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[foreid]

◜﹢﹒ ・ — ❝ 𝑼𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 ! ❞

⊹． summary: you were his weakness. any time you said his name or clung onto him, it tugged at his heart strings. with time, temptation only grew stronger.

what lies ahead: obsessed!namgyu x clueless!reader, mentions of drugs, death, blood, dry-humping, fingering, softdom!namgyu, little plot, fem!reader, pet names, teasing

wrds: 2.3k

a/n: hi guys! hehehe !!!! was i missed? i surely missed you all so much TvT i’m backkk! well not rlly but i am. this took me so long to get into but it’s finished :3 i love this man so much hes actually the love of my life. enjoy!! >_< — of course!! not proofread

you weren’t quite sure who to confide in. definitely not in a situation like this— thanos had basically forced you into his posse, something along the lines of:

“we will protect you, miss.”

only to earn a grimace from you.

he didn’t do much to protect you, nam-gyu seemed to appreciate your presence more than he did. actually seeing you as human.

when thanos’ death had been announced, you shuffled around the quarters looking for him. feeling puzzled and queasy.

finding nam-gyu sitting on thanos’ bed, back glued to the wall as if he’d been there all night. staring at that stupid cross necklace.

you crawled onto the mattress, deciding to keep a short distance as you sat.

“all of this is mine now.” he murmured, running his thumb against the textured patterns on the cross.

you squinted, almost confused but you chose not to question it. you expected a much more distraught reaction or at least any hint of discomfort on his face.

nothing. he seemed almost relieved?

since then, he’s been almost dependent on you. not like he means to, you were just the next best thing.

it seemed toxic. unhealthy, even.

the one person he was beckoned by all the time was gone and now another weight was forced onto you.

you didn’t mind it though— it was nice company.

thanos had told you that nam-gyu seemed sweet about you. not that you took it seriously though, that tweaker was always on something.

 ╴⊹ꮺ˚

you stumbled up to the giant gumball machine, twisting the notch, earning a blue ball.

whatever the hell that meant.

you stood alongside the other people who had reached the same fate as you.

and when it was nam-gyu’s turn, his fate was opposite from yours.

a red ball fell into his palm and he boasted his way towards the other team, but your eyes never left him.

you were alone. utterly alone. surrounded by people who had already formed their own niche’s. leaving you to be a sore thumb.

the game had been explained to you all and you were beyond panicked.

one thing you were absolutely terrible at was hiding. despite always being able to fit into small places, you could never really think quick enough under that kind of pressure.

and you hated being chased.

every one was put into what seemed like a lobby area, you watched as people scrambled to switch vests.

“aw c’mon, get that look off your face, smart girl.” the familiar, teasing voice slurred from beside you and you jerked up, managing to hear just him outside of all the commotion.

before you could turn, he sauntered to stand in front of you, meeting your eyes with a grin.

you pursed your lips and clutched the blue vest tight in your hands. trying not to look absolutely terrified.

nam-gyu already had his vest on, the ‘gift’ box placed on the floor beside him.

“i can’t do this. if someone doesn’t kill me, i’ll die from the fear.” you whined, it wasn’t really possible, you knew that. but it felt right to say. and he looked very entertained.

he hummed, staring down at you while sliding his infamous cross necklace from underneath his shirt.

“i know a thing that could help ease your nerves.”

“absolutely not.” you immediately retorted.

earning a chuckle from him as he shook his head, popping a small, blue flat into his mouth.

“relax. you’re my smart girl. you’ll be fine.” he laughed again, bringing a hand up to pat your head.

your eyes were big, full of fear but somehow, his words managed to leave some faith in you.

the relationship between the two of you wasn’t much to question. you spoke about life once you guys were out of the games.

how he would fix himself up if you asked.

“just hide. wait. we’ll win this shit and once we’re out, ‘m going to take you on such a nice date,” he hummed, his hand grabbed the back of your head, bringing it in so he could kiss your head.

it was out of character, surprising, and you knew it was those fucking drugs.

half of those conversations, he was under all the influence of them.

but this felt different.

he left you there for a second, as if he was thinking of saying something else, but then an announcement for the blue team to enter the arena was made.

you stepped back, looked up at him through your lashes eyes as huge as ever and lips formed permanently into a frown.

he cocked his head to the side, smiling down at you— in a way that you couldn’t tell was menacing or promising.

you hugged yourself as you followed behind the others, hearing a cheer come from him as you walked.

something along the lines of ‘just wait for me’ and your name.

 ╴⊹ꮺ˚

sweat was beading down your forehead, hair sticking to your face as you ran.

the adrenaline was the only thing keeping you alive.

you stopped when you heard feet shuffling around the corner, the first red vest you’d encounter.

somewhere along the way you managed to grab all three keys from the dead bodies along the arena, despite almost throwing up in your mouth each time.

your hands trembled against the wall, chest heaving and breath coming out in patterned gasps.

until, you heard a familiar voice bickering with what seemed to see somebody else. or maybe just himself.

you swallowed dryly, blinking away a few tears before peeking past the corner.

the sight blew the wind out of your lungs.

nam-gyu was straddling a corpse, the blade of his dagger stained with blood to the base.

your eyes widened and you felt even dizzier than before, backing up against the wall as you stared.

myung-gi noticed you first. letting the idiot on the ground know you were watching. or that you were there.

it was almost as myung-gi knew to leave the two of you alone. because when you tried looking past namg-gyu, he was already walking away. shaking his head.

nam-gyu peered up from the ground as if he’d just seen an angel, dropping the blade onto the ground and bolting to you. making an excited noise as he grinned.

you couldn’t help your reflexes, forcing you to shift back as if there was an escape behind you. but there wasn’t.

“oohh, my beautiful, smart, smart girl. i told you you’d be okay.” he cooed, cupping your face with his bloody hands. the evidence of his murders splattered all over him.

you whimpered from beneath him, trying to move away but something kept you anchored to the moment.

something about the way he was staring at you; as if you were his most prized possession, holding your head up lazily as if taking in every aspect of your face.

“i’ve been … so scared. waiting for you.” you submitted, putting your hands on his wrists while looking up at him.

it wasn’t half true. bolting around this hell hole was like running in circles, and nam-gyu was nowhere near the first thing on your mind.

but now that he was in front of you, you felt protected.

safe, even.

he pushed his bottom lip out, mocking the expression on your face but ultimately smiling once he began to speak up.

“aw. such a sweet girl.” he was mocking you, no doubt about it. but you couldn’t help feeling as though there was something sweet about it.

despite how you felt, the entire time, nam-gyu could just think about you.

how playing over-kill would leave you all with less people, meaning more money. just the perfect amount to end this all.

end this all and take you wherever the hell he wanted. do whatever he wants to you.

since you’ve gotten here, your relationship had been weird.

every lights out, he was there, holding you beneath thin covers to make sure you were safe.

just so he could enjoy the feeling of being that close to you.

his hands were cold, only warm aspects being the fresh blood that stained them.

but somehow, you didn’t seem as uncomfortable as you thought you would be. someone else's blood was smeared against your cheeks and all you could think about was how pretty he was.

nam-gyu moved one hand to grab at the nape of your neck, bringing your face ultimately closer.

you weren’t expecting a kiss.

which was exactly what he gave.

it was a sloppy but desperate one, as if he’d been waiting up until this moment.

it was good, so good. but for some reason, your mind kept darting back to the dead body just a few feet away.

at first, you wanted to pull away, wanted to tell him to stop. that this wasn’t the place.

but you were all kinds of dizzy and heat was pooling between your legs just from kissing him.

nam-gyu, on the other hand, was on a mission. he was kissing you with fervor, cold hands now sliding underneath your jacket before he slid it off of your body, along with the vest.

when left in just a shirt, slim fingers were grasping beneath the material, grabbing your hips while absolutely demolishing your mouth.

you’d never been kissed like this before. as if you were the most delicious thing on the planet.

your hands moved to grab fulls of his hair, owning a sweet whine from his lips.

“don’t worry, sweet thing. i’ll make sure our first time is special, not somewhere like this.” nam-gyu whispered to you, as if he could read your mind.

his knee parted your legs, holding his thigh between them. knee nestled against your core.

his voice was low and in you ear, subtle words of praise. expressing how bad he’s wanted to have you like this.

it’d always been long stares, not knowing what the other person wanted. or just exactly what the two of you were to one another in somewhere like this.

thanos seemed to be an obstacle. but now that he is gone, all of his attention was for you.

when his lips began to latch onto your neck, he was grabbing your hips, forcing you to rut your center against him.

the friction made your back arch, chest flush with his as he bit against your neck. simultaneously moving his hips at a swift pattern with you.

nam-gyu whined against your neck, fingers digging into your skin and he grinded against practically nothing.

but hearing your noises and feeling you up was enough to drive him crazy.

he wouldn’t consider himself a womanizer, but having you like this; his name rolling off your tongue, eyes shut in bliss, he had no other way to feel. other than pure lust, wanting to do nothing but disrespectful things to you.

one of his hands made their way past the waistband of your pants, sliding past your underwear.

you gasped when he began to slowly circle around your clit, the pad of his finger fidgeting with the bud.

a croaky moan left your mouth but you quickly cut it off, biting against his clothed shoulder to silence yourself.

nam-gyu turned his head to bite the shell of your ear, murmuring into it while a finger slowly stretched inside of you.

“there you go, sweet girl. such a slutty pussy. g’nna make it feel so good.”

his words rung against your skull like a bell, making any thoughts of reason melt into a puddle.

your eyes shut tight, grasping at his back as you moaned against the cotton.

spit formed around the cloth in your mouth as you moaned, hips consciously riding his palm.

he tutted, running his tongue along your ear, earning a squeal from you.

“relax, baby. someone might hear you.” nam-gyu whispered, not meeting you halfway, since he was also sliding another digit within you while speaking.

the stretch made your eyes grow wide, your body betraying you as you arched your back.

the feeling was poisonous; he was knuckles deep, pumping in and out of you as if he was on a mission.

the pad of his thumb was slowly teasing your clit, making your vision blur into patches.

“n— feels t— too good..!” you tried to whisper it, but it came out a bit too loud, practically echoing through the hallway.

nam-gyu let out a breathless laugh from beside you, never betraying the pattern of his rhythm.

the more you moaned against his shirt, the quicker he became; abusing your cunt.

his fingers scissored inside of you, eventually plunging into a sweet spot.

the arch of your back and the moan, muffled by clothing, told him all he needed to know.

he didn’t stop, working to your release.

the harder he became, the better it felt. he was working you expertly, allowing you to grind against his palm again.

your head was spinning, eyes rolling into your skull as the pleasure hit every spot of your body.

you grew hot, grabbing at his vest for stability as his fingers fucked you.

it felt as if sparks were bubbling all around your skin, your knees bucking and stomach turning.

the pool of arousal within you was bound to burst and you started to rut your hips quicker.

he didn’t take this with a grain of salt.

he started to annihilate your clit, pressing harder against it and rubbing it at a rougher amount.

it punched a moan right out from your throat, making your hips stutter as you felt your orgasm creep up.

when it came. it hit you hard.

you grabbed at whatever you could, squeezing his back and biting against his shoulder as you practically screamed.

“there you go, that’s my good girl. so good. so so good.” he hummed as his fingers slowed down, slowly slipping from inside.

you whined at the emptiness, knees giving up on you as you slipped.

he caught onto you though, holding onto you for dear life.

“i told you you’d be fine. my smart, smart girl.”

[foreid]

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[foreid]

◜﹢﹒ ・ — ❝ 𝑼𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 ! ❞

⊹． summary: you were his weakness. any time you said his name or clung onto him, it tugged at his heart strings. with time, temptation only grew stronger.

what lies ahead: obsessed!namgyu x clueless!reader, mentions of drugs, death, blood, dry-humping, fingering, softdom!namgyu, little plot, fem!reader, pet names, teasing

wrds: 2.3k

a/n: hi guys! hehehe !!!! was i missed? i surely missed you all so much TvT i’m backkk! well not rlly but i am. this took me so long to get into but it’s finished :3 i love this man so much hes actually the love of my life. enjoy!! >_< — of course!! not proofread

you weren’t quite sure who to confide in. definitely not in a situation like this— thanos had basically forced you into his posse, something along the lines of:

“we will protect you, miss.”

only to earn a grimace from you.

he didn’t do much to protect you, nam-gyu seemed to appreciate your presence more than he did. actually seeing you as human.

when thanos’ death had been announced, you shuffled around the quarters looking for him. feeling puzzled and queasy.

finding nam-gyu sitting on thanos’ bed, back glued to the wall as if he’d been there all night. staring at that stupid cross necklace.

you crawled onto the mattress, deciding to keep a short distance as you sat.

