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She’s Like Morphine (Player 380 x F!Reader)

content warnings: smut | winners love winning | fingering | cunnilingus | not proofread! | out of game AU | punk rocker! semi x f!reader

character: se-mi (player 380)

A/N: this was requested to me through my messages! i was already planning on writing for se-mi so it works out perfectly :) hope you guys enjoy!

thanks to @elixk1tten for the request!

MDNI! 18+ content ahead, reader discretion is advised

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it was supposed to be a typical friday-night gig. the same old routine. se-mi had grown accustomed to seeing a pretty girl out in the crowd every now and then, but this time, this time it was different. she felt totally unprofessional because for the first time in her whole career of being a punk musician, she couldn’t take her eyes off of one person in the crowd in this dingy little dive bar…

and of course that person, was you.

you had caught se-mi’s eye from the moment she clocked you in the crowd after performing the first song. she no longer felt like she was performing just for the sake of it as usual in that moment, but she felt as though she had to impress you, specifically. like she was singing for you. she knew that she just had to get to you after the performance was done.

after the crowd of regulars dispersed from asking for photos and autographs with se-mi, she kept her eyes peeled for you amongst the many bar patrons. to many this would seem futile, as this dive bar was completely packed. but she had practically memorized your face the moment she got a good look at you out in the crowd. she had hoped that maybe you had stuck around, so she could have a chance to put a name to the face that stunned her.

lucky for her, you had indeed chosen to stick around. se-mi wasn’t the only one who was mystified with the person she saw that night, as that was exactly how you felt when she walked up to centre stage. you felt your cheeks grow hot when she looked at you, and you could tell she was looking right at you, it wasn’t a coincidence. you pretended not to notice as se-mi approached you, nervously trying to act as though you were staring into your drink and definitely not thinking the wholly inappropriate thoughts that you definitely were.

“so, did you enjoy the show?” she chuckled, causing you to jump in your seat a bit, you turned around swiftly and realized just how closely she was actually standing next to you. you stared blankly for a moment, trying to compose yourself, before she cocked her head and asked “you alright?”

“yeah! yeah, i’m okay.” you laughed nervously, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you tried your best not to make too much eye contact. “yeah, i really loved the show.” se-mi smiled, and proceeded to ask if she could sit down, to which you quickly accepted. why wouldn’t you?

“what’s your name?” my, she was rather quick to start getting to know you, wasn’t she. you were so used to people trying to hit on you without at least getting your name first that her formality shocked you. “my name?” you echoed, earning another snicker from se-mi. “what, did you forget your own name or something?” she teased, you could feel your cheeks warm up again with embarrassment. “i’m sorry, it’s (Y/N).” you apologized, bowing your head slightly. “don’t do that, you don’t have anything to apologize for.” she said reassuringly. “i guess you’re used to assholes just coming onto you without a proper introduction, huh.”

you were dumbfounded by how well she was reading you, it’s not exactly like you had a poker face by any means but her accuracy was astounding. “how did you guess?” you rolled your eyes jokingly, taking a sip of your drink. se-mi looked you up and down before blatantly saying “well it’s pretty obvious given how gorgeous you are, i’m sure you’ve got fools tripping over themselves for you all the time.” you chuckled a bit, before tucking your hair behind your ear (a classic move i know), and thanking her. “you know, i don’t usually do this… but i was thinking something.” she started, leaning in a bit so you could hear her better. “how about you come backstage? i’d love to get to know you better, y’know, one on one.” she placed her hand on your thigh at saying the last bit, causing your temperature to spike tenfold, you were positive.

“really?” you stammered, trying not to explode at the contact she just closed between you two. “are you…are you even allowed to have me back there? i don’t have a backstage pass..” se-mi giggled and looked out into the crowd. “yeah usually that would be a problem,” she looked back at you, once more giving you the up-down, “but i think i can make an exception for you.”

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of all the things you expected to happen tonight, being underneath a super hot, punk rocker with her knee between your legs was the very last thing you could have thought. it was a surprise you could even focus on thinking about how you got to this point when you had se-mi marking up your neck, biting softly every once and again. your eyes were practically glazed over as she slid her ringed hands up your shirt and beneath your bra, fingers playing with your nipples. you cried out at the cold sensation of her fingers over your breasts but at the same time you’ve never felt so good. she released herself from your neck and smirked down at you.

“you feeling good?” se-mi asked almost smugly as she toyed with the buttons on your shirt, attempting to break through to what she wanted underneath. you shook your head, barely being able to formulate a sentence before she pressed her knee into your crotch. “i’m gonna need words, baby.” something about her voice just drove you insane, as if in a trance you responded almost instantly. “god, yes.” you moaned out, grabbing at her shirt and pulling her in for a kiss. you could feel se-mi chuckle against your lips, before pulling back and taking off her own shirt. you don’t know why but the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath shocked you, but what she was about to do would shock you even further.

se-mi kissed down your torso all the way to the zipper of your jeans, to which she looked up at you as if waiting for an “okay”, which you gave. she then took the zipper in between her teeth and pulled all the way down, looking up at you all the while. you felt your core heat up as she unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off, revealing a black, lacy pair of panties. she looked up at you with a smirk and a raised brow. “you were so hoping something like this would happen, weren’t you?” se-mi snickered. you blushed and turned away, but she only laughed before affixing your leg above her shoulder. “no fault there, i’m not about to judge someone for being prepared.”

you squeezed your eyes shut, too nervous to maintain eye contact as she pulled your panties to the side to reveal just how soaked she had gotten you. “shit, how quickly did you get like this?” she asked, practically forcing you to open your eyes. “i..um..” you were well beyond the point of speaking a full sentence now. “i dunno… just need you.” se-mi could feel how desperate you were for her, hell the evidence was literally right in front of her face, and she decided to get a taste of just exactly how much you needed her.

your back forcibly arched as she licked up your pussy, you could tell she wanted to take her time with you and god, you hoped she did. she drew moans and whimpers from you as she sucked on your clit, moaning while she did so herself. you took a handful of her black hair in your hand when she eventually inserted two fingers into your hole, still sucking and licking and your clit. her motions were slow and deliberate, she wanted you to feel every thrust as she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

“ ‘s too- too much.. ‘m gonna.. ‘m gonna…” you managed to utter through your whines, she released herself from your clit, fingers still working your pussy. “you’re gonna what, sweetheart?” she taunted, her motions growing quicker as tears formed in your eyes. “‘m so close, p—lease!” you cry out. feeling your walls clench around her fingers, she could definitely tell. “you’re gonna cum?” se-mi repeated, growing breathy herself. “yeah? then do it. cum for me.” she ordered, going back to sucking and licking your clit. you were practically seeing stars at this point, thoughts and sense be damned, all you could think about was how good se-mi was making you feel, and you did not want her stopping.

your legs began to shake and your grip on her hair had not loosened, you clenched down on her fingers once more before coming off the edge. se-mi’s pace finally slowed down and before you knew it, she had moved from your pussy to your lips, kissing you softly. you could taste yourself on her lips, but you were so far gone you certainly did not care. se-mi took in the state of you and chuckled, before putting her shirt back on and laying you across her lap.

“how about next time, you go down on me?” she suggested, combing her hands through your hair. you nodded, still in a daze. you couldn’t think of anything else but her.

se-mi was like a drug, she was your morphine.

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thanks for reading! and as usual advice and constructive criticism are always appreciated and requested, I’m constantly looking for ways to improve my writing :>

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"when my time comes around"

chapter one

an outer banks x the hunger games au! ⋆₊˚⊹ ࿔⋆

synopsis: a katniss everdeen and peeta mellark retelling. or, how jj maybank fell in love with you during the 74th hunger games.

warning(s): death, anxiety, alcohol, swearing, angst (and your typical hunger games violence) jj maybank x fem!reader

⋆₊˚⊹ ࿔⋆ hi again! decided to procrastinate doing my school work to write this, so hopefully someone enjoys it! it’s been lots of fun writing an idea that’s been stuck in my head for soooo long. but, again, i’m so out of my depth here, i actually have no clue what i’m doing and i suuuuck at writing dialogue, so i’m sorry if this is awful :( the title’s from “work song” by hozier

IT WAS THE HOTTEST DAY OF THE YEAR, like Reaping Day usually was. Maybe it was because everyone was already on edge and the fear made the air feel thicker, or maybe it was because the world was cruel and of course the hottest day of the year would be the one where everyone had to stand in the sun for hours for the Reaping Ceremony. Walking down the second-floor stairs of his house, JJ could already feel the heat, along with the hand squeezing his heart that he always felt whenever he was home. It was always worse in the mornings, after waking up and realizing that the world was even worse than the one of his dreams. A living nightmare. 

Walking by the kitchen, he sees it – a cup of coffee sitting on the kitchen counter. Surely it was cold by now, but it didn’t matter, because JJ wouldn’t drink it. It was never there unless it was Reaping Day. On every other day of the year, Luke wouldn’t care about his son, and if he did, he never showed it. But on this day, he was reminded that JJ could have the same fate as him, could also be reaped into the Hunger Games. So, the coffee was his personal message to him, good luck, don’t get reaped.

Closing the door behind him on the way out, he takes a look at the Victor’s Village. Like always, it was empty, cold, and wrong. JJ hated to see it, hated to acknowledge it, and he couldn’t help but look down at the ground whenever he was making his way in or out. Not only it was a fucked-up reminder that the Hunger Games existed, but it was also lonely. Him and his father, Luke Maybank, the winner of the 56th Hunger Games, were the only two people that lived there, and most of the times, Luke wasn’t even around. He spent most of his time mentoring the District Twelve tributes (and failing to replicate his win each year, of course), or getting drunk somewhere. 

