley, when the attempted robbery happened, probably where and when he got that suspicious scratch but Keys totally forgot about that detail.
"You didn't notice?"
Your eyebrows lifted, how can someone get hurt and not notice it or feel a little pain ? Keys laughed nervously.
"No, I just…."
He absolutely had not noticed….not the kind of details he'd remember after stopping a robbery as a masked hero anyway.
"I must've missed it this morning, I don't know, it's not important."
You studied him for a moment, a long one, where he felt like you could somehow see straight through him and what he's hiding
"How'd it happen?"
You asked quickly before he could even say anything to defend himself
"A pigeon."
Keys replied, fast too. Then silence between you two, you just look at him for a few seconds.
"A….pigeon…scratched your forehead ?"
"No."
Keys immediately regretted speaking and disagreeing.
"I mean yes ? Uh, sort of."
Your lips twitched.
"Sort of ?"
"It flew into me."
"A bird attacked you ? Like…before work ?"
"It wasn't an attack..."
"It sounds like an attack, Keys."
"It was more of a misunderstanding."
You stared at him and keys stared back at you.
Neither of you said anything for a second.
But then fnally, you nodded slowly.
"Right, okay"
"You don't believe me, I can tell by the way you're looking at me.”
"I didn't say that."
"You absolutely don't believe me."
You laughed and for once Keys didn't find it cute or funny because he know you're having suspicions about his pigeon attack.
"See you in the meeting I guess, don't be late and don't be attacked by birds again."
Then you walked away, Keys watched you go, which was a mistake because Mouser immediately appeared beside him, holding his laptop in one hand.
"Bird attack ?"
Keys closed his eyes immediately, maybe out of shame.
"I panicked."
"You told her a pigeon assaulted you."
"Yeah I know I was there"
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."
"I know."
Mouser looked toward your desk, then back at Keys.
"There's no way she believed you."
Keys groaned.
"Don't say that."
Across the office, you looked up from your computer. Your eyes briefly met Keys' for a few seconds, then your gaze flickered to the scratch on his forehead, before returning to your screen.
Mouser sighed.
"Yeah. She thinks you're weird now.”
The meeting room is now full of employees taking their seats, it was quiet in a way that made every small sound feel louder, the tapping of pens, the soft shuffle of chairs…..
Keys sat near the middle of the table, shoulders slightly hunched, pen rolling between his fingers, he wasn’t really listening yet.
Because Antwan hadn’t started talking about anything important yet, at the head of the table, Antwan was already struggling with his laptop.
“This is ridiculous.” he muttered, clicking the trackpad aggressively. “Every time I have a meeting, this thing decides to act like it’s never been turned on before.”
Mouser leaned back in his chair, clearly entertained.
“Maybe it’s afraid of you.” Mouser said.
A few people snickered but Antwan shot him a sharp look.
“Funny.” he said flatly. “Unlike some people, I actually work with technology instead of against it.” He turned back to the laptop.
“Right. Let’s get this on the screen.”
He clicked once and still nothing happened so he clicked again, harder but still nothing. He sighed loudly, like the entire room was personally mocking him. “Unbelievable.”
He leaned closer, typing something aggressively, then finally managed to bring up his desktop, then opened a browser. YouTube.
Keys immediately straightened slightly, that was never a good sign with all those videos of him going around internet right now, and just like that, a v video loaded, and Spider-Man appeared on the screen. The footage was pretty shaky, clearly filmed from street level. Spider-Man swung between two buildings before landing too fast on a fire escape, stumbling slightly before recovering like it was nothing and continuing forward.
A few employees in the room chuckled quietly, not necessarily because it was funny, but because Antwan’s expression had already shifted, he leaned back in his chair with a long, exaggerated sigh.
“Oh great, just what we needed.” he said. “This guy again.”
A couple of soft giggles went around the table, everyone knew how Antwan felt about Spider-Man, hee never hid it.
Antwan waved a hand toward the screen.
“I swear, every week it’s the same thing with this guy.” he continued. “Spider-Man saves one person, breaks three windows, and suddenly everyone acts like he’s some kind of public service.” More laughter can be heard in the room, slightly louder this time.
“Funny, right? You’re laughing.” Antwan said, noticing it immediately. “But I’m serious. He’s causing more damage than he fixes, chaos everywhere he goes.” He turned slightly toward the room.
“I mean, at what point do we admit that this is not working ?”
The laughs kept going with a few people now nodding.
“Can I get some water ?” Antwan looked over sharply.
You were already standing, calm as ever, holding a glass, he blinked.
“Yeah. Fine. Whatever.”
You walked forward without hesitation, placed the glass gently in front of him, then turned slightly. But before stepping back, you said it anyway.
“He still saves people.” You said looking at your boss, not defensive or anything, but just a fact, spider man did saved lives after all, at least tried to. The room went quiet for half a second.
Antwan clicked his tongue, clearly uninterested in continuing that conversation.
“Sure. Whatever you say. Let’s move on.”
He turned back to his laptop, finally exiting the video, the screen switched to a presentation file.
But Keys didn’t move. His pen stopped rolling between his fingers. Because hearing you say that, that he saved people, like it wasn’t even a debate, did something heavy to his chest.
You walked back toward your seat and passed behind him. Keys barely turned his head, but he knew exactly where you were. You sat down beside him again, chair scraping softly against the floor, way tooo close for him.
And across the table, Mouser was watching him again with that same expression, "I know something you don’t know” expression, but Keys ignored it, or at least he tried to.
Antwan clapped his hands once.
“Alright,” he said sharply. “Let’s actually focus on something important now. Preferably something that doesn’t involve a masked man swinging through glass like a disaster in our city.”
A few quiet laughs returned, but smaller now.
Keys exhaled slowly, forcing himself to look at the table, not at you or at the screen, not at anything that might give him away.
But as the meeting continued, your voice lingered in his mind anyway.
“He still saves people.”
And Keys, sitting there with a secret he could barely hold together, had to carefully pretend that meant nothing to him at all.
By the time the office started emptying, the light outside the glass windows had already shifted and afternoon bleeding into evening.
Most of the floor had cleared out, the usual noise replaced by the sound of cleaning carts and the occasional beep of a locked computer shutting down.
Keys had gathered his things twice already before pausing because he noticed you were still there, at your desk, focused.
Typing with thee determination you always had when you were trying to finish something properly instead of rushing it just to leave.
He hesitated near your desk.
“You’re still here?” he asked.
You didn’t look up immediately.
“Yeah,” you said. “I’ve got a few things to finish.”
“But it’s getting late.”
“I know.”
He didn't say anything for a few seconds and adjusted his backpack strap.
“I can walk you home.”
That comment made you finally look up at him, but now he actually looks unsure like he had overstepped something without meaning to.
You finally just shook your head gently.
“I’m good,” you said. “I’ll probably leave even later anyway. Don’t worry about it.”
He hesitated first then nodded slowly.
“Okay. Just… text when you’re heading out ?”
It came out more carefully than he intended and he immediately regretted it. But you gave him a small friendly smile.
“Sure, Bird Boy.”
He immediately rolled his eyes at the nickname
“Please don’t call me that again….”
You shrugged and went back to your work, Keys looked at you for a few seconds before finally walking away.
Keys walked home with Mouser down the street, hands tucked into his pockets, listening half to Mouser talk about something completely unrelated and still thinking about the fact that you were still inside that building alone.
“You’re doing it again and you're not even listening to me” Mouser said.
“What am I doing ?”
“You're worrying.”
“I’m not worried.”
Mouser looked at him and Keys avoided his gaze.
“…I’m just saying she’s alone in the office.”
“She’s a grown adult…” Mouser replied.
“I know that, thank you.”
“And yet you look like you’re about to go back and personally escort her home like a bodyguard.”
Keys didn’t respond, Mouser just sighed.
“Relax. Nothing’s going to happen, she worked there for a long time, she know her way home, it's not like she's in danger or anything”
Probably one or two hours later, you finally left work to head back home, you grabbed your things and walked to the nearest subway. The subway car was almost empty but not unusual for that time of night. Just a handful of passengers scattered across the seats.
You sat near the middle, bag resting beside you, eyes half-focused on your screen.
But after a few minutes in, the train slowed, then stopped without any announcements.
The lights started to flickered a few times then went out. Someone sighed loudly, no signal.
You frowned slightly, looking around, it means you'll probably be home late and you still wanted to check your work for tomorrow, but now you're stuck in this subway for God knows how long, with no wifi and upset passengers, and you haven't eaten anything for dinner.
Then finally when everyone thought the train would be back on, a sharp metallic sound echoed through the tunnel, but not a normal train sound, something deeper, almost like something was wrong.
The car tilted slightly as power cut in and out again, a few passengers stood, confused, the train stayed still.
And then, a sound above you, a sudden impact on the roof of the subway car that made everyone froze with the sounds of a few hits
Something moved across the top of the train fast enough that it made the metal groan, followed by a sudden crash.
A section of the subway door bent inward slightly before snapping open, with wind rushed through the tunnel.
And in the opening, Spider-Man appeared.
Hanging upside down for half a second before dropping into the car with a controlled landing, in total silence, except a few people gasped at the view of spider man actually being here on time, a few people even take pictures and videos
You just stared, he didn’t say anything at first.
His head turned quickly, scanning the situation in a way that felt practiced.
“Everyone okay ?” he asked.
A few people nodded, he exhaled slightly.
“Good. Train lost power. We’re stuck between stations, but I’m gonna get you out.”
He moved fast, too fast to properly follow.
A panel somewhere opened, he worked like he already knew exactly what was wrong.
Like this wasn’t the first time you stayed still, not necessarily scared or anything. Just… aware.
Something about him felt familiar in a way you couldn’t place, of course you knew spider man, you knew basically all about him, but you never actually saw him this close or even be saved by him.
Then as suddenly as he came, he was gone again, but not before taking a glance at you.
“Stay calm !” he called before disappearing back up through the roof. “I’ve got it!”
It didn’t take long for power to return, the train jolted slightly and lights flickered back on.
Eventually, it started moving again like nothing had happened. You immediately stood up to look at the window to see if he was still there but no, he really did just disappeared after helping fix the train, you sighed and sat back down.
When you finally got home, the silence of your apartment felt heavier than usual, you kicked off your shoes slowly and left your bag by the door. You don't even bother making dinner, you just grab the nearest snack before brushing your teeth and changing into your pajamas.
Then sit down on your bed without turning on the lights, for a while, you just stare at nothing before picking up your phone and unlocking it just to look up “Spider-Man subway incident” then another search, and another, and another.
Clips from different angles of what had happened underground, people talking about him like he was real and impossible at the same time and you just keep scrolling and scrolling again, even watching other videos, some from last week or last month, you look up what people said about him online, the negative and positive posts.
You weren't even sure how much time had passed anymore, video after video played on your screen, people arguing about Spider-Man and defending him. People criticizing him, and obviously some trying to figure out who he was.
You scrolled through comments, then another video, then another.
At some point, you found yourself watching the footage from the subway again, the moment he landed.
The way he immediately checked if everyone was okay before doing anything else and the way he disappeared the second the situation was under control.
Your thumb paused over the screen, something about it felt familiar again, you frowned, then immediately shook your head. That was ridiculous.
Spider-Man was Spider-Man, and whoever is under the mask is probably some guy nobody ever heard of before.
But your mind immediately drifted to Keys, to the scratch on his forehead and his terrible pigeon story, to the way he'd offered to walk you home.
"Such a weirdo."
You locked your phone and set it on the nightstand. Within minutes, your eyes closed.
And for the first time in a long while, two people occupied your thoughts before you fell asleep.
One was a masked hero who saved you and other passengers today in a subway, and the other was your coworker Walter McKey.
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Your son had been taking a real interest in baseball lately. It was already the third practice this week, and he hadn’t stopped talking about it once, about how Coach Steve taught him how to throw better, how he adjusted his form, how he proudly complimented his swing. Your son talks about practice the whole way home afterward, filled with enthusiasm thanks to his supportive coach.
You’ve taken a bit of a liking to your son’s coach too. Steve, Coach Steve, as the kids formally called him, was an attractive man, very good with the kids, and charming in a way that he had the skills to back up. The kids easily would listen to him, how natural he took on the role of a mentor while he instructed them.
You weren’t the only woman who fawned over the handsome coach. Plenty of other mothers, whose sons were coached by Steve, were a mess around him.
You told yourself that it was only attraction. You were no different from the others. That it was nothing more than noticing someone who happened to look charming and good at what he did.
Now, he had you beneath him. His hands gripping around your waist tight, pulling you closer so he could slam his hips against yours. The force made your back arch, a sharp gasp caught in your throat from the pull, yet, he kept moving against you, dragging another moan out of you with every roll of his hips, each thrust slapping loudly between you
His fingers digged into your skin, keeping you still as he dragged his cock in and out of your soaking cunt, each inch stretching your walls, pressing deep against that spot that made your legs clench around his hips.He rolled his hips deeper, thrusts getting messier, pulling out just enough to make you whine, then shoving back in harder, pulling another moan out of you.
“I should give you another– mmph- baby,” Steve managed between hash breaths. “You’re already a mommy. what’s one more in you?”
You were unable to respond, your breath shaky as the rush of pleasure became overwhelmingly too much, washing over your entire body. Your stomach tightened, your walls squeezing around him tightly enough to tear a groan out from his throat. You came hard around his length as he kept moving, your juices coating him with every quick thrust.
“let me finish inside,” Steve breathed, feeling his cock pulsate around you. His grip tightened around you, snapping his hips forward harder, desperately chasing for his own release as he groaned out, “Fu-fuck, please, let me make you mine. i’ll give you whatever you want.”
“do it, Steve. i’m yours,” you breathed out.
He slammed his hips forward one last time, his cock twitching deep inside you, and you felt his heavy warmth spilling out as he came hard, letting out a long groan as buried himself in you. His grip on you loosened, but his body kept fucking his release into you, grinding to make sure every last drop stayed inside.
Carve your name into my bedpost
'Cause I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
You and Steve Harrington have been dancing around your feelings for each other for months. You finally decide enough is enough at his birthday party.
pairing: steve harrington x reader
words: 9.5k
contains: (18+ smut!! minors dni) porn with a plot, slight dry humping, fingering, oral (fem receiving), finger sucking, steve is packing, p in v, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, pet names (baby, sweet girl, pretty girl), friends to lovers, alcohol consumption, idiots in love, mutual yearning, men being awful (not steve though!!), humiliation and embarrassment, female reader, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns for reader.
author's note: back at it again with another taylor swift songfic! i've had this one planned for a long time so i was really glad it won the 3k special songfic poll. hope you guys enjoy this one! also the fact i wrote a filthy smut while on my period too? maybe my biggest achievement
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Robin Buckley was losing the will to live.
She didn’t know why she had agreed to go dress shopping with you. Perhaps it was your promise of a greasy hot dog after or perhaps she just wanted to be a good friend. Either way, she wished she hadn’t been so charitable and that she was anywhere in the world that wasn’t the GAP dressing room.
“You know, I think I’m starting to warm to the last dress,” Robin calls out to you through the curtain in the hopes that it would help end the shopping trip. Because after nearly two hours, Robin was beginning to wish she was back in the secret Soviet military base beneath Starcourt being interrogated by evil Russians.
“You said the dress made me look like I was going to church!” You call back, shuffling around in the changing room as you tug off a lime yellow chiffon dress that Robin said made you look like a lemon drop over your head. “I don’t want to look like that!”
Robin is thankful you’re still getting changed behind the curtain so that you don’t see her roll her eyes in exasperation.
“Then what do you want?” Robin asks with an air of impatience. “Because I’m hungry and you promised me hot dogs!”
You sigh and glance at the dresses you still had yet to try on and can’t help but feel a little dejected. Steve’s birthday party was on Saturday and you were struggling to find a dress that felt good enough for the party. If it was anyone else’s party, you would have just worn a nice top and either jeans or a denim skirt. But this was Steve Harrington’s party and you wanted to look good. Really good. Because after months of you and Steve dancing around your feelings for each other, you had finally had enough.
And so, you had come up with a little plan to show up to Steve’s party in a nice dress and hope that he would finally take a hint.
The only problem being—is that you were struggling to find said nice dress. And now you were starting to wonder if it was a stupid plan.
“I don’t know,” you tell Robin miserably, deciding to abandon the dresses you had left to try on in favour of pulling back on your jeans and t-shirt. “I just want something that makes me, you know, stand out to Steve.”
“You always stand out to him,” Robin tells you gently, softening a little at your slightly dejected tone. “But he’s also a guy so he’s also an idiot.”
You laugh a little but your stomach turns a little as you wonder—not for the first time—if Steve really did like you the way everyone told you he did. Robin insisted that Steve liked you, so did Dustin, Max, Lucas and even Nancy. Everyone told you Steve was crazy about you. So why hadn’t he made a move? Why hadn’t he been honest with you about his feelings? What if everyone was wrong? What if he didn’t actually like you and you were making a fool of yourself?
“Are you overthinking again?” Robin asks you when you say nothing.
“No,” you say, the uncertainty in your voice evident as you pull back the curtain to see Robin sitting in the armchair outside of the dressing room. “Maybe? I dunno Robin, I’m starting to doubt the plan.”
Robin sighs, glancing over at the dresses you still had to try on before looking back at you. “You know what I think the problem is?”
“What?”
“I think you’ve been trying to find the wrong type of dress.”
You blink, a little confused by Robin’s words. “What's wrong with the dresses?”
“Nothing! Not really they just—they don’t scream ‘fuck me’, you know?”
“Robin!”
“What?” Robin asks, holding her hands up in surrender. “Do you or do you not want Steve Harrington—christ, I can’t believe I’m saying this—want Steve to fuck you?”
You were aghast, your mouth hanging open in shock at her words. But you don’t deny it because yeah—you did want to him to fuck you.
“I—I um, I mean—”
“—see? You need a ‘fuck me’ dress not a ‘take me to church’ dress,” Robin tells you, stepping into the dressing room to grab the pile of dresses resting on the bench. “Stay right there. I’ll find a dress for you and it’ll make Steve want to fuck your brains out—”
“—Robin!—”
“—kidding! Mostly.”
But the thing is—Robin hadn’t been kidding.
Because the dress she had picked for you was one that didn’t just say ‘fuck me’—it screamed it.
“Are you sure it isn’t too booby?” You ask Robin for perhaps the millionth time as you adjust the strap: of your dress. It was the night of the party and you were getting ready at Robin’s before Steve came to pick you both up and it was only natural that your nervous system was a mess.
“I highly doubt Steve Harrington of all people would think a dress was ‘too booby’,” Robin says with a slight roll of her eyes. “He’ll just see that hint of your cleavage and forget what year it is.”
You smile a little but still, you weren’t entirely convinced. Because now that you were wearing the dress—which was beautiful, the glittering material a mix of black and a deep red that couldn’t help but catch the eye—you were wondering if it was too late to just wear some of Robin’s clothes instead.
But before you could suggest such a thing, the familiar sound of Steve’s car horn came from outside and the words die on your tongue.
“C’mon,” Robin tells you, seeing the slightly panicked look on your face. She gently fixes a piece of stray hair and smiles at you. “You look incredible. Don’t overthink it, okay?”
“Easier said than done,” you mutter as you grab the gift bag with Steve’s present—a watch you knew he had his eye on—in and following Robin out of her bedroom.
You vaguely hear Steve talking animatedly to Robin’s parents in her living room as you make your way down the stairs. Your heart was beating so fast that it felt as though it was attempting to beat its way out of your chest. You felt hot all over, clammy even and you didn’t quite know what to do with your hands because this dress was so far out of your comfort zone that you had the urge to run upstairs and take it off.
As if she had a sixth sense for any thoughts you had of fleeing—Robin grabbed your arm and gave you an encouraging smile when you reached the bottom of the staircase.
“You look great. Stop doubting yourself or I swear to god, I’ll slap you. That four hour shopping trip wasn’t for nothing, you know.”
You blink before a small laugh leaves your lips. “Four hours is an exaggera—”
It was the sound of Steve saying yours and Robin’s name that cuts you off. Your body stills and you turn around and—
Your breath hitches in your throat when you finally see Steve. He looked devastatingly handsome—he always did—but especially in those jeans that hugged his thighs and ass so well that it made your throat feel a little dry. He was also wearing that sage green shirt that you had told him looked nice the other week and you wonder for a moment if he was wearing it for that reason. But before you could think too deeply about it, you finally look at his face and Steve—he was just staring at you, lips parted and seemingly speechless.
Your face feels so hot that you were sure it was noticeable. You could barely hear Robin’s mom gushing about your dress, about how grown up and beautiful you looked because all you could focus on was Steve’s eyes slowly travelling up your body.
It was as though everything else around you had ceased to exist all because Steve Harrington was looking at you.
“Happy Birthday, Steve,” you say finally, your voice higher than usual due to the almost crippling nerves you were feeling.
Steve doesn’t say anything to that and you weren’t sure whether that made you feel better or worse.
“Cleans up well, doesn’t she?” Robin asks Steve with a somewhat smug smile and plainly ignoring the flustered look on your face.
Steve blinks, licking his lips as he tries to formulate a response whilst still looking at you, completely unable to look away.
“I, um—yeah, I mean—she—looks—”
Steve couldn’t string a sentence together and everyone in the room could see it—you, Robin and even her parents.
“She looks—yeah—she looks beautiful.”
Beautiful.
Steve had called you beautiful.
That word now lived somewhere deep in your ribcage and didn’t want to leave.
It was all you could think about as you sat in the passenger seat of Steve’s Beamer. Robin’s voice was almost completely drowned out as you repeated the way he had said it over and over again in your head. The way he had looked at you—
But arriving at Steve’s party felt like a bucket of ice cold water being poured over you.
Because you were painfully overdressed.
