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cillmurphyslover · 9 days ago

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Answers for the Good Boys can be found here. Bad Boys are up, and they’re below the cut…

*18+ readers only*

Tommy: When he gets his new car, he takes you to the covered back alley where he keeps it, and his obvious excitement and pride about it is so cute as he shows it to you. When he’s finished telling you about it, you slowly walk over to the passenger side door, opening it and sliding into the front, sensually draping yourself across the bench seat. Tommy’s eyes are watching you the whole time as he stands in his spot with his hands in his pockets.

“Very impressive, Mr. Shelby,” you say to him as you meet his eyes. “But you’ve forgotten one thing.”

Tilting his head with a smirk, Tommy replies, “Have I? And what’s that, love?”

“A new car must be christened, and in a very special way,” you say, then pull the skirt of your dress up around your waist to reveal your thighs.

Tommy removes his hands from his pockets and slowly walks over to you, the smirk never leaving his face as he gets into the driver side and then grabs your ankles, flipping you slightly so that you’re on your back. Then he hovers over you as he speaks, beginning to pull down your stockings.

“Oh, I haven’t forgotten, love,” he says. “Why do you think I brought you here?”

Some very interesting variations on missionary are about to take place.

Raymond: Ray is always so serious and never lets anything distract him during work, but you decide to see if you can be the one thing that will pull his attention from your guys’ patrol route one night. As you two are sitting in the car, you reach over and softly stroke the nape of his neck a few times, telling him how sexy he looks. He barely acknowledges what you’re doing, just glancing sideways at you for a moment before looking forward again. But then you lean forward in your seat and remove your jacket, saying you’re hot as you reveal a black lacy bodysuit you have on underneath. You act like nothing is out of the ordinary, but you know Ray is stealing glances now, especially when you pretend to stretch and stick your chest out and sensually comb your hands through your hair. Ray’s still side-eyeing you, his pants tightening at the sight of your bodysuit, but it’s when you say you’re still uncomfortable, then reach up your skirt and pull off your matching lace thong, that he’s now fully distracted.

“That’s better,” you say as you nonchalantly drop your thong onto the gearshift, and then Ray looks at it and fingers it before asking you, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Just trying to get more comfortable,” you reply innocently. “Why?” Then you lean over again and place a slow, sensual kiss on his neck. “Is that a problem.”

At your kiss, Ray is releasing a groan, and when you lick his neck, he suddenly roughly grabs your hips and pulls you across the console and onto his lap, having you straddle him.

“Only problem is that you’re not getting your per diem until you finish what you started,” he says.

Jonathan: You two fucked in the back of an ambulance. You had been in a minor accident on your way to his lab, and the EMTs had brought you into the ambulance to check your vitals and dress a wound you had. When Jonathan arrived at the accident, he was scolding the EMTs for the shitty job he thought they were doing of caring for you, and he made them get out of the ambulance and let him tend to you instead. After sending them away and closing the ambulance doors, Jonathan was calmly and soothingly talking you through the accident, wanting you to explain to him what happened as he adoringly and tenderly re-does the cleansing and dressing of your injury and checks your vitals. After he finished, he’s cupping your face and telling you what a good girl you are and how relieved he is that you’re safe. A tender kiss between you two quickly turns to missionary sex on the gurney when you are gripping the lapels of his jacket and telling him you were so scared. He’s promising to always take care of you as he begins undressing you. The dismissed EMTs know better than to interrupt Dr. Crane, which ensures that you two aren’t disturbed.

Jackson: It was after a random shouting match between the two of you where you were fighting about something (as usual), and you decided you’d had enough and told him you were leaving and that he could kiss your ass if he wanted to know when you’d be back. Before you can leave, though, Jackson grabs your keys out of your reach. So instead, you storm out of the apartment and just start walking to your friend’s place. Jackson lets you go for a while, but eventually, he’s taking his own car and following after you, seeing as it would take you at least an hour to walk to your friend’s place. When he catches up to you, he’s slowly driving alongside you as you continue to walk, and you two continue to argue through the car window. Finally, Jackson’s had enough, and he pulls up in front of you and cuts you off, getting out of the car and demanding that you get in the car. When you still refuse, he’s grabbing you and pushing you back towards the car, and when you two get there, he opens the door of the back seat, rather than the front seat, and tries to shove you inside, but you still resist.

