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kinktober day thirteen - mirror sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: your boyfriend likes fucking you in front of a mirror and making you watch yourself (Soap MacTavish x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut with no plot, p in v, no protection, creampie, established relationship, johnny calls reader pretty girl and sweetheart, i think that’s it??, lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 402

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: okay but why is this the first time i’m writing a scottish character, as a scottish person myself😶

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Soap had you pulled into his lap and sat at the edge of the bed, your back to his chest and legs on either side of his.

his thick cock nestled in your warmth and his feet firmly planted on the ground, his chin on your shoulder watching your body as he thrusted up into you.

tutting every time you looked away from yourself, reaching a big hand up to tilt your head back towards the mirror before whispering out into your ear.

“such a pretty girl for me, yeah?”

nodding your head in response, head lulled to the side against his. eyes hooded and loosely following each drag of his cock, mewling as the head of him hit deeper with every thrust.

“there’s my pretty girl, watching me fuck you n’ yer pretty pussy”

whining at his words and turning in on him, forehead against his jaw before he was tilting your head back to the mirror.

the heat in the pit of your stomach growing and your climax nearing, small barely coherent chants of his name was a telltale sign that you were close.

“gonny cum fer me sweetheart?”

nodding at his words while a needy moan pushed past your lips, walls fluttering around him causing his hips to stutter.

his free hand snaking between your legs and two thick fingers pressing to your clit, the need to throw your head back from the pressure overwhelming.

“there we go, let go fer me”

he chuckled out, lips pressing a kiss to your forehead. the fingers against your clit drawing tighter circles and pushing you over the edge, climax hitting you and walls clamping down around him as you came with a cry of his name. his hips bucking up against you before continuing sloppy thrusts, lulling your head back and hands pushing his bigger one away from your aching clit.

“Johnny ‘s too much”

you’d managed to babble out in the hazey aftermath of your climax, hips trying to pull away from his before his hand pushed your hips down against him.

whining at his continued thrusts before a groan fell from his lips, his chin on your shoulder and his hips thrusts shakily into you. his cock throbbing in your warmth as his climax hit him, spurts of white coating your insides. thrusts sloppy as they continued, spilling every drop inside you.

“fucking perfect f’me, take me so well”

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had a thought,,, gaz def kisses the clit after eating you out 🥺 its just looking up at him so red and puffy when he’s done!

!!! he's such a little bastard, just enjoying how it makes you tremble and shake

gaz takes his absolute time with you, he loves the way your legs either go over his shoulder or spreading your thighs with his hands. knowing exactly where and how to touch you to make you pant for more before his tongue has touched you. he's very big on foreplay, you have to be dropping before his tongue meets your needy cunt so he starts off with your thighs first, leading up with soft kisses and nibbles. blowing a soft breath on your clit just to hear you whine and whimper, soothing them all as his thumbs separate your walls. he licks a long strip with the flat of his tongue, and then using the tip to separate your walls before sucking and clamping his mouth down, curling inwards to reach the special spot.

it's your taste, your scent, he's completely hooked on you as a whole. he takes his sweet time wanting to remember every single detail from how gorgeous you look to how pretty your eager cunt is. you can hear the vibration of his chuckle when you're squirming, practically riding his face for more friction and pressure from him which he so happily gives <33

and then when it's all said and done he kisses your clit once and then twice and three times. he always does, he can't help how cute you look with your lil mind fuzzy from the pleasure. boosts his ego to the moon when you can only offer soft sounds in response and is the biggest sweetheart, cooing at how you did such a good job for him,"did s'well for me baby. s'fucking good. gonna give it all to you"

your reward is being absolutely split on his perfect cock, his thumb rubbing deft circles to your clit coaxing you to cum over and over for him 😋

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kinktober - day 07 - virgin

gaz x f!reader | 2.3k words cw: gaz pov, some manipulation/kyle isn’t the most well meaning man in this, implied pining lol, mutual masturbation, piv sex summary: kyle's lifelong best friend happens to mention she's a virgin. it's a good thing he's a gentleman. sort of. a/n: i intended to stick to my wc but then the voices (kyle) kept talking banner by @/cafekitsune | kinktober list

Her bra hooks the back of her desk chair—lucky shot.