And that warmth that the word beautiful had given you almost entirely disappeared.
You felt as though everyone’s eyes were on you, wondering why the fuck you had turned up to Steve’s birthday party in a dress like that. And honestly—you were beginning to wonder the exact same thing.
“C’mon,” Steve says to you and Robin, his hand finding your lower back—just that little bit lower than he usually would—while the other gently pries the gift bag from your hand. “Let’s get you both a drink.”
You let Steve guide you into the kitchen because it was a welcome distraction from the people who were looking at you. Because having one of Steve’s large hands resting on the small of your back meant that you weren’t thinking of anything else.
But he doesn’t keep it there for long, much to your dismay. Steve withdraws his hand as he busies himself with making both you and Robin a vodka cranberry. You don’t even notice how he spills a little bit of the cranberry juice when he chances another glance at you because you were too busy trying to pull down the hem of your dress.
Once Steve had made your drinks, you wasted absolutely no time in taking a generous swig as some sort of liquid confidence.
Steve raises a brow but says nothing.
“I’ll just take this up to my room,” Steve says, holding up your gift bag with a small smile. “Thank you. I’ll open it later when things aren’t so—crazy.”
You nod and force a smile, the uncomfortableness you were beginning to feel seeping into your gut as you watch Steve head upstairs.
“Why the fuck did I do this?” You ask Robin almost as soon as Steve disappears, your knuckles turning wet as you grip the edge of the countertop. “What possessed me to do this, Robin? I look so fucking stupid—”
Robin’s eyes widen as she sees the genuine panic in your eyes—the embarrassment, the worry reflected there. She puts her solo cup down and steps toward you, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“You don’t look stupid, okay? I promise—”
“—everyone else is wearing jeans, Robin. I look so out of place—”
“—so? Did you or did you not see Steve’s reaction to the dress? He nearly crashed into like ten cars on the way here because he kept looking over at you.”
“It wasn’t ten cars—” Your face feels hot as you say it, something tightening in your gut as you remember feeling Steve’s eyes on you in the car, the way Robin had kept yelling at him to keep his eyes on the road.
“—stop deflecting or I will drag you upstairs and lock both you and Steve in his bedroom until you both stop being idiots.”
No matter how much the thought of being locked in a bedroom with Steve Harrington made your core ache with need, you knew it wasn’t the grand declaration of feelings that you had always envisioned for you and Steve.
And so, you try to enjoy yourself despite how uncomfortable you feel. It seems to work—at least for a little while.
You dance with Robin, laugh with a few of Steve’s friends and all the while, you keep catching Steve looking at you. But still—he doesn’t make a move. He doesn’t even ask you to dance when Heaven Is A Place On Earth starts to play like he usually would at a party. You tried not to let doubt creep in, tried not to listen to the small voice in the back of your head telling you that Steve clearly didn’t feel the same. That the months and months of flirting, of lingering touches and almost something moments were simply figments of your imagination. That buying a dress to try and encourage Steve to finally make a move was an act of desperation that Steve—another everyone else around him—pitied.
You were trying not to listen to those voices, instead remembering the way Steve had looked at you, the fact he had called you beautiful and meant it.
But it all came crashing down when you left Steve and Robin to grab yourself a drink.
You still feel eyes on you as you walk into the kitchen. You told yourself it didn’t matter, that you just needed to wait it out until the party died down a little. You just needed to wait until then to—
You don’t register the sound of shouting right away. In fact, you were so in your own head that you barely hear it at all.
But you certainly register the warm, sticky liquid suddenly drenching the front of your dress.
“Oh shit,” the guy who had spilled his beer all over you laughs as embarrassment and humiliation stir so deep in your gut that it makes you feel physically sick. “Sorry about that babe, want me to help you clean up?”
The way his friends laugh loudly at the suggestion makes you suspect that the beer spilling had been anything but accidental and that this guy was anything but sorry.
You try to conjure up a quick, self-assured response. Try to conjure up the nerve to call these guys—who you were sure had just stumbled into the party without invitation—a bunch of assholes. But all you could focus on was trying not to burst into tears as shame, embarrassment and humiliation all swirled sickeningly in your gut. You felt it turn into something so all consuming that for a moment, you couldn’t move—didn’t want to move. All you could hear was the guys’ laughter, the beer that soaked your dress beginning to drip down your thigh and a faint ringing in your ears—
“Hey, hey, what happened here?”
You didn’t think that there would ever be a time that your stomach would turn horribly at the sound of Steve’s voice—at his hand on the small of your back, at the concern in his eyes as he looked at you.
You open your mouth to reply but no words come out—because your eyes became glassy and panic began to rise in your chest.
“Little black dress over here spilled her drink,” one of the guys lie easily to Steve as a smug smile tugs on the corner of his lips.
“That—that’s not what h-happened,” you say finally in a shaky voice. “I-I didn’t spill anything, that guy—”
“—clearly she’s had one too many,” the guy who had spilled his drink over you interrupts. “Should probably take that dress off, sweetheart. You’re pretty wet”
You don’t hear Steve’s pissed off response. In fact, you don’t hear anything at all—just the ringing in your ears as you finally look down at the front of your dress. You see how it was soaked through almost entirely, the wet fabric clinging to your skin and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
And that was the moment that the dam finally broke.
You don’t think as you push Steve aside, your body in autopilot as you rush out of the kitchen where you collide into Robin. You barely hear her as she asks you what had happened, why your dress was drenched and stank of beer and why you were crying. You don’t say anything, not even glancing her way as you slip into the crowd gathered in the living room, slipping through the mass of bodies before heading up the stairs. Your hands don’t stop shaking until you stumble into Steve’s large, family bathroom.
You slam the door shut behind you as sobs wracked through your body. Hot tears of shame and embarrassment spill down your cheeks as you sink down to the floor. Your back against the freestanding bath as you tug your knees close to your chest to try and find some semblance of comfort. But none came—all that lived inside you was humiliation and shame.
You wondered why you had even bothered. It was so clear to you now—because if Steve hadn’t made a move on you after months of flirting back and forth, months of touches and glances that felt anything but friendly—then maybe you and everyone else around you had been wrong. That sure—maybe Steve was attracted to you but not enough to risk your friendship, not enough to want you the way you wanted him.
You felt so stupid for hoping that he wanted more and you felt even more stupid for coming up with this plan that was dripping with desperation. Everyone at the party could see it—the way you had dressed up specifically for Steve. They also probably saw the way he had kept you at arms length all evening too and the shame returned in a fresh wave of sobs that you couldn’t hold back even if you had tried.
The sound of a gentle knock on the bathroom door makes you look up just in time to see Steve slipping into the bathroom.
You had the urge to yell at him to leave but instead, you let out another small sob before burying your face into your knees.
“Oh, please don’t cry,” Steve soothes you gently, sinking down onto the bathroom floor beside you and placing a cautious hand on your arm, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin. “Please don’t cry because of those assholes.”
You wish you were simply crying because of those assholes and not the mix of emotions you were feeling. The humiliation of the past three minutes, the embarrassment of being the girl so desperate for Steve Harrington’s attention that she wore a dress that she could barely afford and the almost crippling fear that Steve didn’t actually feel the same way, that you had made a fool out of yourself for being so certain that he had.
“It—it’s not j-just ab-about those a-assholes, Steve,” you tell him, hiccuping slightly as you force yourself to look at him. You almost wish you hadn’t because those big hazel eyes of his were looking at you with such kindness and concern that it very nearly split you open.
Steve blinks, brows pulled together in slight confusion as he looks back at you, his other hand finding home on your shoulder and squeezing reassuringly.
“What do you mean? What else is this about?”
You knew you should lie. You knew it wasn’t the time nor the place. It was his birthday party and his bathroom should be the very last place to have this conversation. Not only that but you stank of beer, you were incredibly upset and tethering on the edge of tipsy.
But that was also why you couldn’t stop yourself.
“This stupid f-fucking dr-dress,” you sob out, feeling utterly pathetic as tears keep falling down your cheeks with no sign of stopping.
Steve looks perhaps even more confused, eyes shifting down to your dress and the way the glittering material was almost a second skin, the way he had a clear view down your cleavage and the way the tops of your thighs were exposed. Steve swallows, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before he looks back at your face.
“Why?” He asks you gently. “You look fucking beautiful, even if you’re covered in beer.”
It was supposed to make you laugh, you know it from the way the corners of his lips curl upwards in amusement.
But you don’t laugh, instead you shake your head and let out another loud sob.
“Be-because I-I wore it for you and y-you don’t e-even care,” you stutter out, the words falling from your lips before you could even think about stopping them. “I-I feel s-so stupid and n-now it-it’s ruined and—”
“Wait, wait, wait—” Steve hushes you, his fingertips pressing into skin before one hand lifts to gently cup your jaw. “You—you wore it…for me?”
It was only then that you realised what you had told him, that you realised just how honest you had been. You think briefly about lying right to his face, telling him that you were joking and to forget all about it. But it was Steve’s thumb gently rubbing along your jaw that had you nodding before you could stop yourself.
“Yeah,” you admit quietly with a small sniffle. “To—I-I don’t know, impress you or m-make you s-see me di-differently. I told you—it was stupid—”
“Not stupid,” Steve assures with a gentle smile, another gentle caress of your skin that left you feeling a little lightheaded and your stomach tightening in a way you didn’t want to think about. “You just—you don’t need a dress like that to impress me or for me to see you. I already do.”
You blink, tears sticking to your lashes as you look back at Steve with your lips parted.
“B-but—but you’ve never—”
“—I know,” Steve says quickly, his other hand resting on your knee as he shifts that little bit closer to you. “Trust me, I know. I was—I was waiting for the right moment, I guess. Well, that’s what I told myself anyway because there were so many right moments where I should have told but you didn’t because I was—scared, honestly. Scared that I had just imagined that you liked me back, scared that I wouldn’t do it right and then you’d want nothing to do with me.”
You laugh a little at that because the notion of not wanting anything to do with Steve was so ridiculous that you couldn’t help but laugh.
“That’s almost as stupid as me b-buying a dress just for your attention,” you say with a small smile and a quiet sniffle.
Steve smiles and then his eyes shift back down to your dress and you watch as he swallows, his hand on your knee squeezing gently before he seems to force himself to look back at your face.
“Then we can be stupid together,” Steve murmurs affectionately and the way he says it, you can’t help but smile right along with him. There was a moment where you just look at each other. His big, hazel eyes keep yours hostage before they flit down to glance at your lips for a brief, barely there moment.
Steve clears his throat, looking away as he asks, “you uh, you want me to grab you something to wear while you have a shower so you don’t smell like a brewery all night?”
You nod, looking down at your dress and grimacing before looking back up at Steve with a small, grateful smile. “Please.”
Steve smiles back at you before he gives your knee a little final squeeze before getting to his feet and holding out his hand for you to take.
You try not to think about how his hand feels against yours as he pulls you up to your feet. You notice immediately how Steve doesn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he pulls you just that little bit closer and leans down to whisper in your ear. “The dress is incredible by the way, truly. You look so fucking good. I almost got hard right in the middle of Robin’s living room when I first saw you.”
You hadn’t been expecting it, not at all and the words go straight to your core. A current as strong as electricity flowing through you and making your cunt pulse with need for the man in front of you as he pulls away from you with a slightly smug smile.
“Steve!” You choke out, half laughing, half flustered, your face so hot that you wouldn’t be surprised to find steam rising from your skin.
“What?” Steve asks you with an innocent smile. “You said that you wanted my attention and you certainly got it. Why do you think I’ve tried to keep a respectable distance all night? Because I’m trying my best not to embarrass myself at my own party.”
You try to laugh but you’re too busy trying to not think about Steve and what was hiding beneath those fucking jeans. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t allowed yourself a good look at the crotch of his jeans from time to time. Mostly because the imprint of his cock against the denim was near impossible to ignore.
“Couldn’t be more embarrassing than me showing up to your party in a ‘fuck me’ dress when literally everyone else is dressed normal.”
The words came out before you could really think of what you were saying.
Steve chokes out a laugh, the tips of his ears reddening in a way that gives you a fluttery feeling in your stomach and makes you feel warm inside.
“A ‘fuck me’ dress?” Steve repeats with another quick glance down at the dress, at the way the damp fabric was clinging to your breasts. “Pretty accurate description.”
You swallow thickly and you weren’t sure if you could take anymore of his teasing, your panties were dampening at an alarming rate and your heart was surely beating its way out of your chest.
“Let me grab you those clothes, yeah?” Steve suggests before you could embarrass yourself any further. “And I’ll wash that ‘fuck me’ dress for you too.”
Your face warms but you manage to crack a smile.
“That’s funny,” you mutter as you watch him step away from you, your body still thrumming from the proximity to him. You register the distant sounds of the party on the floor beneath you and guilty twists in your gut. You wanted to tell him you were sorry for pulling him away from his own birthday party, sorry for potentially ruining his evening but Steve slips out of the bathroom before you could do so.
Now that you are alone, you try to comprehend the last ten minutes. But it was proven difficult when your heart was beating so fast, when your hands shook as you tried to unzip your beer soaked dress and when there was an intense ache between your legs that made everything else around you feel fuzzy.
You manage to peel off your dress, letting it pool around you at your feet before you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror—at the dark lace panties you had put on in the hopes that Steve would be the one undressing you. You took those off too in case the beer scent also lingered on them, noticing the way your panties stick momentarily to your puffy lips due to how wet you were and something hot pulses through your body at the sight of your slick coating your panties.
A sharp knock on the bathroom door pulls you back into reality.
“You decent?” Steve calls to you through the door as you scramble to find a towel to cover yourself with.
“Yep!” You shout back after wrapping the towel around your bare body, kicking your soaked panties beneath the vanity unit as the bathroom door opens.
Steve walks in with a small pile of clothes in arms but he very nearly drops them at the sight of you wrapped in one of his soft cotton towels.
You watch as for the second time that night, his eyes travel up and down the length of your body, his lips parted and wet as he looks as though he wanted nothing more than to gently tug the towel from your body. There was a large part of you that would have gladly let him do so.
“Here,” Steve finally says, placing the clothes onto the countertop and forcing his eyes to remain on your face. “I got you a t-shirt and those shorts you left here the other week.”
“Thank you,” you say with a small, grateful smile. You can’t help but notice the way Steve’s cheeks had turned red and you find your own face warming.
Steve clears his throat, eyes flickering away from you to your dress and your bra laying on the tiled floor. “I’ll um, wash these in the basement,” Steve tells you, bending down to pick up the discarded clothes and determinedly not looking at your legs as he does so.
You nod, feeling too breathless, too aroused to even form a thought as you watch Steve’s knuckles turn white when he grips the fabric of your dress tightly in his hands.
You look at each other again, Steve looking at you in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to do before he clenches his jaw and he turns to leave.
You nearly stop him. You nearly reach out to grab his arm so he wouldn’t leave you, nearly call out his name and ask him to stay. But you don’t—instead you watch him leave the bathroom with your clothes and you let the ache he leaves behind fill you.
You take your time in the shower, lathering the vanillary body wash that smelt like Steve over you and as the smell of beer washes down the drain. Your muscles relax beneath the hot water and you have to ignore the urge to let your fingers trail between your legs to ease the ache there.
You step out of the shower, water dripping from your body before you glance over at the clothes Steve had brought you. You feel that warmth in your stomach heat up when you imagine yourself wearing Steve’s t-shirt. When you eventually do pull it on over your head after gently drying your body, you’re hit with the smell of him that seems to linger on the material.
It made you feel dizzy with want, the tension that had been building between you and Steve all evening not lessening even in Steve’s absence.
You retrieve your soaked panties from beneath the vanity unit and pull them on, along with your shorts before stepping out of the bathroom.
The party downstairs continues and you find that there wasn’t a part of you that wanted to go and rejoin the party. And so, you head towards Steve’s bedroom, figuring you could just wait out the rest of the party in there.
But as you push open Steve’s bedroom door, you’re greeted by a truly heavenly sight.
Steve was standing near the end of his bed, in the middle of peeling off his shirt. You got a glimpse of his soft stomach, of his happy trail that kept you up at night, of various moles and freckles that were scattered over his skin and—finally the sight of the dark, coarse hair that covered his chest. He was fucking beautiful and you barely register him turning around to look at you.
“Hi,” he says by way of greeting, making zero attempt to cover up but you notice the way his cheeks flush slightly pink.
“Hey,” you say, hating how breathless you already sound.
Steve’s eyes shift down your body again, his gaze washing you in a rush of heat and want that you couldn’t control. You see the way his eyes linger for a moment too long on your hardened nipples that could be seen through the fabric of his t-shirt and you watch as he licks his lips slowly before looking back at your face.
“Good shower?”
You laugh because the tension between you was palpable. You could see the way Steve was trying to be normal and the way he was failing miserably.
“Great shower,” you tell him. “Incredible water pressure.”
Steve snorts lightly with laughter and you take a tentative step closer to him, closing his bedroom door behind you while your heart pounds in your chest.
“Robin kicked those guys out by the way,” he tells you, watching you carefully as you move towards him. “I would have done it but I needed to see if you were okay.”
You smile a little, pausing a foot away from him. “Glad you did.”
“Me too,” Steve says softly. “Made me realise how much of an idiot with the whole—you know, been waiting for the perfect moment to be honest with you when I should have just—I should have just told you.”
Your breath hitches, your eyes flickering over his face so that you didn’t miss a single facial expression. “Told me what?” You ask quietly.
Steve takes a deep breath before he closes the distance between you, lifting both of his large hands to cup your jaw gently between his palms, holding you like you were made of something more precious than gold.
“Told you that—that you’re not only my best friend but you’re my favourite person in the world. The one who I can’t go a day without seeing smile or hearing you laugh. The person who thinks I’m funny when I’m clearly not and the one who seems to know exactly what to say when things get too loud. The one who doesn’t just make me want to be a better man but the person who makes me a better man. The one who has seen my best times and my worst times and still—still sees the best in me even when I don’t. The person who I—who I love. Who I love whether you’re wearing a ‘fuck me’ dress or one of my old t-shirts. The person who I really hope isn’t too mad at me for making you wait while I tried to find a perfect moment.”
You were rendered speechless, words completely failing you as you stare back at Steve with wide eyes, trying to process every word he had just said.
“Was that too much or—”
You don’t let Steve finish his sentence because you decide that you couldn’t wait even a second longer. Because he loved you. He loved you, he loved you, he loved you—
“I love you too,” you tell him breathlessly as your hands plant themselves on his chest before you lean in and finally press your lips against his.
For a moment, Steve does nothing at all. He seems to freeze entirely, his brain short circuiting at the fact you were kissing him. But as your fingers gently brush through the hair that covered his chest, he seemed to finally come to his senses.
Steve groaned—actually groaned—against your lips as one of the hands still cupping your jaw gently threaded into your hair, his fingers curling at the back of your neck as he kisses you back with a sense of urgency he couldn’t seem to control.
The kiss was messy, spit-slick and desparate—months and months of tension finally snapping as Steve used his other hand to tug you closer by your waist, his mouth still moving against yours as though he wouldn’t ever be able to get enough.
Neither of you pulled away—the kiss moving from messy to slow and reverent, your lips gliding wetly against each other in a way that had your pussy throbbing. A small whimper escapes you before you could stop it because your body was thrumming with want.
Steve pulls away only to whisper your name before he dives back in. His hand in your hair titling your head back so that he could deepen the kiss, his tongue gently coaxing your lips apart in a way that had your stomach tightening deliciously as he licks into the wet heat of your mouth.
“Fuck,” Steve murmurs against your lips as his hand in your hair finds home on your waist. The other moves to rest on your hips where Steve squeezes the flesh before tugging you closer until you are flush against him.
You gasp against his lips when you feel just how fucking hard he was through the denim of his jeans and any intelligent thought left you as you moaned against his mouth.
“Shit, baby,” Steve practically whimpers as he pulls away to press a trail of wet kisses down your neck. “You’ve fucking ruining me already.”
You let out a breathless laugh that turns into a moan, your head tilting back as Steve’s tongue glides over the skin of your neck, still a little damp from the shower.
“Did you use my body wash, pretty girl?” Steve whispers against your skin, his hands sliding down to grip the globes of your ass and failing to suppress a groan. “Cause I can smell it on you.”
“Maybe,” you gasp out, your chest heaving as your eyelids flutter shut at Steve’s touch.
Steve hums against your skin before gently sucking on a spot on your neck that had you squirming against him.
“So fucking sensitive,” he murmurs, squeezing your ass again before one hand moves to the hem of his t-shirt that you were wearing—fingers just brushing the skin beneath in a silent question.
You lift your arms in response and Steve waits no time in peeling off the t-shirt.
But the moment he sees the sight of your bare breasts, all bravado he had possessed moments ago seems to leave him.
“Holy fuck—” he breathes out, his own chest heaving as his eyes feast on you. “You’re so—fuck—I can’t believe we’re finally doing this. We’re finally—holy shit—”
“—Steve,” you interrupt him with a faint smile and a finger over his lips. “It’s just me.”
Steve smiles back at you, pressing a kiss to your finger before you pull it away from him. “That’s exactly why this is—why I’m losing my shit right now I mean—fuck, look at you.”
The words go straight through your body like molten lava and you have to squeeze your thighs together to try and ease the tension between your legs.
And Steve—he fucking notices.
“Fuck it—”
Steve’s lips were back on yours and you could barely think straight as the kiss became almost frantic, his hands roaming your body greedily as he sank down onto the bed, pulling you down with him. His hands find your hips before he tugs you down onto his lap, your thighs bracketing his as you straddle him.
The position presses your clothed core against the bulge in his jeans and neither of you could suppress a moan at the contact.