“all of this is mine now.” he murmured, running his thumb against the textured patterns on the cross.

you squinted, almost confused but you chose not to question it. you expected a much more distraught reaction or at least any hint of discomfort on his face.

nothing. he seemed almost relieved?

since then, he’s been almost dependent on you. not like he means to, you were just the next best thing.

it seemed toxic. unhealthy, even.

the one person he was beckoned by all the time was gone and now another weight was forced onto you.

you didn’t mind it though— it was nice company.

thanos had told you that nam-gyu seemed sweet about you. not that you took it seriously though, that tweaker was always on something.

 ╴⊹ꮺ˚

you stumbled up to the giant gumball machine, twisting the notch, earning a blue ball.

whatever the hell that meant.

you stood alongside the other people who had reached the same fate as you.

and when it was nam-gyu’s turn, his fate was opposite from yours.

a red ball fell into his palm and he boasted his way towards the other team, but your eyes never left him.

you were alone. utterly alone. surrounded by people who had already formed their own niche’s. leaving you to be a sore thumb.

the game had been explained to you all and you were beyond panicked.

one thing you were absolutely terrible at was hiding. despite always being able to fit into small places, you could never really think quick enough under that kind of pressure.

and you hated being chased.

every one was put into what seemed like a lobby area, you watched as people scrambled to switch vests.

“aw c’mon, get that look off your face, smart girl.” the familiar, teasing voice slurred from beside you and you jerked up, managing to hear just him outside of all the commotion.

before you could turn, he sauntered to stand in front of you, meeting your eyes with a grin.

you pursed your lips and clutched the blue vest tight in your hands. trying not to look absolutely terrified.

nam-gyu already had his vest on, the ‘gift’ box placed on the floor beside him.

“i can’t do this. if someone doesn’t kill me, i’ll die from the fear.” you whined, it wasn’t really possible, you knew that. but it felt right to say. and he looked very entertained.

he hummed, staring down at you while sliding his infamous cross necklace from underneath his shirt.

“i know a thing that could help ease your nerves.”

“absolutely not.” you immediately retorted.

earning a chuckle from him as he shook his head, popping a small, blue flat into his mouth.

“relax. you’re my smart girl. you’ll be fine.” he laughed again, bringing a hand up to pat your head.

your eyes were big, full of fear but somehow, his words managed to leave some faith in you.

the relationship between the two of you wasn’t much to question. you spoke about life once you guys were out of the games.

how he would fix himself up if you asked.

“just hide. wait. we’ll win this shit and once we’re out, ‘m going to take you on such a nice date,” he hummed, his hand grabbed the back of your head, bringing it in so he could kiss your head.

it was out of character, surprising, and you knew it was those fucking drugs.

half of those conversations, he was under all the influence of them.

but this felt different.

he left you there for a second, as if he was thinking of saying something else, but then an announcement for the blue team to enter the arena was made.

you stepped back, looked up at him through your lashes eyes as huge as ever and lips formed permanently into a frown.

he cocked his head to the side, smiling down at you— in a way that you couldn’t tell was menacing or promising.

you hugged yourself as you followed behind the others, hearing a cheer come from him as you walked.

something along the lines of ‘just wait for me’ and your name.

 ╴⊹ꮺ˚

sweat was beading down your forehead, hair sticking to your face as you ran.

the adrenaline was the only thing keeping you alive.

you stopped when you heard feet shuffling around the corner, the first red vest you’d encounter.

somewhere along the way you managed to grab all three keys from the dead bodies along the arena, despite almost throwing up in your mouth each time.

your hands trembled against the wall, chest heaving and breath coming out in patterned gasps.

until, you heard a familiar voice bickering with what seemed to see somebody else. or maybe just himself.

you swallowed dryly, blinking away a few tears before peeking past the corner.

the sight blew the wind out of your lungs.

nam-gyu was straddling a corpse, the blade of his dagger stained with blood to the base.

your eyes widened and you felt even dizzier than before, backing up against the wall as you stared.

myung-gi noticed you first. letting the idiot on the ground know you were watching. or that you were there.

it was almost as myung-gi knew to leave the two of you alone. because when you tried looking past namg-gyu, he was already walking away. shaking his head.

nam-gyu peered up from the ground as if he’d just seen an angel, dropping the blade onto the ground and bolting to you. making an excited noise as he grinned.

you couldn’t help your reflexes, forcing you to shift back as if there was an escape behind you. but there wasn’t.

“oohh, my beautiful, smart, smart girl. i told you you’d be okay.” he cooed, cupping your face with his bloody hands. the evidence of his murders splattered all over him.

you whimpered from beneath him, trying to move away but something kept you anchored to the moment.

something about the way he was staring at you; as if you were his most prized possession, holding your head up lazily as if taking in every aspect of your face.

“i’ve been … so scared. waiting for you.” you submitted, putting your hands on his wrists while looking up at him.

it wasn’t half true. bolting around this hell hole was like running in circles, and nam-gyu was nowhere near the first thing on your mind.

but now that he was in front of you, you felt protected.

safe, even.

he pushed his bottom lip out, mocking the expression on your face but ultimately smiling once he began to speak up.

“aw. such a sweet girl.” he was mocking you, no doubt about it. but you couldn’t help feeling as though there was something sweet about it.

despite how you felt, the entire time, nam-gyu could just think about you.

how playing over-kill would leave you all with less people, meaning more money. just the perfect amount to end this all.

end this all and take you wherever the hell he wanted. do whatever he wants to you.

since you’ve gotten here, your relationship had been weird.

every lights out, he was there, holding you beneath thin covers to make sure you were safe.

just so he could enjoy the feeling of being that close to you.

his hands were cold, only warm aspects being the fresh blood that stained them.

but somehow, you didn’t seem as uncomfortable as you thought you would be. someone else's blood was smeared against your cheeks and all you could think about was how pretty he was.

nam-gyu moved one hand to grab at the nape of your neck, bringing your face ultimately closer.

you weren’t expecting a kiss.

which was exactly what he gave.

it was a sloppy but desperate one, as if he’d been waiting up until this moment.

it was good, so good. but for some reason, your mind kept darting back to the dead body just a few feet away.

at first, you wanted to pull away, wanted to tell him to stop. that this wasn’t the place.

but you were all kinds of dizzy and heat was pooling between your legs just from kissing him.

nam-gyu, on the other hand, was on a mission. he was kissing you with fervor, cold hands now sliding underneath your jacket before he slid it off of your body, along with the vest.

when left in just a shirt, slim fingers were grasping beneath the material, grabbing your hips while absolutely demolishing your mouth.

you’d never been kissed like this before. as if you were the most delicious thing on the planet.

your hands moved to grab fulls of his hair, owning a sweet whine from his lips.

“don’t worry, sweet thing. i’ll make sure our first time is special, not somewhere like this.” nam-gyu whispered to you, as if he could read your mind.

his knee parted your legs, holding his thigh between them. knee nestled against your core.

his voice was low and in you ear, subtle words of praise. expressing how bad he’s wanted to have you like this.

it’d always been long stares, not knowing what the other person wanted. or just exactly what the two of you were to one another in somewhere like this.

thanos seemed to be an obstacle. but now that he is gone, all of his attention was for you.

when his lips began to latch onto your neck, he was grabbing your hips, forcing you to rut your center against him.

the friction made your back arch, chest flush with his as he bit against your neck. simultaneously moving his hips at a swift pattern with you.

nam-gyu whined against your neck, fingers digging into your skin and he grinded against practically nothing.

but hearing your noises and feeling you up was enough to drive him crazy.

he wouldn’t consider himself a womanizer, but having you like this; his name rolling off your tongue, eyes shut in bliss, he had no other way to feel. other than pure lust, wanting to do nothing but disrespectful things to you.

one of his hands made their way past the waistband of your pants, sliding past your underwear.

you gasped when he began to slowly circle around your clit, the pad of his finger fidgeting with the bud.

a croaky moan left your mouth but you quickly cut it off, biting against his clothed shoulder to silence yourself.

nam-gyu turned his head to bite the shell of your ear, murmuring into it while a finger slowly stretched inside of you.

“there you go, sweet girl. such a slutty pussy. g’nna make it feel so good.”

his words rung against your skull like a bell, making any thoughts of reason melt into a puddle.

your eyes shut tight, grasping at his back as you moaned against the cotton.

spit formed around the cloth in your mouth as you moaned, hips consciously riding his palm.

he tutted, running his tongue along your ear, earning a squeal from you.

“relax, baby. someone might hear you.” nam-gyu whispered, not meeting you halfway, since he was also sliding another digit within you while speaking.

the stretch made your eyes grow wide, your body betraying you as you arched your back.

the feeling was poisonous; he was knuckles deep, pumping in and out of you as if he was on a mission.

the pad of his thumb was slowly teasing your clit, making your vision blur into patches.

“n— feels t— too good..!” you tried to whisper it, but it came out a bit too loud, practically echoing through the hallway.

nam-gyu let out a breathless laugh from beside you, never betraying the pattern of his rhythm.

the more you moaned against his shirt, the quicker he became; abusing your cunt.

his fingers scissored inside of you, eventually plunging into a sweet spot.

the arch of your back and the moan, muffled by clothing, told him all he needed to know.

he didn’t stop, working to your release.

the harder he became, the better it felt. he was working you expertly, allowing you to grind against his palm again.

your head was spinning, eyes rolling into your skull as the pleasure hit every spot of your body.

you grew hot, grabbing at his vest for stability as his fingers fucked you.

it felt as if sparks were bubbling all around your skin, your knees bucking and stomach turning.

the pool of arousal within you was bound to burst and you started to rut your hips quicker.

he didn’t take this with a grain of salt.

he started to annihilate your clit, pressing harder against it and rubbing it at a rougher amount.

it punched a moan right out from your throat, making your hips stutter as you felt your orgasm creep up.

when it came. it hit you hard.

you grabbed at whatever you could, squeezing his back and biting against his shoulder as you practically screamed.

“there you go, that’s my good girl. so good. so so good.” he hummed as his fingers slowed down, slowly slipping from inside.

you whined at the emptiness, knees giving up on you as you slipped.

he caught onto you though, holding onto you for dear life.

“i told you you’d be fine. my smart, smart girl.”

[foreid]

i miss u guys… will be locking in on a new project this weekend so stay tuned.

[foreid]

the new theme is… something! (jk i love it give me your children! )

do you want me to die? (thank you i will be providing children soon)

[foreid]

ok new theme do we love it or hate it? …..

[foreid]

smoke and stack come into the shop looking for bo chow only to find y/n at front desk and bo chow discreetly under her hehe

anon i love the way u think! one eater chow blurb coming right up :3

your hair was a mess, curls sticking up through every end and frizz spiking through its texture.

lips parted letting strings of whines as your husband was kneeled down in front of you, tongue lapping slow stripes against your slit.

the day was slow, only usual customers coming in and barely even meeting you at the counter.

bo thought he could use it to his advantage, missing the taste of your every aspect against his lips.

forearms holding you up against the counter, legs trembling from behind it as you hid moans between your lips.

“b— bo… someone’s comin’.” you gasped out, nails digging into the edge of the counter as he started to suck against your clit, knees buckling beneath your dress the more he continued.

he was humming in content, devouring you with full lips, his entire upper body hid by the fullness of your skirt.

your hand quickly covered a moan trying to escape your mouth as two men stepped through the doors, the jingle of the bell alerting you back to reality.

they walked sternly towards the counter, they were broad and a lot taller than you, staring down at you as they stood a respectable distance from the counter.

you swallowed dryly, the extra bodies in the room seeming to not stop bo at all.

“h— good evenin’, how ca— can i help ya?” a chirpy yet cracked voice, as if a moan was threatening to escape past your words.

the twin wearing red sort of just stood there, staring around the market curiously.

the other man, wearing blue, stared for a moment before he opened his mouth to speak.

“we mean no harm, missus, jus’ lookin’ for bo chow.” he spoke to you and his voice was low, gruttal, but he looked like he meant business, intimidating you for just a moment.

“is he here?”

only for a moment did you almost forget about the sensation between your legs.

and just as you thought, bo was not about to let you go through this without a fight.

before you spoke up, you felt a digit teasing your entrance, and as you were opening your mouth to speak, he was shoving it inside of you. knuckles deep.