Kyle’s on a lucky streak, seems like. First, securing leave. A feat in and of itself. Second, successfully talking his way into staying at his best girl’s place. Third, though perhaps the most engineered, getting her not-quite-boyfriend to leave.

She was upset, of course. Cried into his shoulder for two days. She didn’t understand why Whatshisface had left so abruptly and stopped returning her messages. She bemoaned her return to sudden singleness and the barely-off-the-ground relationship. Kyle amused her. Comforted her. Assured her there was nothing she was missing out on.

(A leading statement. Makes targets keen to correct. She, being no different, immediately said—)

“Yes there is!”

“Doubt it. Matthew didn’t seem like one to carry particularly stimulating conversations.”

“His name was Michael, and let’s just say, I might as well convert and join a convent.”

Hook. “What do you mean by that?”

Line. Wiggling. “I just…I mean I’ve never…”

Come on. “Never what?”

“Fucked. Okay? I’ve never fucked someone.”

Sinker.

He thanked himself for acing every RTI course he’d taken, what with the journey his insides took at such an admission. Never in a million years did he think he’d get so lucky. He had wondered if he’d lost his chance ages prior, a lifetime ago.

And she said it all self-deprecatingly. She laughed at herself. But he watched her face fall.

Then, rise, tentatively, with his offer.

“Say the word, and I’ll save you from the sisters.”

Which led him here, her bra settling against a piece of furniture, a pair of fantastic tits spilling damn near his face.

Kyle lowers and buries his face into the cradle of her neck and shoulder. A moan slips from her mouth as he presses a kiss there, stubble rasping her skin. He grunts, teeth scraping and hands shoving up to palm at her chest. Thumbs swiping over her nipples, feeling them harden further.

Her honeyed voice in his ear, gasping softly. “Ah, Kyle.”

Kyle grins against her neck. So sensitive, so responsive. He cannot wait to hear what sort of sounds he’ll pry out of her.

He pulls back, meeting her half-lidded gaze with his own. Anticipating coiling in his stomach as his hands smooth up her thighs, then tuck under the waistband of her panties. Seeing no obvious distress or discomfort, he tugs them down, teeth resting on his bottom lip at the unveiling of her body. He groans at the sight of her coarse curls, he loves a woman with a bush, but his lips part at the sight of her pussy. It’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Another time, further down the road—he’ll ask her for a picture. Just for him.

“Won’t it be awkward?” She had asked.

“We’ve known each other since we could walk. What could be more natural?” He’d answered.

Kyle swallows thickly, coaxing her legs open through their squirming. Eating her up with just his eyes, stuck to the wet seam of her cunt.

He briefly considers diving right in, burying his mouth and nose until he suffocates, but he wants her worked up. Aching for it. So his eyes flick back to her tits, and his hands follow. He watches intently as he toys with her nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. He doesn’t miss a single twinge of her brow or inhalation. She’s good for him the whole time, hands stuck at her sides. She’s already clutching the sheets like a lifeline.

Soon enough, her mouth’s caught in a perpetual gasp, and he sinks back down to capture it in a languid kiss. He allows her to take the lead, rewarding her eagerness by letting her dictate its duration, and his chest cracks at the soft sigh she gives him in turn. With her thoroughly relaxed, he experimentally rocks his hips, letting his clothed tip gingerly bump against her clit. The fingers on his back muscles tense and dig in, but the little shiver he feels pass through her chest into his makes him smile into her mouth.

He withdraws, tongue passing over his lips as he reclines. Breathing heavily, he tilts his head, palming his cock.

“Touch yourself. Show me how you like it.”

“Kyle,” she pouts. “That’s not—can’t you just…?”

“No can do, babe. Don’t want to make a mess of this, ‘least not yet,” he smirks, ignoring the small smack she delivers to his knee. “I want to see what you do. Everyone’s different.”

“Don’t remind me of how many people you’ve slept with.”

Attitude is a defense mechanism. A cute defense mechanism but a barrier all the same. He pulls further back, delighting in the deepening of her frown. She needs to learn.

“And you don’t give me that lip. Touch yourself. I know you know how. No way you’ve neglected that pretty pussy for so long.”