“Please,” Steve asks, eyes half lidded and glazed over with want as he looks up at you. “Please, pretty girl. I need—”
You knew what he needed without him even needing to finish his sentence. You press yourself more firmly against his bulge and you swear you could feel every hard ridge of him through his jeans. The friction was dizzying and you could barely stop yourself from rolling your hips against him. Steve lets out a whimper, fingers squeezing the flesh of your hips before his lips find yours again.
The kiss was messy, little wet sounds filling the space between you as Steve’s hips bucked up instinctively, grinding his hard cock against your core. You were embarrassingly wet at this point as Steve encouraged the movement of your hips with his hands, the wet patch in your panties seeping through your shorts. You were almost sure that Steve could practically smell how aroused you were at this point, but you found that you didn’t care.
You could have come from the friction alone, but both you and Steve knew that wasn’t what you wanted.
“Steve,” you gasp, heat burning through your body as you look down at him. “Touch me, please.”
Who was he to deny you such a request?
You let out a small squeal as Steve wraps his arms around your waist, standing up for a brief moment before he lowers you back down onto his bed.
“Anything for you, baby,” Steve tells you before he tugs both your shorts and your panties down your legs.
“Fuck, baby—”
It was the only intelligent thing Steve could think to say when you were finally laid bare for him. You look back at him and you find that there wasn’t a part of you that felt nervous or self conscious with the confidence his gaze gave you. In fact, you found your thighs widening instinctively as he could see the mess he had caused between your legs—the way your folds were coated with arousal, slick dripping down onto his bedsheets beneath you and how swollen and desperate for attention your clit was.
“—you’re fucking beautiful,” Steve finally tells you as his fingers brush over the skin of your inner thigh, watching in awe as goosebumps erupt over the skin at his touch. “S’fucking beautiful. I could fucking cum just by looking at you, pretty girl.”
Your cunt pulses with need and you swear you see Steve’s cock twitch beneath his jeans.
“But I’m gonna take care of you first, yeah?” Steve murmurs, his fingers ghosting over the skin of your thighs before they glide through your wetness.
That first, direct touch of his fingertips against your slick folds made you whimper from relief.
“S’fucking wet,” Steve murmurs, his lips parting as his eyes filt down to watch how your wetness now coats his fingers. “Drenched for me already, aren’t you sweet girl?”
You nod frantically, eyes squeezing shut as two of Steve’s thick fingers glide through your slick, gathering it and then smearing it over your clit in a circular motion that had your back bowing off his mattress.
“I got you, baby,” Steve murmurs and you jolt as you suddenly feel his breath hot against your inner thigh. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”
You nod, parting your lips as you begin to take a deep breath—but you are cut off by your own, loud moan as he dips one thick finger inside of you.
“That’s it,” Steve murmurs, pressing another kiss to your inner thigh as he begins to pump his finger in and out of you, watching every trace of pleasure flit across your face as he adds a second finger. “That’s it, pretty girl. Look at you, soaking my fingers so well.”
You were a mess already and he had barely even begun. You were so fucking wet that the pump of his fingers in and out of your soaked pussy were causing a schlick-schlick-schlick sound to fill the room, mixing with your moans as liquid heat coursed throughout your entire body.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty like this,” Steve tells you, curling his fingers against your front wall as he watched you in utter awe. “S’fucking pretty, baby. I swear.”
Your fingers curled into the sheets beneath you, a pleasure so intense coursing through your body that you were surely soon to forget your own damn name. Your slick was dripping down his wrist, onto his sheets and Steve couldn’t help but breathe in your heady scent, his nose nudging against your clit as he did so.
“Fucking hell,” he groans out, scissoring his fingers gently inside of you. “Sweet girl, you smell so fucking good. I need to taste you, I need to—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence because one buck upwards of your hips and Steve finally takes the hint. His lips seal themselves over your aching clit while he continues to fuck two of his fingers into your needy hole. And the moan he lets out at that very first taste of you? It was divine.
Steve Harrington wasted no time in giving you exactly what he knew you needed. His lips began to suck your clit gently, his thick fingers continuing to fuck you even as your one of your hands found its way into his hair and tugged at it harshly. If anything, the mix of pain and pleasure spurred Steve on, his fingers curling inside of you again as he started to alternate between giving soft licks to your clit and sucking it between his lips.
It was almost overwhelming, the deep penetration on his fingers and stimulation on your clit was making pleasure build up so intensely you were close to tears.
“C’mon, baby,” Steve murmurs against yours, his own hips rutting against the mattress but his focus remains on you and your pleasure and nothing else. “I got you. I got you.”
Your thighs tremble around his head, your head thrown back against his mattress as you let out a moan so loud that the partygoers downstairs were sure to hear it. Your orgasm was so intense that your entire body seemed to be overtaken by a white hot pleasure that you felt in every damn nerve, your vision whiting out briefly all because Steve Harrington sent you to another universe with his fingers and tongue.
He doesn’t let up, only withdrawing his fingers so he could replace them with his tongue, slurping up every last drop of your arousal and groaning against you as he does so.
You were still shaking, still sensitive and still coming down from the most intense orgasm that a man had ever given you and yet—there wasn’t a part of you that wanted to stop.
The fingers that were still in his hair gently tug him away from your cunt that was dripping with a mix of his saliva and your essence. He groans as you pull him away, eyes half lidded with need as he looks at you. Steve’s lips are swollen, wet and he had never looked so fucking handsome.
“That was—”
You silence him by grabbing his fingers—the ones that had just been inside of you, the ones still glistening with your slick—and raise them to your lips. Steve realises what you were about to do a millisecond before it happens and he could not contain the groan that leaves his lips as you take his fingers into your mouth and suck.
Steve had surely died and gone to heaven. That could be the only explanation as he watches you lick his fingers clean, your eyes not leaving his for even a second until you release them with a wet pop.
“Take your jeans off and fuck me, Harrington,” you tell him.
Steve Harrington did not need telling twice. In his haste to peel off his jeans, he stumbles but manages to catch himself at the edge of the bed.
He turns around when he hears you stifle a laugh.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me, baby,” Steve tells you with flushed cheeks. “That was completely purposeful.”
But you don’t respond, because you were too busy staring at the outline of his hard cock through his boxers. Even though the dark material, you could see how fucking big he was and it made your mouth water.
Steve notices—because of course he was—and he wastes no time in pulling down his boxers to free his cock.
“Oh my—”
You had heard rumours before that Steve was big, that his size sometimes intimated the women he had slept with in the past. But nothing could have prepared you for just how big and how beautiful his cock was. It was so big and heavy that it made a loud, audible slapping sound against his soft stomach as he freed himself. It wasn’t just long but it was thick and slightly curved in a way that made your cunt clench around nothing. The ruddy tip was glistening and already leaking with precum and you watch as a dribble of it slips over his veiny shaft.
Steve, seemingly taking you openly staring at his cock as worry, hesitates before joining you back on the bed, bracing his body over yours with his elbows as he looks carefully at your face. “We can do just the tip if you—”
“—what?” You ask him, slightly confused as you look back up at him, your hands gently rest on his shoulders. “No, no, no—I want all of you, Steve. I was just…looking.”
Steve blinks, his cheeks reddening before he smiles down at you. “Impressed?”
You smile and your heart feels warm at the way, even now, Steve was able to make you laugh. Because no matter how much your relationship had changed over the past twenty minutes and how much it would change after, the foundation of your friendship would always remain standing. That Steve loved and respected you as a person first, that he always would and that intimacy wouldn’t change that.
“Depends if you know what to do with it,” you tell him with a teasing smile.
Steve rolls his eyes a little but you see the way the corners of his mouth twitch as he tries not to smile.
“We’ll see about that,” Steve murmurs, wrapping a hand around his length and stroking himself once before he guides the bulbous head of his cock to your entrance. “You sure?” He asks, despite the fact he was so hard that it was nearly painful, despite the fact his dick was pulsing in his hand from need—he needed one last bit of reassurance that he wouldn’t be too much for you.
You nod, your eyes softening as you look up at him, one of your hands lifting to cup his cheek gently. Steve leans into your touch instinctively and the way he sought out your touch makes you feel almost invincible.
“I’m sure,” you whisper back. “I trust you, I love you and I’m sure.”
Steve’s resolve seemed to crumble at that, his eyes shining as he tells you, “I love you too.”
His lips found yours in a kiss that was surprisingly soft given the position you were in, given what you were about to do. You melt into it, your fingers gliding into his hair as Steve groans against your lips, carefully positioning himself back at your entrance. Your legs widen to accommodate him as you continue to kiss him as though he was your only source of oxygen. Steve’s brows are furrowed as he kisses you back, making sure to go slow as he finally—finally—pushes the fat head of his cock inside of you, slipping into your tight heat inch by inch.
The stretch was overwhelming—it almost felt as though he was splitting you open with his cock but fuck, it was incredible. You couldn’t pull but pull away from Steve’s lips so that you could look at where look your bodies were now joined, the way you were stretched obscenely around him.
“You okay?” Steve asks when he was almost buried to the hilt, his eyes not leaving your face as he searches for even a hint of pain. “Baby, please say you’re—”
“—I’m good,” you say breathlessly, your eyes flickering upwards to meet his. “Really, Steve. I’m good.”
Steve nods and then swallows before he presses forward, until his hips are flush against yours and you feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix.
“Fuuuccck,” Steve exhales, pressing his forehead against yours as the arm that was propping himself over you shakes with the effort of holding himself back. “You feel—fuck—you feel incredible. I swear, you were made for my cock, sweet girl.”
The words make you feel warm and your cunt flutters around his cock, making Steve groan out. You hook one of your legs over his hip and arch your back, trying to encourage him to move.
“Steve, please.”
It was exactly the encouragement he needed. With a groan of your name and sweet kiss to your forehead, Steve starts to move. He moves his hips back until only the bulbous tip of his cock remains inside of you before he pushes himself back home, setting a deep rhythm that has your nails biting into the skin of his shoulders.
The wet sounds from the mix of your juices quickly fill the room, along with both yours and Steve’s moans as Steve grabs your other thigh to hook it over hip. You whimper out his name as his cock nuzzles against your cervix and Steve couldn’t help himself anymore. He pulls out almost entirely before slamming back into you. And again. And again and again and again until his cock was continuously slamming in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping against skin so obscene it made your head spin.
“Fuck, Steve!” You mewl, your breasts bouncing with every deep thrust of Steve’s cock. “You feel so—”
“—I know, baby. I know,” Steve grunts as his balls slap against your skin from the force of his thrusts. “You trust me, yeah?”
You nod frantically, pleasure coursing through every damn nerve in your body as Steve shifts his position. You whimper out in protest before you watch as he gently lifts your thighs to rest over his shoulders.
“Feel good?” Steve asks as he leans over you, his cock now hitting so deep inside of you that you swear you saw stars.
You nod because no words could come out as you felt him in every damn pore in your body. Your body buzzes with anticipation as you expect him to move, but he doesn’t. Not yet.
“Words, pretty girl,” he tells you, two fingers gently gripping your chin. “I need words.”
You whimper out because you were throbbing with need and could barely think straight, let alone form a sentence.
“Steve, please—”
“Baby, no,” Steve murmurs, dipping his head down to brush his lips across your cheek. “Need you to feel me if it’s good. C’mon, sweet girl.”
“Yes,” you manage to gasp. “I feel—I feel really good.”
“Good,” Steve smiles before he rolls his hips forward. The tip of his cock hits that spot inside of you that had you squirming beneath him, clenching around him so hard that Steve’s fingers grips into the flesh of your thigh before he pulls out of you just to slam back in all over again.
“I love you,” Steve tells you as he sets a rhythm that has your toes curling. “I love you so fucking much, baby. I’m so fucking lucky.”
He was babbling nonsense as his cock drilled into you like it was the last time, not the first. You were a mess of moans and whimpers beneath him, your sobbing cunt convulsing around him with each and every thrust. You could hardly think straight because nothing existed beside Steve and the way his cock was pumping in and out of you.
“You look so fucking beautiful,” Steve tells you, eyes heavy from the intense pleasure he was feeling, from the effort of holding back his own release so it wasn’t over before you finished. “Taking my cock so well, baby. Look at you fucking taking it.”
And you do—your eyes shifting down to watch as Steve’s thick cock disappears inside of you, watch the way you suck him back in like you never wanted him to leave.
It was almost too much, every part of your body was singing with pleasure and all you could moan out was Steve’s name and the fact you loved him and—
Your second orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. It was somehow more intense than the first, nearly earth shattering in the way it left you clinging to Steve as though he was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth. You clenched tightly around his cock and it was all Steve needed, his release following yours only seconds later. He slams into you a final time and you swear you feel his heavy cock pulsing inside of you before he comes hard. Ropes of thick, hot cum flood your spent pussy, painting your walls with his release as your name fell from his lips like it was the only word he knew.
He doesn’t pull out right away and you don’t want him to, instead—your lips find each other's and the kiss was sweet and tender and everything you had ever wanted and more.
Steve eventually pulls out of you after a few moments to clean the mess between your legs with his boxers. You were tender but he was so gentle and loving that it made your heart thump loud in your chest.
When he returns to the bed, his arms wrap themselves around you and you waste no time in melting into him, the party downstairs entirely forgotten as you lay in Steve’s arms.
“I take it we’re a little more than best friends now?” He asks you quietly with a trace of amusement in his voice.
“I think we’ve always been more than best friends, Steve.”
Steve smiles at that before pressing a gentle but firm to your forehead because you were right—you had always been more than best friends and you always would be.
your husband returns from a long day at work only to find a surprise waiting for him at home.
pairing: gator tillman x female!reader
warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, porn without plot, established relationship, fluff, mentions of drinking, whiskey (yes, that is a warning), spitting, handcuffs, handjob, oral (m receiving), gator calls reader “bitch” and “slut”, orgasm denial, praising, p in v (use protection!), sub!gator/dom!reader with a switch in the end
word count: 4.0k
authors note: ahh hii, guess who’s back writing fics. maybe i got a little carried away but that’s what sub gator does to me. hope you like how it turned out, i’m a little nervous about this one tbh and i proofread it like a thousand times lol. but now, enjoy reading babes! <3
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the early light of the sun spilled through the curtains, heating up your skin and making you stir. it took a moment longer until you were fully awake, blinking against the ray of sunlight, finally focusing on your surroundings.
there was an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you tightly against a firm chest, putting a sleep-hazed smile on your lips.
you couldn’t think of anything better than waking up like this—tangled between the sheets in nothing more than your panties, your husband’s warmth surrounding you like an invisible veil.
as if he was able to hear your thoughts, waking up from the sound of them, gator shifted behind you, his voice—still rough with sleep—tickling you in just the right places.
“mornin’ darlin’,” he whispered, teeth grazing the shell of your ear, drawing a little giggle from you. “morning, gates,” you whispered, turning around, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could look down at his beautiful face.
his dark hair—usually gelled back so it was out of his brown eyes—fell messily into his forehead, making him look absolutely divine.
those hazel eyes shimmered in the morning light, waking up the butterflies in your stomach and making them swirl around.
“how did ya sleep?” he asked, voice still scratchy, reaching up and tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear.
you leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering shut briefly, then met his gaze again. “mhhh, slept pretty good. but… if i remember correctly, there was something pressed up against my ass in the middle of the night,” you teased, causing him to laugh. and god, if that wasn’t the most beautiful sound on earth.
“yeah? i have no fuckin’ idea what yer talkin’ about,” he replied, sitting up, his hand sliding to the back of your neck so he could pull you down into a soft kiss, all sweet and sloppy.
after a few seconds, he pulled away again, his thumb brushing along your lower lip, smearing away the wet trace of saliva he left behind.
“gotta leave for work,” he murmured, eyes focusing on your lips as he followed the movement of his finger with his gaze.
“can’t wait to see ya later.” gator kissed you once more before slipping out of the cozy warmth of the bed, leaving you behind. the sheets stayed tangled around your legs but he took all of his warmth away with him.
the sun was about to set when gator opened the front door of the small house you lived in together. almost immediately, he was greeted by the smell of grilled chicken and it felt like something close to heaven after this awfully long day of being separated from you.
“darlin’, i’m home!” he called out right after the door fell shut behind him, but there was no answer.
maybe you wore your headphones—as always when you cooked. but when he looked for you in the kitchen, you were nowhere to be found. only the light in the oven gave away that he was right in his guess and that you were already preparing dinner.
“i’m upstairs!”
your angelic voice felt like music to his ears, and he let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. desperate to feel you in his arms, he walked up the stairs—taking two at once—before reaching the first floor.
the faint smell of vanilla hung in the air, telling him that you just took a shower and he moved over to the bedroom. but much to his disappointment, he couldn’t find you in there as well.
right when he thought about calling out for you again, his sweet and soft girl, there was a quiet clearing of a throat behind him. and when he finally turned around, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
there you were, standing in the doorway, looking like pure sin. you wore that old lingerie set—one of his favourites, covered by black lace roses and those tiny little bows in the front, nipples flashing at him through the thin material. the one he’d thought you’d thrown away after he’d asked you multiple times if you could wear it again—only to be ignored instead of blessed with an answer.
a smug smile was on your face, the metal handcuffs he usually kept in the drawer of his nightstand, dangling from your index finger. “look who came home,” you purred, tilting your head, those beautiful locks falling over your shoulders like a silent invitation.
“shit, baby,” gator whispered, his pupils dilating as he took a step closer.
“ah-ah,” you raised your voice, making him stop dead in his tracks, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.
“did i give you permission to move?” you tilted your head to the side and the realization of what you were doing went straight to his cock.
“loose the vest, baby.”
the command was soft but explicit, signaling him who was in charge this time. and god, that was exactly what he needed right now. so he didn’t hesitate, the deputy vest coming off in one single motion, hanging it over the chair that stood by your vanity.
“good boy,” you praised, watching how his shoulders tensed, clearly having trouble to control himself. and you haven’t even started yet.
“now, the jacket.”
it fell to the floor with a soft thud, leaving him in that tight black shirt and his camo pants which were doing nothing to hide the affect all of this had on him.
“on the bed. arms over your head,” you instructed, watching every single movement of him until he was splayed out on the bed on his back, obediently placing his strong arms over his head.
only then you did move as well, your smaller frame climbing on top of him, straddling his waist, avoiding contact with the visible bulge that pressed intently against his pants.
you still held the cuffs between your fingers as they slipped under the edge of his shirt, pushing it up slowly. gator groaned when he felt the cool metal brushing against his skin, his hands twitching but he kept them over his head—right where you wanted them to stay.
“just like that…” you muttered, pulling the fabric over his head, throwing it to the side. “such a good boy…”
you leaned over him, your breasts—covered by that fucking seductive lace—hanging right into his face as you cuffed his hands onto the metal headboard of the bed.
he breathed in your scent deeply, those soft and sweet notes of vanilla along with the familiar hint of whiskey. it made him chuckle, already knowing exactly why he got that absolutely perfect treatment.
“christ, baby. if that’s what i’m receivin’, you should get drunk more often,” he hummed, the soft click of the last cuff snapping echoed through the room.
it was your turn to chuckle then, your hands braced on his chest, feeling the soft curls of the dark hair underneath your palms. “good for you, i planned this long before i got drunk,” you murmured, grinding your hips against his groin, eliciting a hiss from his mouth and his hips bucked up against you involuntarily.
you grinned, satisfied with the reaction, the next roll of your hips having his body shaking underneath you as his hands strained against the cuffs.
“jesus fuckin’ christ,” he growled, his chest rising and falling slowly with every heavy breath he took. “you’re evil, baby. fuckin’ evil,” he muttered while you slipped down his body, fingers fiddling with the straps of his thigh holster—the one he always wore when he was out on patrol.
“i know…” one strap came loose, the other followed shortly after. “that’s why you love me.”
the holster along with his gun landed on the floor beside the bed, and you finally had enough space to get rid of the remaining clothes.
it took you seconds to open his pants and pulling them down, his boxers following after, leaving him completely naked in front of you. and sweet lord, it was a sight you’d never get tired of.
his legs long and muscular, leading up to his veiny and thick cock, resting heavily against his stomach. he was hard as a rock, small beads of precum pooling right under his navel, little twitches smearing it on the skin there, leaving a glistening mess.
“fuck, darlin’. you wanna spend the rest of the evening looking at me like that?” he asked, ripping you out of your thoughts and you moved slowly, leaning back over him.
“and even if that was the case… you wouldn’t be able to change something about it as long as you’re cuffed to the bed.” you reached over to the other side of the bed—your side—pulling up the bottle of whiskey you’d placed there, hidden from his gaze.
the second he saw it, his eyes widened. “baby, what are you-“ you didn’t let him come any further. you opened the bottle, tilting it and spilled the expensive liquid all over his chest and stomach. it dropped down his sides, soaking the sheets underneath him but you couldn’t care less.
“oops.”
he tensed at the sensation, a deep groan rumbling through his chest when you put the bottle away and lowered your head to breathe in the scent.
the strong whiskey, mixed with the musky smell of your husband, was the perfect combination. so you didn’t wait any longer and dragged your tongue over his skin, slurping the drops of whiskey off him.
gator let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking up, desperately searching for friction while his cock twitched helplessly against his lower stomach.
“oh, f-fuck…” his voice sounded broken, almost desperate, and you couldn’t help but smile, your mouth still catching the value alcohol.
the journey continued until you reached his lips, hovering right over them with the last remaining liquid in your mouth.
you didn’t have to ask, he understood. his mouth opened, ready to take whatever you were about to give to him.
and right now, you let the whiskey—mixed together with your spit—drop into his mouth, forcing him to swallow.
you lowered your lips onto his, kissing him messily, your tongue pushing against his, both of you moaning into each other.
a string of saliva connected your lips when you pulled away, finally starting to rub your lace-covered pussy against his bare cock.