“Get in the fucking car,” he says to you, pressing against you in the doorframe and making his growing erection obvious.

“Make me,” you reply, unable to ignore the way your panties are dampening at the feel of him.

Then, instead of saying anything else, Jackson grabs your hips and turns you around, shoving you down onto your forearms on the back seat. Before you can stop yourself, you’re crying out in pleasure as he’s entering you from behind as he stands in the doorframe.

@ennui-whimsy-and-me @breakthestereo @newbarrel

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cillmurphyslover · 10 days ago

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😩🖤

summary: you met jackson on the dark web. he got obsessed, and now he wants more than access to your files.

pairing: jackson rippner x f reader

warnings: real crazy age-gap, stalking, harassment, obslove, gaslighting, jerking in public, mention of corn addiction, english isn’t my first language.

he watched the screen a while after you left. no new messages. no pop-ups. no alerts. just your chat window, still open. he didn’t close it. he never did. he clicked through your tabs, skimmed what you’d last searched. a playlist half-finished. a half-written note for school.

your camera had been on the whole time.

jackson opened a folder he’d named something boring — sys-temp3, hidden under layers of nonsense.

inside, every screenshot, every note, every sound clip he’d ever pulled from your computer. — your voice, your face, every word you’d typed. he scrolled through slowly, until he got to the last one: your smile, caught mid-laugh.

it wasn’t just about access anymore. he could’ve had that with anyone. t was you. you were curious. you listened. you asked questions. and the way you talked to him — like he was someone worth talking to.

he leaned back in the chair, still staring at your image.

you were getting closer, and he didn’t have to move an inch.

he sat there for a while, fingers still resting on the keys, as if waiting for something else from you. what would come of this? how was he supposed to get closer to you — really close?

maybe he’d have to give you a piece of the truth. not all of it. just enough to feel real. just enough to not scare you off. a name, maybe. a face, if he had to. something human.

a half-truth was still a truth. wasn’t it? that was how his mind worked. always bending the edge of honesty, making it fit.

after all, you were just two strangers who met on a disgusting corner of the internet. no rules. no real names. no context. just curiosity and a chat box.

but he felt it — the shift.

you’d come back once. you’d come back again. and next time, he’d be ready.

you talked more after that. about random things. school, music, news. he eventually told you his first name. jackson. he said he used to play bass in a post-punk band, only because no one else wanted to.

his taste was good in everything. he knew what he was talking about—films, books, politics. he spoke about global conflicts like someone who had actually been there. it made you stop doubting him.

you knew a lot about him now. including his name. but you still had no idea what he looked like. no social media, no photos. he said it was all too filthy. an ego dump wrapped in surveillance.

you spent two months talking. he never flirted. never pushed. he seemed respectful — almost too much.

well, except for the part where he went through your hidden photos at night. but he did respect you. or at least, he made it look that way.

jackson had been out of the country during the two months you’d been talking — something he never mentioned. not that either of you brought up where you lived. it wasn’t about trust. you just had too many other things to talk about.

he was working a contract overseas, something quiet but delicate — the kind of job someone like him would take, slipping into meetings he wasn’t supposed to hear, adjusting outcomes that weren’t his to decide.

still, he always made time for you. it felt like he was never busy.

jackson didn’t have a fixed address, not with the kind of work he did. but when a new mission came up — one that just so happened to be in your city, targeting a corporate liaison connected to a foreign interest — he didn’t hesitate. he’d memorized your address months ago.

he knew which of your neighbors always left their porch lights on, which car belonged to your mom, and when your dad left for work. he knew your class schedule, what days you stayed late, what time you usually showered.

what you didn’t know — what you couldn’t know — was that jackson had seen you once before. three years ago. you were younger then. too young. and even he had his limits.