Guess he didn’t like the reminders that came with the house, either. How many children had died for it? How many people had his father killed so he could come back home?

Pressing a hand to his chest to try and stop the familiar aching, he decides to take the long way towards the meadow, so he could walk around the Seam. He spent most of his time wanting to get as farther away from the Victor’s Village as possible, so all of his memories were made on these streets. His eyes were snatching at the details of the place he truly grew up on – there was a spot near the Hob where his friends laughed and tripped after drinking for the first time when they were fourteen, there was the spot where he had his first kiss with a ginger girl that got reaped a few years ago, and the houses of his friends, always warmer and more welcoming than his own. 

He imagined his parents walking the same streets he was walking right now when they were younger, clueless about what life would bring to them, but happy. He knew life on the Seam wasn’t easy, and even though he hadn’t experienced it firsthand, he had seen enough to predict what his parents went through back then. Still, it was a small comfort to imagine them at sixteen, holding hands and smiling despite their tough lives. He liked to wonder which spots were their favorites, which ones brought the warmest memories to mind, which ones they would point at and share stories about. Luke never spoke about his life, not from before or after he won the Hunger Games. And he never talked about her. JJ’s mother.

So even though everything in the Seam was old, decaying and simple, it felt like home to him. It was home.

But on his walk down to the meadow, he also sees mothers crying, trying to console their anxious children. He sees teenagers like himself doing as much house work as they can, just in case they get picked and there’s no one around to help out their families. And in that moment, JJ feels bad that he didn’t take the quicker way to the meadow. He was trying to walk away from the cruel reminders of the Hunger Games, but he should know better. There were reminders everywhere, especially today.

A few minutes later, he already feels much lighter as he walks through the woods outside the District Twelve fence. The path is familiar, and he knows in his heart that he could be completely blind and he still would know his way to the meadow. His feet would know how to take him there, always. To his favorite spot.

He remembers the first time Kiara made them go into the meadow. The Covey have always felt a deep connection to nature, so she grew up exploring this place and, once she trusted them enough, she showed them her favorite places. The big weeping willow that was now their designated spot, the lake where they learned how to swim when they were thirteen, the blueberry bush where they hid liquor bottles and other precious belongings, the fallen log that acted as a balance beam and where they would challenge each other, trying to cross it with their eyes closed. 

On that first day, after Kiara had made sure they got a full tour, they sat down eating as many blueberries as they could, and JJ remembers feeling like he finally belonged somewhere. Not only in the peaceful place, so different from everything he knew at that point, but also with his friends. His family. His people.

The meadow became their safe haven, where they could get away from anything or anyone, and they quickly started to make excuses to visit, creating little rituals they would follow every year. They would always go to the lake on the first day of summer, they always got drunk there on their birthdays, and they always spent the morning of Reaping Day together, laughing, joking, drinking. It was their own good luck ritual, and it had worked so far. They were eighteen now, and today was the last Reaping Day they would be a part of. Just one more, and they would be free of the Hunger Games.

“There he is!” John B calls out, already buzzed from the white liquor bottle sitting beside him. The brown-haired boy was his first friend, and quickly became the closest thing he had to a brother. “What took you so long, man?” he laughs, patting JJ’s shoulder once he sits down next to him.

“Took the long way here. Not like I missed much, huh?” JJ replies, lifting the half-full bottle and taking a big gulp from it. Like usual, the drink burned as it went down his throat, but they were all used to it by now. He remembers the first couple of the times they drank the stuff, forcing it down their throats just to get buzzed. A couple of years later, JJ actually liked it. Plus, they would all needed it for today.

“Nah, not yet.” John B takes the bottle back from him, and takes a gulp. “But Sarah’s bringing your favorite girl, so it’s good you got here first. Don’t be an asshole, okay? Actually try to be nice this time.” JJ scoffs under his breath, and from his friend’s sarcastic tone and warning, he immediately knows knows who John B’s girlfriend is bringing. The sweet-natured, privileged daughter of the couple who owned the Apothecary. You.

You and Sarah had lived next to each other your entire lives and have been best friends since you learned how to walk. He actually liked Sarah. Even though it took him a little time to warm up to her, she’s been hanging out with the group for the better part of a year, ever since her and John B surprised the entirety of District Twelve and started dating. It was odd to see a girl from Town and a boy from the Seam together, but they made it work. And he should like you. You were kind, generous, and… easy enough on the eyes, he guessed. Not that it mattered. Letting people in had never been easy for him, especially people like you. How could you be that nice? That naive? 

“Yeah, she’s always great to us” Pope says, picking up the bottle and taking a sip. “And every time you talk to her, it’s just to call her sheltered.” 

“Because she is” JJ mutters, trying to defend himself. 

Kiara crosses her arms, shooting him a look. “She’s a sweetheart” her tone is sharper than usual. “Just… shut up if you can’t be nice for five seconds.” 

JJ shakes his head with another scoff, but he doesn’t say anything else. He remembers one of the first times he noticed you. It was a cold winter day when you were both eleven, your hair was much shorter than now, and you had a thick coat on. You willingly decided to lent it to a classmate whose hands were red from the cold, saying that you couldn’t even feel it, and that he could return it the next day. JJ remembers thinking that it was a stupid decision – of course the boy wasn’t going to give it back. But there you were, trembling, convinced he’d bring it back the next day. He never saw you wear that coat again. 

After that, he paid more attention to you, convinced that losing the coat would be the thing that finally made you understand how the world worked. He waited for the change, for the day where you turned bitter and wary like everyone else. But that didn’t happen. You stayed the same.

The first time you both talked, he was fourteen and making his way to the meadow after a rough day. His father had been drinking, like usual, and threw most of their cups on the ground as he yelled at him. He didn’t remember why. Maybe Luke didn’t even have a reason to yell, he just did. JJ tried to pick up the glass shards, only to cut his hand while doing so. It took fifteen more minutes to clean everything up, and while he was doing it, all JJ could think about was sneaking out of the house and head to the meadow. His father had been passed out on the couch when he left.

As he walked past the fence and into the forest, he saw you. Your hair was shining in the afternoon sun, and you were wearing a light blue dress and carrying a big basket. JJ felt like he was dreaming. Why were you there? Going past the fence was illegal, and if there was one thing he knew about you, even without having talked to you, was that your family was extremely law-abiding. He furrowed his brows, standing there for a minute. You hadn’t noticed him there yet. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice filled with distrust. 

“Shit! Oh my god. You scared me to death!” you press a hand to your heart and chuckle softly. The day before, your parents had used most of their supplies after a mining accident injured a few man, and you wanted to make sure the Apothecary was restocked, just in case anything else happened. Normally, Jasper would be the one to come into the meadow to pick plants and sell them to your parents. He came from a family of hunters, but always said he wasn’t any good for the job. So, he had struck a deal with the Apothecary a few years before, where he could make a little money and your parents could have their supplies without the risk of getting caught by the peacekeepers. But things changed last year, when he had been picked to participate in the Hunger Games at seventeen. Now, you were the one that had to do his job. 

“I’m picking plants. For the Apothecary. My parents work there” you say, even though he probably knew it already. You had caught him looking at you a few times, always with a look that made you think he was trying to figure you out. Which, was weird to you, of course, since you weren’t a mystery at all. You watched him too, because he was the mystery. You had noticed how different he was from when he was walking with his friends (crooked smile on his face, lighter steps, jokes rolling from the tip of his tongue), to when he was alone (quiet, shoulders dropped, haunted look on his face), and always wondered what went through his head in those moments. But you had never talked to him. Until now. “What are you doing here?” 

He didn’t have a basket to pick up plants, he didn’t have any weapons to hunt animals, he was just standing there, looking at you like you were the odd element there. “This is illegal, y’ know? Shouldn’t someone like you never step foot outside the fence? What would your parents think of seeing their golden girl here?” he asked, his voice sharp.��And there it was, the look again. His brow slightly furrowed, his mouth turned down. Why was he looking at you like that? You had told him exactly why you were there. 

You furrow your eyebrows too, mimicking him. “I know, I… don’t plan on staying too long. But we need the supplies. We used practically all of it after what happened yesterday. And, uh… the person who did this for us isn’t here anymore” your voice catches at the end. You missed Jasper. He was funny, and kind, and never treated you like a child, always ruffling your hair and telling you how smart you were. He didn’t deserve what he got. You refused to watch the games that year, but you heard people talking about how brutal his death had been. It makes you sick to your stomach even thinking about it. 

He nods, once, but still keeps the same scowl on his face. “There’s nothing dangerous here, y’ know. They only keep the fence up to control us. You can stay as long as you like” he mutters, almost spitting the words. He doesn’t know why he says it. It’s not like he wants you around. But deep down, he’s a little curious to test the limits of your precious rules.

“I know” you say, your voice soft as you choose to ignore the edge in his tone. You reach down to collect another plant, a yellow flower he recognizes vaguely, but he had no idea what it was or what you’d even use it for. “But it’s still illegal.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “So what? You’re just fine with the fence, their rules? Letting some Capitol bastard tell us where we can and can’t go?” 

You glance up at him, the task of picking arnica flowers lost in the moment. “No. But what can I do to change it? They say it’s illegal. So I guess it is” you shrug. 

JJ gives you a bitter chuckle. “Figures. The golden girl plays by the rules even when she knows they’re wrong. Should’ve guessed that one.” his tone is quieter, like he’s saying it to himself. Like you’re not right in front of him and can hear everything. You hesitate, wondering how he can resent you this much already. But your eyes fall to his hand, noticing the blood on his palm, probably from a cut. He doesn’t seem to notice, or care, that it was bleeding. “Hey. What happened to your hand? Need any help?” 