“tell me what you want, baby,” you murmured, slipping down his body, nails digging into the flesh of his muscular thighs. “you…” he pressed out, his cock twitching again, right in front of your face. “i only want you… ain’t ever wanted anythin’ more.”
and then, finally, you touched him properly. your fingers traced the vein on the underside, right from bottom to top before wrapping your hand around his length. your thumb brushed over the head, smearing the precum around, coating him in it, sending a shudder through his body.
“oh shiiit, baby,” he moaned, thrusting his hips into your grip. he realized what mistake it was as you pulled away, eyebrows raised.
“no moving, or you want me to fix your slutty hips on the bed as well?” you warned, and gator groaned.
“‘m sorry, darlin’. no moving,” he murmured, voice cracking on the words and watched how you lowered your head, pressing a kiss on the tip, the salty taste of his arousal dancing on your lips.
you heard the soft clinking of the handcuffs as he strained against them, trying desperately to get his hands on you.
“speak to me, pretty boy. tell me what you need. wanna hear it.” your hot breath fanned over his wet tip, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“need your mouth. fuck baby, need you to suck me off… need it so bad. please, baby, please…” the words babbled over his lips, and who were you to deny that to him after he begged so beautifully?
your lips closed around the head then, suckling softly before taking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat.
“fucking hell,” gator hissed, his hips instinctively snapping up into the wet heat of your mouth, almost making you choke on him.
your grip on his waist tightened as you pushed his hips down, punishing him with pulling away once more, making him groan in disapproval. he lifted his head to look down on you, pupils dilated and lips swollen from biting down on them.
“baby… what yer doin’?” he panted, his cock completely coated in your spit and another small bead of precum appeared on the slit.
instead of answering, your fingernails dug into his thighs, squeezing the flesh, then pressed soft, wet kisses along his shaft. “stay still, honey.”
the sound he made was absolutely wrecked, broken even, his whole body shuddering underneath you but he nodded, signaling you that he understood.
“good boy,” you praised, leaning down again, taking him between your lips. you continued to suck on the tip, tongue flicking over it teasingly. then you sank further down, even deeper than before, his thickness stretching your throat, forcing you to breathe through your nose.
the constant clinking sound of the handcuffs against the metal headboard filled the air along with the little sounds he made and your heavy breathing.
you stayed like that for a few seconds without moving, feeling him twitch and throb against your tongue. then, you finally swallowed around him.
a deep, guttural sound tore from his lungs, his thighs trembling under your firm grip and you knew he was close already. “don’t cum…” you murmured, your tongue flicking out against his balls. “unless i say so. understand?”
he whimpered, flexing his arms as if he wanted to reach out for you only to be stopped by those goddamn handcuffs.
“gator…” you urged him, lips closing around one sack, suckling softly on it. “answer me.”
“i… i won’t cum. only if you say so,” he echoed your words, followed by a growl like it caused him physical pain.
“such…” suck. “a…” suck. “good boy.” you pulled away with a wet pop, your hand closing around his shaft once more, stroking him rhythmically.
it wasn’t long until you replaced your hand with your mouth, taking him deep just like before, bobbing your head up and down, keeping that steady rhythm.
“baby…” gator moaned, his hips twitching underneath you. “s-stop. i’m gonna cum if you keep goin’ like this.” he sounded completely breathless, his north dakota accent stronger than you’ve ever heard before.
but of course, you didn’t stop. you only went harder, forcing him so deep that you were choking on him, drool dripping down your chin and onto his balls. he began to twitch, his breathing becoming faster and you knew he was on the very edge.
but before he could fall over, you withdrew, pulling away completely, leaving him throbbing and shaking on the mattress.
his arms practically ripped on the cuffs, thighs shaking so hard you swore the mattress was moving underneath you.
“the fuck?” he cried out, lifting his head so he could look at you, poor cock glistening wet and throbbing where it rested against his stomach.
“i told you not to cum, gates,” you pointed out, pouting your lips but still staying out of reach as he shifted his hips, making his cock bob slightly.
“‘m sorry…ain’t gonna happen again. jus’ please, c’me back here,” he begged and you tilted your head to the side, watching him through narrowed eyes.
after a few more seconds of letting him wait, you bowed your head again, swallowing him whole in one movement. and when he was about to cum again, you repeated the same action as before, pulling away, reminding him about your rule.
you edged him like that—triggering is orgasm and pulling away right before it hit—until you decided it was enough, getting rid of the lingerie, stripping naked right in front of his eyes.
his hands stayed cuffed but you could see clearly how bad he wanted to touch you. the hazel brown of his eyes swallowed completely by pure and primal need, mouth slightly hanging open as he watched you with heavy breaths.
“you fuckin’ diabolical bitch,” he cursed, hips pushing up as you crawled back on top of him, alining his cock with your tight hole.
you huffed out a laugh at his words, punishing him by not sinking down on him immediately. you dragged the tip through your folds, coating him in your arousal while the poor man tried to free his hands from where they were still cuffed to the headboard. but the keys were far away, out of his and also your reach, lying on the bedside table.
“loose the cuffs,” he growled, voice deep and primal but all you could do was laugh. without waiting any longer, you sank down on him, your pussy swallowing inch by inch until he was fully seated inside of you.
you leaned forward then, lips brushing against his but not nearly kissing him. “only if you beg for it.” it was a breath, tickling over his still swollen lips and he made a completely new sound, something you never heard before.
he whined.
gator fucking tillman whined because of you. and it made you feel like the most powerful woman on earth.
his hips snapped upwards, the head of his cock hitting your cervix, tearing a moan from your own throat. “loose. the. cuffs,” he repeated, pulling on them a little stronger, the painful screech of the headboard echoing off the walls.
but you didn’t even think about it. you only placed your hands on his soft tummy, fingers brushing through the trail of hair growing there before you sat up, throwing your head back and arching your back, giving him a full view of your tits.
“baby, i swear to fuckin’ god if you—“ he got cut off by the first move of your hips, moaning out loudly as he felt your walls tighten around him.
only seconds later you set a pace that had his head spinning. you moved up and down his cock, circling your hips in between, practically tearing him apart. all that with your fucking perfect tits bouncing in front of his eyes, still too far out of reach.
“baby, please“ he whined, hands straining against the cuffs again. “please, just… loose the fuckin’ cuffs. lemme touch ya.” it was pathetic how he begged but it was exactly how you wanted it. so completely wrecked and drunk on you that you decided it was enough.
you leaned over, grabbing the key before leaning over his head, breasts falling right into his face. the quiet clicks sounded and the first cuff came loose, then the second. the moment he was free, it all happened very fast.
his hands found your hips, turning you around, trapping you underneath him. your breath left your lungs from the sudden movement while his big hands slipped to the back of your knees, pushing your legs up and over his shoulders, folding your smaller form in half, all while he was still buried in you.
the first move had you arching your back off the mattress, changing the angle, causing him to slide even deeper. “fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, then his payback began.
his pace was relentless, thrusting into you before pulling all the way out before slamming all the way back in, pressing the air out of your lungs in a breathless scream.
he pounded into you over and over again, driven by that raw need, not stopping until he had you right where he wanted you, crying and begging just like him only a few minutes before.
his thumb found your clit, rubbing over it in tight circles, adding just the right pressure. “gator… oh, f-fuck… i’m gonna cum…” you moaned, feeling how the pressure in your stomach built, almost becoming too much.
“funny thing, baby. because you were the one telling me not to cum until ya say so,” he rasped against your lips, and just before the coil snapped, his finger was gone, hips stilling completely.
that fucking asshole did the same thing as you did to him, denying you to reach your peak, a desperate cry tearing from your lips.
“you can cum, gator. just please, please let me—”
he cut you off with a kiss, tongue fucking into your mouth, finally picking up his pace again.
when he pulled away, he lowered his head to look down at where your bodies connected, watching him slipping in and out of you. “fuckin’ hell. like ya were made for me, babygirl,” he praised, his thumb finding your clit again.
“cum with me, would ya? can ya do that f’me?” he asked and you nodded, maybe a little too hard even. but it only spurred him on, hips crashing down against yours, making your tits bounce. and that was enough for both of you.
your orgasm crashed over you, so hard you could swear you passed out. your walls clenching around him, milking him dry, was gator’s undoing and he buried himself deep into your pussy with one last thrust, thick ropes of hot cum spurting out, coating your delicate walls.
you didn’t know how long it took until you stopped shaking. all you could feel was his body collapsing on top of you, bracing himself on his elbows next to your head so he wouldn’t crush you. “have i already mentioned that yer fuckin’ evil,” he breathed out, making you giggle underneath him, your hands coming up to cover your face.
“hey, don’t hide from me now, mrs. tillman,” he murmured, peppering kisses on the back of your hands, pushing them away with his nose. you finally moved them aside, eyes meeting his, the room illuminated by the sunset making them sparkle like liquid amber.
“couldn’t stop myself. and maybe… you can really blame the whiskey,” you smiled softly, your fingers tracing over his strong biceps.
he was about to say something when the beeping noise of the oven echoed through the house, telling you that dinner was ready.
“i have to go,” you whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, pushing him off so he rolled over to the free side of the bed. you slipped away, completely ignoring the feeling of his cum and your juices leaking out from between your legs.
you bowed down, grabbed his shirt and pulled it over your head—not even bothering to put panties on—before you disappeared through the door.
gator’s eyes were fixed on the ceiling as he took deep, steady breaths, still processing what the hell just happened. a few minutes later, he followed you down, finding you in the kitchen, placing the delicious smelling food on the plates.
he took two beers out of the fridge, bringing them to the dining table, waiting for you to join him and sat down with you.
he was only a few minutes into eating when he stopped, feeling your gaze on him. he lifted his head, eyes meeting yours, finding you biting your bottom lip.
you stretched out your leg, your foot touching his bare thigh, tracing its path down right between his legs, brushing against his cock, securely tucked away in his boxers.
gator grinned, flashing his teeth at you while he placed his fork back on the table. he reached over, fingers curling under your chair, yanking you closer on it. “you greedy little slut,” he growled, pushing his own chair back as he fell to his knees in front of you—the grilled chicken completely forgotten on his plate as he focused on his actual meal right in front of him.
Is there any more parts of princess diaries? It’s my favourite fic you’ve made 🫶🏼🫶🏼
Hey! 🫶🏻
Yes! I am absolutely planning on continuing that story line, I have been just too busy to even find out how I want to continue it but it’s in my drafts don’t worry.
Hey babe first of all I absolutely love love ur fics and i wanted to request if you can where the reader and joe got into a stupid fight about him forgetting smth and she left and went out with her friends and got drunk then she came back home and was trying to be mad at him but couldn’t really bec she is getting distracted from how good he looks and he is like kinda babying her and she’s trying to stay mad but she just can’t i just know you’re gonna eat this up
i’m not sure if you wanted smut or not, so it’s not but just tell me if you want part 2 with smut and I could make it work out!
Drunken thoughts
joe keery x female!reader
summary — busy lives had made it impossible for you two have each other time, and when you two plan one, he forgets and fucks up so you go out, drink a lot and even when you cone home joe is just the biggest gentleman.
warnings — SPOILER! argument, joe forgetting plan, angst like angst., reader consuming alcohol and gets super drunk, joe takes care of her, joe undresses her, reader gets turned on by joe while drunk and wants hate sex, joe refuses because shes not sober, tell me if I missed something, english is not my first language, not proofread
author’s note — thank you so much, these words mean a lot and I am so sorry for the long wait, May was tough for me from a lot of perspectives, hope you understand and enjoy!
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It’s not like you did not know how famous your boyfriend was, you were very much aware.
Very much aware when all the time you two went out either paparazzi pictures popped up few hours later or you two ran into his fans. Or how people turned their heads to see if it was really him.
You knew it when it was all over your socials. Not like you complained, you were chronically online and saw all the edits of him too.
This part of his fame did not bother you at all, you loved how loved he was by his fans, he deserved that so much like no one else.
The other part was hard. How much he was obsessed with working. If he was not filming, he was making songs, if he was not making songs, he was touring, if not that, he was doing press, or interviews, or photoshoots, or fan meetings.
He got so drained in them lately that you completely became his second. Not because he wanted you to, but because he couldn’t even find himself in the light, not to mention finding you.
You two barely had dates, or went grocery shopping. Barely ate together or went to bed the same time. Barely had sex, or cuddled. Physical touch all off.
And you for sure fucking missed him. Like you didn’t know that missing him this much was possible for a human being. And after a while you were more pissed. Pissed ‘cause even if he was home he was on some call about work, or texting his band about song ideas.
Song ideas, that you had no clue were all about you. How you inspired him. The way he was sitting on the couch sprawled out, his guitar in his lap as he saw you in the kitchen making dinner for you two while dancing around to your favorite song.
How he adored you and appreciated you for taking up with him.
He worked his ass off because he wanted you to have it all, and because he knew one day he wants a family with you, a big house, no problem with money. But he never told you that, and you just became more frustrated until one day it all snapped.
Why it snapped? ‘Cause after one month of no date you two finally had a nice dinner planned in your favorite NYC restaurant.
And where was he? No idea.
You got dressed, smelled nice, all day you were waiting for this night. To finally have him, only him, only for you, all night.
And he was not here, he was late, he was supposed to be home by now, he was late, half an hour, then an hour, the reservation started 20 minutes ago and by now someone else is sitting in those chairs, eating those meals you both loved so much.
You called him three times, seems not much but he was joe, the second you rang the first time he dropped everything to pick up if you called.
You fucking checked his locator, he was still in that fucking studio and that was it.
You just dropped your bag on the floor, pulling your heels off and sat on the couch as you were texting your friends about how he just fucked you up.
You: I can’t fucking believe he LITERALLY STOOD ME UP?-
Friend1: Like I get it he is busy but he fucking forgot your date probably
Friend2: oh girl I would be pissed
You replied to Friend1: Yeah I’m like 110% sure he fucking forgot about me
Friend3: as soon as he comes home, confront him. He should not be in a fucking relationship if he can’t remember he is in one.
You: I will don’t worry I’m done being understanding
The minute you typed that out the keys of the door’s lock were heard as the door opened.
You stood up immediately, crossing your arms in front of you.
“Hey babe!” He said as he was locking the door, as he turned around he saw you in that black dress he loved so much, and the way it hugged your body.
“Wow, where are you going babe?” He smirked as he put his bag down.
“Where am I going? Where am I going?! Where we were supposed to go!” You didn’t even bother greeting him.
“What? What are you tal-“ The realization hit him as his face dropped. “Oh my god the date…”
“Yeah the fucking date.”
“Babe, I am so fucking sorry. I totally forgot about it, Jake and I-“ He was coming up to you trying to explain himself out as you just took a step back and lifter your arms so he couldn’t catch them.
“Is Jake your girlfriend? Because if yes tell me.” He was stunned and opened his mouth multiple times and closed it after trying to speak.
“Yeah because it fucking feels like it you know? When was the last time we had a date? The last time we cuddled or had fucking sex? — God you can’t even remember a fucking dinner!” You were raising your voice on him.
“Okey that’s not fair…” His puppy eyes met yours.
“It is fair Joe, you are forgetting me, you are forgetting our relationship because you are trying to overcome yourself but I just don’t understand why! I miss you Joe, I dressed up for you, got ready and everything and you forgot about me like I am a trash you forgot to take out. And it’s not the first time.” Tears filled your eyes now in the slightly dim room.
“Babe, listen — gosh babe, I am doing it all for you. You just have to trust me, and I can make it, I can be better!” He was practically begging for you. “I’m gonna get ready now, we can go to that restaurant.”
“It doesn’t matter, our reservation was half an hour ago.”
“I’m Joe Keery, I will find a way for you.” Gosh he was hot for sure.
“No Joe, I’m — I’m done, I need a night out with my girls. Don’t call me.”
You said as you collected your bag while slipping into your heels and heading out not waiting for any response from him.
He was just standing there in shock, but he understood, he tried to impress you so much he forgot about you.
You knew your friends were out in the bar, because they invited you but you cancelled since you were supposed to have a nice date with your super busy boyfriend.
They were pretty much not surprised as you texted them earlier, and were not surprised when you started drinking like it was not alcohol.
You were renting to them about Joe, and how much you loved him but how you are questioning if he loves you the same, then took a dance break, and back to emotional break in the bathroom.
Joe the whole time, at home couldn’t sleep. He was exhausted but couldn’t sleep knowing you are out there being mad at him because he was a bad boyfriend.
He was checking your location the whole time and texted all your friends to call him if you decide to head home. He knew you would be too stubborn to call him now, but also too drunk to take care of yourself.
When you went to the bathroom your friends instantly looked at each other. You were drunk, too drunk.
They knew if you had one more shot, you would end up in the fucking hospital. And when they found out all of them got a text from Joe, they called him now.
Not even 10 minutes later Joe came as you also found your table again, with few new shots in your hands.
“I’m paying for next rouuund!” You yelled, trying to over-speak the loud music.
Joe was walking up behind you as he recognized you from behind. He pushed through people, not losing his eye once of you.
“Hello girls!” He greeted them as you turned around to see him standing there.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, trying to sit down to your seat, but it taking a few tries and slow motions from all the alcohol in your system.
“I’m here for you.” He answered quick.
“But I don’t wanna go-“
“Yeah it’s late.” One of your friend spoke up as he snapped your head in there direction.
“I could honestly fall asleep right here right now.” The other one added.
“Maybe we should all go.” And then another.
You were looking at them confused, it was like they planned it…
“Well you guys are no fun.” You stood up but suddenly lost your balance, no pressure tho because Joe quickly grabbed you.
“Have a good night.” You said before started walking towards the exit, getting out of Joe’s grip.
“Thank you for calling.” He said to your friends.
“Make it up for her, she deserves better than this.” Your most trusted one from the group said to him.
“I know.” Joe stated before rushing after you.
When you two finally got in the apartment, Joe’s hand around your waist to guide you. Your heels already in your hands, you finally left his grip.
Started walking confidently in the apartment as Joe rushed after you, catching you when you almost lost balance.
“Slow down, babe.”
“Don’t babe me!” You turned around to face him. You wanted to snap at him again. But as he now had lost his jacket you saw him in one of his cropped shirt, his biceps nearly ripping the shirt around them.
“I’m just trying to take care of you.”
“You could have done that if you didn’t forget about our date.” It was kind of flirting? You didn’t even know. You were just mad but also turned on by how amazing he looked, and the way he looked after you.
“I’m gonna make it up to you I promise.” He stated as he started guiding you to the bedroom.
“You could make it up now.” You turned to him, your hands now slightly going up and down his chest.
“Not now babe, you are drunk.” He tried to calm himself down.
“Exactly, drunk sex is fun, hate sex is fun, how fun it could be together?” Your hands went down to his pants as you met his already growing bulge.
Joe whimpered under your touch, but no. You were drunk, you were frustrated, and you two were basically still fighting. He wanted to make sure you were safe, put you in bed and hug you. Talk in the morning and show you how much you are his number one.
He flipped you, so he could get the zipper of your dress. You smirked, thinking he did it in a dirty way but no. He just pulled your dress off, in a normal speed, gently. And then you felt his body heat gone.
You looked behind you as he was walking back to you with one of his oversized shirts.
“I don’t need that babe.”
“Yes you do.” He said as he started guiding it to you to put it on.
With a groan you let him put it on you.
“You don’t even want me? Touch me?” You asked in both a flirty and hurt way.
“Of course I want you, but not like this. Not when you are drunk because you are mad at me. Now go lay in bed.”
Without a word you just walked up to your bed as he pulled the sheets up for you to lay in and as soon as did he tucked you in.
He then went into the bathroom as you watched the light hit him so well it made your thighs press together. Gosh he looked so fine.
When he came back, he had had pain killers, a glass of water and a bucket for you to throw up in if you need too.
“You can just wake me up if you need anything, okey?”
“I need you, babe please I want you to fuck me-“ you started begging as he sat beside you.
“I will after we talked about earlier, now sleep.” You just groaned and said under your breath that he is no fun. But he just couldn’t do it. His heart was aching from you thinking he forgot you, that he forgot to love you. He was living for you. He couldn’t forgot to love you.
“I love you, I’m sorry.” He whispered as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You were already deep in sleep, not hearing anything.