She huffs and complains a minute more but rewards his patience. One hand snakes down and tentatively rubs her clit, movements stiff, still shy, and tucks a finger into her hole. It’s adorable, the shallow plunge. It’s a miracle she’s ever gotten off before, what with how unsatisfying it looks compared to what Kyle knows he can give her. Will give her.

His focus shifts back to her face as he slowly discards his pants, needing to free his cock with the sounds her finger makes in her hole. He watches her eyes widen as it bobs free, tracking every move as he maneuvers atop the bed, stripping them off entirely.

“Like what you see, babe?”

“Y-Yeah.” The way she lifts her gaze seems mechanical.

Already leaking, his cock twitches in his palm on an upstroke. He hasn’t slept with a virgin in so long—he’d forgotten what that meld of hunger and curiosity looks like. She doesn’t look away at the slick sound of his pre spreading over his head under his thumb, nor when there’s an audible, wet suction around her finger. She bites her lip, eyes watering. Sweet thing. So close to grasping what she’s been missing.

“Add another.” She hesitates but complies, and he nearly comes watching the pinch of her face as she dips a second finger into pussy. “Ah, no. Keep looking at me, angel. That’s right. Focus on the feeling.”

And like that, slow and steady, he talks her into a third.

“It hurts.” she whines, despite the weak buck of her hips into her hand.

If you think that hurts sits on the curl of his tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth. The backs of his fingers are drenched in precome. More than once, he’s had to pause. “I know, but it’ll ease up. I’m bigger than two of your fingers.”

“Then why don’t you,” she gasps, eyes briefly fluttering shut. “Why don’t you use yours?”

He’d like to. Truly. The thought makes him dizzy. But that would require him to be a better man than he is, if only she’d brought this up four, five years earlier. His fingers can go another day.

“Because,” his jaw works. He’s well aware of the knife’s edge he walks. Everything he says before he’s inside her is a coin flip. “I don’t want my fingers to be the first part of me inside you, babe.”

Her eyes widen a fraction, and to his relief, she moans. “Fuck, Kyle, that’s…That’s so…”

“I know.” He grins.

She ends up stuffing her pussy with four fingers, the last digit tucks in without his urging. He stops her after her breath hitches. She pouts again.

“Shouldn’t I come first? Before–?”

“You’re wet enough, believe me,” He teases. It’s a little mean, but he’s impatient. He’s never been able to maintain the same stillness his job requires out of the field. “I think you’re ready. Feel ready?”

Kyle barely kills a smug smile as she firmly presses her lips together before finally eking out a yes, steady but thin. Her shoulders are loose, but her slick fingers curl nervously over her belly like she’s trying to hold herself together. Her eyes flicker with something she’s trying hard not to show, something just beneath the surface, but she keeps her face neutral.

The sense of satisfaction is a small thrill. Not from her answer but from knowing he’s got her this far.

He chucks her chin as it dips, lowering his own to keep their eyes level. “You know I’ll be gentle, right? As much as I can? You trust me, don’t you?” He makes a show of opening and rolling on the condom. It’s a small travesty, but he’ll get her on the pill soon enough. If anything, it makes her less likely to back out.

As she nods, he lays her back. Listens to her intently. “I know, I know.” She mumbles, but her eyes snap to his cock, its weight resting in the crease of her thigh.

“Don’t worry, relax.” he whispers, brushing his lips against hers, then pressing into a kiss. He takes advantage of a gasp to deepen it, moving his hips and adjusting his cock to let it slip over her folds. He groans, nudging her clit with its head. She’s soaking, radiating pure heat.

This is the part where he should reassure her, say “If it hurts too much, or if you want me to stop, tell me.” He doesn’t. He’s gone years thinking this was out of reach. Impossible. ‘Natural’, he told her. Same as ‘inevitable’, he thinks.

Bracing himself on one arm, he guides his cock to her hole, eyes drilling into where his tip disappears. Just a hint, enough to make sweat break out along his neck. Warmth flows from her sex, as inviting as a hearth. Notched, he starts to push in, fingers leaving his length to return to her clit. Standby mode for when—

“Shh, you’re alright,” it’s automatic when a pitiful whine escapes. He looks from her wide eyes to the crease between her brows and parted lips. “Fuck, it’s so good, babe. You’re alright.” He kisses her chin and jaw, the corners of her open maw, as another uncertain, wavering noise strikes high from her throat.