That catches him off guard. He’d been expecting some kind of comeback, maybe a scoff or a sharp reply. He didn’t expect you to offer help. “Don’t bother” he snaps, and before you can say anything else, he’s already walking away, disappearing into the trees. Every other time both of you talk, it’s with the others around. He wouldn’t know what to say to you. You’re so different from him. 

“Hi!” Sarah walks towards the group, a big smile on her face, with you in tow. You give them a small smile, but JJ can tell there’s a nervous edge to it. He wonders if it’s because of the Reaping Ceremony later that day, or if it’s because you’re still scared to be caught and punished for breaking the law. “We have cookies!” the blonde girl happily mentions, reaching down to press a kiss onto her boyfriend’s lips.

You chuckle softly, showing the others the little bag from the bakery in Town. When Sarah told you about the group’s tradition and tried extremely hard to convince you to join them, you wanted to bring them something to wish them good luck. When you walked by the bakery on your way to the meadow, it seemed fitting to bring the cookies. Now you were a little nervous, scared that the other teenagers would see it as a silly gesture. 

But that’s when Kiara gets up, chuckling and throwing her arms around you. “Oh, I love you both, sweet girls” she eagerly takes the bag from your hands, opening it. “Yes! They’re still warm!” she praises happily. You were thankful that Sarah hadn’t forgotten about you once she started dating John B and hanging out with his friends, and introduced you to them. JJ was still wary of you every time, but the other two boys were friendly. And Kiara was the one that welcomed you with open arms. In just two weeks of meeting her, she had taken you to her house so you could meet the rest of the Covey, she taught you the songs they couldn’t play in public, and she danced and laughed with you. She made you feel like you actually belonged to their group, and weren’t just there because of Sarah.

Even then, you still felt like a bit of an outsider. You were sitting next to Kiara, silently eating your cookie and chuckling at their jokes, when she passes you the liquor bottle. You shake your head softly. “What? You don’t drink?” she asks, but her tone doesn’t hold any malice to it. She’s just genuinely curious. 

“Not really, no.” you reply. Making and selling alcohol was illegal under Capitol law, and even though people broke that rule all the time, you’d never tried it. When you were younger, your parents sat you down and told you a story about a boy who got whipped and thrown into the Peacekeepers’ base just for carrying liquor. Since you were already breaking the law by sneaking past the fence to restock the Apothecary supplies, your parents made you promise not to make it worse for yourself.

“Obviously” JJ says before he can stop himself. “Wouldn’t want to break any rules. It’s not like the peacekeepers are the first ones in line to buy the stuff” his fingers toy with the lighter he carries everywhere, his thumb rolling over the edge, flicking it open and shut. John B lets out a small, almost imperceptible sigh. So much for the warning to be nice.

Your hand finds the hem of the yellow dress you’re wearing, twisting the fabric before letting it fall into place again. You blink slowly, trying to swallow the sting of his comment. You didn’t get it. You’d always tried to be nice, eager for them to like you, and you mostly kept to yourself whenever the group hung out, not wanting to seem boring or dull compared to them. Why did he always have to make comments like that?

For a moment, you let your feelings slip. The way he’d said “obviously” in that mocking tone, like he knew you so well. But he didn’t. JJ Maybank didn’t know you at all. You were already breaking the rules just by being there, sitting in the meadow. “Maybe�� after the Reaping Ceremony? We could drink to finally being free from it.” you glance at Kiara, offering her a practiced smile.

She shoots a glance at JJ, who’s busy toying with his lighter, before smiling at you again. “Yeah, of course. Oh! That reminds me…” she reaches into her bag, pulling a necklace from it. The cord is a worn shoelace, and hanging from it is a thin circle of scrap metal, with your initial scratched into it. You run your thumb over it when she hands it to you, feeling a genuine smile slipping onto your face, whatever JJ had said already slipping from your mind. 

She had told you about the necklaces before – how in Covey tradition, every piece of jewelry meant something. One of her uncles had taught her the basics of working with metal scraps, and she had made necklaces for each of her friends, calling them her “honorary Covey”. You hadn’t expected her to make one for you. Now, there it was, in your hand, and your heart felt so full that it almost hurt. “Kie, no way. I- Thank you” you say, your voice catching. You turn to Sarah sitting next to you, who’s already wearing a similar necklace, and ask her quietly to help you put in on.

“And here” Kiara tosses JJ a necklace with a small arrowhead dangling from the shoelace. “No letter, like you asked.” 

He catches it with one hand, his reflexes quick. He looks at the necklace for a moment, a smile spreading across his face, his dimple showing. “Thanks, Kie. This is way cooler than the initial thing” 

Kiara rolls her eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah… you’re welcome, jackass” she teases. Deep down, she’s extremely happy that all of her friends are wearing something she made herself. Her honorary covey, indeed.

After a while, Sarah nudges your leg. “Shouldn’t you get going?” she asks.

“Shit. Yeah, I do. Sorry guys. My parents wanna see me before… y’know…” you trail off, feeling bad for reminding them of what’s to come. You get up and start to make your way back to the fence, calling out to them. “I’ll see you guys later?” 

The others offer kind words and promises to celebrate with you after the Reaping Ceremony is over. But JJ stays silent, his eyes glaring at you as he wonders what it’s like to have parents like yours. Parents that care, that actually want to see you and talk to you every day. Not like his, who just leaves him a cold cup of coffee on the counter and calls it a day.

By midday, all the kids from twelve to eighteen are lined up in the Town Square, waiting for the Reaping Ceremony to officially start. They’re playing the same propaganda videos they show every year – highlighting the best moments from last year’s victor, the war that happened almost a century ago, and explaining why the Hunger Games exist. According to the Capitol, it’s a fair punishment, for the good of everyone. 

It’s hot outside, and the air feels heavy with fear. No one wants to be picked, but it’s a fate they can’t escape. Two kids are going to be chosen, and they’re most likely going to die.

Last year, a few kids caused a scene when their friend was chosen, so this time, to prevent any more chaos, everyone’s lined up by their last name, in alphabetical order. Two random guys stand next to JJ, but he’s lost in his thoughts, staring at his shoes as the video plays in the background. He’s so tired of this day already. He tries to picture the peacefulness of the meadow, the grass, the sounds of the birds chirping, his friends laughter as they walk towards it. But it doesn’t work. He can still feel his heartbeat quickening. The waiting was always the worst.

Valentina Valmont starts speaking from the stage, her voice ringing out against the anxious silence of the square. She’s wearing a red dress that reaches the floor, with so many ruffles that she could be mistaken by a rose. JJ’s never been a fan of the Capitol, but this woman is a special case. Her voice is screechy, her hands always move like she’s reciting a poem, and her outfits get even more ridiculous each year.

“Citizens of District Twelve, welcome to this year’s Reaping Ceremony!” she opens her arms wide, as if expecting applause for herself and the absurdity of the event. “Today marks an historic day, where two lucky individuals will be given the big honor of joining Panem’s great legacy!” she gestures towards the Capitol’s symbol on the big screen, and then walks towards the glass bowl, picking a random slip of paper.

JJ’s fingers twitch at his side, his chest tightening. The chances of it being someone he knows are extremely slim, but the thought is still there, making him anxious. What if it’s Kiara? The friend who made him necklaces, who shared the meadow with him, the place that has become his favorite in the whole world. How could he ever walk there again if she was chosen? What if it’s Sarah? What would John B do?

Then, it happens. A name is called, but he doesn’t register it. He was so lost in his thoughts, the ringing loud in his ears and the heat suffocating him, that he didn’t even catch whose name was called. The crowd lets out a collective small gasp, and he sees the movement of heads turning. His skin turns cold, and he blinks once, twice, trying to focus his eyes. It only registers for him when he sees the yellow dress. It’s you.

You’re still frozen in place, feeling your skin burn as everyone’s eyes are on you. The escort repeats your name again, in a happy tone, like she understands that you’re probably so excited to join Panem’s great legacy that you can’t even move from your spot. The peacekeepers slowly start to move towards you, ready to drag you away to the stage if necessary. Slowly, you feel your feet moving against your will, one of your hands reaching anxiously for the pendant on your necklace.

JJ couldn’t believe it. Just this morning, he had seen you smile and chuckle. And now, your eyes were wide, full of fear and horror, as you made your way to the stage. He doesn’t get why it hits him so hard, why he felt his heart drop as his gaze followed you. But he does. His jaw clenches and his throat tightens. You don’t deserve this. No one does.

Everyone else looks like they’ve seen a ghost. You were known for being kind, always around the Apothecary helping out, offering everyone a sweet smile and some kind words. No one wanted to see you die a brutal death in the Hunger Games, broadcasted for the Capitol’s entertainment.

JJ has never felt more powerless in his life than in that moment. Before he can acknowledge it, Valentina’s voice rings out again, the microphone amplifying the shrill of her voice. “And now, it’s time for the boys!”

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hear me out…

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Pairing: sub!male character x dom!reader

Warnings: dacryphilia, pet names (good boy….. 😈), handjob

Author’s note: this was a draft I had that I never posted so it might be a little.. eugh… but I did some grammatical editing and added some parts in here and there

“A-ah..! F-feels.. feels so good!” He cries as he writhes, shifting side to side. He grips the sheets so hard it looks like he’s in excruciating pain but his pleas for more tell you it’s not pain, but pleasure.

You continue to jerk him off, picking up the pace and slowing down occasionally to give his leaky pink tip some extra attention. Of course, you know just what he likes.