Joe slowly laid next to you, pulled you in by your waist, and wanted the next day to come as soon as possible to show you all the ways he loved you and needed you.
i would give him the most sloppiest, wettest, creamiest, soul taking, slimy, life changing, death dropping, heaven sent, flabbergasting, hypnotizing, heavenly, astonishing, leg trembling, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, legs stretching out again and again, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing, waist slowly moving up and down, small heavy breath, "I can't take it much longer" breaths getting quicker, twitching throbbing eyes shut lip biting, back arching, edging begging for relief, warm hot rush bubbling up spit upon spit tongue twisting ground tip-talking against month sideways spit from the end and lick from the bottom to the top then spit from the to and lick to the bottom deepthroating mascara dripping down my face, slower then faster faster than little faster then perfect pace twisting mouth around each side, hands in my hair brutally using my mouth, spiritually enlightening chakra balancing, mangekyo sharingan unlocking, golden light like a halo around the top, noise from the very edge of his throat for the final release head ever. And THEN l'd let him pound me so hard into the bed and use my body as though it doesn't belong to anymore that he literally throws me around and does as he please. I wouldn't argue, I wouldn't raise a word, no sir, not to daddy, absolutely not. He could ruin me, corrupt me, hit me, choke me, tie me up, bite me, I would absolutely encourage everything he does as long as I get a smidge of his attention and love. This man could make me fuck myself on his fingers and I wouldn't argue even if I ended up passing out, he could bruise me up and laugh at me and I would take it just to listen to him praise me. I would take him for 50 rounds in 60 positions cause never back down never what???? NEVER GIVE UP and I am not giving up to screw me till my mind becomes nothing but subservient to him.
steve loves it when you ride him, when you try to take control and use him for your own pleasure. he loves the way your ass slaps against his thighs with each thrust, he loves how tight you clench around him when you ride him faster. he loves the way your nails dig into his shoulders for balance, and the moans that leave your lips while your eyes roll into the back of your head when you sink down almost too deep. but none of that would ever compare to this. you’re riding him again, gripping onto his bare shoulders, letting out long whines with each drag of your hips. steve’s hands sit loosely on your thighs bracketing his legs as he leans back against the headboard. his eyes trail down your body, from your head thrown back in pleasure, to your neck exposed to him covered in fresh red marks, down to your tits jiggling with each bounce, and when his eyes reach your stomach, steve’s mouth goes dry. each time you sink down on his cock, steve can see it protruding from the skin of your stomach, the tip of his large cock leaving a bulge in your tummy. he watches it slip away once as you lift your hips, then reappear the moment you sink down, and steve swears he gets harder. “look at you, baby…” he whispers. he lifts one of his hands to rest it against your belly, and the next time you slam your hips down against his, steve feels the bulge press against his hand. immediately his arms come around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest as he starts thrusting up into you, fucking you up and down on his cock with his own strength. you moan out immediately, your face disappearing into his neck, drool slipping from your lips. “fuck, steve…” you whimper, but he shushes you, picking you up and fucking you at a brutal pace. it’s relentless, he needs you now. “gonna fill you up, baby. look how deep i am, i gotta keep you nice and full, honey.” he groans, pressing his palm against your tummy again, feeling his cock bulge out of it with each hard thrust. you just moan, but you do your best to lift your head and look down into the space between your chests, and there you see it, the way your skin stretches out each time his dick fucks into you, and you moan at the sight. “fuck, yeah, you feel so good, baby. you take me so well. fuck, ‘m close.” he groans and you whine. “stevie, please fill me up, please. i need it.” you beg, eyes rolling back into your head as your orgasm washes over you. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” warm ropes of cum fill you deep inside your pussy as steve cums with another loud groan before his grip loosens and you collapse on top of him, completely fucked out.
Please can you do a cute date night with you and Joe, and whilst spooning and watching a movie his hands slide to your panties 🥺✌️ I love your work!!!
Movie night
joe keery x female!reader
summary — a cute movie night with your boyfriend turns into you cuming on his mouth and fingers
warnings — oral sex (female receiving), fingering, hickeys, pet names, joe is obsessed, tell me if I missed something, english is not my first language, not proofread
author’s note — hey everybody…I swear I am alive and I swear I’m working on requests, I just lost motivation lately, this is also a shorter one. Anyways, thank you for this request, I’m in love 😝
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Movie nights with your boyfriend always were your favorite dates. Just you and him on the couch, clinging into each other and watching some art, which both of you were passionate about, it was perfection.
And this night was one of those nights.
You found yourself on the couch, watching some random movie you two picked on Netflix. Joe was behind you as his hand was around your waist, his other hand under your head, you resting on his upper arm.
He had one of his leg over yours, them locked together as both of you were watching the movie.
A kind of intimacy you two loved so much, just being so close you could feel his chest rising up and down, his hand over your waist feeling as your stomach rise as you took deep breaths.
Those deep breaths hitting his arm every time you exhaled and you feeling his against your ear.
The closeness and the warmth of your bodies was all you two needed after those busy days, or you thought.
You were at least 40 minutes into the movie, you were very focused on it, trying to figure out the plot and what could possible be the twist.
Joe on the other hand started getting distracted, when you shifted yourself in his grip and your ass rubbed against him a few times. You didn’t even think about it.
His large palm started shifting down your body, pulling up your waistband little bit so he could go under it. He was so fast your reaction only came when you felt his fingers over your underwear.
“Joe..w-what are you doing?” You questioned, looking down at where his hand disappeared.
You felt his finger pressed on your clothed clit and your head fall back with your mouth falling open.
“Just watch the movie baby.” Was all he whispered into your ear.
He started going up and down your clothes pussy as your shut your eyes from the feeling, you were already wet from the teasing.
“I said, watch the movie.” He stated so you hardly opened your eyes and looked back to the screen.
He finally went under your panties and started rubbing your clit slowly, teasingly. You whimpered at the feeling of his digits between your folds, like they belonged there.
He didn’t do anything except rubbing your folds and clit, teasing your entrance but never going in.
“Joe…please!”you whimpered, your walls clenched around nothing.
He suddenly shifted himself and pulled you with him. He laid you cross the couch, your legs in the air and your head falling of the couch, seeing the screen upside down as he hovered over you.
He fit himself between your legs, and with his teeth, he pulled down your panties after taking your pants off.
You tilted your head to look at him but he just reached out and pushed it back.
“Watch. the. movie.” He was serious, he loved how interested you were in that stupid film as he was more interested in your pussy.
You were focusing on the movie as suddenly his tongue swiped a big from your back hole way up to your clit, then sucking on it and twisting it with his mouth.
You moaned loudly, slapping your palm against your mouth, trying to not get another noise complaint from the neighbors.
Like yeah you were loud, but you had a fucking reason, and that reason was your boyfriend who fucked you too good.
He was sucking on your clit as your hand fall into his hair pulling him closer to your heat, he whimpered as now all he could breath in was you down there, and he was exactly where he wanted to be.
“Fuck Joe, please…” You moaned as you still had nothing to fill you up.
Without hesitation his tongue went from your clit to your entrance, diving into it. His tongues licked your walls as he started moving it in and out, hitting all your spots.
His tongue was so deep down, his lips were rubbing your clit, as he had his lips wide.
“Yes, yes, yes- fuck!” You moaned into your palm, but he could hear it loud and clear.
Your clit was throbbing, your pussy was wet from him and well…from him.
When he started feeling your walls tightening around him, he pulled his tongue.
You looked up at him. “Why d-“
But before you could ask him why he stopped you felt his two fingers in you, which made your head fall back immediately, moaning, now your palm not covering them up.
“God yes-“ You said as him fingers started going hard and fast in and out of you. His mouth finding your clit again as he sucked on it.
His fingers curled the perfect way as he had known your core pretty well by now, perfectly hitting that spot that made you see stars all the time.
He was sucking on your clit so hard, you were sure you are gonna lose it and moans filled the room as you were grabbing into his hair more and more. Your legs wrapped around him.
You were a mess, and when you started feeling that amazing knot in your stomach, your pussy told it to Joe too.
He suddenly came up and started kissing your neck, now his thumb working on your clit.
“You are so fucking perfect you know that, so fucking good for me.” He said as he kissed around your collarbones.
“Can’t even hear the damn movie because of the sounds you make as I am touching you baby.” He kissed up your neck, while his fingers were moving in and out of you in a brutal speed, rough.
“I can feel you are close baby.” He kissed behind your ear, as he went down a little and kissed that spot that made you whimper the most.
He started sucking it in, just like he did with your clit, but now wanting to leave a fucking mark on you.
His thumb pressed on your clit even more, it was too much.
“Joe…”
“Yes sweetheart?”
“Please, can I cum?”
“Cum for me baby, show it to me.”
Those words and the way he was working on multiple parts of your body made your eyes roll back, the movie disappears, as you could only see white and stars.
Your orgasm clashed over you, coming on his fingers as he was still going hard.
And your noises? Yeah the neighbors definitely heard it and you two will have another complaint later, but at that moment you could only focus and care about him.
As your orgasm went out, you slowly came down, his fingers slowed down and popped out of you with a wet sound. The same one came up pull your hair our of your face that fall in as he was fingering you.
You were trying to catch your breath as you looked at him, his smile so wide.
pov: you’re fwb with joe keery and he flies you out to cure his boredom filming fargo
joe keery x fwb!reader
wc: 5k
18+ MDNI NSFW
warnings: so many. fwb, no use of Y/N, pnv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it folks), mentions of on/off again relationship, roleplay, oral (f receiving), fingering, edging, punishment, not being allowed to cum, bratty gator, dom!joe/gator sub!reader, spanking, pussy play, no warnings given to reader, spit play, ass play, pussy to ass eating, handcuffs, reader being handcuffed, pet names, minor male masturbation, boot play, consensual crushing reader with boot, mentions of phone sex, solo masturbation, intruder, minor stalking, foreplay, more roleplay at end WHEW
a request from and for @louisbelongstome28 😘
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The flight was long. It wasn’t exactly long long, but long enough to where you basically were overthinking every choice you had made up until this point. You knew that going to see a friend wasn’t a crime… but was it a crime that this was the same friend who is broken up with their girlfriend for like the 6th time this year and just happened to start hitting you up at all your weakest hours? Possibly.
And you knew what that meant. You knew all too well because this was the story of your friendship with Joe. Flirty, fun, but friends - sometimes more, and sometimes less… lately its been less, but now?
*ding* *ding* *ding* *ding*
Joey: text me when you land, I ordered you an uber to take you to the vrbo
Joey: should be there at like 8:15ish waiting in the pickup area
Joey: almost wrapped for the day and then ill head back to the vrbo
Joey: hellooooo r u o k, I thought you were landing at like 7:50
yes omg im fine lol, just turned my phone back on from airplane mode
Joey: ????????????? you should’ve still been able to get my texts through the wifi
i zoned out and was listening to the new muse album my bad
Joey: omg im not mad since its an incredible album, but if it was shitty then id be annoyed
Joey: well he’s outside waiting for you
Joey: uber black ;)))))
for little ole me??
Joey: only the best for my best girl
anddddd ur done. okay im getting my bag but I see him
You grabbed your bag from the conveyor belt from your nearly empty flight, because who the fuck was coming to Calgary in February? Apparently, you.
Though you were only staying for the weekend, wanting to be back for work on Monday, your bag was weighed down by the heavy layers that you were inevitably going to be wearing. Nothing says “hey best friend, long time no see - wanna undress my 18 layers and we can have sex?” better than Calgary in February.
The automatic doors flew open and your hair swooshed out of your face, bitter and freezing on your skin. You didn’t even have to tell your feet to move before they were already hustling over to the uber. The driver opened the trunk and threw your bag in the back with ease, and you couldn’t help but notice that he was only wearing a long sleeve shirt. You could see his tattoos peeking through the shirt, it was nearly paper thin. Part of you wanted to offer him one of your several layers, but once you got into the car, you understood. The man had it absolutely cranked high on heat.
“Your ride notes mentioned you would be cold, so I prepared to the best of my abilities… also - peanut m&ms!”
Joe. Fucking Joe. Always prepared Joe.
Your Joe.
Nope. Nope. No no, not yours.
You thanked the driver and you were on your way. The vrbo was only 15 minutes from the airport which was perfect because you felt nauseous from the flight and wine you drank on said flight.
“So, I am not really allowed to ask this…”, the driver met your eye in the rearview mirror, “But my booking was placed under Joe Keery… like as in Steve Harrington from Stranger Things - is that him or is this a prank?”
The smile creeps up on your face before you can figure out how to answer this. You had met Joe in college and he was just Joe… he wasn’t Steve Harrington, Hell - to you he wasn’t even Joe Keery, he was just Joe.
“Yeah, that would be him.”
“For real? I knew he was filming in the area with Jon Hamm - I got to see him a few weeks ago. I guess that my luck for having uber black - the celebrities want me.” He said with a laugh, but with full sincerity.
Joey: when you get to the vrbo, let me know
Joey: code is 1234*
joe pls tell me ur fucking lying
Joey: what now
1234*
Joey: it was the simplest thing for me to remember okay
thats like not safe at all
Joey: *picture*
Joey: all good bb, I got this locked n loaded
thats ur prop gun
Joey: still scary
Joey: bout to leave set rn
Joey: c u soon emoji
Joey: wtf I did speech text and I thought it would put the emoji for me hold on
Joey: c u 🔜
okay bud
Joey: dont
You pull up to the house and its a small one story, perfect for a 6 month rental for a man who hasn’t had a visitor here… ever. You tried not to let that sink into your skin and affect your disparity.
The driver unloads your bag and tells you to tell Mr. Harrington ‘hello’ for him, and then waits for you to get inside. You were absolutely humiliated typing in ‘1234*’ into the padlock - but the second the door opened and you could smell him? Nothing else mattered.
You made yourself at home. A quick tour, bathroom break, changing out of all the intense layers until you were in nothing but a t-shirt and leggings. Suddenly, you were opening the fridge looking for something, anything - he only had beer, but beer would do quite well. Grabbing a knife, you shoved the cap up and popping it off with a long bang - the cap falling to the floor with a ring that echoed off the walls of the empty house. You hinged at the hips, reaching down for the beer cap.
Before you knew it, a voice boomed behind you.
“You didn’t even lock the door?”, a hint of an accent popped out - you had noticed it a couple times on the phone throughout the past 4 months since he’s been gone. He really gets into his characters in that way, picks up traits from them like that.
“Wouldn’t have even mattered, just as unsafe as I am with the door code being 1234#”, You straightened back up, back still facing him and you placed the cap on the countertop.
“Well, it was actually 1234* not pound - so…”, he said sarcastically towards you, taking two steps in - you heard boots. Heavy boots.
Spinning around to face him, you weren’t sure what you were expecting. Obviously, you were expecting Joe… but, he wasn’t Joe at all.
His long unruly hair was slicked back tight against his head, sides buzzed, even had a design cut into the side. His normal cool guy slouchy vibe was replaced with a form fitting leather jacket and tight cargo pants, hugging his thighs maybe a little too well. And, good God - speaking of thighs…
He wore a thigh holster with his stupid little prop gun still in its place.
And then there were the heavy boots, that was probably the only thing that actually looked like something your Joe would wear.
“Hi”, Your eyes unfortunately were still glued to the thigh holster - they never quite made their way back up to where they were supposed to be looking.
“Hi darlin’”
And right there made you snap out of it.
“Darlin’… what is that about, huh?”
“What? Stop acting like you don’t like that shit, I know you.”
Oh, did he.
His hand swooped around your back and he pulled you up against him, wrapping you into a hug. You melted into it immediately, laying your head on the cold leather that you knew was his wardrobe for his character - but even that smelled like him. Tobacco, leather, woods… just fucking perfect.
“What’s this guys name again?”, You mumble out, face smushed in his chest.
“Gator”
“Gator. Alligator!”
“No no, just Gator. Gator Tillman. Actually, Deputy Sheriff Gator Tillman.”, He said with a bit of flare, his fake accent slipping out. He gave your ribs a little tickle, making you squirm in his arms.
“Oh, cocky…”
“Very”
“And you come home like this after every day of filming?”
“Just when I wanna show off my thigh holster to girls who cant take their eyes off it.”
You can hear the smirk without even seeing it. A laugh exhales itself out of your nose and your eyes roll, you’ve missed him.
Pulling back, you splay out one hand on his torso while the other stays wrapped around his back. His hands wandering dangerously close to your ass.
“I took my eyes off of it, Deputy - don’t be so conceited.”
His body tensed slightly at the nickname, not realizing that it was doing something for him rolling off of your tongue, “Took ya a minute.”
“And what the hell happened to your hair?”, your nose scrunched up in amusement.
“I know… its a bitch to wash out.”, He bent his head down slightly to you showing you the damage. You didn’t know what was worse, Gator Tillmans chrome dome or Steve Harringtons hairspray fire hazard.
Your hands slipped up his body and circled around his neck, fingers raking into the edges of his hair. Obviously, the feeling sent Joe over the edge a bit more than he probably meant to show - his eyes rolled back and he dropped his head to rest on your forehead.
“Feels good?”
“Mhmmm- more than you know.” He whispered against your skin.
You continued to deepen the strokes of your fingers, the gel giving way to your fingers - your Joe was coming back slightly.
“Baby, you need to know what you’re startin’”
“You and I both know why you flew me out here, Joe - so don’t start with me.”
“Gator.”
Your eyes flicked up to him, but his were still closed tight - forehead still pressed against yours. His fingers dug into the sides of your ass and you couldn’t mistake the feeling of his hardening cock pressing into your thigh.
“Gator?”
“Mhm, now come on-”, his fingers lifted your chin and he met you with a deep kiss. It was slow, desperate, filled with the secret that only you and Joe held - and now, Gator too.
His hands cupped the backs of your thighs and picked you up in one swift motion. Your eyes met briefly, but he broke contact by glancing down at your lips and reconnecting the kiss. Moving with urgency and efficiency, Joe Gator began moving down the hallway to where his bedroom was. He shoved the door open with your back and made his way over to the bed. Gently laying you down, he finally pulled away from the kiss.
“Missed you”, he whispered.
You felt your heart twist, thats not what Joe was for you - you couldn’t go there. You shifted back to the performance.
“Missed me? But Gator, I just met you?”
A smile broke out on his face realizing you wanted to play along. He dipped his head down into the curve of your neck, leaving open mouthed sloppy kisses all over your skin. His hand travelled from your waist and came down to palm you over your thin layer of leggings, than you were nearly soaking through.
His fingers began rubbing small delicate circles over your clit, the fabric not giving you what exactly you were wanting - but you knew Joe liked to take his time with you… maybe Gator is the same?
“Oh fuck, right there-”
“Ya like that, baby?”
“Mhm, fuck yeah - holy shit, J-fuck Gator”
He lifted himself out from the crook of your neck and grabbed the waistband of your leggings, tugging them down with both hands - your thong went right along with them. You see Joe snag your thong and throw them onto his nightstand, sending you a wink. Joe hasn’t done anything like that before, you guess Gator likes that type of thing.
You began sitting up as he lowered himself down onto the carpet, and yanked you to the edge of the bed. A sharp gasp left your lips and he ran his tongue up your inner thigh before roughly separating your thighs with his large calloused hands. Joe’s fingers were always calloused from playing guitar, but you had a feeling Gators was from his gun. His mouth attached himself to your dripping wet cunt, a deep growl ripping from his throat like you had starved him from this for far too long - and granted, it had been a while for the two of you.
The rough feeling of his slight stubble against your thighs intensified the feeling of his soft tongue running in your folds, a stark difference. Your hands instinctively reached for his hair, but the gel momentarily sent you for a loop.
As if he could read you, he spoke against your pussy, “Just get in there, it’ll break.” Not even a second later and he was back to pumping his tongue into you, steady and strong. And just like he said, you tangled your hands into his strands and the gel separated for you - like it was begging, waiting, needing you to dive in.
His tongue continued moving in and out of you with that slight curve at the end that always sent you over the edge. Hands still spreading your thighs wide, allowing him to get in deep - his face covered in your juices and his own saliva. His sharp nose touched your sensitive clit and your body reacted with a roll against his face, which he rewarded with a laugh and purposefully doing it again.
“Oh my god, Joe! Fuck, Im gonna c-”
His mouth was off of you before you could even finish your sentence, let along get your orgasm.
A sharp gasp left your lips, the sudden lack of contact and cool air hitting you overstimulated you more than his stubble and tongue did.
“What the fuck!”, your eyes snapped to Joe who was now standing up, looming over your exposed lower half. You were never shy in front of Joe, but something about this was different. It was like he was different.
“Turn the fuck around”, He demanded.
“Fuckin’ ass up, get your pretty little head in the motherfuckin’ mattress”, He nodded back to the bed, you still sitting at the very edge.
You were shellshocked, he had never been so demanding in bed before - you weren’t complaining, but this was so new. That shock caused hesitation.
He slowly bent his knees until he was eye level with you.
“Do not make me repeat myself”, he leaned forward, lips inches from yours and you ached for him, “Ass. Up. Head. Down.”
You pulled yourself back onto the mattress and flipped over, doing as you were told. Back arched so far that you were sure he might knock out a vertebrae if he goes too rough. You anxiously waited for the sound of his zipper.
The sound came and you felt yourself clenching around nothing, needing him. But the feeling of his cock lining up with you didn’t come… instead, you watch as he slid the leather jacket off his broad shoulders, cracking his neck with a tilt of his head. For just a moment, he really had you fooled. You actually believed that he was some small town deputy who had a long day and needed his little toy to fix his issues.
At least half of that was true.
He tossed the jacket to the small bench at the end of the bed, his eyes watching the movement. When he looked back at you - his pupils were blown, he was fucking hungry for you.
Your head played sideways on the mattress, you watch as he strolls up to the bed and flexes his hand - eyes now on your exposed ass, perfectly raised for him. Thats when you notice them… tattoos on his skin. AK-47s making ‘L’s, and barbed wire making an ‘O’ - LOL. On his other arm, 3 small lines on his forearm. Joe didn’t have any tattoos, but wow - seeing him like this? And that shirt… had to have been 2 sizes smaller than what he typically wears. Swear you’ve never seen him wear a shirt so tight. And God… it showed off everything. All his hours in the gym, all the nights that those biceps were gripping your legs, his wide chest you’d lay on after - everything was on display.
A sharp slap on your ass snapped you out of your dripping state.
“Fuck! What the fuck? No fucking warning?”, you cried out, shocked flooding your face.
“Thats for calling me Joe…”
“You already didn’t let me cum - I think I paid for it enough, don’t you think?”
A crooked grin rose across his face, eyes dark and sparkling in the dim room.
Another sharp smack rang out across the room, stealing your breath.
“Thats for being a fuckin’ brat”
He gripped ahold of your ass, watching the red spread across your skin - chill bumps shaping out where his hand landed. His hands spread out your ass, and he hallowed his cheeks and spit out over your asshole - his thumb stopped it from running down to your pussy. He drug his thumb up and circled your tightness, causing your legs to tremble.
“Girls shaking and we ain't even started yet…”, he tilted his head down to you and whispered, “If I didn’t know it any better, I'd think you kinda like Gator.”