“he’s— oh!” you perked up, gasping and quickly slapping your hand against your mouth.

you stared up at the two men, eyes wide as if even you were shocked at the noise you just made.

they both just looked at you with an insane amount of concern in their eyes.

you held a finger up, signaling them to give you a second as you swallowed dryly. clearing your throat.

when you tried speaking up again, all you did was choke up. so you decided to just expect your fate.

shaking your head ‘no’, and they seemed to get the hint.

one of them slowly nodded, a cocked up brow as if he was trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

“well. in that case, tell ‘im smoke needs t’ talk to ‘im.” with one last nod, as if to say ‘thank you’, he and his twin walked out the clear doors.

when their figures discarded out the stores line of view, you slammed your forehead against the countertop, letting out all the choked moans you’ve been trying to hide.

your hands grabbed at whatever was near, lips parted as bo started to fuck you with his fingers, plunging an extra one inside.

his tongue didn’t stop, and your hips started to rut against his face, your clit bumping against his nose, adding onto the pleasure.

he somehow managed to fit two digits knuckles deep inside of you, curling them against the plush of your walls.

that was it. he hit a familiar spot and you came undone against his lips.

your moans were unhinged and loud, legs feeling weak and knees practically giving out.

bo let you ride out your orgasm against him, letting you come down from your star-seeing peak.

one last moan of his name and a string of curses, your upper body became slack against the counter.

he appeared in front of you at some point that you couldn’t recollect because of the state of euphoria the orgasm had you in.

you managed to pick yourself back up, eyes meeting with a very proud bo chow.

his lips were glistening, eyes low and full of nothing but lust.

the look of frustration on your face made him chuckle, his hand reaching to your lower back in order to hold you close.

“did s’good, darlin’. taste j’s as good.” he murmured against your mouth, pressing his lips with yours.

lewdly tasting yourself momentarily. you still had a brain of putty, melting into the kiss as easy as ever.

“‘m give it to ya s’good tonigh’. my pretty lil’ wife.” he hummed as he broke off the kiss, hands grabbing at your ass through the dress, somehow simultaneously pulling you closer.

his words and actions screwed a quiet giggle out of you, fingers curling around his suspenders.

“i’d like that. maybe.” you teased, staring at your fingers as they played with the suspenders then back up into his eyes.

his head tilted a bit, grinning against your mouth again. “yeah? tha’s what ya want, peach?” before you could even respond, he was kissing you again.

this time with more fever, a hand grabbing beneath your knee to hold your leg against his side while he devoured your lips.

this is exactly what life was about.

a sexy husband who loved everything about you,

and that's exactly who bo chow was.

[foreid]

ೀ ⦂ — ❝ 𝑺𝑶 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑲 ! ❞

᭢༘۠ summary: you had no intentions of staying in the delta for much longer than you needed, but something, someone held you back. the longer you stayed, the more involved you became.

what lies ahead: smut, age gap, poc!reader, pet names (sugar, peach, darling, baby), sorta slow burn, thigh riding, fem!reader x bo, dirty talk

wrds: 2.9k

a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb... but my writers block was cured half way through so! i grant you, 2000 words. i was tired of not seeing any more fics of this delicious man + i love age gaps so much and also.. no shade.. but a lot of the fics were not very inclusive in their writing so. hehe. - per usual, not proofread !

clarksdale wasn’t your ideal hometown, you knew when you had the chance to leave, you’d take it. but your father’s death gave you a sudden epiphany. before you knew it, you were on the closest train to mississippi from new york. 

things really hadn’t changed. you were only up in new york for a few years, enjoying the urban life of the city compared to the rural places you grew up in. and your accent suddenly drifted away over the years you were up north.

the heat, though. that you did not miss. not in the slightest.

your blouse was low-cut and your skirt high against your hips, only exposing a bit above your ankles. letting some sort of summer breeze hit the exposed skin.

at the train station, you were greeted by your ‘uncle’ smoke. the entire trip to clarksdale, he wouldn’t stop talking about how big you’d gotten. how excited everyone was to see you.

smoke and stack weren’t exactly your uncles, but they grew up living beside your father, and they claimed that even as a baby, you were always able to tell them apart. 

so clearly, they were family.

the delta heat was bothering you way too much, maybe it was the lack of nutrition in your system, but you felt like if you kept walking, you’d collapse in an instant.

after a sit-down with the woman your father was married to, you needed some sort of pickup. the entire time, all she did was undermine you and act as if she was more upset about his death than you were.

escaping out of that house was like a breath of fresh air. 

you recognized the majority of the layout, even a familiar “bo chow & co. delta” something else was beneath the bright letters, but they piqued no interest in you. 

as long as there was some food you could get into your system.

pushing the door open, your brows furrowing when you noticed that there was just a teen girl running the counter. whatever.

navigating yourself through the store, there was a small section, honed with ritz crackers and regular saltines.

you sighed in defeat and grabbed the box of ritz, tucking it beneath your arm.

when you stumbled up to the counter, the little girl was replaced by a man who looked to be about a few decades your senior.

for some reason, you were growing embarrassingly nervous.

he was undeniably handsome, a baby blue collared shirt sat on his chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and exposing the thick muscle that you could tell was built through years of work. the blue of his shirt was accompanied by a light lavender apron which covered his striped suspenders.

when you stepped closer to the counter, his attention was stripped from the notepad in his hand and straight to you. what was a stoic, brow-furrowed, concentrated expression, softened into something you could only explain as relaxed. you swore that he had cracked a smile, corner of his lip twitching.

“ain’t you the city mouse? y/d/n’s kid?” he asked as he started to calculate your crackers. the 

you had no idea who this man was, but clearly, he knew you, and it made your brow raise in enticement.

“yeah. do i know you?” it wasn’t said with the intention of being disrespectful, mainly curiosity. it earned a soft chuckle from the other man, shaking his head as he laughed, his smile bearing teeth. “nah. doubt it. yer daddy was a good man, though. helped me build this place up.” he southern drawl was thick and smooth, sensual in a way that you’d never heard before.

it made you swear hearts were forming and bulging out of your sockets.

all you could do was hum out in agreement, nodding in response. “yeah. i’m just in town for the funeral. not planning to stay here any longer than i need to.” you answered honestly, tapping a quiet rhythm against the material on the counter.

there was something past his eyes that you couldn’t wrap your finger around.

intrigue or irritation. 

it was almost impossible to get a read on him.

he laughed again at your words, leaning against the back counter with his arms crossed in front of him, staring at you with a cocked brow. “what? clarksdale ain’t up to yer city girl standards anymore?” it wasn’t said with judgement, more so as if he was interested in what you had to say. unlike any other man you’d ever met.

“guess not. i grew out of it.” simply just shrugging, giving him a quick look over from where you stood across the counter, noticing the wedding band along his left ring finger. “married? hm, so that little girl here earlier, your daughter, i presume.” you mused, hand instinctively moving to fidget with the silver necklace that sat just above your cleavage.

the man’s eyes were quick to glance, then back up to your eyes.

“married, one could say that, yeah.” he quickly dodged the topic, looking away then to you. “listen, ‘m sure y’r daddy wouldn’t have wanted you to leave so soon,” he paused like there was a preposition sitting against his tongue for you. “stay and work f’me for the summer. promise to make it worth your while.”

the promise was far from empty, and there was a sudden drop in his voice as he stood closer, resting his forearms against the counter.

if you had half a mind, you’d think he was flirting with you.

 ╴⊹ꮺ˚

the longer you stayed, the hotter you were. 

a realization struck you the same week, you had no clothes, causing you to take a trip to whatever boutique there was in town.

bo had given you a place to stay, in return which you take care of regular things in the store.

managing storage, holding great customer service, and cleaning up every now and then. he claimed you were the best employee he ever had, which you always brushed off because you were the only employee outside of his daughter, whom you had managed to break down and befriend. despite the age gap between the two of you.

in your time working for him, you realized you never saw grace much because she owned the same association but for whites.

one quiet night, you stood behind the register, bent over with your forearms holding you up. you messed with the kinky curl of your hair in front of your face, bored out of your mind as the sun went down. 

you watched as the grandfather clock face told you the time was a little past 7:30, making your eyes roll at how much time was left until you had to close.

honestly, you had no idea why you agreed to stay. maybe it was the little convincing and charming face that was asking you to, or the fact that every part of this town had your childhood written around it, painting nostalgia every time you walked around. 

the door to what you grew to know as the storage room flew open, and an evidently exhausted bo chow stepped out. 

the way the door slammed behind him was enough to knock the neighboring shelves off the walls.

it drew your attention right to him. “rough day?” a stupid question, but it just slipped out, creating an even more hollow silence between the two of you.

“g’nna close up early, tonigh’. not really in the mood right now.” his answers were short and distant; there was definitely more to them, but you hated prying, as much as you wanted to. 

as he flipped the small sign at the door and locked up, his hand lingered against the handles.

in a blink, he was pulling a cigarette to his lips, lighting it as he walked towards the register, standing behind it, near you.

his proximity was close, way too close.

the silence was enough to drown you both, and it was toxic, along with the strong smell of his cigarette.

“you smoke, sug’? bet ya they ain’t got cigarettes as good as these up in the city.” bo teased you, a dynamic you grew familiar with the weeks you’d been here. 

all you did was shake your head in response, quickly running your tongue against your lips that were suddenly growing dry.

if there was one thing guaranteed, it was that he always managed to grow some kind of gut-punching feeling in the pit of your stomach. you weren’t accustomed, but you knew you’d have to get used to it.

every time he discarded the smoke out of his nose or from between his lips, it hit you right in the face, choking a cough out of you. each time you coughed up, he stifled out a laugh, letting more smoke escape his lips.

this moment felt too intimate, a soft blush dared to creep up against the caramel tint of your skin. despite the dark lighting that fell through the store, he noticed it. and that added more fuel to the fire.  

“y’know, darlin’, i’ve been studyin’– and if i had half a brain, i’d think y’fancy me.” bo’s voice had dropped an octave and he was growing a few inches closer than before.

you could hear your heart beat in your ears and taste it on your tongue, eyes wide in shock as if you had heard him incorrectly.

lips parted in shock, all you could do was stare up at him through your lashes and let out a shy “huh?” in disbelief.

it wasn’t that he had gotten your actions lost in translation. you were beyond attracted to him, but you were so used to men disregarding you and being mistreated simply because of how you differed to all the paler women up north.

a still silence fell, and the cigarette sat still between the corner of his lips, eyes entranced solely on you. “c’mon. don’t gotta play dumb with me, peach. ‘m much older than you. i can tell when a girl's got a lil’ crush.” his voice was hypnotizing, like melted butter being spread across toast. 

and that fucking accent.

“i– you’ve got it mixed up, mr.chow–” your voice betrayed you, sounding much more desperate than intended. his name rolling off your tongue like some sort of sonnet. 

it earned a soft smile from him, a free hand cautiously sliding to your back, stabilizing you against his chest. your hands instinctively pressed against his chest as if you were going to push away, which wasn’t the case.

bo discarded of his cigarette, pressing against it on the floor to make sure it was out, then his attention was all on you. the way your eyes were big and full of longing, full lips parted in shock.

you were so sweet and he was beyond ready to ruin it. the good girl act you had and the way you addressed him, it hit a weak spot he didn’t even know he had. 

 ╴⊹ꮺ˚

seconds fastened into minutes and you two were tangled into a sensual yet sloppy make out session at the foot of the store, your backside pressed against the edge of the counter, his hands grabbing at anything they could.

bo was beside himself, enjoying the noises you made against his lips and the way your body was flushed against his as if you were scared to let go. 