“Good job, baby.” You coo at him, and he manages to curve the corners of his lips into a small smile although he’s on the verge of tears. He looked so beautiful like this, with his usually neatly combed hair ruffled in all different ways. You’ve been edging him for what? A few hours now, maybe? But it seems like he’s not willing to stop, at least not until he reaches that sweet release.

“Y/N.. please.. please let me cum.” The disheveled boy begs you, and his desperate pleas go straight to your core. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the minute, but you know you have to take care of your darling boy first.

“I know, I know. Soon, okay? Can you please hold on a little longer? For me?” He nods slowly, looking desperately into your eyes as you lay next to him. You run your hands up and down his toned thighs, inching closer to play with his balls.

He throws his head side to side, eyes beginning to tear up. “H-hurts.. please.. n-need..” he looks up at you, begging for that release.

You slow the pace to an excruciatingly painful speed, flicking your wrist over the tip. You can’t help but smile at the lewd sight.

“A-ah! F-fuck! I can’t, please I can’t!” He pleads. His hips begin bucking up and you allowing him to keep fucking into your hands.

“You can baby. I promise I will let you cum. just a little longer, okay?

“But.. y-you said that before.. n-need to c-um.. need to cum now! Please..” The boy cries. You do feel bad, maybe you’ve been too hard on him. He’s always been a good boy for you, obedient and polite. Always listening and trying his hardest to please you. But you just can’t help yourself, he looks so delicious when he’s in this fucked out state.

“Aww.. my poor baby. I’m sorry.” Tears drop from his eyes and he leans up, yearning for your comfort. You take your free hand and hold him tight, your other hand still jerking him off mercilessly. Slowly, you lay him back down on his back, and play with his nipples the way he likes.

Your eyes light up at the sight of the teardrops rolling down his face. The fact that he’s crying from the pleasure, the overwhelming pleasure is so.. insane.

But you love it.

It’s almost like you want to make him cry. You want him to beg for more. You want him to whine and whimper because of you.

“You don’t have to wait any longer okay? You’ve been such a good boy for me.” His eyes light up at the praise, and his moans and whimpers get louder. You lean down and place little kisses all over his body, focusing on his extremely sensitive neck. He opens up to give you move access, whining as you lick and tease the area.

“Please c-call me that again..” You tilt your head, acting clueless.

“Hmm? Call you what again? Use your words baby.”

“..s-sorry. G-good boy. Call me.. a good boy.. please Y/N.” You smile at his use of words, as he usually refrains from voicing what he wants.

“I see. My good boy? You’re my good boy.” He moans each time it rolls off your tongue, insisting your voice is like honey to him. He’s always been a sucker for praise and compliments, although he tries to hide it sometimes.

“Is this okay, my good boy?”

“Mmf.. yes.. yes. Wait. F-faster, please.” Complying with his request, you pick up the pace slightly, careful not to stimulate him too much. You know that he’s getting closer and closer to that release he’s been desperately yearning, as his moans and whimpers quiet down.

“Baby.. you okay?” You know better than anyone that he’s fine, great even, you just want to tease him a little. He can’t do anything else but nod.

He goes quiet for a few seconds until he’s finally pushed over the edge.

“Oh sh-shit. C-cumming! C-cumming! Y/N!” He chants your name like a mantra as his cock releases quick spirts of cum, staining his stomach and your hand. You stroke him through his high, causing him to twitch slightly, his mouth agape the entire time.

“Ngh.. fu-fuck.. Y/N..” He moans out your name, and to your surprise, he’s still rutting into hand, overstimulating himself. He cries out but he doesn’t stop moving. You begin to slow down after a little bit, but it seems he doesn’t want his high to end just yet.

“Love… love you.. Y/N. So-so much.. A-ahh! So good to me..” whenever he’s orgasming, he tends to mumble sweet nothings over and over again, like he doesn’t have control over his conscience. You know he truly means it though.

“I love you too.” His chest heaves as you place kisses all over his face and chest.

When he finally comes down from his high, his face flushes red. You always need to remind him that how he acts during it is nothing to be embarrassed of, and that you love him regardless.

“Okay.. your turn? I can’t be the only one that gets off..”

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can you do the back in time thing with slash except the older ver is like..cringing at how whiny and submissive the younger one is?😭

A/n: After everything today I figured you guys could use this

Warnings: Smut, doublestuffed, slight masturbation, riding, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Loud, whiny moans filled the room, usually it was because of you, Slash pounding you from behind, but this time it was him. Just younger him. "Come on, she's just riding you, it's not even that fast." The older man you had grown used to grumbled, struggling to palm himself through his jeans while you were on top of another... him.

"S'not-not my- hah- not my fault..." The younger man said, doing his best to keep his voice steady. His wrists were handcuffed to the bedposts and he was squirming under you. You were barely even riding him, just grinding against him while cockwarming him.

"Your cock got bigger." You said, looking back to Slash who was watching the seen too closely.

He chuckled and shook his head. "I don't think so, but I don't remember being this fucking annoying." The younger of the two let out a whine.

He'd sucked his plump bottom lip between his teeth, biting into it in an attempt to quiet himself but it was no use, he was just being too loud. You looked back to him, smiling softly.

You brought your hand to his face, cupping his warm cheek and wiping a tear from his glassy eyes. "Don't worry, sweetheart, gonna make you feel all good and fuzzy inside." He wasn't a virgin, like many others Slash lost that card when he was young, didn't make him any less of a bitch in his twenties.

"Hah- ngh... Ha-how did you end up with him- with-with me..?" He could barely speak with how fast his breathing was coming out. You were much younger than Slash, closer to the youngers age, but you loved him and he loved you just as much.

You leaned down and kissed him, only feeling the olders gaze harden as he glared at you both. He was already pissy you weren't riding him, you seriously had to give into what he used to be? "Because he fucks me right." You said simply, moving your hips faster.

"Oh-! Hah- mh, fuck!" Slash moaned, his head rolling back. The cuffs clinked as he tugged on them, squirming more. His cock was twitching in your cunt, aching for releasing no matter how hard he tried to last longer.

The older Slash couldn't take it anymore, undoing his fly and pushing them down enough for his cock to spring out, one thing that never changed was his commando style.

He got behind you, you were focused on watching the younger crumble beneath you, his loud moans echoing off the walls with your softer sounds. Slash's hands found your hips and only then do you look back at him.

He had a dark glint in his eye as he pushed between you and his younger self. "Slash-" you started, only to be cut up when he forced his cock into you. Just the tip squeezed in but it stretched you out. Slash was already rather thick, and having two of him in you at once? You were being torn in two and getting off to every second of it.

Your moans got louder, eyes fluttering as Slash pounded into you at a brutal pace, needing to keep his spot, show who you really belonged to. He saw that look in your eye when his younger self was crying just from you riding him, how much you enjoyed being dominant. He wasn't opposed to you being dominant, he just needed to make sure you knew if you were going to do that, it was because he was letting you.

Their dicks were rubbing against each others inside you, your gummy walls clenching around them. Slash was a moaning mess, whining and begging to cum under you while tears rolled down his cheeks. "Please! Please, lemme cum, oh god, please!" He begged, raspy voice broken with little sobs.

"Yes, cum inside me, sweetheart." You urged, smiling down at him. You already felt so full of them both, their cum swishing around your womb was the cherry on top.

"Don't you fucking dare." Slash said through gritted teeth behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you off the youngers cock. He held you tight to his chest while the others sobs got louder, pathetic cock twitching against his abdomen, all blushing and achy.

Slash knew where to hit, he knew what you liked, and he did it good. That knot building in your gut finally snapped and your eyes rolled back, a moan ripping from you as you came, Slash following soon after with a few final thrusts and low grunts in your ear.

He let you down and you flopped next to Slash, resting your head on his chest while the other undid the cuffs. He was still sniffling and whining, breaths coming out in heavy pants between little sobs and hics.

Slash flopped down behind you and threw an arm over you, kissing the back of your neck. You reached the the youngers cock but your hand was pulled away. "Let him sweat it out, he's fine."

You scoffed. "Not used to seeing you jealous, Saul." You mumbled, taking his hand in yours and leading it back to that poor, leaking cock. "I'm not fond of it."

He quickly pulled his hand away, shaking his head in disapproval. "Mh- uh-uh, I'm not- that crosses so many lines." He grumbled. You couldn't ignore the youngers pleading eyes, his quivering lip.

"You can cum, sweetheart." You purred, looking up at him with a warm look. "Would make me so happy just to see it~" You reached down, this time Slash let you, and grabbed his balls, much smoother than what you were used to since he used to shave -when he was sober, occasionally. The touch was enough, his cock twitch and his eyes fluttered closed, back arching off the mattress as strings of cum shot onto his stomach and chest. "Aww, look at that... such a good boy." Slash whined.

"Don't go talking to be like that." The older one warned, kissing your jaw.

You rolled your eyes at him. "You'll always be my good boy, Saul." You teased, pushing back into him to get a whine you knew was waiting.

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accidental love letter - jj maybank

summary - you write a letter to jj maybank, never expecting him to find it.

You and JJ Maybank had been best friends since third grade.

From building sandcastles on the Outer Banks shoreline to getting into trouble with teachers for passing too many notes, the two of you were inseparable. You shared scraped knees, inside jokes, and way too many secrets that lived in the space between late-night calls and whispered conversations under the stars.

And somewhere around seventh grade, your heart caught up with your head.

You wrote him a letter.

Not to give to him, just to get it out. It was middle school, and your feelings felt so much bigger than you were. So you scribbled them onto notebook paper in messy, crooked lines. You even signed it.