he met you — or rather, saw you — when he was tailing your father during a classified negotiation that ended badly enough to make your dad switch companies. your father never saw jackson. but jackson saw you.

when you first started talking, it wasn’t intentional. jackson was using that part of the dark web the way he usually did �� running social engineering scams, scraping data, baiting people into giving up more than they realized. he hadn’t picked you specifically. not at first.

the plan was simple: get what he could — an address, private photos, whatever you were careless enough to leave open — and use it for leverage. but then he saw your name and he recognized you.

that brief moment from two years ago, when you stepped into the hallway while your father was being followed — it came back all at once.

you were older now. still too young for someone like him, but different. and that wrong, quiet attraction he’d buried resurfaced. only now, it wasn’t just attraction. now, it was obsession.

and now, three years later, he was back. only this time, he wasn’t there for your father. he decided he wanted to see you again—up close.

so, as soon as he got to the city, he checked into the closest hotel to your house. that same night, he kept tracking your location. you weren’t home, but that was fine. he already knew you were at a friend’s place. he could see everything.

he spent a few hours parked down the street, watching the house. when he saw a guy walking toward the door, he tensed—some high school idiot showing up for a party? no. just the pizza delivery.

he lost signal on your instagram for a few minutes. when it loaded again, your weekend looked fun. you had just posted a story—photo after photo with your friends. swimsuits, messy hair, someone’s backyard pool.

but his eyes stayed on you. every frame. and all he could think was how good you looked.

jackson was addicted to porn, and honestly, not much has changed. the only thing that changed was that instead of opening the browser, he had you. by the way, he had some pretty dark kinks — his search history said it all.

his dick went hard just looking at you in that bikini. that’s what you did to him every single night before bed.

he started touching his cock while he watched your body exposed to him. he didn’t feel guilty anymore for being attractive to a young girl, even if it was wrong. in his head, you were asking for it

he kept replaying the photos and videos like some fucked up infinite loop, until he finished on the perfect frame.

and that was it for the night — you had no idea what those innocent posts were capable of doing to jackson.

a/n: hey guys, sorry if this part’s a bit long, i promise there’ll be more dialogue next time. but trust me, things are about to get way more interesting :)

taglist: @ilovemmg921 @summer-is-0v3r @humongousstarfishcat

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cillmurphyslover · 12 days ago

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Catching Feelings

Part 3 of 3

Previous part here

***Mature sexual content. 18+ readers ONLY!***

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Arriving at the station that night, Raymond paused upon parking his car and scanned the parking lot beneath the orangey glow of the illuminated streetlights. After taking a moment to look over the vehicles in each parking spot, his brows furrowed in wary confusion.

Y/N’s car wasn’t there.

It should have been. Despite their situation, Raymond hadn’t stopped keeping track of Y/N’s work schedule, and he knew she was supposed to be working tonight, the same shift as him. He’d verified it several days ago when he’d been doing his typical weekly schedule check, in order to keep tabs on her. And while he’d refused to acknowledge to himself what his action of doing that meant, he certainly hadn’t stopped doing it. But after glancing over the parking lot once more, Raymond concluded that her car definitely wasn’t there.

His senses on high alert, Ray was hurriedly walking into the station and heading for the department’s main computer to check the log where each keeper clocked in every night. He didn’t see Y/N’s name, and when he then looked over to the posted patrol assignments for the evening, he saw that the route that he knew Y/N had originally been assigned to had been given to Shannon, another keeper and Y/N’s friend. Lifting his head and looking around the large room, Raymond spotted Shannon over by the zone maps, and he was then walking over to her with the scowl still on his face.

“Where’s Y/L/N?” he said as soon as he reached Shannon, demanding an explanation without the preface of any greeting, not that he was ever one for friendly greetings in the first place.

Shannon had her back to him, still looking over the maps, and when she turned around, her brows were furrowed in surprised confusion at Ray’s sudden presence.

“Huh?” she said.

“Where’s Y/L/N?” Ray repeated, speaking slightly slower with obvious frustration.