“ya taste as good as you look. so fuckin’ sweet.” his voice rang between your ears, thick and slow, the praise taunting you by pooling even more arousal against the sheer texture of your undergarments.

he managed to be delicate, cautious but sensual and hungry at the same time. 

the harder he kissed you, the more you became slack in his arms.

it was safe to say you were far used to this kind of physical attention, you just hoped that it wasn’t obvious.

your hands stayed their place flat on his chest, momentarily sliding up to his shoulders and back, as if you were massaging him, too anxious to move anywhere else in worry of making the wrong move.

when the kiss came to a stop, bo was the one to stop it, a trail of both your saliva’s connecting you two, making him let out a soft, breathless laugh. his hand stood it’s place on the small of your back, teasing a bit lower but not fully.

the way he was staring at you was different than any look he had given you before, his eyes were low and the look behind them was short from respectful and it lit some kind of fire in you.

because the longer he stared, the hotter you grew. before you could form another thought, you were wrapping an arm around his neck, tugging him down to kiss him again, your free hand setting against the counter behind you for stabilization.

while the kiss grew, he parted your leg with his knee setting your hips to adjust and sit on top of his leg. the more his lips ate at yours, the more he pushed his knee against your core, spiking a peak of pleasure throughout your entire body, earning him a moan from you that was muffled by his mouth.

you felt him smile against your lips, consequently feeling a lot of other things. your body simultaneously betrayed you, your hips realizing that the friction of his limb beneath your cunt brought a different kind of pleasure, causing you to slowly rock them back and forth against him.

as he pressed your body against the counter, with a free hand, bo began to unbutton your blouse until it was sliding off your shoulders. when your breasts were exposed to the humid air of the shop, he wasn’t short to latching his lips against them.

the pleasure became way too much to handle, body heating up and hips rutting faster against his thigh as he helped, shifting his leg up higher each time you rode. his tongue flicked against your aching bud, drawing strangled moans from deep in your throat.

he was abusing your chest, biting, sucking, and lapping his tongue against any exposed peace of skin while his free hand gripped your ass cheek, helping you move your hips.

the more you fucked against his leg, the better everything felt. the sensation of his mouth and his thigh was making you beyond dizzy.

you could barely make up any thoughts. “tha’s it, baby. finish all over me. j’s like that, sugar.” bo was muttering now in your ear, fingers playing with your nipple as he kissed against your neck.

the barrier between your reasonable thinking and lust were completely broken and everything you did was past you. hands gripping at his clothed back for stability as you fucked yourself against his leg.

you were a shriveling, hot, and moaning mess. it felt way too good, the way he managed to rut your hips for you against him, his hot breath against your neck and his words of encouragement that you could hardly understand.

that was when you felt it, the thick knot in your stomach snapped and you let out something that would only be identified as a yowl.

“there ya go, princ’ss, jus’ like that.” bo grunted against your jaw, licking a stripe against the side of your neck then biting down gently against the skin.

he kept moving your hips for you until your automatic movements became staggered.

you rode your orgasm with pride, back arched and jaw slack as strings of moans left your lips. whatever you were staring at before quickly became splotched into white sparks as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

coming down from your high, your body grew limp against his, his hands caging you in as he held you, slowly removing his leg from in between yours. 

he placed a soft kiss on your temple after moving hair behind your ear, soft curls sticking onto the sweat at the sides of your face. you looked like a mess, curls frizzy from the peak in humidity and lips stuck apart, a bit of drool sitting on the corner of your mouth.

it made a soft smile twitch against his lips.

“you good?” bo asked you quietly, speaking in a low tone as if him speaking louder would startle you. 

all you did was hum a soft ‘mhm’, your forehead velcroed to his shoulder, resting there as everything you just did hit you like a bus.

bo could read the room, despite not being able to see your expression. “ain’t got nothin’ to be embarrassed about. i liked it jus’ as much as you did.” he admitted, not any sign of dishonesty in his tone.

and it was true, because as you stared down, you noticed the harsh tent peaking through his slacks, accompanied by a wet spot right at the tip of it.

your head quickly perked up, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you palmed him through his pants. causing him to tense up in surprise, brows raised when his eyes met yours.

“what’re we going to do about that?” a rhetorical question but it made him suck his bottom lip between his teeth, shaking his head.

he pressed another kiss on your lips, breathing against your mouth as he spoke up. “yer g’nna be the death of me.”

[foreid]

urgent!!!!!!!!!!!!! who shall i write a blurb about next.. i have plot ideas but i just need a character :-(

can u tell i have a type ……

[foreid]

just found your account and you write for tlou, until dawn, jjk men AND spencer i fear we may be twin flames

hehehe… i’ve been cyberstalking you… waiting for this moment.

welcome home babe ;)

[foreid]

Can you write a fic about Josh dating Chris’s younger sister

࿁ 𑄹 ˙ — ❝𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 !❞

ও ₊ summary: joining your step-brother on his 'ski trip' meant having to be extra sneaky with his best friend, whom you were romantically seeing behind his back.

be cautious: smut, p in v sex, fem!reader x bbsf!josh, sort of breeding kink, semi-plot, teasing, use of pet names, riding!!

wrds: 3.1k

a/n: im back on my joshy grind! anon u are so smartsies for this hehehe… i missed writing for this hunk of man, so i hope u guys enjoy !!!

because of the minor age gap between chris and you, it led to the introduction of his friend group. eventually meaning that sometimes you’d hang out with them without chris present.

hang out with one person in particular outside of everybody else. 

chris had announced to you that he’d be spending the week up at the ski lodge, he didn’t formarlly invite you, but his tone indicated that you should come.

you tried to act clueless about the plans, when in reality,  josh had told you about the trip almost week ahead of time. and you were already planning your outfits.

arriving at the lodge was new to you but it seemed to be familiar for chris and everyone else. 

you two seemed to be the last to arrive and chris was quick to blame it on your slow packing. 

when everyone was in their own personal rooms, unpacking and getting ready for whatever josh said he had planned for tonight. 

josh wasn’t one to hide his bias, which is why you got a room to yourself. mainly because he was one to sneak in mid–night to ‘surprise’ you and he didn’t want any cockblockers.

while unpacking, back turned towards the door of the room. it was a strange and hollow silence that fell through the lodge but it was comforting, everyone in their own niches, doing their own stuff. it felt nice. 

you didn’t hear anyone step into the room, because the feeling of rough hands snaking around your hands made you jump up a lot harder than expected, causing your heart to temporarily stop.

when you turned to meet the hands with a face, you glared at the familiar pair of green eyes met yours.

“shit, josh! you can’t just do that to a girl. scared the crap outta me.” you muttered the last sentence, resting your hands flat on the shirt beneath his flannel. the smile that was on his face was killer, immediately calming all of your nerves.

josh let a hand laze against the small of your back, the other one tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

it was an intimate act you were used to, meaning that he wanted to see more of your face which he liked so much.

“sorry. y’know i mean well.” he teased you, holding you flush against his chest, his face only an inch away from yours. 

you almost pushed yourself back, not trying to escape his grasp but keeping a respectable amount of space between you. “mm, door ‘s open, someone could see.” you muttered, staring over at the open grand door to your bedroom, holding your bottom lip between your teeth when you looked back up at him.

all he did was hum back in response, ducking his head down to latch his lips onto your neck, kissing the skin slowly. in a way that caused you to melt against him. you weren’t slow to respond, mewling between closed lips at the physical affection.

“j– josh…” you weakly protested, his hot lips on your skin making your entire body feel warm.

your reaction only made him move his lips up higher, biting your ear and inhaling your scent. “i’ve missed you, doll. don’t you miss me?” a warm whisper against its shell, his hands grabbing the fat of your hips in response. 

the way he spoke to you sent everything rushing right to your core, along with the idea that anyone could walk right past the open door and see what was going on.

his lips were like drugs, every time you two were alone together he couldn’t keep them or his hands off of you. you weren’t complaining, but right now, it was far too risky.

anyone could see. chris could see. and the first thing that he ever told josh when introducing you two was to not fuck you.

it’s safe to say josh went far beyond that boundary.

a sudden grab against the fatty tissue of your ass made you yelp, jumping up against him then staring at him with a familiar glare. 

he chuckled down at you shaking his head. “whoops. ‘m sorry, pretty thing. my hands, they got minds of their own.” he said as he placed an apologetic kiss on your jaw, simultaneously placing a quick slap against your ass cheek.

with that, he slipped away from you, walking out of the room with his hands behind his back and whistling some stupid tune like some cartoon character.

you just glared at his sexy back while he walked away. the way his arms filled up the flannel, how his forearms looked with the sleeves rolled up, and his messy hair shaping his face.

there was no way you were going to be able to keep your hands off of him for an entire week. 

 ╴⊹ꮺ˚

the night came quicker than expected. everyone seemed to be cozied up on the living room floor by a fire, watching some 2000s slasher film and playing twister.

you were contorted somewhere between emily and ashley, holding yourself up with the strength of your right arm, practically collapsing and ruining the entire tower.

after lying on your back and choking on laughter, someone mentioned playing drinking games and you were so in. 

‘never have i ever’ someone makes a statement, if you’ve done it, you drink.

at first, it was simple things like: “never have i ever blacked out” or “never have i ever shoplifted.”

until somewhere, everything got lost in translation.

it was emily’s turn to speak, running her finger around the rim of her solo cup. “okay, okay. never have i ever… fucked somewhere i wasn’t supposed to.” she was clearly drunk, but there was a quiet giggle behind the words she slurred against.

josh sat right across from you, staring right at you and no one else when he lifted the cup up to drink from it.

unfortunately, you did too, taking a small sip.

the only other people who did were jess and surprisingly… matt?

but for some reason, emily only questioned you. “well look at that, she isn’t a prude after all! share with the group, y/n.” she leaned in a bit, as if she wasn’t budging.

your lips were pursed into a tight line, shaking your head. but as you stared at her, you couldn’t ignore the green eyes that beared into the side of your face. “y’know… that’s a story for another day.” you weren’t at the state of drunkenness where you share all your personal business yet.

thank god.

“yeah, good. i don’t wanna know anything about that.” chris blurted out, shivering in a grossed out way. you totally forgot he was even sitting there, alongside ashley, who managed to giggle at every little thing he said. 

you shot him a stare, flipping him off but disguising it as if you were holding up your cup.

the game ended with jess and emily drinking the most. not a shocker if you were honest, but it was still funny seeing them escorted upstairs because they could hardly walk. 

you insisted on staying behind to clean up, denying help from anyone else. as the living room began to empty up, the trash bag was only filling up. 

looking outside to a pitch black forest sent a certain chill up your spine, you didn’t hesitate to walk over towards the large window, closing both curtains.

turning around on your heels, you were met by a familiar, broad and tall figure.

josh’s sudden presence earned him a squeal from you.

“fuck! i need to put a bell on you or something.” you said, craning your neck up to get a good look at him. poking whatever part of his chest was right in front of you.

he just responded with a chuckle, letting you push past him so you could finish cleaning up. “oh. i didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff, princess. i don’t mind trying it out.” he crossed his arms in front of his chest, taking in the way you walked. how your shorts rode up each time you bent down to grab something. 

somehow, in some fucking way, he was hard as hell. the way your hips swayed, how you were just pressed up against him, and the way your perfume teased his nostrils even if it was from a few feet away.

his erection dared to tent up against his pants, it’d been a long ass time since he’d fucked you, and the last time you guys did– a phone call from chris interrupted it. ruining the mood completely. 

so to say he had been craving you for a while would reach the brink of an understatement.

when you finished tidying everything up, you stared at the living room while standing beside him.

“good as new, yeah?” you chirped up at him, staring at him from where you stood, your fingers threatening to intertwine with his. he felt it, the space between you two being almost illegally small. he let out an exhale through his nose.

somewhere, deep down, you wanted to jump his bones so bad. but you thought you had to be mindful of the people around you. too scared of getting to caught up and being discovered mid-session.

josh gave the living room a good glance over, grabbing your hand and tugging you against his chest. he grabbed your hips, a familiar and warm feeling. 