Then you folded it and tucked it deep into an old shoebox with movie tickets, polaroids, and friendship bracelets that still smelled like salt water.

That letter stayed hidden for years.

Until today.

JJ was digging through your closet looking for an old hoodie he’d left at your place—probably a hundred years ago—while you were in the kitchen grabbing snacks.

“Dude,” he called out, laughing. “You’re literally a hoarder.”

“Sentimental,” you corrected from down the hall. “There’s a difference!”

He chuckled, rifling through a half-open box when a folded piece of paper slipped out. It was crinkled and aged, like it had been read over and over—though this one hadn’t. Not yet.

Curious, he opened it.

Your handwriting hit him in the chest like a punch.

"Dear JJ,

This is stupid. I know it is. But sometimes I look at you and it feels like my ribs aren’t big enough to hold everything I feel.

You’re my best friend. But I think I’m in love with you. Not in the weird, fake movie way. In the real way. In the ‘I notice how your laugh changes when you’re really happy’ way.

I don’t think you’ll ever feel the same. And that’s okay. I just needed to say it somewhere. Even if no one ever reads this.

I love you. I probably always will.

– Me (but you’ll probably guess anyway)."

JJ didn’t realize he was holding his breath until you walked back in.

“You find the hoodie?” you asked casually, holding up a bag of chips.

He looked up slowly, eyes soft. “No. But I found something else.”

Your heart stopped when you saw what was in his hands.

“JJ—oh my God. That was from, like—middle school.”

“So you did write it.”

You opened your mouth to backtrack, to laugh it off, to say something like ‘I was thirteen, I didn’t even know what love meant,’ but he cut you off.

“I kept everything you ever gave me, you know?” he said quietly. “Every dumb note, every drawing, even that ugly friendship bracelet that fell apart after two days.”

“JJ…”

“I wish I’d seen this back then,” he admitted, holding up the letter. “I would’ve told you I felt the same.”

Your breath hitched. “You’re just saying that.”

He stepped closer. “I’m not. I’ve been in love with you since before I knew what it was. And yeah, I didn’t find the letter until now, but—” He smiled, a little helplessly. “Better late than never, right?”

You blinked back the stinging in your eyes. “You mean it?”

“I do,” he said, voice low. “I love you.”

So you did the only thing that made sense.

You kissed him.

And just like that, all the years between seventh grade and now melted away.

Maybe some love letters were meant to be read—eventually.

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could you write argyle x shy!reader headcanons? i feel like their dynamic would be so cute

I may have gotten carried away 🫣 smutty headcanons under the cut.

Argyle is such a sucker for his shy girl

When he first sees you, he’s immediately dumbstruck

He’s bringing a pizza to your table of friends and rambles about god knows what

“Uh, hey, here’s your pizza. I’m, um, Argyle. If you need anything. Like napkins. I see you, uh, have napkins, but if you need more…I have napkins in the back. Of the store. There’s lots of napkins. No napkin shortage here. It’s sad for the trees but good for, uh, spills.”

He makes you smile without even meaning to

One of your friends goes up to him later and gives him your number

When he calls and asks you out, it’s more rambling where he’s trying to sound casual but utterly fails

“Do you like movies? Yeah, me, too. Oh, hey, we should see one together! Maybe Friday night, if you’re free. Or if not, that’s cool. Well, not cool because I’d be super bummed. But no pressure or anything, man. I mean, woman.”

When you accept, Argyle takes you on a date

He lets you pick the movie

He does the yawn-and-stretch, his heart beating a million miles an hour

And then you carefully snuggle into him and his brain goes HOLY SHIT

Man literally doesn’t move the entire time except to very gingerly take popcorn from the bucket you’re sharing

Once you’re officially together, Argyle introduces you to Jonathan

You’re nervous about meeting his best friend, and he calms you down

“You have nothing to worry about, princesa. Byers’ll be on his best behavior. He knows not to mess with my girl.”

(What you don’t know is that Argyle threatened to cut off Jonathan’s supply of Purple Palm Tree Delight if he made one wrong move.)

Speaking of when you get nervous, especially in social situations, Argyle is the king of forehead kisses

He just goes, “hey, look at me” and then leans in and MWAH on your forehead

Argyle always lets you braid his hair

If you’ve never smoked before, he teaches you how, never laughing when you cough

“Just a little inhale. There ya go, mi querida.”

He loves watching you get comfortable with the people he cares about

The first time you (lovingly) make fun of Jonathan, Argyle bursts out laughing

“Well, you do look like Ringo if his mom gave him a bowl cut!”

Argyle loooooves holding your hand

He always does that little thumb-rubbing thing as a way to remind you that you’re safe with him

NSFW BELOW

You’re not super into PDA, but you do love make-out sessions in the back of his van

The first time you make out with him in the back of his van, he gets really into it

Like, cums in his pants after dry humping for a few minutes

Not so dry after that

One thing Argyle did not expect is how loudly his shy girl moans

You’re breathless and squirming beneath him, arching your back as he pulls you close

When you realize how noisy you’re being, you nervously bite your lower lip, but he takes his thumb and draws your lip from under your teeth

“Even your moans are beautiful, amor. Please let me hear them.”

Always asking you what you like

“Does this feel good? Just wanna make you feel good. Fuck, I’ll do anything for you.”

His favorite is when you straddle his waist, the two of you shotgunning a joint until you’re both too giggly to smoke any more

“I’m gonna kiss those pretty little lips right off of your pretty little face. God, I love you, baby.”

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lene baby i just wanted to talk ab face sitting with john b, like full on, his huge hands gripping the meat of your thighs and he's just kissing and sucking on your pussy THE DREAMMMM!!! 😩😩

STOP IT! omg yess like 100000% the dream and i just know he's soooo good at it!!!!

like he's grunting sending vibrations to your dripping cunt with every little hump you do, clit bumping against his nose (and you are totally so unaware of doing its just a reflex lol!!)

and everytime you try and lift off of him just a tiny bit he's muffling a 'no' into your pussy and gripping you harder, pulling you almost all the way back down on his face to continue the assault of sucking and kissing ya!! your sweet boyfriend just wants to make ya feel good!! 🥺

"don't wanna hurt you bee...feels- too much!" you whine

and he's lifting you up a little for you to hear him say

"s'okay, daddy's fine, jus' sit on my fucken face baby..."

ofc the little sounds you make also fuel him to bring you to at least 4 orgasms before giving you a mini breakkkk. and when he's satisfied he's flipping you under him to reward you for being so sweet and patient with him. meaning he's gonna heatedly (and sloppily on your part cuz of how tired you are) make out with you, covering your face in your cum lol. 🩷🩷

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Don't Call Me Kid - Rafe Cameron x Reader series masterlist

series summary: You'd had a crush on Rafe Cameron since you were six years old, but he friend zoned you at every turn. Once shy and insecure, you found new confidence and self-love after high school. When your high school friends go on a reunion beach trip, Rafe finally sees what he lost, but he isn't going to give you up without a fight.

tropes: unrequited crush, glow up, she fell first/he fell harder

table of contents:

Prologue (3k words)

Chapter 1 (3.9k words)

Chapter 2 (4.9k words)

Chapter 3 (5.7k words)

Chapter 4 (6.6k words)

Chapter 5: part one (4.8k words) & part two (3.8k words)

Chapter 6: part one (5.3k words) & part two (4.1k words)

Chapter 7 (6.7k words)

Chapter 8: part one (4.1k words) and part two (6.2k words)

Chapter 9: part one (7k words), part two (5.5k words) and part three (9.6k words)

Chapter 10: (coming soon!)

Chapter 11: (coming soon!)

epilogue: (coming soon!)

bonus content

moodboards and hc's ✨

asks 💭

ramblings and teasers 🦜

Polls 🗣️

(Note: the taglist for this series is currently closed. For updates, please follow @whytheylosttheirminds-works and turn on notifications 💕)

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Hi i was wondering if i could request a luke castellan x reader football and cheerleader au where he has a crush on reader and its really pure and hes head over heels but hes insecure cuz shes a popular cheerleader and hes not as big or strong as the other football players but eventually reader finds out from the other cheerleaders that he likes her and she shows him pretty boys are just as good as buff like butch boys (pls let this make sense 😭) and theres pegging and sub/bottom with fluff and lots of teasing? If not totally just delete this and have a great day 🙂

A/N: YES YES AND YES, I’m sorry I lost the ask anon, but it’s here now! I can just imagine him blushing like crazy and arghhsjis

WC: 0.9k

WARNING: pegging, sub/bottom, overstimulation, smut! MDNI!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.

MLST

CHEERLEADER DREAM

"Luke Castellan? Are you kidding me?" You asked your friend as you prepared for the representation before the football game.

"I’m not! He’s literally head over heels for you. He can’t keep his eyes off you!" She pointed towards the football team where he stood still alongside the other players, his helmet in his hand and his gaze fixated on the cheerleaders, on you.

When he noticed how you observed his demeanor, he quickly looked away as his cheeks took a red tone. You smirked at him, he may not have been the strongest boy out here, but he sure was handsome.

"Maybe you’re right…" You looked back at her for a second, your grin evident on your face.

"Damn right, I am." She let out a laugh and you couldn't help but look back at Luke. It somehow never hit you that he was thinking of you that way, but now, everything made sense.

You heard a whistle being blown, signaling that the cheer team was about to represent their school. Being in your school backyard, it was up to yours to start.

Each time you had the chance too, you’d catch glances with Luke in the background, looking at you as if you were made by the gods. You yelled, alongside your teammates, the same monologue about the football team name followed by the cheers and the applause of the crowd.