A small whimper left your mouth as you withdrew his thumb. He rounded back to your backside and got on one knee. Joe Gator dipped his head down to your clit, giving it a harsh suck - your thighs shaking again, he placed his warm hands on either thigh to calm you. Slowly, he began rising up in one motion. His tongue ran from your clit and into your folds. He slipped into your cunt just for a moment before coming back out, and moving back over your taint and up to your ass. His tongue laid flat and swiped up all the saliva from moments earlier before he spit it back out onto you, violent and abrupt. Both of his hands grabbed at the softness off your ass, and then wrapped his arms between your thighs - slamming you into him.
You couldn’t even tell where his mouth was, you felt him everywhere.
His face was deep inside of you, the room a stage for his groaning, your whining, and the squishing noises from your dripping pussy. There was no salvation here. You just needed him to keep touching you. Keep making you feel this godly.
He pulled away from you, and brought one of his hands up against your cunt - giving it a slap, the noise was the definition of sin. A grin grew on his face as he realized the slap sent juices up his arm.
“Damn, mama… gonna force me to undress - I cant ruin these clothes.”
A choking cry left your mouth as he withdrew from you completely, you were an absolute mess and all he had done was take off his jacket so far.
“Look at me”, He demanded as he took a few steps back, “I want you to watch.”
You tried. You really did, but your legs were so sore. He didn’t hesitate. His arms were tugged you sideways, your hips falling sideways to where you now were completely laid out on your side.
He puffs out his chest as his fingers slide up his thighs, his right hand gliding over the thigh holster. His head cocked over to the side, he was watching your eyes as your eyes were watching his hands. Fingers reaching his belt bucked, he begins to undo the leather. His thumb pops open the button and he runs down the zipper - that was the zipper you were waiting for.
His hands cross over each other, tugging his shirt overtop of his head. A shocked half-gasp half-laugh left your mouth as you laid out on the mattress. He always looked good, but right now? He looked meaty. Built. Strong.
“Not much to do in the fuckin’ cold with no friends. Gym keeps me warm.”
“Yeah, no shit”, you pathetically laugh as a tear falls from your eye from the angle.
He tosses the shirt over by the leather jacket, and the game is back on.
Pulling the belt from his cargo loops and placing the belt strategically on the bed, your heart rate spiked. The sliver of moonlight caught the light of something in his back pocket, you saw a glimpse of it as he tugged off the belt - handcuffs.
“Get back up. Right back where I had ya.”
You knew better than to disobey.
Pushing your body up with your forearms, you crawl back up onto your knees and let your torso lay limp against the mattress - your breath shaky.
Sure enough, his hand runs behind his back to his pocket and pulls out the handcuffs. He steps towards you and grabs your wrist, clamping it into the metal and then repeats it to the other wrist - completely at his will. He lifts one knee up onto the mattress and begins to run his fingers against your desperate pussy, eyes rolling to the back of your head. A whine leaves your lips as he dips in two fingers at once, pumping them slowly in and out of you in a steady motion.
“You gonna be good f’me?”
“Yes, Gator.”
“Good fuckin’ girl…”
He curves his fingers inside of you, finally hitting that spot that makes you see stars - a loud moan running off your tongue. You are in so much pleasure that you don’t even see him untuck his cock from his cargo pants - leaving them and the boots on.
His calloused hand pumps himself to the same rhythm he pumps his fingers into you, his eyes closing briefly, teasing himself. Head shaking himself back into reality, he didn’t need to imagine anymore - you were finally here.
Joe Gator lines himself up with your entrance, and doesn’t waste a second in the transition from his fingers to his cock. The man gave you no warning, no signal - just him, completely him inside of you.
It had been a while. A horrible, pitiful, amount of time had passed since you last had felt the sensation of a cock stretching you out - and God, nothing was like Joe. Nothing was like Gator.
He tips his head back in ecstasy, a groan ripping from his throat. His hand comes down hard against your ass, “Fuck yeah, baby. Take it like a winner.”
What is that even supposed to mean?
He begins to snap his hips against your skin, jolting you deeper into the mattress. You can here the liquid popping in and out of you, completely wrecked from all of his foreplay - and now for the main event, you are spent and at his mercy.
Another sharp slap to your ass is delivered as a scream tears out of you. Unrelenting, and always advancing, he grabs ahold of the thin chain between your cuffs - pulling you as if it was reins on a horse.
Your body felt warm, you felt like running hot water. Time didn’t exist here - it was just you and him; you and Gator.
“Fuck baby, you feel so fuckin’ good around me like that”, He spilled out through gritted teeth, “should just fuckin’ keep ya here. Keep ya all nice and filled up- god… fuck baby”
His free hand was wandering over your bare skin, touching anything everything he could reach from this angle. Hips stuttering, he adjusted his stance just slightly which sent him forward - slamming you further into the mattress, blankets engulfing your face.
“Gatorgatorgator oh my GOD- oh fuck!”, you squealed out loudly into the room.
He took that as a sign to keep going harder.
“Im gonna do something, if you don’t want it then I need you to squeeze my hand”, he told you, and when you didn’t react, “Ya with me, princess?”
You squeezed his hand, tugging at the cuffs - he knew you would listen, and you knew he would concede if needed.
The next thing you felt was him pushing you further onto the bed, your torso dragging across the blankets and hair laid everywhere. Without removing himself from you, he swung his other leg on the bed. He picked his pace back up and you were starting to wonder what he had up his sleeve. Was he nervous to do something to you?
And then you felt it.
The pressure.
A boot pressed up against the side of your head, shoving you deep - the foam engulfing you. He continued fucking you hard, but squeezed your hand to check. You didn’t squeeze back.
“Baby?”
You responded with a twisted thumbs up, what you could manage with your handcuffed wrists pulled in the air by him.
That was all he needed.
He switched hands holding onto the chain, the other hand laid across the back of his head - forcing his back straight meanwhile yours looked like a ‘C’. His cargo pants were rubbing against the back of your thighs, wearing into the soft skin.
The feeling of his boot on top of you, fucking you senselessly like this - it should’ve pissed you off. It should’ve made you feel degraded or like he only viewed you as a warm hole to get off in… maybe that was all Gator saw in you. But Joe? No… Joe was peering at you, watching you the whole time - making sure that smile was still on your face. If it wasn’t? He was done. You knew it too. You knew just how safe you were, and something about that allowed you to dive in headfirst with Joe; with Gator.
You could feel yourself closing in, an absolute mess in his hands. He could feel it too.
“You’re close, aren’t you princess? Ya wanna come on Gators dick?”, he rasped out in-between grunts.
“Please fuck, please Gator - fuck, gotta let me cum please.”
“Ya gonna cum with me?”
“Yes, fuck! Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum with you, Gator-”
“Show me what ya got.”
You released onto him, pussy clenching so tight you could physically feel him having to push to continue. A cry left your throat, wailing at the sensation - he has never fucked you like this, nobody has fucked you like this.
As soon as your cries withered down enough to where he knew you were good, he allowed himself to finish inside of you - like always. His cock throbbing inside of your sensitive cunt, all for him - him all for you.
What a welcoming party.
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10 months later
Joe would be home tomorrow night. Thats all the time you had left apart from your boyfriend. You could last that long… right? He was busy. It wasn’t like you could call and have phone sex. You’ve already done that three times this week - borderline embarrassing how many times you needed him. He had been gone filming ‘Cold Storage’ and though he wrapped his scenes weeks ago, they flew him back out to Italy for a couple additional scenes depending on how they decided they wanted the movie to flow.
This was normal for Joe, but not for you.
You had gotten used to your best friend leaving. You had gotten used to your best friend dating someone else and you weren’t even on the back burner - you were off the stove entirely. That you knew…
You didn’t know how lonely the nights were without him in bed with you. You didn’t know how empty your home would feel. It was small, simple like the both of you - enough to hold a superstar and his college sweetheart. It was yours.
The ache in between your legs didn’t waver. Joes phone was still on DND, he was still in a shoot apparently.
You click the TV on…
‘There’s nothing wrong with it, right? It still my boyfriend’, you told yourself as you pulled up Fargo, season 5 episode 4.
You could help but let your hand drift under the blanket, lifting the hem of Joe’s t-shirt - the only thing you were wearing. Fingers teasing your clit as you rubbed back and forth over the sensitivity. Your breath hitches as Gator slowly walks onto the screen, wearing that stupid ‘Nightmare Before Christmas’ mask - unfortunately, it just did something to you.
Thumb taking over the clit as your fingers dip low, beginning to tease your entrance - your mind drifts back to Gator; to Joe, to Joe as Gator, to that night.
A soft moan slips from your lips as Gator rips off his mask. There he is…
Your man.
You begin to finger yourself, taking another sip of wine in the process. Checking your phone, Joe still wasn’t done - well, too bad buddy, you were going to get off to Gator.
Just like Gator did to you, you slip in two fingers - pumping them in and out of you. Your eyes squeeze shut, whimpering his name.
Then you hear a soft click. You open your eyes to see that the TV has turned off…
Huh?
You reach for the remote, trying to click it back on, then realize that all the lowlights scattered through the house are also off…
Anytime Joe leaves, you keep the lights on… for him, for you - it makes you both feel better.
Reaching for your phone, you go to call Joe. You had no clue where the breaker box was, and it was his job to know things like that. If he didn’t answer, maybe his assistant would and then they could ask Joe quickly. But as you reached for your phone, that when you saw something in the reflection of the blacked out TV.
Directly behind the couch, positioned right behind where you were sat…
Gator Tillman.
“Don’t be scared of the dark now… Deputy Sheriff Gator Tillman, at your service. Looks like you could use some help there, little lady.”
And that was the day you told Joe you wanted door alarms for the house after he admitted he had been watching you since you clicked on Fargo and still had enough time to slip into the guest closet where he kept his favorite wardrobes from past sets - perfectly for an opportunity like this.
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A/N 💌 this was my first attempt at a one shot ever LOL I HOPE I DID OKAY! love you guys, and now im going back to leather & lace. requests are open and when I have time I WILL DO THEM but be patient! love you all so much
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part 2 to princess diaries + some off campus in it but you will see
summary — after the wedding, you two had hoped for your pregnancy, but it did not come around, so you kept trying but too much feelings started forming, maybe not just lust, you just always wanted to feel each other so you needed an assignment, and he couldn’t complete it.
warnings — arranged marriage, multiple sex, unprotected p in v, protected p in v, open marriage, public sex, sex on the dining table, fingering, begging, degrading (only little), period sex, breaking gator’s heart. tell me if i missed something, english is not my first language, not proofread
author’s note — won’t update or upload anything till next Friday, this is the last week of exams, just keep up with me 🩷
ask me anything & leave requests (for future)
The next thing you knew was that sneaked back to your room to get as far away from as possible.
You did the fucking assignment and even though it felt good…too good-you knew you had to run.
Thankfully your period was said to come soon in like 1 week, and you wished it wouldn’t come around.
Because if it didn’t then you could stay away from and his fucking touch that burned your skin and every time late at night you found yourself touching those parts of skin on your body where he had touched you, everywhere.
You knew it was a dangerous game, by the next day your father called you in his office again.
When you entered you were stunned by all the other people standing there. I mean it was your honeymoon which you did not enjoy but still the fucking parliament could leave you to breathe, have a little privacy gosh!
“You called father?” You said as you stepped slowly forward. Your father was sitting near his table, while the prime minister and 4 others were sitting on the leather couch, only one of them being a woman, sure. The four other people included Roy and one of his right hand’s and the woman was unfamiliar first but then you remembered, it was his current wife.
“Yes darling! They want to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“Well we have to know if the confirmation of marriage did occur after the ceremony.” The prime minister finally spoke up.
“Excuse me? And you need 6 people for that?” You asked back, why were you the only one here, trapped with almost all men, why did they not even call Gator?
“Just give us a yes or no, doll.” Roy finally looked at your direction and fucking used that nickname Gator calls you, he already knew what was going on probably.
“Okey, other question, why is there only one woman in the room who also happens to be your wife?” You crossed your arms front of you.
Roy stood up and slowly walked towards you, the way he carried himself made you go stiff, your hands falling back next to your body.
“Be happy there is a woman, while we are talking about business.”
“My body is not business.” You replied.
“In case it is. We both need a child, specifically a boy, who could carry on both of our monarchies. And you darling, you will be the one who gives it to us. So I’m not asking again, did you do your duty?” He walked around you as he finally stopped in front of you once again putting his question out there once again.
“Yes we did, happy?” You replied with your mouth still very closed, scared if you opened it too much you would say things that could end your life. So you pushed your answer out through your teeth’s.
“And was it the proper way? The way God created a man and woman, no cheating in biology.” He was referring to some kind of protection. And suddenly you remembered how you were washing off Gator’s cum from your thighs in the shower last night.
“Yes.”
“Your body better work fast then, we need a heir as soon as possible.” He started walking away from you, back to his seat on the couch.
You felt tears forming in your eyes, cause you were trapped. But this was the only way to save everyone, by not saving yourself.
As soon as you were said to go, when the door closed behind you after you rushed back to your room, you fall back to the door and slid down it slowly, found yourself crying on the floor with your head buried in your palms.
The next one week was going too slow. You and Gator avoided each other any time you could. You did not have anything to attend to, and the palace you two were staying in, far from the noise of the country, went silent after 2 days. It was your honey moon and only you and Gator were left there for 2 weeks, only maids and housekeepers, chefs, and workers stayed.
You two never ate breakfast together, and the place was spacious enough that you two barely had to see each other. Maybe you two meet like 2-3 times a day, but it did not last as one of you always rushed away. This is how the first week looked like.
And when the day comes, when your period was logged to come, that was never late, always arrived in time. You were hoping, the second your eyes opened you rushed to see if you got your period, you always got them in the morning or in the middle of the night.
And when you wiped and no blood was seen you went hopefully for a second, but you knew it was not even a sure thing, you waited.
So, without telling Gator or anyone other than your maid who kept it as a secret, you waited 2 days.
You were in the garden, walking around it with full of roses. You loved it so much, the way the wind blew, it blew the smell of roses directly under your nose. How there were birds flying around. You loved the air so much.
Little did you know someone was enjoying the view the same way. But not the exact one.
When Gator was in his room, bored out of his mind, he was doing some push ups. And when he got up from them to take a break, he glanced towards the window. And spotted you, being careless, not the angry daughter, not the princess who had to sell herself to be trusted with a crown.
He walked closer to the window as he saw you bending down to smell the flowers that were planted next to the road of the garden.
He saw the smile that went up your face, how relaxed you were, and without noticing he smiled a little.
As he was admiring you, the way you were admiring nature, you suddenly looked up. You felt the eyes on you and saw him standing in the window, burning his eyes on you.
Your smile dropped and looked at him annoyed before picking up your speed and rushing inside, total mood killer.
He groaned as he rolled his eyes and went back to his activities, total mood killer.
Later that night you were having dinner in the dining room, no Gator in sight, you were reading a romance book, a book where the women lead did not have to choose who to be with, where love was not defined, where love was special bond and marriage was between two people who couldn’t live without the other. And you could perfectly live without Gator Tillman.
The dining table was huge, but you were sitting by it all alone, the guards and maids still in the room in complete silence. But they knew what was going on behind the doors, they knew how Gator always ate in his room and how you two were never seen together like ever.
And you are gonna be honest, you hated eating alone, maybe you did not like him, but sitting beside the table all alone was so fucking depressing.
You were lost in your thoughts, reading, while chewing a piece of your dinner when you felt something in your panties. Made you completely stop in all your movements. Looked forward for a second, waiting to feel it again, maybe it was hallucination. But when you felt something leaking again, you smashed your fork and book on the table and run out the room.
You went to the nearest bathroom, and pulled down your pants with your underwear.
“No no no no no…” you repeated as you saw blood on the fabric.
You were not pregnant, it did not work, what were you supposed to do?
After getting yourself together you knocked on Gator’s door, for the first time.
When he opened the door he was surprised that it was not a maid, not a guard, no one, just you. With a devastating face in front of him.
“Are you good?” He was confused with your presence and also worried?
“It didn’t work.”
“What?”
“I’m not fucking pregnant, Gator.” You said as you pushed him aside to get in his room. It was a mess for sure.
“Fuck.” He closed the door and turned towards you.
“Yeah, fuck.”
“What are we supposed to do now?” He questioned as he finally looked at you.
“I don’t know, Gator. I don’t have any control over any of these.” You replied, tears forming in your eyes, and you hoped in the darkness he couldn’t see it, but he did.
“We have to try again, my dad, he has been calling every day about it, and your parliament also has been very eager about it.”
“God I hate this and I hate you too, your family dragged me into this.”
“You would have been sold either way!”
“Yeah but your father made sure I was sold into your arms!”
A heated rivaling started, both of once again stepping closer to each other.
And before you knew his hand was on your neck pulling you so close to him, you swore you could feel his heart beating fast. His lips attacking yours.
But fuck, you couldn’t act like when you were playing with yourself, that night did not cross your mind, and it always made you angry. But also took you over the edge.
Your hand quickly found his biceps and pulled him closer to your body, if that was possible, by them.
His tongue quickly found yours and he was licking the inside of your mouth like he had to find someone treasure. And it made you moan.
“G-Gator stop-“ You said pulling yourself away from him.
“Why?”
“I’m on my period, we can’t-“
“We are doing our duty, and some blood won’t scare me away.” Gosh that was so hot for some reason.
And suddenly you found yourself between his sheets, he climbed over you and once you found his gaze it was filled with full os hunger and lust, but yours were too. Not love, gosh no just want.
He was attacking your lips like it was the last thing he would taste in his lifetime. And no more eye contacts were made, as he went down your neck, to your ear, your collarbone — that made you arch your back — and that top you had on? It flew away pretty fast.
He was licking around your nipples making you arch even more, pushing your tits straight into his mouth. This movement made him moan against your hard nipples, sending some vibrations through your body with it.
You started going up from his waist to his chest and back down to tug under his shirt. You started pulling it upwards, signing him to take it off. And finally for a moment but just for a moment his lips left your nipples, just to take it off. You tossed it somewhere else in to the room and he was back on your nipples before he started going down your stomach.
You found your fingers lingered in his hair, as he started unbuttoning your jeans. When he finally could he pulled them down along with your panties. You quickly pulled him back to your face and kissed him again.
Fuck you loved kissing him, you loved feeling the mic of yours and his saliva mixed between your soft lips pressed to his. Feel his nose bumping yours and his closeness and heat on your body.
While he was busy devouring your lips, your hands flew down to his belt, and started unclipping them, shoving them off along with his boxers, leaving both of you exposed.
“I-I’m not sure about this…”You said pulling away from the kiss.
“Do you want it?”
“I-“
“Do you want me or not?” Your brain froze ‘cause fuck you hated him but your pussy for throbbing, wanting to feel him in you once again.
“I want you.”
And he didn’t need much more, he guided his cock in your wet and bloody core and slowly slide in.
He knew you were probably more sensitive from the period so he was more gentle than he was before, and you hissed at the feeling, it hurt hut it was so good. The way he split you into two. The way you felt so full once he was in you. Like he belonged to you and you belonged to him.
He started moving in a normal speed as his eyes lingered to where you two were connected. He pulled out all the way, only leaving the tip in before he snapped back in you, he watched as your leak mixed with his pre-cum and the blood from your period, stained his dick, and it made him go faster.
He loved the way you sounded beneath him, finally you were sounding like an angel, the one time you were not hating him, the one time your eyes were rolling due to the pleasure he gave you, not because of the hatred you felt towards him.
“Gator— fuck I can’t-“
“Yes you can honey, take it…” that nickname hit you like a wave. You felt your orgasm build up beneath him and his touch.
You were moaning, pulled him closer to your body to feel his heat as he kept going in and out of you.
When he felt your walls clenching around him, his hand flew to your clit as he circled around them, stopping to put pressure on them before slowly but hardly rubbing it.
And you moaned his name, probably the whole place heard it, as you hit the edge.
He was still going hard as you felt his breath catch up even more and he started groaning more often as with a final moan — fuck that moan was so heavenly — he came in you once again.
As you two both went down your high, he fall on you, he did not pull out for at least 5 minutes, making sure it stayed and settled.
When he finally left your body he rolled of you to the place next to you.
You two were catching your breath for a few minutes, and your mind wondered.
“We will have a-a schedule…” you were still catching your breath as you spoke up.
“What schedule?” He asked looking at you.
“Every two days, until I get pregnant. Hopefully it won’t be more than a 1 or 2, and my next period will be none existent.”
“You really want to do this?”
“Yes, that’s the only way.”
Gator liked it or not, felt some strange way about this, like he did want it to be real, not so planned. But if you wanted it this way then sure.
You two waited till your period was gone, thankfully it was only 5 days. You two started having dinner together, still no breakfast tho.
And every time you two sit across each other from the table, both of you stole glances from each other, couldn’t stop looking at one and another.
And you couldn’t stop the aching feeling, your thighs pressed together, looking over at him. And the long table, the big room with the high roof, it was all filled with the tension, like even the maids and guards could feel them all, it made them for sure uncomfortable.
“It’s a second day.” You said as you entered the library where he was looking around out of boredom and closed the door behind you.
He just glanced over to you as you walked up to him, no smile, no love, just hunger for each other and hunger to please your families.
And you found him pressing you to one of the shells as he was tucking your dress up, pulling your underwear to the side, as his fingers were teasing your entrance, his thumb pressed together your clit.
He was kissing you once again, before you pulled your head towards his neck, leaving kisses all over it as he working you up to take him once again.
“Gator, please just fuck me-“ you murmured against his neck as it made him groan, a shiver running through his spine.
And soon he was taking his dick out of his pants, giving it some stroke, before entering you.
You had falling back, hitting the books behind you as he positioned you both to hit it perfectly. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he was moving hard in you, skin slapping skin and moans filling the room.
It didn’t take much till both of you came in the fucking library. As soon as he pulled out of you, he put your underwear back in place, trying his cum stay in place.