“mmm… good as new, baby.” replying to your question with a charming and pantie-dropping grin that almost made you audibly moan out. without even letting you think, he was crashing his lips with yours, sliding a hand down the back of your bare thigh, grabbing at it and manuevering your entire leg to over against his side.

taken aback at first, you were somehow hypnotized, grabbing at his face and neck while kissing him back. lips bashing against each other in a familiar dance.

his tongue teased your lips for entrance, once allowed, he was completely attacking your mouth. he was hungry. free-hand grabbing at your ass while the other kept your leg stable by him from beneath your knee.

if he hadn’t been cradling you the way he was, you would’ve collapsed into putty on the ground. 

the once quiet living room was full of lip-smacking and harsh huffing the two of you created, it was overbearing, making you beyond dizzy.

at some point, josh rushed his lips to a spot where your neck met your shoulder, attacking the soft skin with his tongue and teeth. 

when you felt the formation of a bruise you tugged at the hair on his nape, signalling him to stop. “hey—! stop that…” you tried your best to protest, but he just kept kissing your neck so delicately, it made your lest few words fade out into a soft moan. 

at some point, biting your jaw and tugging at your bottom lip, he rutted his hips against yours. groaning against your lips. you could smell and taste the alcohol. “wanna fuck you… s’bad. miss you, miss you so much–” he was so drunk. maybe even more drunk just from kissing and rubbing all upon you.

it was all too much, you felt like the walls were closing in and as if the air was being bumped up at a thousand degrees. 

you wanted to be in some kind of control. fed up of being caged in against a wall.

pressing your lips against him in a softer and delicate kiss, you pushed your feet against him, shuffling throughout the living room until you reached a part of the sofa. you broke the kiss, earning a sound of discontent from josh.

which was quickly replaced by a soft ‘oh?’ when you pushed him down onto the couch, straddling on top of his manspread. 

reluctantly, your hands made their way to his shoulders, elbows lying on top of them. 

he grinned up at you, grabbing at your hips from beneath your shirt. the cold of his hands made you shiver. 

josh’s lips found yours again, kissing you sloppily and with more fever than before. his hands rode up, when he felt that you had no bra on, he let out a content-filled groan into your mouth.

the second he got his hands on your bare breasts, he rubbed both of your nipples within his thumbs, earning a soft mewl from you.

your back arched in place, body overwhelmed from the sudden pleasure after not feeling him against you like this for so long. you grabbed at his hair in the way you knew he liked, being unable to control the way your hips rutted against him.

the more you reacted, the more he played with your tits. a look of complete hunger and lust painted over his face as he watched you. “could make you come just from this. ‘s been a while, you think you could just sit on it, no prep?” he murmured against the skin on your neck, his fingers never ceasing on your buds. 

his voice rang through your ears, in all honesty, your mind was too blank to even fully understand what he said. all you did was reply meekly with a soft nod and a quiet moan.

josh flipped your shirt up, locking his lips around one of your nipples, his thumb flicking the other.

jaw slack and hips ruttening, you moaned out, unintentionally. it echoed through the bottom floor– causing the two of you to stop completely. 

josh’s eyes were locked on you now, wide and he looked as if he was trying not to laugh,

a hand slid its way to your face, his palm cupping right on top of your mouth.

“i’m gonna fuck you now, want y’to ride me. but you gotta be quiet,” his mouth moved against your ear while his free hand tugged your shorts down, you held yourself up so they could fall past your knees. “can you do that for me, baby?” a soft stripe against the shell of your ear as he felt you through your panties, grinning against your skin at how soaked you already were.

at some point in time, he freed himself, a hand hovered on the bottom of your bare ass, holding you up. “shit. sit on it, c’mon… need it bad.” he was on the pitch of a whine, but right against a gruttal groan.

you did just that, his command didn’t even need you to think twice, you were doing it the second he asked. 

as you sank down on it, just from the tip, it was like being cracked apart. you knew it had been a while, but you didn’t realize how long it had been until now.

he had bottomed out. all seven inches. you dared to scream out, his hand quickly rushed to your mouth, he looked at you, scolding you without words.

“gotta be quiet, baby. d’nt wanna get caught.” josh spoke to you breathlessly, letting you grow comfortable before he stared moving your hips for you.

you were moving, hard. eyes shut and jaw slack as he was hitting every spot inside of you. your hands were grabbing at his shirt for stability, everything was being thrown at you all at once.

it was when he started pushing his hips up against yours that you snapped. your rhythm met his as you completely forgot how to think. you lost control of the noises that slipped out of you, blabbing out things before thinking.

josh’s teeth sank into the exposed skin of your shoulder, hands grabbing onto the flesh on your ass. he gave up on trying to keep you quiet, the obscene noises of your wet cunt and skin slapping masking any moan you let out.

with every timed he thrusted up into you, a louder noise was pushed out of you. your hands lifted up majority of his shirt, nails managing to dig into the skin of his back as he fucked you.

josh’s words were on the line of incoherent. “missed t’s pussy so bad. tell me you’re mine, all mine, baby.” he slurred out in a low growl, grabbing at your skin in a way that would leave it marked up. 

the physical pleasure of being so full and stretched along with his words made you rut against him at a quicker pace.

it was when he started to match you that you lost all sight of your surroundings. the more he fucked you the quicker you lost all of your self control.

already clawing at him and yowling like a wild animal, there was no window open for self-respect any more.

legs trembling and mouth wide open, with every quick thrust you were closer and closer, the more he hit a specific spot, the closer you became.

“y– yes.. holy sh– shit, right there…!” you rode against him, trying to match his pace as you bit against his ear, riding towards your orgasm.

and it hit you hard. you came with a loud moan, body freezing up, and back arching so your chest was flushed against his. you swore you saw some kind of stars, vision spotting and brain melting out through your ears.

your eyes rolled into your skull but he kept fucking you.

the way your walls squeezed against his girth, he was biting on his bottom lip as he held you in place, using you to finish. 

his brows were knitted and furrowed, eyes low and dazed. “f– fuck, g’nna fill this pretty pussy up. ‘m bout to fill you up, get you so pregnant.” josh could only babble out, pussy drunk out of his damn mind.

with three more, hard and quick thrusts, he was spilling a thick and messy load deep inside of you with a low, bass moan.

sweat was pooling up against his forehead, hair sticking against it, bottom lip permanently stuck between his teeth.

you slumped down against his chest, resting your head against his shoulder.

he stayed inside, letting you lie there on top of him as he ran a hand along your head, placing a kiss against your forehead.

in a quick moment, you twitched, a sign that meant you fell asleep.

josh smiled against your hair, taking in your smell. 

usually, he’d clean you up then put you into bed and move to sleep in his own, but this time it felt different.

he felt, comfortable. like he wanted to be here just a bit longer and take you in.

fuck. he was in too deep. and no one was getting him out of this one.

what’d he get himself into?

[foreid]

AAAAAA MOOTIE UR ACTIVE AGAIN !!!! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

YES I AMM :33 !!! and i will continue hehehe…. currently scrambling up a josh washington fic

i’ve missed u all dearly :(((( im so glad to be back 🥹

[foreid]

੭ ֪ ֹ — ❝ 𝑰𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 ! ❞

꒰ ੭ summary: first date jitters with boy wonder.. except he thinks you stood him up :( luckily, even though you’re late, the date goes well and he’s practically head over heels.

what's ahead: fluff (ik very ooc for me!), fem!reader, first date, idiots in love hehe, late s1- early s2 reid i couldn’t decide, a lot of sweet talk, awkward flirting, reid can’t take a compliment, first kiss

wrdcnt: 1.6k

a/n: super rushed! finals season is ending soon yay!!! >.< this was not proofread and tbh.. almost scrapped... so plz do lmk if u hate it ! i love u guys and ive missed u.

spencer swore he was breaking a sweat, his collared shirt felt ten times tighter than it seemed to be. 

it felt almost out of character for you to be this late, he assumed, since you were the BAU’s liaison, you had to be punctual. 

he couldn’t stop the tapping of his fingers against the outdoor table, running a hand through his hair, which he spent an awkward amount of time combing and gelling back. 

standing in front of his bathroom mirror in an uncomfortable stance, trying to figure out if all two buttons being up looked too strange.

never, has he ever worried about his appearance like this. but morgan told him that first date impressions meant everything, and it consumed his entire reasonable thinking for the majority of the afternoon. 

but, when all hope seemed lost, spencer heard your chirpy “spencer?” coming from behind him, and it sounded like some kind of angelic choir. 

when he turned his head, he didn’t expect you to look so perfect.

your hair was styled in a way he hadn’t seen before, tickling the borders between classy and professional and you wore a tight silk, maxi-dress with a shade of maroon that complimented your skins color perfectly. 

spencer stumbled to get up, smiling at you awkwardly as he fumbled to pull your chair out so you could sit.

when you sat down across from him, he sort of swept himself off as if touching the other chair already gave him the same amount of germs as a toilet seat would. 

“i’m so sorry, i couldn’t find my other shoe, and then i spilled nail polish all over my desk and i-” you were rambling on, hands up as you spoke, but he quickly cut you off. 

spencer stared at you, admiring you as you spoke on. “don’t apologize. i’m glad you even showed up.” spencer muttered the last few words almost as if he was embarrassed, which he was, but he tried not to make it so obvious.

you didn’t even think he knew how charming he was. he seemed too nervous, his hands were prominently trembling, and every time he spoke to you, his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly.

when you cleared your throat, automatically gaining his attention, you smiled over at him before speaking. "you look, really nice. well you always, look nice but... y'know?" you giggled, batting your lashes at him then simultaneously clocking your head to the side.

spencer wasn't too late to react, trying to hide the harsh blush creeping up on his face. it wasn't just your words, but that unfamiliar look in your eyes tugged way too much on his heart.

you were somehow getting into his head.

all you did was laugh, a sweet one that almost altered his brain chemistry. "no one's ever complimented you before? i don't believe that, boy wonder." another teasing remark, just so you could keep that flustered look on his demeanor.

“don’t tell me, this is your first date, ever?” you snorted out a laugh, not thinking too much about what you said until you got a good look at his expression. 

“holy shit. it is!” a quiet gasp left your lips, and he seemed as if he was ready to explode right on the spot. 

spencer held up his glass of water to his mouth, almost trying to hide the flush that imprisoned his face. “it is. am i being that obvious?” he meekly admitted, shrinking in his position as he stared at you.

if he was completely honest, he could barely even ask you out. if it wasn’t for morgan being able to read him like a book, he would never be in this position. 

you thought it was sweet, being his first date, and it was at some nice, cozy, restaurant. it seemed like he knew a bit of what he was doing. the chair pulling, the way he was talking to you, handling the bill? there was no way this was his first. 

“maybe not too obvious, but definitely apparent.” you replied with a giggle that would send any man to war for you, for the quick hour and a half you guys had been here, all you did was pull at his heart strings. 

he pursed his lips into a tight line at your response, not necessarily aimed at you, but at the fact that he had tried his best to tell himself not to act like a fool, and it was exactly what he ended up doing. 

you had finished the dessert he insisted on buying for you, and with a heavy heart, you thought the night was over. 

with a clink of your spoon on top of your plate, he’d been watching you this entire time, waiting for a moment to speak up. 

“are you ready for phase two?” his voice wasn’t in much of a whisper, but in this setting and the way he was looking at you, it was right on the brink of romantic.

and it left you feeling really excited for whatever was next. “oh? what more do you have planned for me, dr. reid?” you question, resting your chin on your hand, leaning a bit closer to where he was seated. 

you swore he cracked a little smile at your words, looking around the area you guys were sitting in before standing up. 

when he took your hand and led you out of the restaurant’s outdoor seating area, you weren’t expecting him to even touch you tonight, since you were so sure he hated any kind of human physical affection– so it made you feel beyond special. 

if anything, even the memory of him asking you out today made you feel that way. you and spencer were close, far beyond the bond of regular coworkers, but you thought all the slick glances, shared laughs, and inside jokes between you two didn’t mean much to him as they did to you. clearly that wasn’t true, and it felt good knowing that. knowing he felt the same. 

spencer held your hand the entire trip, you two walked side by side, going nowhere in destination– at least that was what you thought. 

at some point in your walk, he stood in front of you, blocking your line of view from anything that was there. 

“okay,” spencer started, staring down at you with his hands behind his back, not as if he was hiding anything, but almost to make himself appear wider. “i’m going to cover your eyes, but i need you to trust me.” he looked and sounded very excited, a charming grin on his face that you were nowhere near accustomed to. but you could get used to it.

you immediately questioned him, raising a brow and trying to look past him, but he quickly blocked it by grabbing you and pushing you back to your original stance. 

he looked down at you almost like a stern owner scolding their disobedient pet. you sighed in defeat and closed your eyes, muttering out a soft “i trust you.” there was no way for you to tell where he was leading you, but you felt spencers cold hands crown right on top of your eyes and he started walking, you followed, moving your feet in the same pattern as his.

the walking stopped deliberately and you tried to recognize the surroundings you heard and felt. you could feel the grass tickling your ankles and the sounds of people, it wasn’t bustling but it wasn’t too calm either.

you felt his breath near your ear and before moving his hands to your shoulders he muttered a short, “you can open your eyes.”

when your vision flickered back to normal, a park filled with different groups of people surrounded a large lake that was mounted in floating lanterns, ready to be released with different designs or writings on their surfaces.

all you did was choke out a gasp, star-struck at the view, and it only got better as you looked down. 

beneath you sat what seemed like a picnic blanket and your personal lantern to customize. 

spencer eventually interrupted your speechless silence by sitting on the blanket, waiting for you to say something, anything. anything to stop him from freaking out. he couldn’t read you, your slack-jaw expression and big eyes, he should say that you’re enjoying it, but he also could never be too sure.

coming back to your senses, you sat down across from him, just like in the restaurant, and immediately started thanking him, an overwhelming amount. 