Some of the players clapped their hands, mainly because their girlfriends were in the team and they didn’t want to create any problems by not encouraging them.

About two and a half hours later, the game came to an end your school winning 27 to 13. People cheered and laughed together and that’s when you had an idea. You walked towards Luke, playing with your hair as you circled with your fingers.

"Hey." You said, displaying that smile he was crazy for on your face.

He looked behind him, thinking you were speaking to someone else. When he noticed you were really talking to him, his face went red.

"Are you talking to me?" He asked, pointing his finger to his chest.

"Course I am, you were good today." You chuckled, your hand going to give him a gentle pat on the shoulder. It might have been weird for a first time talking but you only live once.

"Hm… thanks." He blushed.

You smiled hoping to get that reaction out of him. "Me and my friends are going to my house for some sort of party, some of the guys from the team as well, would you like to join?"

Half lie. You were going to your house indeed, but your friends weren’t. You just needed an excuse to get him alone. "Yeah, yeah I’ll come." He smiled softly.

"Great! Do you need a ride?" You questioned with a smirk.

He actually didn’t need one, but he wouldn’t lose his only chance to speak to you. "Sure!"

You walked alongside each other as you went to your car. It was a good brand, but not overly expensive. "Hope in."

The car ride was filled with the low tune of the raid and the exchange you’ll had from time to time. It was only a matter of time before you got him all spread up in your bed.

Once you arrived at your house, what was his surprise to see that it was as silent as a mouse? There wasn’t any party going on. "Weird, I guess we got there first." You told him and he smiled. No one was supposed to come anyway, but he didn’t have to know that.

"I don’t mind, we can stay only us two." He mentally cursed at himself for snapping so easily.

Who knew that was gonna get him on all four, ass up, a plastic dick in between his cheeks. His head fell on the pillow as you slammed from behind.

"Who knew you were into this shit huh?" You chuckled, your hands going to his curls to press his head back up a little bit.

"Please…" He mumbled, how cute was it?

"Please what, pretty boy? Use your words."

"Faster…"

"That’s what I thought." You chuckled, doing as he asked. He was so pathetic, yet you loved it. Maybe that was just some hookup for you, but on the other side, Luke was in Heaven.

He would do anything just to have you with him. And if that meant getting pegged, he would gladly agree to it.

While pounding on his back, you threw kisses all over his sweat-stained back, leaving lipstick stain. He moaned and grinned against you, edging himself to that sweet release.

"Are you close?" You teased as you stopped moving completely. He let a gasp at the sudden loss of contact, arching his back.

"Why did… you stop?"He asked, breathlessly.

"Luke… look at me." He twisted his head over his shoulder making it seem harder than it needed to be.

"Hm?"

"Good boy… Now stay like that while I fuck you."

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Im so cross faded I just want a 0athetic sub to boss around

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I want to make a boy moan so loud that he has to bury his face into the crook of my neck to muffle the sound

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If he's spurting cum out of his cock it means he still able to keep going. Don't stop until you see him dry orgasming.

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When I say I want a human dildo I really mean I want you tied up naked, cock out and hard, for me to use however I want. I want to wrap a vibrating cock ring around the base of your cock. First I want it to vibrate against your cock, making you squirm. Then I want to sit my pussy down onto your face and ride it until I’ve got my come sliding down your cheeks and you’re dripping pre cum for me. Messy boys are good boys.

Then when you’re already at your edge I’m going to wrap my legs around you and press my body up against yours, giving you marks down your neck and torso with my tongue and teeth. You’re mine to use and consume. I own every part of your body.

If I back off you immediately starting whining with desperation. You want more. You didn’t want it to stop, you never want it to stop. I love how needy you are. So needy for a toy. You have to promise me that you won’t come unless I say you can. That you’re nothing more than my dildo, here to make me come over and over.

You promise and I sit my pussy down onto your aching, still vibrating cock. I’m not going to fuck you. I just want your cock inside me while I get my clit up against that vibrator around the base of you. I want you inside while my pussy contracts in waves of pleasure around your cock until I’ve come as many times as it takes to satisfy me.

Don’t forget you promised not to come. Be a good sex toy for me baby. Be my good boy.

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I’m I the only delusional one who’s literally in love with slater king from blink twice ????? Like maybe I can fix him 😂

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NSFW🚨 nasty smutterific filth ° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert ° If you like my dirty laundry, There's no need for you to clean me- your boyfriend definitely doesnt hate it when you leave your dirty panties lying around the house wordcount::: 5,444 ° commissioned by my baby jace (@wow-ihateithere) 💋 another super fun idea, its always great breaking new ground with you! [requests are open] [but commissions are priority! snatch up the 7th spot in my cue!] ° lyrics stolen from adore delano ° [ITA:] cazzo: fuck

Dustin' off my dirty laundry Get to work if you want wet dreams

That post workout flow of endorphins was gone. You weren’t feeling very energised as you got out of your car, heading for the front door of your flat. The only thing you were interested in was a shower, so ready to get all traces of the sweat accumulated at the gym off of your body.

You were expecting to find Ethan in a similar low-energy mood - your boyfriend had been struggling with jet-lag since getting home from tour last night. You anticipated a night of nothing more adventurous than snuggling, and maybe catching up on the new episodes of Futurama. And you didn’t need anything more than that to be happy.

You unlocked the front door and stepped inside to find only one lamp switched on in the living room. This, coupled with the general absence of noise in your home, led you to thinking that Ethan was asleep. You imagined curling up in the bed beside him, lying your head on his chest because it was far superior to the pillows that had been your only option these past weeks. Your cat, Pluto, was asleep in his typical spot on the coffee table, not even turning his head in your direction.

By the door, you removed your sneakers. Then you set off in the direction of the bedroom. You could see its door was shut, but around its edges a source of light was visible. This didn’t strike you as odd, you figured the door was shut to keep Ethan from being bothered by any potential burst of energy from Pluto (wanting to avoid him tearing into the room with a case of the zoomies).

Before turning the knob, you heard some noises coming from the other side of the door. They were so muffled that you almost didn’t notice them. They were both out of place and familiar at the same time. Your first thought for the source was that Ethan was talking in his sleep (something you had witnessed a couple of times in the year since the beginning of your relationship).

But when you turned the knob and opened the door, you found that Ethan wasn’t asleep. He was sitting upright on your bed, with two parts of his body in motion.

You could now identify those noises as moans, even though they were still somewhat muffled. They were muffled by the piece of fabric that covered his mouth.

He was masturbating - his hand jerking his dick as his pants and briefs sat bunched up around his ankles. With his eyes shut, you were unnoticed as you took a couple of silent steps into the room. You took in all of the details of this scene you had stumbled upon, fascinated in a way that made your cheeks fill with heat. The speed that he was working his dick at made you think that he hadn’t just begun, he was clearly very warmed up (potentially close to his orgasm). Viewing his pure and unashamed arousal was stirring something inside of you, you were no longer only thinking about taking that shower.

Looking at what he held to his nose, you thought there was something familiar about that particular shade of lilac. He kept his nose buried in it, his hand holding steady even through the shaking of his limbs.

You almost gasped when you recognised that piece of material - it was a section of your panties. Specifically, the pair of underwear that you had taken off your body this morning. After removing them you must have left them on the ground by your side of the bed, where the lingerie had gotten Ethan’s attention, as well as getting him hard.

You were thoroughly surprised and you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him. You weren’t sure how to react, but you knew that you didn’t want to do anything to discourage him.

You licked your lips, questioning if now was the right time to speak, even as you began to talk. “Sweetheart?”

His reaction was immediate, he ripped the underwear away from his face and curled them up tightly in his fist, almost as if he was trying to make them disappear. His hand swiftly left his cock as he scooted across the bed, moving away from you. His face was bright pink, it looked to be hot enough to instantaneously melt an ice-cube. His eyes were wild and you noticed the way he only briefly looked at your face, proceeding to look anywhere but.

“Cazzo, I’m sorry, I’m really- I- shit.” He said breathlessly.

“You don’t have to apologise.” You soothed. “I feel like I should be the one apologising, ‘cause I interrupted.”

He hadn’t yet decided how he wanted to sit, squirming as he tried to reposition so as to somewhat conceal his cock. “No, it’s fine, it’s- I guess I just lost track of time. I didn’t even hear you come in.”

You keenly smiled at him as you made your way over to the bed. “So, what’cha doin’?”

He looked down, his eyes on the nightstand. “I got a little horny.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He repeated hollowly, he had moved the hand holding the underwear behind himself. But you weren’t about to forget that they were there.

You stopped at the side of the bed. “You decided to have a different kind of workout while I was at the gym, huh?”

“Something like that.”

“Hey, what’s going on?” You asked, you were trying to coax him into looking up at you. You stroked your fingers through the loose strands of hair that were threatening to fall in front of his face. “Are you alright?”

“I’m embarrassed here, love.” He told you. “Look at what you walked in on me doing.”

“So? You’ve walked in on me playing with myself before.”

He shook his head, which he was still holding down. “That’s totally different. You knew that I was coming in. It was part of the seduction, it was planned, it was…” He trailed off with a huff. “And you didn’t just walk in on me masturbating, I was sniffing your dirty panties.”

That made everything crystal clear in your head. There had been a secondary scenario that you had been putting together, seeking out the less obvious explanation. You had wondered if he had taken it upon himself to do some laundry, resulting in the clean lingerie being close at hand when he had needed something to muffle his enthusiastic reactions to the masturbating.

But the situation was exactly as it had first appeared - he had sought out the worn garment, sought out the smell of your cunt as he got himself off.

“And that’s fine.” You said simply.

He looked up at you, an expression of incredulity on his face. “What?”