Another time, the tension filling the dining table caught up to you two. When you both looked up to the other at the same time something snapped and both of you stood up, tossing the chair away and run to the other, meeting in the middle next to the table.
He grabbed your waist and turned you around, grabbing your palm and flat it on the table as he was kissing your neck down.
The guards quickly understood and walked out, locking the door.
He was kissing your neck while his hand flew to your breast, cupping them through your top.
Didn’t take much till his dick was free as he teased your folds, clit and entrance making you beg with sounds falling from you lips and you ass grinning back to him, before he finally snapped into you.
“Such a desperate slut, are you?” He said as he started going really fast in and out of you.
“Fuck-“ you moaned as you gripped into the table side to maintain yourself.
He was fucking you from behind as you were slowly falling over the table. Leaning toward it, showing yourself more to him and allowing a new angle, a better one.
“Gosh, so good for me, this pussy is mine, all mine, I’m all yours…fuuuck-“
You both came but those words lingered in you the next few times too, he started giving you more and more every time, its been 10 days since the agreement, so you fucked 5 times.
When you knocked on his door one a first day, he was confused. As soon as he opened the door you tossed him away and walked into his room.
“We need, an assignment.”
“What are you talking about, princess?” He said, but he knew you knew. He knew how open he started being towards you. He didn’t know what was that feeling but he was always waiting for the second days. Not because of sex, well not just because of it, but also because he could see you.
You two avoided each other then sex and dinner. And dinner was always silent, he kinda loved hearing your voice, it was calming. He never did relationship, he was a fucking roller coaster, women came to have a good time and did not stay long.
But you were different, not just because you two were married but because you did not obey, you were your own person and fuck it was definitely not annoying, and if even you annoyed him? He wished you would annoy him all the time, only him.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You feel it to right?”
“Yeah I do…”
“Good then I’m not going insane.” You started pacing around his room. Your heart was trying to rip out of you, hitting your bones.
“But is it bad?..” You finally looked at him with confusion.
“Gator, this-“ you pointed to him and you. “Whatever this is, this is just lust not love.”
“Well how do you know that?”
“Cause you don’t even know me and we have been fucking too well, this is just obsession not romance.”
He stayed silent, like his heart was questioning everything he had known about life.
“We gonna have an assignment. We both need to find someone and sleep with them, get off this — whatever this is. If we can sleep with someone else then we can, we can prove it’s just lust.”
“Fuck no, what if that fucker gets you pregnant?!”
“Protection, Gator.”
He stayed silent so you took a step closer to him.
“Just complete it, it’s not that hard right?”
Those words stabbed him, and he didn’t understand why.
“Sure.” He replied taking a step closer to you.
“Good! Then we will talk when you do your homework-“
“Wait, we won’t fuck till we both do so?”
“Nope, that’s the whole point, that we can do it with others, you know, making sure…” You stepped back from his body’s heat.
And before he could say anything else you brushed past him and with looking back at him before leaving the room.
“Fuck.” Gator said under his breath.
When the honeymoon went down, you quickly had to hold a party. You couldn’t stand that silence in the palace. You and Gator hadn’t talked since and your honeymoon was over so it was time.
It was a tea party, you both invited friends and friends only, either royal ones, rich ones or just ones from school.
“So basically, you gave out the sexiest homework to man kind to him because you are scared you are craving him?” Ivy spoke up, trying to understand what you just told them.
“Something like that…”you took a sip of your drink.
“That’s like pure self sabotage.” Peach stated.
“No it’s not, it’s for safety, and we are talking about Gator Tillman, he is gonna be fine fucking another woman.”
“And you are…perfectly fine with it?..” Anna questioned carefully.
“Yeah…yeah, I mean I’m the one who came up with it right?”
“It doesn’t make it right.” Anna replied and you glanced over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of Gator standing near the bar stand with his two friends.
“So you are telling me that your wife, that little princess gave you the right — fuck didn’t even gave you, he requested you to fuck someone else and you just turned down two hot chicks trying to flirt with you? Who the hell are you?” His friend Caleb talked as Gator was sipping his beer.
“I don’t know what’s going on okey? Like I’m fucking broken, like my dick — like it’s broken it’s not working on them-“
“You are so fucked, Gator.” Harry talked up.
“You gotta tell her man, if you have feelings?…” Caleb tried to figure out the situation.
“Feelings? What the fuck?-“
“You basically told us your dick won’t stand up unless it’s her, that’s not nothing, especially from you.” Caleb defended himself as he poked Gator’s chest.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe he did have feelings for you.
The fuck how did he have feelings for you?
It was not lust maybe, it was maybe more.
But you did not want him, you hated him, you made it clear every time.
What the fuck should he do now?
By the time the sun started setting down, all the guests were tipsy or fully drunk.
You and your friends were dancing around to the music coming from the speakers. You had a drink in your hands and your friends around you.
That’s when someone came up to you from behind, you didn’t think much of it as they grinned themselves against you and you just pulled them closer.
You turned around to look at them, oh he was handsome, but looked very different from Gator. He was blonde, blue eyes, even more ripped than Gator, the jaw line soft tho not like Gator’s. None of those molds on him like they were on Gator.
Why the hell were you comparing him to Gator? That made you angry and you just switched. You both smirked as you two kept dancing, locking eyes.
Soon you grabbed his arms ad guided him out of the crowd, pulling him into a secret place of the garden, where no one came around.
And you did fucking do the assignment.
But for sure it was not as pleasing with Gator…
When you two came back, you quickly left each other’s sides. Do not worry, you two did use protection.
You quickly found your friends and told them what happened, they were cheering for you but you could also feel the way they all shared a look. They didn’t know, they didn’t understand why you were doing that to yourself.
When the guests started to leave Gator finally walked up to you as you were standing beside a standing table.
“I have to give it to you…you throw pretty fun parties princess.”
This made you smile out of sudden.
“Well thank you.”
You two were just looking at each other for a few seconds, good silence in the air, before he inhaled loudly and exhaled, his smile dropped.
“Listen I…I didn’t complete the assignment, and I won’t do it.” You got confused, your smile turning into an unsure one.
“What? But…why?”
“I didn’t complete the assignment, because, I like you.”
“…You can’t.” Your smile totally faded.
“And yet, I am.” He was so sure of his feelings.
“No-I mean like, you have to complete the assignment. Because-“ your heart was shrinking, you didn’t know how to say it all of a sudden.
“Because why?” He just flew a cocky smile towards you.
“Because I did.”
And that sentence hurt Gator Tillman, the tuff man, more than any knife or gun shot he had to take, more than all the words and hits he had to take from his father.
Because this one ripped his heart out and run over it hundreds of times.
You did the fucking assignment, you were capable of it. And he was not.
Can you please do a gator fic where he's a prince and your a princess, forced to be in an arranged marriage. Then both our parents force us to try for children to carry on the royal name, and it turns from hate sex to the best sex ever 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
Princess Diaries
gator tillman x female reader
this request made me think of one of my movies, princess diaries so I kinda got the dynamic from its second movie and a little bit of story but slightly changed!
summary — being the princess of a country that had no male heir, the parliament and your father wanted you to marry a man, that was the only way you could get the position you worked for, and they are the one who choose them for you while forcing you to have a heir as soon as possible.
warnings — arranged marriage, alternative universe, mean gator and roy?, mean men fuck men and the patriarchy, enemies to fuckers, mentions of death and illness, begging, wedding, hurting each other, still cute, loathing, tension, mentions of child, no aftercare, p in v sex, fingering (to keep his cum in you), neck sucking, dirty talk, bad talk, pet names, hate hate hate, degradation, tell me if I missed something, english is not my first language, not proodread
author’s note — hey! sorry for the disappearing but I GOT A 93% ON MY EXAM im so happy i worked so hard — which was also the reason i disappeared, it was my foundation of economics one and ugh im so happy. I still need a week to fully come back due to our final tests and stuff but I have a Gator Tillman fanfic planned in my head for the summer for you all and I can’t wait to share it with you all ! Hope you like this, I had so much fun with this fic.
ask me anything & leave request (for future)
It doesn’t matter if you are pretty, smart and have ideas that could provide a better future for the citizens if you are a women in a country that goes by old royal agreements.
But your mother never had the chance to give birth a son after she passed away giving birth to your little sister, Olivia. Leaving your father and the country without a male heir to take over.
Of course you knew it was always stupid, you were the first born so if even your mother had a son after you, the throne should be yours.
You were educated, knew all the political structures, and was excellent in History. You knew all the men who fucked up their power with their ego over the centuries and you also learned through it all how a ruler should never put themselves first before their people.
But the parliament never agreed with a queen, and one day your father called you in his office, the king, telling you he found the solution for this problem.
Gator Tillman, the son of Roy Tillman had a, how do I say?…reputation, just like his father. His father whose queens disappeared like Henry the VIII. wives. Among with his oldest son, the heir, Gator’s mother. No one knew what happened to these women’s but every single person knew one thing, they never wanted to be apart of that family, even if they were royal and ruled the country, the country next to yours.
You heard it all, you knew exactly who Gator Tillman or Prince Gator was. He was arrogant, messy, definitely a one-night stand but in secret cause I am the future king one, his personality washed his looks away in your eyes.
No, you never met him, so like who are you to judge? But the internet had it all, and the walls of the castles are full of secrets, with maids who always gather some extra gossip when they go out shopping for the royals.
So you heard it all, and that family was danger, no one wanted to give their daughter to them, not knowing if they would disappear sooner or later without a trace by them.
But your father had no choice, he had to find someone quickly for you, you had a month and you were picky, a man hater dare I say, you lobed your freedom and hated the patriarchy. Hated that the parliament thought you needed a man before stepping on the throne.
You were perfectly capable of ruling this small country on your own, and you are just 20 years old, you had plenty of time finding someone who you would have a heir with. It’s not the middle ages, you won’t die in your 40’s.
It’s not like you never had a boyfriend, of course in secret. You were definitely not a virgin, even had situationship, but marrying someone now? That was not on your bingo card. You just wanted to serve the people of your country and make them have the best you can afford.
Your father on the other hand has made a decision, he was sick, he didn’t have much time left, but no one knew yet. He needed to have you accepted by the meeting and needed to do that before he was put to bed.
And then there was Roy Tillman, who was always trying to climb an invisible ladder, trying to have more and more power to his name and to the Tillman name. But his son was a disappointment, he was loose, and Roy had to fix it somehow, and he thought that mixing in fixing his son and gaining more power, was the greatest idea of the century.
So as soon as he heard that your hand was up for auction, he knew it was gonna be his families.
He made his guards go and threaten every other possible royals or lords to not even think about you, of course it was in the violent way that made all of them actually stay far away from you and that throne.
The parliament of your country got the letter from King Roy and they were thrilled, it was a strong governing country that was taking over a lot of territories. They were successful, but evil, but did the parliament care about you? No, absolutely not. They were all men and all they care about is power, and Roy, he promised a good amount of that with money.
When they went to tell the King he first refused but as he started coughing mid arguing he realized, there was no other option, and he had a change of heart and mind, you are gonna get married to fucking Gator Tillman, the future King.
“You called me, what’s going on?” You asked as you entered your father’s office, the guard closing the door behind you.
“My daughter, I found the solution for our problem, I found a husband for you.” Your father did not turn to look at you, as he was looking out the window, looking at the far streets with citizens walking around.
“But that is not a solution, I shouldn’t have to give away my whole self to a man when I can perfectly take your place without a husband! Why do women have to marry while men can rule without marriage? It is the twenty first century uh god-“ you snapped instantly walking further to your father.
“I don’t make the rules! You have to do this or I will have to give your sister to someone so she can rule instead of you.” He finally looked at you, turning his whole body in your direction.
“Olivia? She’s only 16, you cannot do that to her!”
“Good, we are on the same page then, you are the only option.” He said looking back to the window.
You couldn’t say anything, you were frozen, in time, in space. It was not fair…
“But why?… why can’t you just rule for another year? I swear if you give me time I will figure it all out but one month is not enough for me to find love, and I want love, my heart craves it, and I don’t wanna be sad while I’m in love.” You tried turning your voice to more of a gentle tone.
Your father just sighed as he walked to his desk without glancing at you.
“This is not the way I wanted you to find out. I’m sick darling. And I do not have much time left, no it can’t be cured and we have no other choice. I need you to take my place but the parliament only let’s you have it with a ring on your finger.” He sat down in his chair as he looked in your eyes.
His words shattered you, you have already lost your mother, you couldn’t lose the only parent left in your life, your sister, she couldn’t lose her dad. Your vision went blurry as tears formed in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you finally managed to pull a muscle to blink.
“W-what?…Why didn’t you tell me? If I knew-“
“But you didn’t. I just need you now to obey.”
“Just give me time, I will find someone, I will now please- I-I’m not gonna let you down.” You said walking over to him, kneeling in front of him while tears rolled down your cheeks as he put your hands in his.
“You can’t they already gave you to someone, I’m sorry…there were no other options.” He said with tears in his eyes.
“Who is it?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you leaned forward asking the big question.
He just looked at you for a few seconds before that name left his lips.
That name that no one wanted to have any connection with. Gator Tillman. He was gonna be your husband.
Your whole face froze, you felt his hands grabbing yours, your knees burning the floor.
“What?” Is all you were able to say.
Your father stayed silent as you pulled your hands away from his grip. You stood up slowly.
“No, no, no, no ,no! I won’t marry that man!” You started walking around the room trying to calm yourself down.
“Darling I know but we have no choice! One of our insiders heard that Roy had threatened every other potential applicant and he won’t stop until you are married to his son!”
“I don’t care! Then stop it, do something but please don’t let me marry someone who doesn’t even know what love is!” You were begging, again on your knees.
“I’m sorry, there is not other option, I’m so sorry, but the parliament only accept you on the throne with there rules.”
You just stayed silent, your forehead resting on his knees, tears leaving your eyes.
“The wedding is in two days, I’m sorry, I wish we had other choices. I will announce my illness and end of reign today. I hope one day you will forgive me.” Your father said as you looked up at him at the end of his sentence.
You didn’t say back anything, you just stood up and rushed out of his office, slamming the door behind you.
It was either you, your sister, or the end of your country. You were furious, the afternoon your father had the announcement you did not appear by his side, little you knew, your future husband was already there in that crowd, with his father, watching as their plane came to reality. More his father’s plan.
Cause how did Gator react when he heard the news? Oh he was angry.
He heard about you too, don’t worry. He heard about how educated you were, how your political view was, how you never officially announced anyone into the royal family, but there were people who knew it all. He knew exactly what kind of people you dated and be knew exactly your hook ups or your situationships. He knew how you hated that you needed to marry for throne, he knew how much you loved your sister and your country, he knew you loved helping orphans and how much you adored children, he knew how sarcastic and annoying you can be, how you had a filthy mouth, but a beautiful one for sure, with those pretty eyes and face and body and hair and—
No you were a bitch, he knew how you talked down on him, and he did not like that. And he knew he had to marry you, that was the only way he could please his father, the only way his father might be finally proud of him, it was the only way. So even though he hated you, he hated the idea of it, his freedom gone now, he hated to do it.
While he was listening to your father announcing his illness and how you are gonna take over his place with a husband, who will be shown to the public tomorrow on your breakfast engagement party, he just couldn’t stop looking for you with his eyes, he wanted to see your annoyed face, he hoped you would make a scene and lose your power, but you were not even there.
You were having a childish tea party with your friend group of six.
“I cannot believe that I have to marry that boring, childish, mean man! Ugh! Be his wife for a lifetime?” You said, falling back on your chair.
“Can’t you just divorce him after like a year or something?” One of your friend Peach suggested. Of course you thought about it but it was impossible, you would never be seen as a good Queen ever again.
“That’s not how it works.”
“At least he is handsome.” Anna replied.
“Anna stop!” Ivy hit her arm. “Au!”
“That’s not the point! And it doesn’t matter if he is a son of a bitch! And just like to fuck around-“ you snapped as you reached for your tea — filled secretly with alcohol like all your friends.
“Darling, it’s not like you can do anything about it sadly, just accept it, make the best out of it-“ you friend Ruth tried to take the positive side of it, if there was even one but your other friend Dakota just cut her.
“Fuck no! Make him suffer for cutting off every single other prince, marry him, don’t give him any of it, no sex, make him suffer and sleep as far away as possible from him.”
“He is not the one who threatened others, it was his father, the king, whatever…” your life started to go down in front of you, being apart of that family, the thought made you want to kill yourself before they have to chance to kill you.
Your phones started buzzing as your friends picked it up while you were just stuffing some dessert in your mouth. They all gasped, or had their mouth opened, left some cursing word or had their hand over their mouth. Different reaction to the same news.
The announcement, the engagement brunch the following day, and pictured of the Tillman royal family standing in a prioritized space with their son Gator in the middle next to his father. It was clear, he was the one.
“I’m sorry but he is hot-“ Peach stated as they all agreed now. Gosh nobody could understand so you just rolled your eyes and stuffed another cookie in your mouth.
The engagement party the following day made you have lack of sleep, but you were woken up early, your maid telling you that you will meet Gator and his father before the party, so you two can walk out to the public together.
So you had not other choice then to dress up, do your makeup, and go out there.
Before you entered the hall where you two would first meet, your father stood there with your sister on the end of the long hallway.
“Just be the sweetest, show them your politeness, your charm darling, remember we need this.” Your father told as your sister just looked at you to assure you it’s all gonna be alright.
So you put a smile on your face and nodded, showing them you are ready.
Your father walked first, behind him you, and your sister behind you, not to mention your father’s right hand and your two maids making sure you are prepared.
When you first saw Roy you felt the knot on your stomach tighten, and as you walked further and Roy’s smiling face moved, you saw Gator.
His hair was gelled back, he had dressed for once nicely, he had his hands in front of him connected as he was looking all over you. You stopped in front of him along with your father and sister.
“It is a pleasure to finally meet your highness!” You father said as he shook hands with Roy.
“It’s our pleasure, beautiful palace by the way, with two beautiful princesses.” He said looking over you and your sister.
“They are my daughter’s,” He said your name pointing at you. “And her sister Olivia, the younger princess.” He pointed at her as you both did a curtsy for them.
“This is my son Gator, the future king of my country!” He put his hand on Gator’s shoulders. It was not your turn.
You knew you had to go in front of him and curtsy, have a chat with him, charm him. But God you hated him. All the sweetness was gone and pure hatred came in you.
“Prince Gator…” You said stepping forward.
A little smile appeared on his face, but it was cut not long after as he felt pain in his foot.
After holding his hand, I mean giving your hand to his so he could politely put a kiss on it, as he was leaning down to kiss it you suddenly stepped on his foot in full anger. He crunched down at the sudden pain.
You just turned around and stormed off.
Soon you were still dragged out of the palace to the party, after some introduction where neither of you or Gator said a word as you two were standing next to each other, you left to talk with your friends.
“You did what?!” Your friend Anna asked as she was walking behind you.”
“He checked me out, like fully and had that cocky smile on his face I just couldn’t stop myself!” You said still walking ahead.
“Wait what was his reaction?” Peach questioned.
“Better question what was your father’s reaction?” Dakota continued.
“Or King Roy’s?” And of course Ruth joined.
“I wish I was there to witness this.” Ivy stated taking a sip of her drink.
“I don’t know I left and hadn’t spoken to any of them since, God I can’t believe I have to marry him tomorrow!”
“But you didn’t even gave him a chance..”Peach started, he was trying to help you but it just made you even more angry.
“I don’t have to! I know he is a bad person who could never love me and I could never love him!” You stopped in your steps and turned around to face them.
One of the guards suddenly came up to you as he told you that the members of the parliament and your father were waiting for you in the throne room.
You were confused but you excused yourself from your friends and followed the guards.
When you entered it you saw your father, Roy, and all the important members of the parliament. As you walked in Gator was also entering the room with the same puzzled look as you.
“Why did you want us here, father?” Gator asked stepping forward.
Roy looked furious, probably from your earlier action. This made you smile a little.
“We have some talk with the young couple here.” Roy said as he looked over at your father and the prime minister next to him. Your father just looked down, the minister noticing and stepping forward to talk.
“We came to the decision that you two will have to give us a heir as soon as possible after the marriage is tightened. And if you are not pregnant by the next 3 months we will have to discuss your position.” This made you lose your head.
“Excuse me! I am already being given away to an arrogant man who is by the way, from the Tillman bloodline, I have my wedding tomorrow and we are in the middle of this fuck ass engagement party when you are trying to tell me I have to get pregnant in the span of 3 months?!” You voice went more up and up.
“Language daughter!” Your father shouted back at you which made you step back one.
“As the Prime Minister I have to say, you two will have to make a child, every day, guards will be outside your room, making sure you two are doing the best you can do for the future of our country!” God you hated this man, before you could say anything, you stormed of the room, Gator following not long after you, both fucked uo by the news.
You were back at the party, you saw your friends sitting by one of the tables but you did not walk over to them. You were walking around the fountain, trying to calm down.
“How could they think I would want to even sleep with him! How could they think that I’m gonna get pregnant! We just met, we didn’t even have our wedding yet-“ You stopped in your trace and talking to yourself as you saw Gator standing next to the fountain.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“Listening to how much you don’t want to have sex with me.” He said his hands behind him.
“That’s-that’s not even my main concern!” You replied, your hands flying around.
“Are you sure?” He said walking up to you.
Your legs were suddenly not working, you couldn’t move.
“Don’t think I want anything from you, doll. I could be the King of my country without a wife like you but my father wants all of this for whatever reasons!” He raised his voice.
“Then stop it! You are the only one who can do that, I have no right in my own marriage or…body!”
“I’m not going against my father for you doll.”
This nickname made you even angrier. You could finally move so your turned around, taking a step further from him before turning back to him, hitting his shoulder with your fan.