“how’d you know this would be my dream? have you been stalking me?” you joked, but were kind of half serious. although, you wouldn’t mind thinking about the idea of spencer asking around about things you’d like for a ‘perfect date’. the thought made you blush in its own.

it seemed like half of your thought was true, because he had a flushed expression on his face that read: ‘you caught me.’ he got over himself and looked over at you, nodding. “yeah, kind of? i asked garcia and jj if they knew anything… or if you ever talked about what an ‘ideal date’ would be.” spencer seemed to grow shy again, the way he’s been the entire night. 

a silence grew between you two, but it wasn’t awkward or overwhelming. it was comfortable, almost familiar. 

in a blink, you were holding yourself up with your hands and leaning towards him. and in a blink, your lips were pressed against his in a warm kiss. this was kind of your way of ‘thanking him’ for making tonight so romantically special.

spencer was beyond shocked, but he immediately melted into your lips, feeling them as the most comforting things he's ever felt. along with the intoxicating smell of your perfume.

everything about you seemed to be so sweet.

he didn’t pull away or make any movements that proved he didn’t want it, instead, he leaned in to make it deeper and rested a hand upon the nape of your neck.

the kiss was sweet and lasted much longer than either of you intended, but neither of you wanted to let go. 

this felt right as much as it felt surreal. and spencer knew this was exactly where he should be. 

[foreid]

࿁ 𑄹 ˙ — ❝ 𝑩𝑬 𝑴𝒀 𝑽𝑰𝑿𝑬𝑵 ! ❞

͏⏝ི summary: forced to drinks with morgan and emily, spencers expectations were nowhere near meeting somebody as perfect as you.

warnings: smut, fem!reader x softdom!spencer, p in v sex :3, spencer’s a big boy, meet cute, awkward spencer, no y/n use, slow burn if u squint. — not proofread :(

wrd count: 2439

packed, loud, and dark. only three words reid could use to describe the environment he was currently in.

he wasn’t much of a drinker, being dragged along here by emily and morgan to try and “expand his horizons” and get him out of his shell.

frankly, his head was already hurting and he couldn’t even imagine how unsanitary it was for all these people to be so tightly packed together.

it made his headache expand to all the corners of his head. his arnold parmer was practically melting in his hand, making him wipe a hand onto his slacks.

spencer had quickly drifted away from the conversation, chewing on the inside of his lip every now and then.

“hey, pretty boy. twelve o’clock, at the bar.” morgan lifted up his glass to signal at you, sitting almost elegantly on the stool in your shiny purple maxi-dress, hugging every curve that met the eye.

you more than caught the brunettes attention, his eyes almost widening at the view.

prentiss chuckled, her mocking practically hitting every side of him. “hah! like i’ve said: IQ of 187 slashed to 60 just like that.”

somehow, in some way, after what felt like thirty minutes of mocking— the full 72 inches and all, was sauntering over to where you were.

his stride wasn’t one of confidence… more of like a ‘i’m forced to be here but i think you’re hot and it intimidates me.’

“um— hi.” it came out in a creaky scratch, causing him to clear his throat and his lips to shift into one tight line.

you perked up a tad, turning around on the stool— temporarily halting the conversation between you and your friend. she took a hint though, making her way into the crowd.

“hi?” you couldn’t help the smile of amusement that crept up on your glossed lips, manicured finger mindlessly circling the rim of your glass.

you could see his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed dryly, still managing to maintain the deep eye contact.

despite the harsh churning in his stomach.

“i— uh— you’re..— you’re beautiful.” spencer almost slipped up and called you perfect, unfortunately his ‘skills’ were far beyond his favor right now.

but to be fair, you were perfect. his exact type on paper.

and the way you were staring at him made him beyond nervous.

you knew it though, you could tell. it was very flattering but it also gave you a spike of confidence.

“thanks. you’re… oh? FBI?” you quickly noticed the tag hooked onto his vest, it explained the button up and tie. “am i in trouble?” you giggled, cocking your head to the side, staring up at him almost seductively through your lashes.

he swallowed whatever was left of saliva in his mouth again, chewing on the inside of his cheek. trying his hardest to maintain all control of himself.

“no. have you done anything to get yourself in trouble?” spencer’s voice dropped an octave or two, senselessly bringing himself closer to you.

you could read a room. you knew he was flirting and it surprised you how quickly his ‘innocent boy’ act disappeared.

at once, you slowly stepped off the stool; even in your heels, this stranger managed to tower over you completely.

“i dunno… wanna find out?” it slipped past your lips in a quiet murmur, your hand simultaneously sliding up his chest, toying with his dark tie.

but your eyes were hypnotizing him, every time they weren’t on his, it felt like a hit to his heart.

every rational mind melted out of his brain through his ears.

what was once a full six feet of boy wonder was sliced in half to what could only be explained as the mind of a hormonal teen.

╴⊹ꮺ˚

wherever he lived wasn’t too far from the bar, but the drive felt outrageously long and you couldn’t even explain how painful it was that you weren’t already touching each other.

it hadn’t been a long time since you had someone on top of you. but, your plan for going out tonight was to get on top or beneath somebody.

you excused it as a reward for passing your final exam.

it’s not like you were going to fail in the first place— but one never knows.

spencer never really had anyone over into his apartment, he never expected to. so it wasn’t in the tidiest condition.

he forgot what it had looked like, causing him to immediately apologize as he shoved his shoes off.

“sorry. i wasn’t expecting any company.” despite finally having you alone, he still managed to be as awkward as ever.

you giggled, the alcohol you’d been taking finally hitting you now that you were in a new environment. “hm. you have nice taste.” you almost whispered, running your fingers over the cover of a loose book on the edge of the couch.

he caught himself smiling sheepishly. to spencer, you looked perfect here in his space.

his eidetic memory was sure to never forget a sight like this.

spencer didn’t even know it, but he was following behind you, picturing your every move and noticing everything he could see.

from the way your hair fell, how he could see just above your thighs, and how you had a tattoo of a rosary wrapped around your left ankle.

he wanted to know what other tattoos you had that he couldn’t see.

your movements were slow and excruciatingly cautious as you explored his space. before you knew it, the majority of his chest was snuggled against your back.

as you ran a finger along the spines of the books, trying to ignore the way calloused fingers slowly ran up your arm, slowly slipping the strap of your dress down your shoulder.

he could feel the soft twitch of your body when he ducked his head down to kiss against the blade of your shoulder, moving his way to the side of your neck.

spencer knew that when your head was tilting to the side in approval, he had all the green lights.

“is this okay?” he murmured against the skin of your neck, his opposite hand grabbing at the flesh on your hip through your dress.

the moment was nowhere far from sensual and the way he was leaving open mouthed kisses on any exposed skin.

you were letting out quiet mewls, eyes shut to take in everything and feel it even more.

all you could do was nod slowly, embarrassed at how your knees were already growing weak from some neck kisses.

spencer pressed himself closer, causing your body to be flush against the bookshelf.

his kisses suddenly became more ravenous and almost hungry, with every peace of skin he tasted— the more noises he let out.

large hands were now grabbing at you through your dress, which was almost a second skin, and it made you dizzy.

“i— i don’t even know your name.” your voice was raspy, almost in a whine.

you thought you had gotten a read of his name tag, but the blinding lights of the bar made it impossible to see the smaller letters.

but you did clock an ‘s’… samuel? stephen?

“spencer. doctor spencer reid.” he huffed into your ear before running his tongue along the shell, the sensation was enough to make you drop onto your knees.

god, even his name was sexy.

you were quiet after that— well, not literally. you were still a whining mess.

and it wasn’t better that you couldn’t meet his face, despite not facing him, your eyes were practically glued shut.

his mouth seemed to never stop, kissing any kind of skin he could get his lips on.

it made your skin heat up, you were on fire and so turned on. by now, you’d be leaking through your panties.

it was like he could read your mind, in the blink of an eye, he was rolling up your dress and slowly rolling a digit over your clothed slit.

spencer was circling the bud in an agonizingly slow motion, his mouth still peppering kisses along where your neck and shoulder met.

“y— you’re really wet. that means you like it, right?” his voice was groggy and breathless in your ear, making you whine in response.

not just from his words, but from the way he was slowly slipping a finger inside of you.

the both of you let out a noise in response, yours a bit louder than his due to the pleasure.

he seemed almost impatient, as if he was ready to just give you his all; but he was trying to be a gentleman. literally.

you could tell he was growing impatient due to how quick everything was moving, as if he was trying to already prepare you.

it felt just as good, knees buckling, jaw dropped and all.

“i’m gonna put it inside you now, okay?” he muttered breathlessly against your ear lobe, biting the skin— earrings and all.

you whimpered to him in some sort of approval, trying to ignore how hard your legs were trembling just from two fingers.

in the span of seconds, you could hear a belt unbuckling, the sound echoing through the room. followed by a zipper, then as if something heavy had hit the ground.

suddenly, a hand was softly grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you back and turning your head.

unexpectedly, you were met with a sloppy yet stable kiss, it felt… safe. despite his constant need for reassurance, he knew what he was doing.

the brunette kept kissing you, holding your neck with one hand then simultaneously positioning his girth at your entrance.

he knew well to kiss you while pushing inside of you because if he didn’t, whatever yowl you’d let out would be embarrassing to explain to his neighbor.

while slowly bottoming out inside of you, your moan was muted by his kiss. you both reacted, your hands gripping the shelves and his hand tightening around your nape.

whatever the definition of a kiss was, this was not it. tongues just lapping at one another as he started to rut his hips.

your mouth was just left wide open, causing him to help himself and kiss along your jaw.

trying to occupy his mouth so he could subdue his whines. from how good you felt.

his hand was nothing compared to this feeling.

your walls were fluttering around him in a rhythm that made his brain turn into mush and every noise you let out in time with his thrust, didn’t make his self control any easier to maintain.

instead of grabbing your skin, he snugged a handful of your hair, keeping you in place as he fucked you sensually into his book case.

never in a million years would either of you believe your night would end up like this.

spencer, forced to a bar right out of a frustrating case across the country.

you, in a different situation, forcing your friends to come celebrate with you.

but you could say it worked out great in the end.

not only were you being fucked out of existence by a sexy FBI agent, but you still knew you looked so good.

not because you were vain, but because of all the mindless compliments he was spewing out.

“perfect. you’re— you feel so perfect.” spencer could only babble, his tongue swiping and biting along your shoulder. his thrusts never stopped.

you couldn’t help the way you rutted your body against him, eyes rolling into your skull and skin completely on fire.

by the way you were squeezing around him and the octave of your moans we’re growing, anyone in their right mind could tell you were close.

with a free hand, he dug through the front of your dress, access your breasts and slipping one of your nipples between his fingers.

bingo.

the more he played with your nipple and the quicker he thrusted, the better you were feeling.

and the closer you were getting.

the tighter you grew around him, the harder he was whining and grunting. spencer could feel everything and something in him was close to snapping.

every push inside was hypnotizing and every roll of your nipple was sending you into another universe.

“oh my g— god!” something about this thrust made all the difference, he hit a spot you were never expecting to exist.

it sent what was almost a shockwave through your body, back arching, eyes rolling and mouth agape to let out a string of pornographic noises.

you were grabbing on the shelves until your knuckles were white, thinking you could rip the shelves off the wall.

spencer wasn’t far behind. with a grip on your ass and its twin on your tit, he was thrusting at an unnatural pace.

you didn’t tell him to stop, so he took it as a green light and shot thick strings of his cum deep inside of you.

so deep you swore it was pooling somewhere into your stomach.

he finished with a whine, something along the lines of: “holy shit, angel.”

but you couldn’t quite make it out.

sweat was pooled up against his forehead, causing soft curls to stick against his skin. you recollected yourself— trying your best to ignore the pools of cum slipping out of you.

you rested your back against the shelves, breathing in soft gaps.

“hi, stranger.” you broke the silence after just staring at each other for what felt like ages.

your words brought what you thought was a soft smile to his chiseled face.

maybe it was the soft lighting of this apartment, or that you just never got a good look at him, but he was… beautiful.

“hi.” he hushed back at you, running a hand over the top of your head then placing a soft kiss onto your forehead.

his free hand slid its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

“let me clean you up. i’m not the type to share my space.

but it’s the least i could do.” he finished, sort of whispering to you, breathing in labored patterns.

“mmm. i’d like that.” you could feel his lips smiling again against your skin.

it was quiet for a moment, safe silence.

until he broke it this time. “oh, i never got your name.” spencer admitted it to you and by the look on your face, he knew he wasn’t going to win so easily.