But upon fully registering Ray’s sudden presence and his question, Shannon answered plainly and with no elaboration. As far as she was concerned, this jackass didn’t have a right to ask about Y/N.

“She’s not here,” she said flatly.

Ray was already annoyed to hell upon receiving the obvious reply.

“No shit,” he responded, standing his ground. “Why not? Where is she?”

“She’s not here,” was all Shannon gave him, just repeating herself. She stared at him with accusatory anger, knowing what he’d done to Y/N.

“Where. Is. She?” Ray repeated one more time with a barely controlled temper, but Shannon just gave him an unconcerned look back, showing she wasn’t swayed by his attitude.

“What do you care?” she asked him. “From what I’ve heard, you were all too eager to be rid of her recently, so why should I tell you anything?”

At that, Ray’s expression became one that had Shannon cowering slightly.

“Tell me where she is right now, or you can hand in your badge and start looking for a new job,” Ray threatened.

Releasing a reluctant sigh, Shannon answered, but her distaste for Ray was still very evident as she replied.

“She asked me to swap shifts with her so that she could have the night off,” she said.

“Why?” Ray asked.

“Because she had plans.”

“What plans?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” Shannon said, but upon seeing Ray’s face, she was quickly offering more information despite not wanting to. “She has a date, ok? She took the night off because she has a date.”

The blood ran cold in Ray’s veins the moment he heard Shannon’s words, and his voice was barely recognizable as he spoke again, images of Y/N with someone else invading his mind.

“With who?” he gritted out through clenched teeth.

“Nichols,” Shannon revealed. “He asked her out a while ago and they made plans for tonight.”

In a drastic switch, Ray’s blood went from near frozen to boiling at the knowledge that it was Nichols who Y/N was with. Granted, he would have been furious about the situation in any capacity, but the fact that it was Nichols sent it over the edge.

Ray was all too aware that Nichols had always had an eye on Y/N, but when the word had spread that she and Ray were...whatever it was that they were, he’d never been dumb enough to encroach. No one had. It was a silent understanding through the entire station that Y/N was Ray’s, but apparently, Nichol’s had arrogantly pounced on the opportunity the moment he’d learned they’d parted ways.

Big mistake, thought Ray.

His thoughts were interrupted, though, as Shannon’s phone began to ring. Looking down at the caller ID, her eyebrows quickly raised, and she was then answering it, turning away from Ray slightly as she spoke.

“Hi...yeah, I saw it in there. Ok...sure. I’m heading out on my route in about a half hour, so... Ok, sounds good; I’ll meet you out there.”

When she ended the call, Shannon turned around to see Ray staring at her, an expectant look on his face. He’d immediately been able to tell that it was Y/N on the other end of the line.

“She left her jacket in the patrol car earlier today. She wants to stop by and get it.”

Ray’s pulse instantly quickened.

“Go and get it. Bring it inside,” he said to her.

Shannon frowned and shook her head.

“No, I was just gonna meet her in the parking lot to give it to her.”

Ray gave her a look that had Shannon worrying about losing her job again, and she was reluctantly obliging.

“Ok, ok,” she said as she began to move, then she finished as she looked at him over her shoulder. “You’re sick, Leon, you know that?”

But Ray didn’t respond as Shannon walked away, his mind completely consumed with the thought of Y/N with another man. Then it was washed away momentarily and replaced with the vivid memories of her presence filling his apartment with a sense of comfort and respite, with the desire he always found himself having to be real with her in the darkness as he’d hold her against him, with the hunger to both give and receive affection and genuine care, and knowing that there was something about her that he’d never experienced with anyone else. And when he then again thought of that being truly taken away from him, he was seeing red again.

Knowing that he was short on time, Ray was quickly stepping away towards the private offices. Y/N’s apartment was a 15-minute drive from the station, and so Ray decided that his mandatory nightly check-in with the chief wasn’t going to take longer than that tonight. He’d be back out here when Y/N showed up.