He pauses to kiss her deeply again, swallowing a few more gasps as he lets her adjust a bit. He toys with her clit, continuing his push. Her nails bite into his shoulders, and she whimpers a weak apology against his mouth that makes his chest ache and restraint slip. He burrows in a few inches all at once.

His sudden burst punches a loud, surprised sound out of her, one that puffs right past his ear. She pants against the shell, muttering over and over as she adjusts around him.

“Ohgodohgodohgod—“

He quiets her with more kisses, eventually getting her to take it down an octave and use her words.

His arm burns from flexing, muscles working to keep him partly hovering above her, sweat dripping from his brow. She’s so unbelievably tight, wet, and molten around his cock. It’s everything he’s wanted and more. A slice of heaven gifted to him, made for just him. No one else. She might go on to sleep with other people—hopefully not, if he plays this right—but he’s the one she will remember.

“Kyle…S’big,” she slurs, lips moving against his cheek.

“You’re alright,” he repeats with a chuckle, a sample of the loud, mad laugh he feels tickling his throat. Triumphant. “Talk to me. How else do you feel?”

“It didn’t—It’s…weird?” She echoes a delirious giggle, twinging when he shifts his weight. She doesn’t look too sure. “But…”

“But what?”

“Can you keep touching…y-yeah, like that.”

He smirks, kisses her, and hastens the circles on her clit. He decides he can grind for a bit and find every last inch he can claim. Slowly but surely, her breathing levels and her cunt gives up territory. Lets him in until his balls are flush with the cushion of her ass.

“There we go, look at that.” He pulls back slightly to admire where he ends, and she begins, the smell of sex and sweat dizzying. “No convent for you.”

She lets out a shaky breath, one hand letting go of him to scrub over her eyes in giddy disbelief. “Thank God.”

“Thank me.”

That gets him a swat, but the hand that strikes scrambles around his arm when he pulls out and snaps back in. Beyond that, there’s not much talking. Not much thinking, either. Rapture gradually twists her face, and he practically watches any traces of her earlier shyness and embarrassment fly out the window.

A frisson runs down her spine, a sharp, electric shudder that tells him he’s found the right spot. He adjusts accordingly, setting course to hit with each thrust, and rubs her clit in tandem. Her knees knock against his sides, pressing, mirroring her cunt’s clenching and fluttering.

“‘M close, Kyle, I’m close—”

“I know, can feel it. You’re strangling me, shit, you feel good—come on, angel.”

Every roll of his hips makes her moan and gasp, the sounds climbing higher and higher. His shoulders are numb where her nails hold on like the pain’s settled beneath the surface or fled from pleasure. When her legs dig into his side and hold, he drops closer again, speeding up his fingers to draw her even tighter around his cock.

His name leaves her mouth broken over the sharp edge of a wail as she comes hard, body spasming beneath him, squeezing the life out of him. She goes lax after a moment, save for her hands, still holding on with a feather-light strength. Her teary eyes crack open and dart across what must be an ugly look of conquest on his face. He wonders in the seconds before he fills the condom if she sees the devotion there, too, or if it’s eclipsed by all his coveting.

After, she thanks him with a kiss so tender, his cock stirs. Laying face to face, entangled and intertwined, she feels it against her thigh and laughs tiredly.

“You joking? You’re insatiable.”

Kyle stares hard, chest heaving at the fleeting but vivid image of her on her knees floating through his head.

“You have no idea.”

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mdni

thinking about when you’ve finally come home after a long trip. maybe it was a trip with your friends, or maybe it was business or family related. the second you and kyle get home from the airport, he pounces on you immediately.

kyle shoves you onto the sofa and starts tugging at your clothes, not caring if he’s popped a button or ripped some fabric. he’s impatient and your clothes are in his way, sweetheart.

“missed you,” kyle says while he contemplates if he wants to fuck you first, or if he just wants your pussy in his mouth.

“i missed you too,” you grin, before pushing his head down and giving him an eyeful of your pussy.

his shoulders shake with laughter when you let out a squeal and try to close your legs around his head after he drags his tongue across your puckered hole. your legs fall open the moment he drags his tongue through your folds and teases your clit with his fingers, the quick electrifying circles making your vision blur and your pussy drool.