“you don’t deserve that just yet.” you giggled. and as much as he hated defeat, he couldn’t help the growing, comfortable feeling in his chest.

[foreid]

◜﹢﹒ — ❝ONE OF YOUR GIRLS…! ❞

wrd count: 1783

warnings: smut, landlord!joel x fem!reader, y/n is a scholar, joel loves to eat!, face riding, cliffhanger, dirty talk, age gap, semi-perv!joel

a/n: hi my babies !!!!! i am back (for now) .. i started this a while ago and finally finished it :3 as usual, not proofread. and i’m also working on another fic. i just love this oldie so much. hes so southern and sexy. expect more of this! love u! enjoy ;)

“g’mornin’. y’know rent was due last week, right?” your landlord spoke to you once you opened your front door, his thick southern drawl rolling out his throat and right between your thighs.

his arm, resting on the doorway of the entrance to your apartment.

thick muscles rippling through his tight grey flannel as his hand and forearm relaxed just over his head.

joel threw you a not-so serious look, his tone was absentmindedly sarcastic, eyes waiting for whatever excuse you would conduct this time.

you were eye candy to him, he always thought you were the prettiest on the third floor.

far too young for him though. or so he thought.

“oh, mr. miller, i’m so sorry. exams came up and it totally crossed my mind,”

“i’ve just got so much going on.” you pouted, holding into the edge of your door, looking up at him as he surpassed your height, batting your lashes and sticking out your bottom lip, flipping your hair off your shoulders.

letting the strap of your tank top slide off just a tad.

there wasn’t a smile on his face. but his lip did twitch slightly, almost hinting at one.

he shook his head in shock at the extents you were willing to go to. “i can’t keep extending these deadlines, y/n. you know this.”

he knew all about your little game, the flirting, pouting. fuck, the bare shoulder? tight shorts? you knew just exactly what you were doing to him.

and he was all for it.

“it’s unfair to people who actually, do, pay their rent.” joel said in a low whisper, letting out a dry chuckle at your absurdity.

you couldn’t help but suck your bottom lip between your teeth, gripping the wood on the door at the way he was speaking to you.

voice so deep and just fucking sexy, speaking to you like you were some idiotic bimbo who didn’t know shit.

but you were incredibly into it. his hard, chiseled face and low eyes staring right at you and not past you.

a doe-eyed look was plastered on your face, keeping your soft, pillowy lips in a pout as you stared at him.

he looked as if he was still trying not to budge.

eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

the silence made your head hurt and your heart punch through your skin.

“maybe i could… pay you back in,”

you swallowed dryly, suddenly breaking the strong eye contact to think harshly about what you were going to say.

“i could pay you back in a different way.”

silence.

his brows raised in surprise, but his eyes sprung low with enlightenment.

“if ‘m assuming what yer insinuating, sugar; doesn’t my age… intimidate you?” he whispered, the lower his voice got, the thicker his accent grew. the sexier he sounded. leaning in just a bit too close for comfort.

he was intrigued.

if anything, joel has always been fond of you. since the day he handed you the keys to your one bedroom.

since he caught you sliding your clothes into the washing machine of the public laundry, bending over just a tad too much,

your oversized shirt with no pants under leaving nothing for his imagination.

leading him to tug one out in his office at the idea of holding your sheer, lacy panties to the side and sliding you down on his fat cock.

nice and slow.

“why would it intimidate me? i think it makes you ten times sexier, mister miller.” a soft bite on to your bottom lip, and he caught on quick.

the way you practically moaned out his last name made him twitch in his washed out jeans.

joel miller was always known to be a swift man.

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feet shifting amongst the carpeted floor, one following the other, crashing into one another.

his hands roaming under your skimpy outfit, aggressive kisses and heavy breathing.

you squirm underneath him.

leading him towards your bedroom that was parallel to the front door which stood across the house.

your back came to harsh contact with the plaster on the door, his hand stabilizing you, grabbing your thigh and pulling it up by your knee.

all movement came to a still, his mouth scoping down your neck.

a throaty groan of approval leaving his lips as he tasted you, the peppered hairs resting on his chin tickling your soft skin.

it’d been a while since you got any.

since your most recent break up, actually.

a long-term relationship and he wasn’t ever all that good in bed, to be honest.

so the way joel was helping himself with you but also catering to your needs, had your knees buckling and a pool quickly forming in between your legs.

soiling all through your panties. all wet for him.

his hands were strong but polite, it made everything ten times more intimate than it really was.

with a blank mind and quiet noises, your passionate thoughts quickly came to a halt at the feeling of thick, calloused fingers teasing you gently in between your thighs.

joel quickly hummed in appreciation. “already so wet f’me? what a good girl.”

holy shit. no one has ever spoken to you like that, ever. so you reacted with a quiet whine. embarrassed at how quickly your body reacted to his touch and words.

a gasp leaves your mouth, grabbing instinctively onto his broad shoulders.

your sudden desperation earned a familiar smile from him, hand gripping your thigh to spread your legs apart.

joel’s lips continued their way down your neck, slipping slowly over your chest until he reached your navel.

his fingers tugged at the strap of your shorts, sliding them past your thighs.

they made a stop at your knees and it wasn’t too far after until your lacy panties followed along.

while his hands were doing this, his rough mouth was sloppily kissing down your stomach.

teasing and tongue-slapping against your thighs.

you couldn’t take it any more, whining and rutting your hips against nothing while he teased you mercilessly.

“m— mister miller. please…” you begged, throwing your head back against the door, eyes shut tight. unable to even look down at what he was doing to you.

the name earned a grunt of endorsement from him, you could feel his lips shift against your skin.

he dove right in, worshipping the delicious taste on his tongue.

a shock wave spiked through your entire body, causing your hands to grab full of the locks on his scalp, mouth wide open and eyes closed.

leaving you to rely on only your four other senses. which made everything feel so much better.

he kept moving his jaw, lips parting in a pattern. slow and ravenous, in ways that no one has ever done to you before.

his mouth worked absolute wonders, in sweet-talking but also in absolutely ravishing you.

your eyes were abruptly wide open, as if they were about to bulge out the sockets despite their frequent time being shut.

with one more flat stripe across your slit, you started to feel a white-hot sensation in your stomach.

he seemed to love the taste. low groans and moans into your cunt, gripping your thighs the more he ate you.

his eyes were never shut. looking at your pretty arousal or up past you.

every time his rough nose bumped against your clit, you were rutting against it, in hopes of any friction to make you cum just right.

and that's exactly what happened.

you were so soaked. from your own arousal but from all of his saliva.

joel was more than focused on making you feel good. causing two digits to tease your, waiting for approval to be inside of you.

“c’mon, doll. lemme feel you.” he groaned into your pussy as a rough, thick finger slid inside of you.

caressing your plush walls eventually, another one could fit.

he was knuckles deep, stretching and pushing as deep as he could.

“g’nna cum… m- mister. i’m— fuck—” your head was spinning, his fingers were curving, hitting a spot you didn’t even know existed.

his lips were stuck on your clit, sucking for his life and gliding his fingers inside of you. “‘s it, baby. cum on m’face.” his voice echoed through you, muffled, but you could hear everything clearly.

you could feel everything.

the band in your stomach snapped and you were riding out an orgasm that made your heart pound against your chest, your eyes were rolling back, lewd mewls spewing out of your mouth.

coming down from your high, you realized just exactly who was in between your thighs. holding your hips to keep you steady, still respectful even after just devouring you completely.

a soft noise left your lips as he ducked his head down, kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder.

it was relaxing, comforting, somehow. he was so gentle, contradicting the rough feel of his callous hands.

“i… i’ll try and get that rent to you by next thursday.” you mumbled, feeling a little guilty and embarrassed of the state you were in.

he was still somehow so stoic, but he manages to huff out a laugh. shaking his head. “i’ll cover you again, but i can’t promise i’ll be this nice next time.”

it sounded more like a threat than a promise, his honey sweet drawl mumbling against the shell of your ear.

you wanted more.

craved more. but it felt selfish to even insinuate or ask for it. so you stayed silent. trying to hold your best poker face.

he clocked onto your very readable expression, smiling almost to himself at how easy you gave yourself away.

“if ‘m not mistaken, i’d think you ‘n i weren’t done here.” joel wanted you to agree. wanted to bend you over against the wall and fuck you senseless. he was pussy-whipped after just half an hour.

the dilation of his pupils made all the color in his eyes dissolve into pure darkness, replacing all life with lust.

it made you blush, along with the feeling of tight denim pressing against your upper thigh. it was flattering to say the least.

a man twice your age practically pining for you. sudden, but it made your ego grow twice in size.

“i think you are mistaken.” you couldn’t let him know how much you wanted it. couldn’t let his head get too big.

you swore you almost cracked a smile out of him. one day you would.

even if it meant having his head between your thighs over and over again.

[foreid]

⋆˳ . ⋆ — “LIKE IT’S ALL MINE. . . !”

part 1 | part 2

wrd count: 2136

warnings: pure smut, breeding kink if you squint, fem!reader, pet names used, big dick josh!!!!!, p in v sex, 18+ content, hard teasing

a/n: finally a part 2!!! yay!! enjoy babies :3 not proofread, per usual >_<

“you’re already so worked up just from humping my leg?” josh breathed out a laugh, hands grabbing at your hips, firmly enough to leave bruises.

all you could do was grow small in embarrassment under him, causing your hips to slow and eventually come to a halt.

his words made you realize what you were actually doing and reality snapped back at you.

josh had a fat grin on his face and he shook his head in disapproval. “don’t stop now, keep going. maybe i’ll let you cum on my dick if you’re obedient.”

your head was spinning, by now you could hardly make out anything he was saying, mind haunted with disgustingly sexual thoughts.

but he wouldn’t just make a huge mess out of you for fun.

josh liked you.

he liked your face, body, and how bright you were; how much you stood out from everybody else. he found it so attractive and he was ready to pour all of those feelings inside of you.

along with something else.

the exposed skin on your warm back started to melt into the cold plaster of the wall, reminding him that he was still completely clothed.

that had to be out the way. now.

josh met his lips with yours again, mouth wet from how harsh he was sucking on your tits. a dream come true.

while kissing you, nice and slow, he started pulling his layers of clothing off, only breaking the kiss for a moment to take his shirt off.

you broke the kiss entirely though, hands still holding onto him just because if you let go, your weak knees would buck and you’d be a puddle on the floor.

“t-take… take off your pants.” a soft order came from your lips, he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his.

he tilted his head at you, like a confused dog. “why don’t you do it for me? hm, pretty girl?” he whispered to you, the words making you feel things deep in your stomach.

there was no need to ask twice.

you were already on your knees, the warmth of your tights battling against the cold floor.

by the time you could take in a deep breath, he was already teasing you.

“c’mon. i love the view but i have needs too, y’know?” josh said from above you as he ran a hand over the top of your head, giving you a gentle push towards his crotch.

it was evident in his tone now that he was just as needy and ready as you. maybe not as much as you but he was getting there.

your hand reached to unbuckle his belt, being gentle because it felt expensive. the noises of metal clanking and pants hitting the ground filled the room.

silence.

stunned is one word to explain the feeling of the sight in front of you.

joshua washington was big, big and tightly pressed against his navy blue calvin klein boxers, pre-cum leaking through the cloth and it was staring right at you.

this was a sight women die for.

the cold breeze of the room was hitting him because his entire demeanor had changed.

josh was flushed, grabbing at the hair on your head with more vice than before, breathing in staggered patterns.

you tugged at the waistband with delicacy, swallowing dryly as the thick seven inches in front of you bounced slowly.

with a hand, you grabbed at the base while your lips made their way around the pulsing tip.

the new contact wired a low groan out of josh’s mouth, knuckles now wrapping themselves into your hair.

you started off slow.

bobbing your head only enough to take less than a few inches in as your hands twisted and tugged on the parts that weren’t in your mouth.

his mouth was wide open, spurring out words of praise while his hands tried to push your head closer, simultaneously pushing his cock farther into your mouth.

“fuck…holy shit thats good, s’good…” his head fell back and a grin fell on his face at the sounds of you gagging all on him.

tears pricked your eyes like thorns, and taunting you for thinking you could handle something so big.

the quicker you sucked on it, the louder the noises of your choking were. it made your cheeks burn hot in embarrassment.

the closer he was to finishing, the quicker he ripped your head from him.

right when you were in the zone. what an asshole.