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Upon arriving at the station with Nichols, Y/N got out of the passenger seat and looked for Shannon in the parking lot, but she was nowhere to be seen. She reached into her purse and sent her a quick text message, and when Shannon replied with the explanation that she’d brought Y/N’s jacket inside, but now was in the middle of something and couldn’t step away, Y/N was inhaling nervously as she realized she’d have to go inside to get it, which meant possibly running into Ray.

She debated just leaving the jacket and telling Shannon she no longer needed it, but as she thought more about it, Y/N realized that if she was going to get over Ray, she’d have to be able to face him in situations like this. Besides, he didn’t give a shit about her anyway, so there was no need for her to be so nervous. He probably hadn’t even noticed that she wasn’t there tonight.

Still, she asked Nichols to accompany her into the station, feeling like she needed to be able to show Ray that she was moving on, in the event that she saw him. Smoothing out her dress over her thighs, Y/N quietly took a deep breath before then heading towards the station entrance with Nichols, who remained close to her as they walked and held the door for her when they reached the entrance.

The bright lights of the station were a big contrast to the amber glow of the parking lot outside, and Y/N briefly squinted when they got inside. She then shifted to swipe her badge over the scanner, followed by Nichols, and the two of them headed through as the department doors parted to let them in.

After walking several paces, Y/N spotted Shannon over by the zone map screens and called to her, and Shannon turned around with a wave, indicating for Y/N to come to her. Nodding, Y/N made her way over to Shannon, doing her best to keep her gaze forward and not look around the room for Ray, even though she wanted to. She could feel Nichols moving alongside her, but all Y/N could think about was wondering where Ray was, and if he was possibly watching them right now.

Upon reaching Shannon, the two women greeted each other and then spoke for a moment, Shannon giving Y/N the (false, Raymond-instructed) excuse that she’d been tied up with a computer issue with one of the zone maps, and that she’d been unable to meet Y/N out in the parking lot because of it. Brushing it off as trivial, Y/N was shaking her head at Shannon’s apology and smiling as she took the jacket from her, which Shannon had draped over the back of a nearby chair. But the smile was quickly leaving Y/N’s face and she was slightly jumping in surprise when the loud slam of a door over by one of the private offices had them all turning to look.

If his blood had been boiling before, it was now evaporating into steam as Ray was met with the sight of Y/N and Nichols standing together with Shannon across the large room. Upon exiting the chief’s office, his eyes had immediately landed on them, and he’d pulled the door closed with a jealous anger that had caused a loud slam to echo through the room. As they all turned to look in his direction, Ray registered the short, tight, sleeveless black dress and sexy knee-high boots Y/N was wearing, and when he saw that she had taken the time to do her hair and makeup in the same way that he secretly loved, he was heading over to them in a silent fury before he even knew what he was doing.

As soon as her eyes locked with Raymond’s from across the room, Y/N was quite certain her heart had stopped, and when he then began to make his way towards them with calculated strides and a death glare that he held the entire time, she physically took a few steps back, swallowing nervously. But her nerves soon turned to complete shock when, as Ray reached their group, he quickly turned to Nichols and, without a word, pulled back his arm and punched him square in the face, the sound of knuckles meeting nose cracking in the air as Ray’s fist made contact with Nichols’s face.

As the scene unfolded before them, Y/N and Shannon were both shrieking in horrified surprise, but Y/N barely had time to register the way Nichols fell backwards or the blood that began running from his nose before Raymond was then turning to her and their eyes locked again. Immediately, he then reached out and roughly grabbed her forearm, the pain it caused making Y/N release a small yelp as Raymond yanked her towards him and then began to walk with angry determination, pulling Y/N along behind him.

“Owww! What are you doing?! Ray!” Y/N was shrieking again as she tripped over her own feet as Ray roughly dragged her behind him. “Are you nuts?! Let go of me!”

He didn’t listen, though, of course, and Y/N looked over her shoulder at Shannon as she stumbled along, and not only did she see Nichols still trying to recoup from Ray’s punch, but many other people were watching the scene in shocked or entertained amusement as they whisked by. As she was looking back, she stumbled again, and Ray roughly jerked her arm once more and she was forced to turn forward again. As they walked, she began twisting her arm within his grasp, trying to get him to release her while speaking once more, this time keeping her voice lower to avoid any more attention than they were already getting.