Suddenly he grabbed your fan from your hands and hit you with your own fan. You gasped, how arrogant and mean!
“I loath you!” You said
“I loath you!” He repeated.
“I loathed you first!” Replied as he grabbed your cheeks and pulled your lips to his.
You were surprised, shocked at first, and didn’t pull away, only a few seconds later you did. Your hand flew to his cheeks and slapped him.
“How dare you?!”
“You will be my wife, if we like it or not.”
“I don’t care, I don’t wanna touch you ever.” You replied.
“How the hell we supposed to have kids then?”
“I don’t care, I don’t want to have anything to do with you, you are disgusting!” You shouted in his face, he didn’t move, he just took it all in.
“Whatever you say, such a bitch.” He said before walking off, how dare he.
The day has come for the wedding, nothing was chosen by you, not the table decoration, your bridesmaids dresses, your dress, your veil and neither your fiancé.
You hated it, so much, the thought. As your maid’s were making you ready for the big day you couldn’t stop starring at yourself in the mirror. They even put you in a sexy but still gorgeous and royal underwear for the night, the confirmation action with your husband, ugh.
And suddenly you found yourself in front of the big door, the door that’s gonna changer your life forever.
As it opened and music started playing, all the guests stood up. All the guests like hundreds of them, and thousands were waiting outside the church to get a glimpse of you. You could only stare ahead, where you saw Gator standing there, looking at you, eyes absolutely glued on you.
You felt your eyes start to form some tears as you whispered to your father beside you.
“I-I can’t do this, please…” you were begging, but quietly. He did not reply he just started guiding you towards the door, as he slowly walked you down the aisle.
There were cameras, as it was a royal wedding, so you tried to suck in all the tears, not showing it to the media. As your father left your side, you walked up the altar. And faced him.
He had his hair gelled back, with two front piece out, it did suit him well. He had the traditional suit on.
You zoomed out as the priest — who knew you since your were little — gave you away to a man who could probably never treat you right.
You couldn’t listen to all his saying until you heard the question.
“Will you Prince Gator of *** accept” the priest said your name and title with your dearly loved country “as your wife?”
“I do.” Gator replied looking back now in your eyes.
The priest said your title and name “Will you accept Prince Gator Tillman as your husband?”
You stayed silent for a second but quickly picked up the courage. “I do.”
“By the authority vested in me by God, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest stepped back by one, as Gator leaned in, his hands grabbing your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss.
It was angry, but so fucking hungry. Like all the hate suddenly became lust by the priests words.
The party went down, faster then you wanted it to, cause you know what was coming and you didn’t have any chance to stop it.
Making the marriage official.
You two were sent to your new, shared room. Guards were standing outside waiting for a noise as a confirmation that they can share to the parliament that was waiting at the other side of the palace for it.
As soon as the doors shut you threw your tiara on the bed.
“You are sleeping on the floor. Here.” You said as you grabbed the pillow and thew it directly at him, he caught it.
“Hell no, what about the confirmation?” He asked.
“You really- you really thought I would do that? No thanks, I don’t even care if they are listening, I would never sleep with you.” You stepped forward to him. He dropped the pillow that was thrown at him on the bed.
“Not like I want to have sex with you, you are such a bitch, someone could have really fucked that attitude out of you.” He stated stepping one step forward.
“Yeah sure, you are the one talking! Not like you slept with half of the women population your age in your country and left as soon as you cum.” You stepped one step forward.
“I also heard stories about you, also how dirty you like it. That little princess, such a sweetheart right? Who likes to be degraded in bed.” He stepped forward as you two were now only a few inches away.
You gasped, your palms again meeting with his face. The force of it made his head turn to the side but as soon as he tilted his back to you, his palms were on your cheeks. But not the same way.
He was suddenly sucking on your lips. Not gentleness, he was kissing you hard. And you couldn’t help it but kiss him back, your hands flying to his neck and hair. He suddenly bit down your lip as a moan left your mouth from the little pain.
He pulled away a little and pushed you to the wall. He watched you as you were trying to catch your breath, he walked up to you.
“I hate you.” You said.
“Yeah I know.” And before he could say anything further, you grabbed his neck and pulled him to your lips again.
His tongue found you very fast, sometimes sucking on your mouth. He left your lips and started going down your neck.
You were whimpering around him, you could feel your pussy getting wet, fuck you hated him.
“You hate me so much, your whole body is in heat doll.” He murmured against your neck as he sucked on that spot that made you moan and grip his gelled hair, ripping it out from the product.
“Shut up.” You managed to say before you showed him backwards and you saw a smirk growing on his lips as well as his bulge growing.
You followed after him kissing him once again with passion but before it could go deeper he turned you around and started undoing your dress, while his lips were back on your neck from behind.
You grabbed the table next to you for some support as your head tilted back.
None of you were gonna get on your knees for each other, you both just wanted to prove your hatred to each other by fucking rough.
When he finally got your dress’s ties down he showed the wedding dress off and he spines you so you were looking at him again.
“Fuck.” He said as his eyes were glued on your breasts.
“Gator.” You spoke.
“Yes?” He replied still looking at your tits but not touching.
“Let’s do that fucking confirmation, now, as soon as possible.” You stated, trying to sound like your pussy was not aching from the pain, the pain of wanting to feel him.
“Finally you have a good idea.” And he was on your breasts, his hands going to your back to unclip them and throw them away far from you.
As soon as he found your nipples he sucked on them, his hands flying to squeeze your ass as your were holding onto him, moaning his name.
“Fuck moan my name again, I hate how much it turns me on.” He said against your sucked nipples so you moaned it again and again and again.
It made him suck them harder then just lick them teasing then suck then lick.
You had enough and grabbed his face and pulled him up to you.
“Clothes off, now.”
“Fuck, you love bossing around don’t you princess?” He said as he was showing off his clothes.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? That’s what you are princess.” All his clothes down you didn’t even check him out you just showed him to the bed, pushed him down on it and climbed over him.
“Fuck you.” You said.
“Yeah you are about to, you don’t hate it that much right?” He questioned as he saw that you had removed all your remaining clothes your dripping cunt exposed.
“I hate it enough to do it.” And he suddenly grabbed your hips and changed your position. He was now on top as he span you around so you were on all four for him.
“Yeah, me too.” He didn’t warn you or anything, and he didn’t need any preparation as you were so wet for him that it was dripping down your thighs. He just entered you, made you arch you back more, showing off your ass to him. Both of your groaned at the feeling.
“Fuck you are so tight, best pussy already ever.” He stated as he grabbed your hips and started thrusting in you, not gentle, hard, full of hatred and you hated how much your body sucked him more and more.
One of his hands flew to your head and showed it down into the pillow. You tilted your had so you were facing side, to be able to breath as his hand stayed in your hair, it made you arch for him even more, him getting into a deeper part of your pussy.
You were moaning and whimpering around every time he went in and out, hitting your g spot.
“Yeah you like it don’t you? Being all fucked out by someone you hate but your body is fucking sucking me in, such a slut of a princess.” His words made your walls arch around him, trying to make him sucked in you.
“Fuck you like it don’t you? A royal highness being fucked out while calling her a slut. So perfect…”
“Gator-Gosh, don’t fucking stop!” You managed to say against the pillow, your saliva dripping out your mouth.
“I will fuck that attitude out of you, princess.” He started going harder, skin slapping skin louder, his cock stating to pulse and twitch around you even more.
“Fuck you feel so good, too good!” He said as his eyes shut.
He was thrusting now faster too. He felt you being close and his hand that was resting on your hip flew to you as he started abusing it making you scream and cum from it. His other hand still pushing you down into the pillow.
Your pussy sucking it all in and you screaming his name took him over to and he came in you but fid not stop his movements. You could feel his cum in your pussy and your orgasm even went bigger as he was moaning in you.
You did not want to admit but you never came this hard in your life, and Gator? This was the best fucking sex he ever fucking had.
When you both rode out your orgasms fully and he softened inside you he pulled out and flipped you over.
You whimpered at the sudden emptiness but also felt his cum starting to leak out of your cunt.
However it did not have much time, as you felt his two fingers in your hole, stuffing all his cum in you.
“Gotta make sure you take it all, princess.”
“I told you to not call me that.”
“Oh yeah sorry, gotta make sure you take it all, slut.”
On this word he felt your wall arching around his fingers and he giggled.
“I hate you.” You said once again.
“Sure.”
“This will never happen again, hopefully you got me pregnant and our duty will be done.”
“Why do you act like it was not the best sex you ever had?”
“Cause you are someone who would never treat me right. You are just a bad person and I-I don’t want this, I hate you.” You stated.
“You will want it, don’t worry princess, you will want me.”
“Why? Do you want me?”
“You have to figure that out yourself.”
And suddenly his fingers left your cunt and he stood up as he walked towards the bathroom door, still fully naked.
i was thinking about a joe x reader fic, while joe is on tour reader sometimes helps him out with his outfits. And one time before he got on stage she gave him a cowboy hat and whispered to his ear “save a horse ride a cowboy” and that got him so flustered, he couldn’t quite focus on the show. After the show ended, he took a uber with reader to the hotel, and they do it🫠 and because she teased him before the show he teases her 10 times more
"Save a ride, cowboy"
⋆⭒˚.⋆ Joe Keery x reader ⋆⭒˚.⋆
english is not my language please be kind and sorry if i wrote wrong :) requests are open if you want!
Summary: You whisper something to Joe right before he goes on stage, leaving him flustered and painfully hard.
The backstage hallway thrummed with controlled chaos. Roadies hurried past with cables and water bottles, the low rumble of thirty thousand fans vibrating through the concrete floor like a second heartbeat. Inside Joe’s private dressing room, the noise faded to a distant roar. It was just the two of you.
You stood close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body, fingers slowly adjusting the collar of his half-unbuttoned black shirt. The fabric clung to his toned chest, sleeves rolled up to expose those strong forearms you loved feeling wrapped around you. His jeans were sinfully tight, boots polished, and his hair was perfectly messy.
“You look insane tonight,” you murmured, letting your hands drift lower. “Like every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had decided to walk around in real life.”
Joe’s hands settled on your hips, thumbs stroking gentle circles that quickly turned possessive. He pulled you flush against him, forehead resting against yours, eyes half-lidded and already darkening.
“Yeah?” His voice was low, intimate, just for you. “You’ve been staring at me like you want to ruin me before I even step foot on that stage.”
A playful smile curved your lips, you reached behind him for the cream-colored cowboy hat you’d stashed earlier and placed it on his head with deliberate care, tilting it low over one eye. The effect was devastating, rockstar edge mixed with filthy cowboy charm. Your thighs clenched involuntarily.
You rose onto your toes, lips brushing the shell of his ear. Your breath was hot and slow as you whispered the words you’d been dying to say all evening: “Save a horse… ride a cowboy.”
Joe’s reaction was immediate and visceral, his grip on your hips tightened hard enough to bruise. A full-body shiver ripped through him, and you felt his cock twitch sharply against your thigh. For a long second he just breathed against your neck, fighting for control.
“Fuck, baby…” he rasped, voice already wrecked and rough. “You really just said that? Two minutes before I have to go sing in front of thirty thousand people?”
He pulled back just enough to look at you. His pupils were blown wide, jaw clenched tight. The tension between you crackled.
“You’re evil,” he groaned, but his eyes were full of heat and love. “I love you so goddamn much… and right now I want to bend you over that couch and fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”
You flicked the brim of the hat with a wicked grin. The stage manager banged on the door. “One minute, Joe!”
Joe adjusted himself in his jeans with a pained hiss, then cupped your face with both hands. He kissed you deep, slow, and filthy, tongue sliding against yours like a vow. When he pulled away, his voice was dark with promise. “You’re mine tonight. Every inch of you and I’m going to tease you until you’re shaking and begging.”
He walked out onto the stage slightly stiff, the cowboy hat low on his head, cheeks flushed.
From the wings, you watched him perform with a satisfied smirk and soaked panties.
Joe was magnetic as always, voice rich and powerful, body moving with that effortless swagger, but the distraction was obvious and delicious. His fingers kept brushing the brim of the hat. His eyes searched for you between songs more than usual. During a slow, sensual ballad, he stumbled over a line, biting his lip hard as your whisper clearly replayed in his head. The crowd went feral at the rare, flushed, sexy slip in his performance.
You knew exactly what he was thinking about. He nearly groaned into the mic, the image of you sinking down onto him, clenching tight, eyes locked on his, made his jeans feel torturously tight. He covered the mistake with a cocky hip roll that sent the arena screaming, but inside he was burning.
By the end of the encore he was sweaty, wired, and aching. The second he ran off stage he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers tightly, and pulled you toward the exit.
“I love you,” he said roughly, voice hoarse from singing. “And you’re going to regret that whisper… in the best possible way.”
The Uber ride back to the hotel was exquisite, agonizing foreplay. Tinted windows, city lights streaking past. Joe sat close, one arm draped lovingly around your shoulders while his other hand disappeared under your skirt. Two thick fingers buried themselves deep inside your soaked pussy, curling slowly against your g-spot as his thumb teased your swollen clit with feather-light strokes.
“Already dripping down my hand,” he murmured hotly against your ear. “You liked watching me struggle out there, didn’t you? Knowing I was rock hard thinking about you riding me the whole show.”
You whimpered, hips rolling desperately, every time your walls started fluttering and your breathing turned ragged, he slowed to a complete stop or pulled his fingers out, kissing your temple with soft affection.
“Not yet, my love. You don’t get to come until you’ve earned it on top of me.”
He kept you teetering on the edge the entire ride, whispering filthy promises and sweet “I love you’s” until you were shaking and nearly in tears by the time the car pulled up to the hotel.
The second the suite door locked, the tension exploded. Joe shoved you up against it with a low growl, kissing you like a man starved, deep, messy, desperate, and overflowing with love. His tongue tangled with yours as his hands roamed everywhere, squeezing your ass, sliding up your waist, cupping your breasts through your top. You could feel how hard he was, his cock straining against his jeans and pressing into your stomach.
“Been thinking about this since you whispered in my ear,” he breathed against your mouth. “Could barely focus on the songs. All I could picture was you on top of me later… but first, I need to taste you.”
He dropped to his knees right there in the entryway, eyes dark and hungry as he looked up at you from under the brim of the cowboy hat. Without wasting another second, he yanked your skirt up roughly and hooked your ruined panties to the side. The cool air hit your soaked pussy for only a second before his mouth was on you.
Joe groaned loudly the moment his tongue dragged through your folds, savoring your taste like he’d been dying for it all night “Fuck, baby… you’re dripping,” he moaned against your pussy, the vibration making your legs tremble. “All this for me?”
He didn’t tease at first, he devoured. His tongue licked broad, hungry stripes from your entrance up to your swollen clit, then sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth with filthy, wet sounds. Two thick fingers pushed inside you instantly, curling perfectly against your g-spot while he ate you like a man possessed.
You cried out, one hand flying to his hat, the other gripping his hair as your hips bucked against his face. Joe hummed in approval, doubling down, he fucked you with his fingers faster, sucking your clit harder, occasionally pulling back just to drag his tongue slowly through your folds and whisper praise against your slick skin.
“So sweet… so fucking wet for me,” he murmured, voice husky. “I love you like this, falling apart on my tongue. My perfect girl.”
He added a third finger, stretching you open while his mouth focused entirely on your clit, flicking, sucking, circling relentlessly. Your thighs started shaking. The pressure built fast and brutal.
“Joe… oh my god…”
“Come for me, baby,” he growled, refusing to slow down. “Let me taste it.”
You shattered hard, crying out his name as your orgasm crashed through you. Your thighs clamped tight around his head, but Joe didn’t stop, instead he kept licking and fingering you through every wave, drawing it out until you were whimpering and oversensitive.
But he still wasn’t done, he pulled his fingers out only to replace them with his tongue, fucking it deep inside you while his thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit. The cowboy hat was still on his head, slightly crooked now as he buried his face deeper between your thighs.
“You’re gonna give me another one,” he said, voice muffled and dripping with lust. “I want you soaked and shaking before I let you ride me.”
He sucked your clit back into his mouth and hummed, the vibrations sending sparks up your spine. His strong hands gripped your ass, holding you firmly against his face as he worked you relentlessly. You were so sensitive from the first orgasm that the second built even faster. Your moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure.
“Joe…fuck… it’s too much”
“You can take it, love,” he praised between licks, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Look at me while you come again.”
The eye contact destroyed you, you came even harder the second time, legs nearly giving out as pleasure ripped through your body. Joe groaned loudly, licking up every drop like he couldn’t get enough.
Only when you were trembling and gasping did he finally pull back. His lips and chin were shiny with your arousal. He looked up at you with pure lust and adoration, the cowboy hat still perched on his head, and licked his lips slowly.
“Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured, voice rough. He stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then scooped you into his arms, carrying you straight to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed. Still wearing the cowboy hat, he leaned back against the headboard and pulled you on top of him.
“Now, baby,” he said, voice dark and loving, eyes burning into yours. “Ride your cowboy.”
You straddled his hips, heart hammering, your hands trembled slightly with need as you wrapped your fingers around his thick, hard cock. He was heavy and throbbing, the tip already slick with precum. Joe hissed through his teeth when you stroked him slowly, teasingly “Don’t tease me too much,” he warned, but his smirk said he loved it. “I’ve been hard since you whispered in my ear.”
You positioned yourself over him and slowly sank down, the stretch was delicious, inch by inch, you took him until your ass met his thighs and he was buried completely inside you. A broken moan left both of you at the same time.
“Fuck…” Joe groaned, head tilting back, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “You feel so good. So fucking tight and wet around me.”
You stayed still for a few seconds, just feeling him pulse inside you, letting yourself adjust. Then you began to move.
At first, you rolled your hips in slow, deep circles, grinding down so his cock rubbed perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you. Joe’s hands slid up your thighs, gripping your hips tightly, but he let you stay in control.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
Your eyes locked, the intensity made your stomach flip, you braced your hands on his chest and started riding him properly, lifting up until only the tip remained inside, then sliding back down slowly, savoring every thick inch.
Joe’s jaw clenched, the cowboy hat casting a shadow over his eyes. “That’s it, baby… just like that. Ride me nice and deep.”
You gradually picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock with wet, filthy sounds filling the room. Your breasts bounced with every movement. Joe’s hands roamed, squeezing your ass, sliding up to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples until you whimpered.
“God, you’re so beautiful on top of me,” he breathed, voice rough with lust and affection. “My perfect girl. I’ve been thinking about this the entire show.”
You leaned forward, changing the angle, and rode him harder. The new position made him hit even deeper, Joe groaned loudly, one hand moving between your bodies to rub tight circles on your swollen clit.
“Joe…” you moaned, thighs starting to burn.
He kept the pressure steady on your clit, eyes never leaving your face. “Don’t stop, baby. Keep riding me, i want to feel you come all over my cock.”
The teasing began, every time you got close, every time your moans got higher and your walls started fluttering around him, Joe would grip your hips hard and hold you still, buried deep inside you but not letting you move.
“Not yet,” he murmured with a wicked smile, even as sweat beaded on his forehead. “You made me mess up lyrics tonight. Now you’re gonna suffer so pretty for me.”
You whined, trying to roll your hips, but his grip was iron, he pulled you down for a deep, messy kiss, tongues sliding together while he stayed buried to the hilt, throbbing inside you.
When he finally let you move again, you rode him desperately, fast, hard bounces that made the headboard slam against the wall. Your moans mixed with his low groans, the cowboy hat had slipped back slightly, his hair messy and damp with sweat.
Joe sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around your back and pulling you chest to chest. The new position made everything more intimate. You kept riding him, grinding down deep while he kissed your neck, your collarbone, your lips.
“I love you,” he whispered hotly against your skin. “I love you so fucking much.”
He rubbed your clit faster, thrusting up to meet your bounces
“Come for me, baby,” he growled. “Let me feel you.”
You came hard, crying out his name as your walls clenched rhythmically around his cock, pleasure crashed through you in powerful waves. Joe groaned loudly, holding you tight as he followed right after, spilling deep inside you with long, hot pulses.
You kept rolling your hips slowly through both of your orgasms, milking every last drop, until you were both trembling and breathless.
After that you collapsed forward onto his chest, Joe wrapped his arms around you tightly, one hand gently stroking up and down your back. He was still inside you, softening slowly as you both caught your breath.
He tilted his head and kissed your forehead, then your temple, then your lips, soft, loving kisses that contrasted the raw intensity from minutes earlier.
“You okay, my love?” he whispered, voice hoarse and tender.
You nodded against his neck, boneless and glowing. “Perfect.”
Joe chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest, he finally reached up and took off the cowboy hat, tossing it onto the nightstand, his fingers threaded through your hair as he held you close.
“That whisper ruined me tonight… in the best way possible,” he murmured. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you riding me. And you did it so fucking well.”
You smiled sleepily, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “Worth the distraction on stage?”
“Every second.” He squeezed you tighter, legs tangling with yours. “I love you. Not just the crazy sex… I love coming back to this, you know, holding you, being with you.”
You both stayed like that for a long time, connected, sweaty, hearts slowing down together. Joe continued stroking your back in slow, soothing patterns, occasionally pressing soft kisses to wherever he could reach.
After a while, he gently pulled out of you and shifted you to lie beside him, he pulled the covers over both of you and tucked you against his chest, your head resting over his heart.
“Next show,” he said quietly, a smile in his voice, “I’m wearing the hat again. And maybe I’ll make you wear something for me during the encore… so the second I get off stage I can pull you somewhere private and feel you ride me all over again.”
You shivered happily and nuzzled closer “Promise?”
Joe tilted your chin up, eyes soft and full of warmth “Forever, baby.”
He kissed you slow and sweet, then held you tight as sleep started to pull you both under tangled together, completely satisfied, and deeply in love.