“please, please, please,” you whine when your pussy clenches around nothing. you need something, anything to fill your greedy hole. tongue, fingers, your man’s cock.

“please, please, please,” kyle coos mockingly, before grinning sharply. he loves it when you beg, it only makes his dick harder.

he throws your legs over his shoulders when you begin to whine and tell him he’s being mean. all thoughts are forgotten when kyle buries his tongue deep in your drooling pussy. your little gasps and mewls are like music to his ears. he groans when your fingers sink into his curls, your hand tightening briefly when he nips at your folds.

“kyle,” you whimper when his teeth closes around your clit, your body jerking in his hold.

“missed this pussy so much,” kyle croons, before dipping his head and sucking the slick out of your hole, eliciting a high pitched keen from that pretty mouth of yours.

“oh god.”

you can feel your thighs start to shake as kyle continues to eat your pussy like a man who hasn’t eaten in days. he swirls his tongue and nips at your clit before giving you a hard suck that has you seeing stars as you arch up off the couch. kyle just shoves you back down and devours your pussy until you’re creaming right on his tongue.

it’s obscene, absolutely filthy how your man just buries his face further into your slick after he demands for you to cum again. kyle doesn’t even bother asking you if you can cum again, because you will. you always do.

the grip he has on you to keep you in place loosens up when he replaces the tongue in your drenched pussy with two fingers. you start clawing at the upholstery when those talented fingers begin to press up against your g-spot. brown eyes watch you in amusement as you try to fuck yourself on those fingers, while babbling incoherently. he shuts that down quickly with a light pinch to your clit and a stern stop fuckin’ moving.

kyle ignores the annoyed hiss you let out, and speeds up his movements, fucking his fingers into your pussy while you yowl and dig your nails into the cushion as the pleasure builds. when your pussy starts to flutter, signaling your second orgasm, you start begging.

“please, ky,” you whimper, while thrashing a little when the pleasure starts to becomes too much.

“please, what? you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?”

“yes,” you choke out breathlessly. you’re so fucking close.

a feeling of euphoria washes over you when kyle tells you to put your pussy to use and cum for him. you cum with tears in your eyes and his name spilling from your lips. and you’re so out of it, you’re only vaguely aware of the squelching sound coming from between your legs as kyle gently removes his fingers from your hole. the only response you can muster up is a soft whine when he caresses your plush thighs and coos words of encouragement in between belly kisses.

“well, that’s one way to welcome me home,” you murmur breathlessly once you’ve come down from your high. when your man leers at you.

kyle just leers at you while he’s tugging his sweatpants down and says, “yeah? i can think of another.”

seeing you fall apart on his dick might be enough for him to forgive you for leaving him with nothing but a fist to fuck and no pussy to eat.

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After a tough mission

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🏎️🏁 It's F1 Season! 🏁🏎️

(Sgt Kyle Gaz Garrick + Sir Lewis Hamilton)

Bahrain GP is on the horizon! Have a combination of my two current brain rots 😭 I think it's been a running joke among the CoD community that Gaz (played by Elliot Knight the king himself) looks like Lewis Hamilton!

Drawing these two has been so fun! Here's to an exciting F1 season! 🏎️🏁

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price: two rookies have heatstroke. no more outside pt for the time being

soap: [glances at the door] the heat’s stroking people? for free?

[exasperated sighs from across the table]

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P: Neighbour!Gaz x F!Reader

CW: SFW/NSFW, Mirror sex

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would first meet you when you’re stuck on the pavement, surrounded by heavy boxes after the moving truck leaves. You hadn’t thought to call friends or family for help, stupid idea but when you see the most strikingly handsome man jogging back towards the building, all sweaty and built like he was carved from stone, you think about asking him.

Before you can even open your mouth, he’s already offering, his voice smooth and his smile so genuine you can’t help but say yes. He lifts the boxes like they’re nothing, muscles flexing under the sweat and you catch the scent of his cologne, wondering how a man drenched in sweat can still smell so good. When he hears "Flat 3B" he tries to play it cool, but his eyes give it away anyway, especially when he unlocks the door right next to yours.