“Let go of me!” she hissed. “Ray! I’m serious! What the hell are you doing?!”

Her heart was pounding as Ray led them through the department doors, and she lowered her free hand to her thighs, clumsily attempting to pull down the hem of her dress, which had ridden up considerably as she’d been forced to practically jog behind him. Still, Ray said nothing in response, but Y/N soon realized that he was heading for one of the small, unoccupied holding rooms at the back of the station, and when he aggressively punched the code in the keypad to unlock the door, he was then yanking her inside and slamming the door closed behind them before he turned on her and was immediately pinning her against the small table in the room, his legs on either side of hers as he caged her in place.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growled as his face came within inches of hers. “Showing up here with Nichols and walking around looking like a little slut?”

Immediately, Y/N’s eyes narrowed, and her voice was just as bitter as his as she answered him.

“What do you care, huh?! Since when do you give a single fuck about me or anything that I do?”

Ray’s heart was pounding at her words.

“And since when are you getting close and personal with Nichols, or anyone else for that matter? And also acting like a shit keeper and passing off shifts in order to go out dressed like that and offering yourself up like a whore. Are you a whore now, Y/N, huh?”

At that, Y/N’s eyes burned with an anger of her own, and she quickly lifted a hand and slapped it across Raymond’s face. As he slightly pulled away from her in surprise, Y/N took the opportunity to then plant her palms on his chest and roughly shove him further away, and she was fully standing and moving towards the door as she spoke again.

“Fuck you, you heartless asshole!” she said to him. “You need to treat me like shit in order to feel better about yourself? Well, I went along with that sick habit for far too long. Find somebody else to not give a fuck about, because like you said, we’re done!”

She was reaching for the door handle when she felt Ray roughly grab her again, only this time, his hands were tightly gripping her shoulders as he pulled her back towards him and then turned their bodies and pushed her up against the wall behind them. He kept his grip on her tight as he slotted his knee between her legs, and Y/N was trying to wrestle from underneath him again as Ray pressed her harder into the wall.

“Let me go!” she shouted again, and she tried to move enough to push Ray away once more, but his hands on her upper arms were too strong. And when he then roughly dragged his hands down her arms and gripped her hips instead, she was shouting once more as he kneaded her tender flesh and pressed his lower half against hers.

“Stop it! Don’t fucking touch me, Ray!”

Pressing himself against her, Ray’s heart was still pounding as he felt Y/N fight him. And when she thrashed around once more, he was stopping her by roughly knotting his fingers in her hair and holding her still as he tugged her hair and forced her to look at him as he spoke.

“We’re not done,” he said, his voice low and possessive. “Not even fucking close. And you think you know everything, but you don’t. Not by a long shot, babygirl.”

His tone and his words had Y/N’s heart racing and her stomach flipping, and when she met his eyes, that silent offering that she thought she’d seen from him in those rare, past fleeting moments was now vividly clear. After another split second of looking into each other’s eyes, Raymond was closing the minimum remaining space between their lips and aggressively planting his mouth on Y/N’s as her chest heaved and she moaned against him.

She was lost somewhere between confusion and bliss, and Y/N couldn’t think as she felt the familiar and wonderful sensation of Ray’s lips on hers. Despite her lingering hurt and anger, she couldn’t resist giving in to him, and when she felt his hands tighten on her waist as their lips devoured each other, she was unable to stop herself from lifting her arms to wrap around Ray’s neck and pull him even closer against her. And when she arched against him and moaned once more, Raymond was pulling away from her lips to look at her again, and the same look was still in his gaze.

Parting from her for just a moment, Raymond could see that Y/N was battling confusion, so obviously wanting to believe and give in to him, but clearly still defensively apprehensive. After holding her gaze for a moment longer and seeing the silent question she was asking him, Ray’s heart was pounding and his veins were pulsing as he leaned forward once more and dropped his head into the crook of Y/N’s neck.