“What?”

This only served to deepen the furrow in his brow. “No, that’s what I said, you can’t just repeat what I say, that’s not how conversations work.”

“Right.” You said, slowly beginning to make the moves to sit in his lap. When he didn’t deter you in any way, you lowered yourself down and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. You were trying your best to make eye contact, even as he continued to act very shy. “It’s okay, really. You have nothing to apologise for and I don’t want you to be embarrassed. I know that it’s easier said than done, but could you give not being embarrassed a try…” You swooped in to give him a kiss on the cheek. “...for me?”

“I guess.” He said. “Truly, you don’t have a problem with this?”

“Why would I?”

“It’s a perverted thing to do, there’s a reason why I was doing it in secret. It’s nasty, it’s- it’s…”

You had taken to stroking your fingers along the back of his neck as you listened to him gathering his thoughts. “Oh, sweetheart, I would have thought that you knew me well enough by now to know that nastiness is fine with me. I’m a fan of it, in fact.”

This earned you what felt like the first substantial eye contact since you had arrived home. You savoured it, the smile that you had been wearing broadened.

“You promise that you’re not repulsed?” He asked earnestly.

“I promise.” You told him immediately. “I’m just surprised and kind of curious.”

He had placed one of his arms around your waist, happy to keep sharing this closeness with you. You were glad that he was no longer trying to run, he had become present and it brought warmth to your heart.

He leaned in a little closer and you could see those hints of stress were gone from his handsome face. “What are you curious about?”

“I can ask…?”

He nodded as he rested his hand high up on your thigh. “You can. I’ll tell you when I don’t wanna answer.”

You nibbled on your bottom lip as you put extra consideration into what words you were picking. This moment felt fragile and you handled it as such, not wanting to disrespect him in any way. You wanted only positive things to come from this conversation.

“Were you horny before you picked the panties up? Or were they the catalyst?” You asked.

“Catalyst.” He said. “I was getting back into bed from the bathroom and I didn’t even see them, I just stood on them. When I saw what it was, I picked them up. And before I knew what I was doing, I was sniffing them. Then one sniff turned into another, and another and, well you saw how that ended up. The aforementioned nastiness.”

“Wow.” It was all that you could manage to say while your mind was rushed with so many thoughts, and fantasies. You were getting back some of that energy that had dwindled following your workout.

“Yeah, it’s dirty, I know.” He said.

“It’s hot.” You said, asserting what you had been thinking. “You’re saying that I don’t even have to be in the same room as you to get you so turned on that you have to touch yourself… That’s crazy hot, love.”

“Do you think so?”

“Fuck yes!”

He was wearing a small smile and all of his issues with eye contact were seemingly behind him. “What would you think if I told you that this wasn’t my first time doing this?”

“Really?” You asked, your heart beating faster.

“Yeah. It’s not, like, a regular habit or anything. But a couple of times in the past- one time, before we were living together, you left a pair at my place, and smelling them just got me feeling this undeniable way.” He said, with his hand rubbing your thigh. “I don’t know what other questions you have, but what it basically boils down to is I like your scent, like, a lot.”

This was a compliment that you hadn’t realised you needed to hear.

One of your greatest insecurities was how much you sweated. The excessive sweating had come on as a side effect of anxiety meds, prescribed two years ago, and it wasn’t just uncomfortable. It had spurred worries regarding your appearance (you were often regarding yourself as a sweaty mess), especially the way it could disrupt your applied makeup.

Then there were the fears of carrying a terrible odour with you. You had tried every deodorant that promised to stop sweat. You kept a travel-size bottle of perfume in your backpack at all times. You were vigilant, never leaving the house without first taking a thorough shower.

Some people feared public speaking, you were scared to be perceived as smelling bad by anyone at any time. It was like you were always waiting to be ashamed.

You were the one who did the laundry, rejecting Ethan’s offers to take on the chore. Because your dirty clothes were gross. You didn’t want him to have to deal with the unintentionally filthy part of your existence, you always wanted to give him only your best and the embarrassment of your sweating was your secret to keep.

But he had shattered that belief, revealing to you just how much time had been wasted on insecurities. He loved you, even those parts of you that you wished away.

“I guess you could call it a guilty pleasure of mine.” He said.

You turned your body to face his, repositioning a little in his lap. “Maybe my post-gym shower can wait.”

“It definitely can wait.”

You had moved to bring both of your knees to the mattress, resting on either side of him. “Yeah, you can get your fix straight from the source.”

You tilted your head to the side, watching his eyes flutter shut as you leaned in closer. Your lips met, a sharp inhale from him indicating his excitement. You wrapped your arms snugly around him as your mouths worked together, finding the pace to match your desires.

He placed his hands firmly to your back, bringing your chest flush to his. There wasn’t any room for worries, you were too busy sinking into this embrace, with all of its enticing potential.

He manoeuvred his mouth, closing his lips around your lower lip. He gently began to suck on this and you responded by grinding in his lap a little. Moving your hips in a slow circle allowed you to gain the knowledge that he was still erect. This gave you a swell of endorphins, a rush powerful enough to block everything else out.

“Dirty boy…” You moaned, your words only slightly impeded by having him still attached to your lip.

He leaned back with a sigh. “I know.”

You moved your hands to the top of his covered pectorals. “You’re, like, the dirtiest boy.”

“I am.” He said, going along with your teasing.

You pushed, putting some distance between the two of you in favour of getting him flat on his back. Your hands went to the hem of the old T-shirt he had been wearing, you lifted it away from his skin and he assisted in taking it off. You ran your hands along the ridges of his torso as you leaned down. You covered his mouth in kisses, hearing his breathy moans in between.

“You don’t have to hide it from me. Let me get dirty with you.” You said, looking into his soulful eyes.

After stealing another kiss from him, you got up. From a drawer of his bedside table, you pulled out a condom and handed this over to him.

Instead of assisting in its application, you remained standing off to the side of the bed. You started to remove the stretchy clothes that you had worn to the gym, too curious, too turned on to not watch his progress as you did so. You left your clothes on the floor and he got his legs free from the pants and underwear he had still been wearing.

Once naked, he repositioned, moving up to lay his head on the pillow. Expectantly, he kept his eyes on you, waiting for your next move. He was allowing you to set the tone.

And you had plenty of things in mind.

You climbed back onto the bed to climb on top of him. His eyes explored your nakedness as you straddled his hips. His hands caressed up-and-down your sides as you settled on top of him.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He said.

You had been expecting only dirty talk from here on. But this wasn’t an unwelcome thing to hear, it brought a smile to your face as you leaned down, getting more kisses from him. “I love you too.”

His hands stroked across your cheeks as he reached up for your hair. “I just want you to know how appreciative I am…” He had that trademark ‘serious Ethan’ look on his face as he looked into your eyes. “You took a moment that I thought was bad, really bad, I felt terrible. But now you’ve totally turned it around, you’ve made it so much better.”

“And I’m not done making it better.” You said.

You kissed him with your heart fluttering in your chest. You were feeling a different kind of motivation, inspired by the collision of lust and love. It was an irresistible cocktail that you indulged in, seeking a deeper kiss.

As your mouths moved together, you sought to satisfy the other desires in you, beginning to work your hips. You kept your thighs tensed as you rolled your hips back, bringing your wet slit to his erection. You shared your arousal with him in this new way, stroking him with your cunt.

He was already so eager and it wasn’t long before he started to move beneath you. His arms were wound so tightly around you as he squirmed, seeking to create friction between you.

You whined on his lips as you began to stretch yourself open on his tip. You eased yourself down and he remained still, allowing you to be in charge of this moment. You moved one of your hands into his hair, wrapping your fingers around some strands as the pressure built up inside of you.

Your pussy gripped him as you got yourself lower, your hips getting closer to his. You swiped your tongue back-and-forth along his upper lip, feeling that familiar shape before you pushed inside. You massaged across the roof of his mouth, experiencing more of his taste.

He was breathless as you pulled away. You shifted your body weight to your knees as you sat up, his arms slipping from around you. He put his hands to your waist as he stared at you. You could see the wildness in his eyes, so much passion waiting to be set free as you steadied yourself.

His hands gripped down, squeezing your ample hips when you started to thrust your hips into him. His mouth fell open and you could feel how much his shaft was throbbing inside of you. More excitement rushed into you with each rock in your developing rhythm.

Unsurprisingly, his sense of restraint wasn’t as prominent as was typical, leading him to moving you into a faster tempo. He didn’t hold back from snapping his hips into you, his swollen balls slapping on your ass as he strived to satisfy the desperation built up inside of him. You squeezed your thighs tighter against him, intending to stick with him as you reached that next level of pleasure.

The sensations swarming your body only grew more powerful, infusing your movements with a sense of greed as you continued to meet his every jerk. Shutting your eyes, you listened to his every failed attempt to catch his breath punctuated by his ecstatic whimpers.

His hands squeezed you tighter, trimmed fingernails digging into your skin as he got faster again. His hungry pumps came in, getting you closer to the peak with this exciting massage.

As his hips stuttered and moved unpredictably, you knew that he was on the verge of capturing his climax. You writhed with him, trying to stay as consistent as possible. His whines were getting louder, and with absolutely nothing to cover his mouth this time around, you were able to hear exactly what you were doing to him.

With his back arched, he could stroke deeper into you. You were getting short on breath and in the darkness of your shut eyes, you were seeing stars blooming to life.

“Oh, love- ah, unf…” He moaned in response to your continued grinding.

His tensed body shot up, recklessly colliding into you one final time. Your nerves were on fire at the feeling of having him at your sweet spot. But the delicious pressure here was short-lived.