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would find every excuse to drop by your flat, borrowing sugar or asking if you’ve seen his non-existent cat named Catniss. Every time he knocks, it’s perfectly timed to catch him shirtless after a workout, his body gleaming and muscles tense.

He’d lean against the doorframe, a teasing smirk on his lips as he watches you try not to stare, clearly flustered. You try to keep your cool, but he’s already thinking of all the ways he’d have you in front of a mirror so he can break you down into a shameless mess.

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would take note of your subtle hints, like when your eyes linger a little too long on his lips or when you try to hide that shy smile whenever he’s around. It’s enough to get him thinking of ways to get closer to you, like inviting you over to watch a new film that just came out or needing help with an online order.

He’d sit closer than necessary on the couch, stealing glances at you instead of watching the screen, his attention entirely on the way your body shifts, the way you breathe when you’re near him.

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would not-so-casually invite you over for dinner, using some of his best recipes just to see that smile of yours brighten his entire kitchen. He’d tease you with smart remarks and cheeky compliments, watching how you respond with every word, every laugh.

And when you’d bake him something as a thank you, he’d devour every bite, even if it broke his strict diet because seeing you pleased and knowing he’d done something right was worth every single calorie.

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would get lost in his thoughts sometimes, especially when you’re standing there, asking if he needed anything. All he’d be thinking about is you bent over his counter or laid out on his bed, hands pinned above your head. You’d have to ask again to snap him out of it and he’d clear his throat, quickly making up an excuse for knocking on your door at 10 p.m. Nasty habit.

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would finally take the chance one late evening, showing up at your door with that signature sly smile. "Could use some company.." he'd say and you'd end up once again in his living room, sitting close in front of the TV. Nothing out of the ordinary except his arm that would stretch along the back, fingers casually brushing your shoulder, lingering just a bit too long to be innocent.

Slowly, his hand would drift lower, fingertips grazing your arm before settling on your knee, his thumb tracing lazy circles and when you don’t pull away, his hand would slide up to your thigh, squeezing gently.

The tension would build with every touch and when you finally look at him and say, ''Are you gonna kiss me or what?'' his pupils would widen, that grin no longer on his lips. He’d lean in, breath warm against your skin and whisper, ''You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.''

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would put two mirrors in his bedroom, one facing the foot of his bed and another across from the dresser. He’d say that he has them there for 'practicality' but the moment he realized how perfectly they captured every angle of you, he couldn't help but plan for more. He’d be grinning like he won the lottery when he saw how you blushed upon noticing the placements, realizing exactly what he intended to do with them.

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would slide his hands up from your hips, gripping you tightly as he presses his naked chest against your bare back and carefully slide inside you, feeling every inch of his cock as it enters your tight, dripping cunt. "Look at us.." he'd whisper against your ear, low and commanding.

As he thrusts deeper, you’d experience the thick, hard length of him filling you inch by inch, stretching you to accommodate his size. Every centimeter would press against your sensitive walls, the slight resistance melting away as he sinks in and his hand would snake around to massage your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

He'd laugh as your mascara runs and your lips part in a messy gasp, saliva dripping down your chin. "Don’t look away." He’d order, his free hand trailing up your throat, keeping you and your gaze in place.

With every thrust, he’d grip you tighter, hips slamming into the soft, sensitive flesh of your ass with a rhythmic force that makes you whimper, your body trembling as he drives you closer and closer to climax. "Look at what you do to me.. What I'm doing to you."

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would then turn you around and hoist you up onto the dresser, his hands strong beneath your thighs, spreading you open as he wraps them around his waist.

He’d watch your expression in the two reflections facing each other before his lips meet yours in a hungry, messy kiss, teeth grazing your bottom lip, pulling it back until you're gasping for air. ''I’ve never seen anyone look so perfect, so fucked out-'' He’d pant, voice breaking with the effort of keeping control. ''Fuck- baby, you’re taking me so well-''

He’d thrust deep and hard, each powerful drive of his hips making your tits bounce with every movement, back muscles flexing with every push inside you. His teeth would scrape your neck, marking up the skin as he moves faster, persistent in his pace, savoring every moan and cry. When you’re both breathless and spent, he'd murmur with a gentle smile, "Think we might need one on the ceiling next, love."

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