“What do you want me to say?” he said, his voice low and heavy as he nuzzled her skin. ��You want me to say that I love you? That I need you? That I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you every single minute of every single day since I let you go? That I’m fucking miserable without you?”

He’d quickly moved his hands down to Y/N’s thighs, and he was hurriedly pushing the skirt of her dress upwards as he kissed her neck and then lifted a hand to graze her breast.

“Ray...” Y/N breathed out in a needy whine, and she lifted a hand to Ray’s head, desperately threading her fingers through his hair and scratching at his scalp as she felt him kiss her neck again.

“Because it’s all true, babygirl,” he said, and he was then kissing her collarbone before curling his fingers into the top band of her dress and pulling it down her chest, slipping his hand inside the bralette she was wearing beneath it and kneading her breast as he thumbed her nipple. “All of it’s true.”

“Ray...” Y/N moaned again as she heard his words and felt him touch her. And then she was seeking his lips on hers again and was unable to resist as she lowered her hands to his waist and began opening his pants, the sound of his leather coat brushing against the fabric as he thrusted his hips.

“You’re the only one who makes me feel things, Y/N,” Ray said then as he hooked his finger into the hem of her panties and tugged them down. Briefly separating, Y/N quickly stepped out of them as they dropped to her ankles, and then Ray was gripping her thigh and hiking her leg up around his waist as she looked down and finished drawing him out of his briefs, her hand stroking his length for a moment as he leaned forward and nuzzled her neck once more.

Y/N’s heart was racing as she heard Ray speak, and the two of them remained pressed against the wall as they molded to each other. The guttural groan Ray released upon her palming his cock and stroking over his tip had Y/N’s stomach flipping, and she herself was then whining again as she felt Ray place his hand at her mound and find her clit with his fingers, stroking her with the knowledge of exactly what she needed. Arching into him once more, Y/N was then suddenly gripping the edges of Ray’s black leather coat as he positioned himself at her entrance and pressed his forehead to hers.

“I love you,” he said, and then after a half-second’s pause, he was thrusting himself inside of her with a force that had Y/N calling out in rough pleasure.

“Ray!” she cried, and her heart was about to explode out of her chest as his hips became flush against her. She was immediately knotting her fingers in his hair again and pulling his mouth to hers as he began to move, their kiss sloppy and needy as his statement hung in the air between them.

Y/N gripped Ray’s shoulders as he moved inside of her, her walls clamping around him and her lips still on his. Her mind was battling between processing all that he’d just admitted to her, and going blissfully thoughtless at the primal pleasure he had her feeling. She felt a warmth spread through her as she was finally able to grasp the fact that Ray had just said all that he had, but when he then stroked her clit again and licked her neck, she was clinging to him in desperation, his thrusts rocking her violently as her little bundle of nerves screamed with pleasure and her heel dug into the back of his waist. As she then hung her head and moved with him, she was looking up once more when she heard Raymond quietly say her name.

“I love you,” he repeated to her, and in that instant, Y/N saw everything about him that he kept hidden, but that had made her love him, regardless, and she slowed them momentarily in order to bring their foreheads together once more.

“I love you, too,” she whispered back.

After a passionate kiss had them moving together again, Y/N was again clinging to Ray as he touched her just right, then brought them both to the edge with needy urgency. The sounds in the room were a mix of heavy breaths, skin meeting skin, and leather lewdly squeaking as Ray moved even faster and Y/N’s raised leg tightened around his waist. With a final touch, he had her crying out in bliss, and his own rush came crashing around him as he released a strained grunt and then once more slowed their bodies as he dropped his head to her neck.

They stayed molded together, pressed against the wall for several minutes as Y/N cradled his head over her shoulder and Ray continued to hold her. Finally, he shifted and pulled back enough to look at her, Y/N’s hand still at the nape of his neck as their eyes met.

“The only one,” he said to her again with a slight shake of his head, and then their lips were meeting once more.

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