He rocked back as he began to disappear into his orgasm. His hands released on you and he was falling out of anything that resembled a rhythm. Gasping for air, he got lost in it all.

Despite the tension that possessed your body, begging to be resolved, you stilled yourself. You gave him a pause to come back from that intense high. You looked down to where he lay, one arm placed over his eyes as he worked at catching his breath. He had unravelled for you, stuck with the after-effects of that for the moment.

You waited, your eyes on him as you remained committed to this elevated state. You watched the rhythmic, predictable rise-and-fall of his chest.

You didn’t know how much time had passed. But you knew that you were ready to go when he uncovered his eyes, looking at you. You licked your lips and ran one of your hands up his torso. Eagerly, your inner-walls fluttered as you amused yourself by drawing a circle around one of his nipples.

You tested what he would let you get away with, giving your hips a little roll. He didn’t give any indication that your energy was in the wrong place, tilting his pelvis for you as a determined look came onto his face. He picked up your hand and brought it up to his face. He started to tenderly place kisses upon each fingertip as you moved in another experimental rock. Then another, and another, and another, all the while his lips moved across your fingers.

With each thrust feeling better than the last, you were soon finding your rhythm again. It felt so good to get back to moving properly and from your pussy, new sensitivities were stroked to life.

He began to suck on two of your fingers as you drove into him harder. You were holding back less as you enjoyed the way that your body was reacting more.

Losing your composure was absolutely effortless and you slumped forward, more of your body weight crashing down onto him. You grabbed for the head of the bed for some more support as you kept the power in your thrusts.

“Fuck, yes.” You moaned, delighted by the increase of friction between your bodies.

“You feel so incredible.” He said of your keenly-clenching walls.

He put a hand to the small of your back, moving his body with you to increase the impact of every collision. The two of you worked for that mutual goal and you could feel that spectacular peak getting closer.

You plunged yourself down harder and felt the reward of him at your sweet spot. Your body tensed as your heart launched itself into your throat. You reached your hand into his hair, grasping some of the long strands to your sweaty palm as you craved more of that magic.

“Make me come, slut.” You ordered him, giving his hair a little tug.

You fucked into him quicker, bouncing yourself into a frenzy as you lost yourself in the need. Your heart pounded as the intensity only grew, overwhelming everything else.

Short on breath again, he let out a loud moan. “Fuck. I think- oh, you’re gonna make me come again.”

“Yes.” You were thrilled by the idea of it.

Your gut tightened and there were even more stars in your eyes now. You gave him your best jolts as your inner-walls spasmed wildly.

Your jaw dropped open as the magnificent climax took you over. You rode him through the peak, with him following you into his own orgasm. You savoured the feeling of becoming complete with him.

The adrenaline couldn’t get any higher and your body went limp, crumpling in the aftermath. You splayed out on the bed with him. His hand grabbed for yours, the connection remaining intact as your fingers interlaced.

He rolled over until he was close enough to wrap his arms around you. He pressed his face against the side of your neck as you each quietly moved through your states of afterglow.

“Oh, love.” You said with a sigh. “Don’t you see how much better it is when we get dirty together?”

He chuckled. “Truly superior. You’re so right.”

“Ooh, I do love it when you say that.” You said, rolling onto your side so that you could be face-to-face. “But do you know what I love hearing even more?”

His eyes were sparkling as they looked into yours. “I love you.”

“That’s right.” You said. “And I love you too.”

As he began to kiss you, you draped your arms around him. Your bodies moved closer and your limbs slipped into those familiar holds - the perfect embrace coming to the two of you naturally after so much practice. This moment was blissful in its simplicity.

“You really have no idea how relieved I am.” He said. “I thought this would be a secret I would just always have to hide from you, like a kid sneaking out to try booze behind their parents’ back.”

You had begun to push his hair back from his face. “I don’t know why you were so worried. Have I ever done anything to make you feel like I’m some sort of prude?”

“No, no way. But you never know how well someone is gonna respond to those kinkier, dirtier parts of you. I don’t think that’s the kind of thing many people would be happy to come home to.” He said.

“Well I’m happy to come home to it, very happy.” You said. “Imagine if you were the opposite and you had a bitch fit over me leaving my clothes everywhere. But you want them all over the place.”

“Damn straight.”

You sat up out of the embrace, moving until you could reach over the side of the bed. “What about these?” You asked as you picked up the pair of underwear that you had worn to the gym. They had been selected for comfort, far from the cutest pair that you owned. “Are they to your liking?”

He chuckled, taking the underwear from you. “It’s hardly a sophisticated palate that I’ve got. If it smells like your pussy then I’ll like it.”

You noticed that he wasn’t raising the lingerie to his nose, instead holding it at a respectful distance. “Sniff them.”

“Huh?”

You laid down, nice and close to him again. “Show me how you do it, dirty boy.”

“You want me to just…? Alright.”

His eyes left your face, going to the black underwear as he moved them around in his hands, seemingly looking for the section he wanted to smell first. He got to the crotch and spread it out with his index fingers. With the fabric pulled taut, he now lifted it up to his nostrils. He took a deep inhale, getting a proper sample.

“Yeah, that’s the good pussy.” He said, wearing a cheeky smile.

“I’m glad you like them.”

“No. It’s not just like, it’s love.” He said, giving the garment more sniffs.

You were rubbing his ankle with your foot. “I still feel bad for interrupting because you clearly weren’t finished.”

“Oh, I’ve definitely forgiven you.” He said.

“You should keep sniffing, get your fix.” You encouraged. “Enjoy it while it’s hot off the press.”

The look on his face hinted at him knowing that you were up to something. But he went along with your suggestion instead of raising any questions. He kept the underwear close to his face, the tip of his nose almost touching the fabric.

You put your hand to the centre of his chest, feeling how warm his skin was. At first, you were just stroking your hand up-and-down, letting your fingers trail. Then you were applying pressure, giving him a push until he got the hint and rolled onto his back.

Above your underwear, his eyes were sparkling as he watched you. You sought out a new position, placing yourself on top of him, but lower down now. His legs were covered by your body and you started to trace your fingertips along the ridges of his Adonis belt.

“Are you getting all worked up over those panties?” You asked.

“It’s hard not to.” He said. “Your panties are inherently great. They’re so cute and sexy. You look fantastic in them and when you take them off, you leave behind the best scent, without even trying. They’re really unmatched.”

You peeled the sleeve of latex off his cock, seeing the skin glisten in the light cast by the lamp. Looking up at him, you found that his eyes were still glued to you, not wanting to miss a single thing.

“Maybe next time you’re getting ready to go out on tour, I should take a more active role in helping you pack.” You said and you could see how tightly he had begun to hold the underwear. You got your mouth right up next to his dick, letting him feel the warm air that came with your every word. “I could sneak in my dirty panties and give my boy something to remind him of me when he jerks off.”

“Please.” It seemed that he couldn’t get his voice above a strained whisper.

“Sniffing my panties while we’re having phone sex, that would be the next best thing to having me there to fuck.” You said.

He didn’t have anything to say in response to this. His chest was rising-and-falling quicker than before as he watched. You brought your lips to the tensed tip of his cock, placing a kiss here.

But you didn’t let this become the centre of your focus. You moved towards the base of his shaft and used your tongue to clean up some of the expelled cum. You saw him twitch as you moved your tongue, collecting more of his essence. His unique taste coated your tongue as you worked slowly and thoroughly.

You stroked your way up, saving his head for once the rest of the shaft had been cleaned. You paused to take a breath, your eyes moving back up to his face. He had lifted his head from the pillow in his eagerness to see what you would do next. His nose and mouth had disappeared as he continued to grasp the panties to his face.

You trained the tip of your tongue down to his cock’s head, hearing his sharp inhale as contact was made. You flitted your tongue quickly back-and-forth, stimulating him at this sensitive point, amused by the way this made him squirm under you.

Then you placed your lips around the head and used your tongue in longer swipes, properly collecting the moisture beaded here. You felt his legs shift, potentially a symptom of him trying to hold back. You began to swirl your tongue.

You relaxed your lips to move down lower, his cock rubbing against your tongue as you took more of him into your mouth.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His words were thoroughly muffled by the panties as he readjusted under you, starting to arch his back.

Setting your lips in position, you worked yourself up-and-down his shaft. You applied your tongue to him as well, using this as the chaser to your strokes. You wrapped your fingers around his thigh, helping to brace yourself as you set into a rhythm.

“Please don’t stop.” He said in a little whine.

You moved quicker, taking him deeper in the process. You used your free hand to steady him, holding him close to the base. Your pacing was consistent as you anticipated that feeling of him unloading in your mouth, that feeling of his cum surging to splash into your mouth.

His shifting and squirming developed into jerking, with him no longer holding back. He began to match your speed, letting you feel just how hungry you had gotten him. His chest swelled as he glided against your firm tongue. You shut your eyes as you concentrated on the task of keeping up with him.

With a whimper, he rocked up, then froze, launched into the warmth of your mouth. Then you gained your reward, ropes of his cum shooting out to coat the inside of your mouth. He was breathless as he captured this brand new orgasm and you kept sucking, letting him fully enjoy this triumph.

Slowly, he peeled back from you, his cock sliding over your slicked lips. He returned his body to the bed, weakened by this latest release. You were swallowing as you sat up. You noticed that the panties remained over his nose, despite how he had moved his hands away.

“Fuck…” He gasped before he began to laugh breathlessly. “That was so much, so much. Literally, I think I’m gonna need to pass out for about a day to recover from all of that.”

“I hope you remember this the next time you think of keeping any kind of secret from me, love.” You said.

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