“h-huh? wha— what? was it bad?” you asked in pure confusion, eyes big and full of tears as you stared up at him.

josh shook his head, his chest heaving and breath hot. “the complete opposite. i just want to finish while fucking your pussy. not your mouth.”

every time he spoke like that, you were just left with your mouth half-open and brows raised, looking dumb founded.

all he could do was laugh.

he grabbed you from the floor, picking you up with ease and hooking your legs around his hips.

hands on the prize, he palmed your ass to hold you up as he started chewing up your neck, loving the taste and all the mewls you cried out.

he was rock hard. dick twitching and ready to burst just from feeling your bare tits on his skin.

but he had to stay strong, had to maintain himself so he could blow a mean load into your guts and clean up the mess.

like a respectful gentleman.

thought there was nothing gentle about the things he was about to do to you.

before you knew it, your back was slammed against the mattress and your shorts were being stripped off your body, all in one swift movement.

he carefully placed one of your feet on his shoulders, holding it there with his left hand.

the view was something straight out of some cheap porno.

his biceps tightening as he ripped open your tights right where your cunt was, his fingers of his free hand slowly sliding your panties to the side.

you twitched from under him, knees bucking as you felt a thick digit rubbing between your lips, teasing your clit.

a whine left your mouth, noises almost pornographic. so embarrassing how quick he could get you like this just from one finger.

and he wasnt even thrusting it yet.

“so wet ‘n pretty. didn’t even have to wet it before putting it inside.” he tutted, sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth to hold himself back from saying something that was almost disrespectful.

your eyes rolled into your skull, biting down on the tip of your acrylic nail to hold back a dramatic moan that was inching out of you.

“josh, just fuck me already. please”

he wanted it as bad as you did. but he was an asshole about shit so, of course he had to take the high road.

“not just yet, gotta get you ready for me.” his tone was cocky as hell. he knew how big he was and how dramatic you were. so if he tore you up, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

after a short moment, he sucked in a breath and scoffed. “fuck it.” he muttered almost to himself and quickly after, he grabbed at your hips, flipping you completely onto your stomach.

as if you’d run away, he forcefully pulled your hips up, leaving a sharp slap on the full skin of your ass through the tights.

you still felt every little thing, jumping and flinching at the burning pain; that still felt so fucking good.

once he realized he couldn’t get the full effect, he was ripping that section of the flimsy material too.

all in a few seconds, he was sliding your panties back to the side and grabbing himself, positioning his length right at your entrance.

a dazed chuckle left josh’s mouth and he’s practically drooling at the sight. “shit, baby. if only you could see how good this looks.”

your back was arched, leaving a sexy arc that made him dizzy to look at.

he never imagined actually having you like this. and it made him so eager to fill you up.

with a guttural moan at your tight walls soaking him in, he tried to slowly push in every inch.

which made everything feel ten times better.

he sucked in a sharp breath, biting on his bottom lip and making a writhed up expression at how good it felt.

you on the other hand, let out a harsh gasp when his tip was touching areas you never thought could be reached.

it made your head perk up from being stuffed in the bed, eyes wide and chest heaving.

“g’nna start— f-fuck— moving… now…” he could barely speak, groans interrupting his words as he started bucking his hips forward.

his hands grabbed at the fat on your hips, holding you in place.

your mouth was stuck in an ‘o’ shape, brows furrowed up and eyes shut as you felt every. damn. thing.

noises you didn’t even know you could make were being let out. and he was barely even fucking you the way he wanted to yet…

how embarrassing.

his dick was so good. you had goosebumps on every part of your body and you could hear your juices squelching every time he thrusted into you.

when he started to get used to the tight and wet feeling, a hand reached for the hair that rested over your neck, grabbing up a handful of it.

with this, all he could do was fuck into you harder, skin slapping as he bit on his bottom lip.

his dark green eyes were full of lust due to the way you just consumed every inch so well.

you were loud. telling him you couldn’t take it and babbling out a whole lot of nonsense.

it just felt too good.

“what’s wrong, baby? never had anyone fuck you this good? hm?… yeah i bet no one’s been appreciating this pretty pussy like they should be.” he groaned, looking at your body as if it was a renaissance painting, his free hand grabbing at the plush skin of your ass with every fiber in him.

safe to say the skin was tinted red with his hand print all over it.

the mix of pleasure and pain of being stretched out made you weak.

your brain was absolute mush and you were so cock drunk, his dick replacing the feeling of all the alcohol from earlier.

“j—! oh my— fuck…!” was all you could blabber out. you tried to respond but he was pulling your hair so harshly, causing your back to arch more than you physically could.

meaning he was hitting a whole new spot, with harsher movements and a faster pace. the new feeling made your mind completely black out.

you were left a loud, whiny and moaning mess.

josh had promised himself to not get too caught up in one thing on this trip.

but the alcohol and ways you were talking to him earlier into the night made his dick twitch in his pants for any kind of attention from just you.

the both of you were close.

he could feel your walls tightening around his cock so nicely, making him want to empty all the cum he could hold into you.

“shit— shit, y/n. ‘m gonna cum inside this pussy, yeah? gonna make you all mine, fill you up so nice.” he was spewing half-minded bullshit in between deep breaths, grabbing at your hair and your hip while his thrusts became more aggressive.

you were drooling everywhere, his words made you want to cum right then and there.

the sounds of wet skin slapping and the feeling of his balls slapping against your clit consumed all of your thoughts.

“c— cum..! g’nna cum.. fuck—!” your legs were trembling, voice shaky while you reached for your orgasm by fucking yourself on his dick, rutting your hips; gripping the bed sheets for stability.

could’ve sworn you were seeing stars. your vision started to enhance white sparks and your eyes were open as wide as they could go, a loud moan of his name slipped out of your mouth.

a few more pumps in and he was cumming deep inside of you, holding his dick as deep as it could go.

he finished with a baritone and low groan, biting at his bottom lip as he watched the cum overflow, slipping out of you and down your thighs.

the both of you lied there in sweat and with limp

limbs, one of his hands was still stuck to your ass, holding it as he rested on his back while you were on your stomach.

“you awake?” josh muttered to you in a bit of concern, breaking the silence.

when he heard soft breathing in replace of your voice, he figured that was his answer and got up to find something he could clean you up with.

tags: @someobsessionrequired @lanadelreyscokewhor3

[foreid]

⊹₊ ⋆ ㅤ— “FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE . .ᐟᅟ ”

part 1 | part 2

wrd count: 1304

warnings: smut, fem!reader x josh, dry-humping, drinking, josh is a pervert, semi-plot, make out, drunk reader, smutty indications, aggressive teasing

a/n : my bi-monthly drop!!!! wrote this for my dear friend adri, and me :3 but also because i just finished until dawn and this sexy man is EVERYWHERE… will be writing more of him soon. stay tuned ! ;)

you knew your limits when it came to alcohol, what you could handle and what you couldn’t.

but joshua washington had to be the world's best sweet talker. because you’d convinced everyone at the lodge you’d be the most sober.

now you were the only one slurring out a random song with an empty bottle of expensive vodka wrapped around your perfectly jeweled up and manicured hand.

“jooooosssshhhhh…” you slurred to him, clinging onto his bicep that felt oddly larger than usual. all he could do was give that signature sexy laugh and shake his head at you.

he was gentle with you, still obviously teasing but not to an extent.

the boy knew you weren’t 100% yourself when you got this drunk.

“mhm, that’s my name.” he said to you, the two of you weren’t necessarily separated from the group, but you weren’t close enough to be in their conversations.

that was always the case when the two of you were together.

but to him, close was never close enough.

you were rubbing your face all on his flannel, cheek chubbying up and only looking up at him through your eyelids.

eyes big and full of drunken content.

to him, you were just so pretty vulnerable.

the way he was looking down at you was almost straight out of a cheap porno.

his wide eyes, now low and full of an extreme emotion that your weak brain couldn’t understand.

but you had an idea that it was what you were wearing, not to toot your own horn.

soft layers: a tight white tank top stacked with a hot pink zip-up that had fur on the hood and graphics on the back, your tight denim shorts and fleece tights that were meant to keep you warm, but anyone with a right mind knew they were just for show.

technically… you had packed more outfits like this for the trip, but that’s because you weren’t expecting the cabin to be so bitterly cold.

so it wasn’t really even your fault.

in reality, you were dressing this way on purpose.

okay maybe you were dressed like this because you loved the attention.

the peering looks he gave you anytime you walked by, the snarky comments that left his perfect mouth.

who were you to blame? look at that man.

“feelin’ clingy tonight, huh?” he taunted, laughing in your face at the way you were holding onto him and gawking.

“me—? clingy? y’r funny, washington…” all you could do was stutter and stumble on your words.

he made you nervous and you were so intoxicated you could barely think before speaking.

holding him like this made you imagine all the possibilities. all the things you could be doing to each other right now.

and it almost felt like he was thinking the same, like you were always riding on the same wavelength.

you know something else you could ride on.

it was stupid to imagine but there’s always been a tension between you two, so thick and palpable that it left you knees-weak every time he flirted with you.

“let’s just cut the bullshit. c’mon.” before you could even process that he was talking to you, a rough set of calluses were wrapped around your forearm, tugging you somewhere in the lodge that you couldn’t quite comprehend.

the second you heard a door close behind you two, you realized you were in the master bedroom,

only knowing this due to the sudden change of temperature in the room compared to the living room.

“wha- aren’t they gonna n— notice that we’re gone?” you were confused, but you trusted him.

despite the evident look of hunger and lust in his eyes. you trusted yourself in his hands.

“i don’t care. i just needed to get you alone.” his mouth made its way to your ear, slowly, as his warm breath came to touch with your skin,

your body froze up at the sudden attention, making you feel warm. “y/n. almost years i’ve been fantasizing about you, ever since we met,” he paused and cautiously reached for your hips.

his hands were warm and you felt safe, once you processed his words you became putty in them.

“huh?”

was all you could mutter out, keeping yourself in place by grabbing onto his triceps, looking up at him through your full and wispy eyelashes.

“i’m sayin’ i wanna fuck you, pornstar. your skin is so soft and warm. i wanna know,” he paused to straighten himself up and look at you.

“i wanna know what it feels like inside that pussy of yours.”

drunk, he was drunk this had to be the drinks talking. there was no way this was real.

even if he was intoxicated, that didn’t stop his words from going straight in between your legs. arousal pooling onto your lacy panties.

could’ve sworn your eyes started to roll back at the dirty talk, he was so good at it too.

“y’don’t mean that—“ he quickly cut you off, pulling you in nice and personal and grabbing at the plush skin that was covered by tight denim. “i do. with every fiber in me, i swear i do.”

the physical attention was overwhelming, and the verbal one was even more intense. you didn’t know what else to do but to give in to something you’ve been praying for for so long.

you couldn’t even suck in a breath before he was crashing his lips onto yours.

it was a kiss that made you dizzy, you melted into it though, wrapping yourself onto him.

he led you backwards, kissing you still while he was walking, pressing your back against whatever wall was close; stabilizing you with his knee between your legs.

you were holding onto the hair on the back of his head for dear life, loving the hot and messy kiss so much that it turned you on.

all the sexual frustration of not getting any in almost a year turned you into some horn dog.

your head was spinning, you could barely make out a thought. josh’s hand began to unzip your jacket, sliding it off your body while his lips started roaming down your neck.

“i ca— can’t take it,” a whine slipped out of your lips, head turned to face away from him to hide away your embarrassment.

this didn’t stop him though, you felt him smile against your skin and only itch on more.

rutting your hips for you against his clothed leg while he started sucking ravishingly against your neck, josh himself could barely keep himself from grinning at how much he’s won.

josh was the type for messy and quick sex. but when he thinks of having it with you, he wants it hard and slow.

painfully slow. so he can make you take in everything, make you feel everything all at once.

his fingers started sliding off the straps of your tight shirt, lips starting to make contact with the plush skin of your breasts.

“so fuckin’ sexy. just like i imagined. you g’nna let me give it to you? hm?” he was teasing, words muffled by the way he had his lips wrapped around your nipple.

“god i can’t wait to fill you up. gonna tell chris how good this pussy is.” josh snickered, grinning at the mess he was making of you.

and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

he brought himself up to bite on your ear, hands teasing your breasts as your hips (which had minds of their own) kept grinding on his knee, the friction making your brain go into mush.

your mind was completely blown, blank and empty.

fingers were digging and wrinkling up his flannel as your mouth was agape.

you were all hot and bothered, needing and yearning for more.

if you felt this good only from foreplay, imagine how good being so full of his dick was gonna be.

you couldn’t wait.

you were letting out noises you didn’t even know you could make,

and he was barely getting started.