#IT Contractors

[morganbritton132]

No one tells you when you get a Big Serious Job™ how many fucking abbreviations you’ll be forced to learn.

[tamamita]

Amazing to see out of all the ceasefire violations, Hamas did not kill a single person, whereas IOF terrorists kept murdering children.

[drgnflyteabox]

Fem!reader x 141

Honestly might be able to to something with the gross stuff I saw at the hardware store I used to work at (except make it hot and 141)

Imagine you're a cashier, the only one with early morning availability so you're there at 5:45am for the 6am start. It's always the worst kinds of contractors there: rude, tired, dirty, leering gazes and sexist comments

You're pretty sick of it, but you get paid a bit more than minimum wage and you're done by 11am so, you take it with a cheery smile and fast service

The 141 contracting company starts spending at your store. So much, in fact, that your manager personally takes you aside to mention just how much they do - nearly a million a year - and how no matter what, your job is to be nice and please them

Well, you can do that. You've dealt with crazy, awful old contractors screaming in your face about lumber prices at 6:30am more than once, heard them talking about your tit's or your ass right in front of you - you can handle it

Until the masked one comes in first and hes huge, dark hoodie and cargo pants hanging low on his hips. He hands you 3k in bills only there are bloodstains on them and he watches you closely the whole time you count them out

It's... not a first, but the look he gives you makes you shiver. Pale eyelashes, tall, intimidating

The second is nicer. Too nice, in fact. He charms you before you're even fully awake, and your shift goes by quickly thinking about that winning smile and the way he'd touched your fingers while he handed you a stack of bills... not to mention those soft brown eyes

The third is... intense, for 8am. He rolls on the balls of his feet, stares at you harder than the masked one. He offers to buy you a hot chocolate at the coffee shop next door and grins like you made a joke when you decline

Their boss is fucking dreamy. Even you have to admit it, trying not to look up at his mustached, frankly porno-esque face. He's huge, as tall as the others but thick, with a little pudge around his belly. He trudges in with thick workboots and a stained t shirt, pays for 24k worth of material with a lazy smile on his face like it's nothing

You might ask head cash to move you to the garden center after all...

[yanderedrabbles]

I desperately need Yandere! Military Contractor fun facts/headcanons or anything else really. Like how tall is he? How old is he? When did he actually saw us/started stalking us? What made him stalk us even? Just anything about him

I think a big part of what makes him so menacing is how mysterious he is. But here are some things you've pieced together from watching him.

Yandere! Military Contractor who kisses your forehead every night before he falls asleep. Who holds you against his chest no matter how warm the weather is. How can he be so tender in the dark, but so awful in the light of day? You've yet to figure it out.

Yandere! Military Contractor who spends every Sunday taking care of his guns. Disassembling them, greasing, cleaning, the whole nine yards. A cigarette in the corner of his mouth as he takes apart an M16 like it's nothing.

You aren't sure why he let's you watch him. If anything, you assume he would want you far away from any weapons. Eventually you get brave enough to try your luck. Grab a rifle when his back is turned and pull the trigger.

Nothing. Just an empty click in the suffocating silence.

Yandere! Military Contractor who just scoffs. Doesn't even bother to turn and look at you.

"Safety's on," he says simply. Like you didn't just point a gun at the back of his head and pull the trigger.

You expect him to punish you. He doesn't. If anything, he looks pleased. Glad to see you still have some fight left in you.

Yandere! Military Contractor with tattoos all across his arm. Names. Dates. Places. A list of comrades or victims? You're too scared to ask.

Yandere! Military Contractor who cooks surprisingly well. Doesn't really eat with you though. Just dumps the plate on the table in front of you and stands with his arms crossed, watching. For a while at the beginning, you tried to stop eating. Hoped that by wasting away he'd maybe lose interest in you. It was a terrible idea.

He got irritable. Angry. Grabbed your thigh so hard it bruised and snarled that if you wanted to eat all your meals through a fucking straw, he could make that happen. You never finished a plate so fast in your life.

Yandere! Military Contractor who keeps his hair short. Not really buzzed, or military cut, but still pretty short. You think maybe it's a habit, but one day when you try and pull him off you by the hair, you realise it's entirely practically. You can't grab it and yank like you would with longer hair. It's just one more way to take some leverage away from you. One more way to stack the cards in his favour.

Yandere! Military Contractor who doesn't soften, no matter what you try. Begging doesn't work. Swearing and fighting and trying to claw his eyes out seems to just amuse him. Crying...well crying just fucking turns him on.

You try being affectionate towards him at some point. Kissing his cheek, hugging him, cradling his face in your palms. Either you're a terrible actor or he's an overly suspicious bastard, because all it does is make him double check the locks every night.

Eventually you give up that approach. You think he doesn't care, but not being nice to him must really hit a nerve. He fucks you extra hard until you realise what he wants.

"I love you," you say through gritted teeth, your palm against his cheek. "I love you."

He slows his pace then. Doesn't keep ramming into you like the goal is more to hurt you than to satisfy himself.

He doesn't say it back. He just drops his head to your ear and snarls.

"Mine. My girl to kiss, my girl to fuck. Mine."

Yandere! Military Contractor who finds you crying in the shower. Head between your knees, sobbing like you're dying. You flinch when he squats down next to you.

He doesn't comfort you. Just looks at you with those flat, empty eyes.

"Get tough."

You want to laugh. Get tough. Like getting held down and fucked is just some kind of training.

Yandere! Military Contractor who takes you out for walks a few times a week. His property is remote, thick with trees and circled with electric fencing. You didn't find out about the last bit until the day you tried to make a run for it and sprinted straight into the wires.

He found you heaving on your hands and knees. Shaking with the aftershock.

"Voltage was any higher you'd be dead."

He grabbed your collar and dragged you behind him, your shoes leaving furrows in the dirt.

"Thought you'd try somethin' stupid, so I put it lower today. Gonna hurt a whole lot more in the future."

You don't try running away on your walks after that.

You think he gives you a bit of freedom because he likes seeing you fail to escape. A cat with its prey. After the first week, he stops keeping you cuffed. You try to escape the first opportunity you get, hanging out of a second story window when he walks up right underneath you. Leans against the wall and lights up a cigarette, eyes on you the whole time.

When you pull yourself back into the bathroom you climbed out of, he just grins in that mocking, lazy way of his. As if to say, what did you think would happen?

Yandere! Military Contractor who keeps his mouth shut tight when you ask him about himself. And it's even worse when you ask him about you.

"How long were you watching me?"

"Why did you choose me?"

"Are my family looking for me?"

"Am I the first girl you've done this to?"

That one he answers. Sort of. He scoffs and squishes your cheeks between his fingers.

"Only ever gonna be you." The way he growls it, it feels more threat than promise.

Yandere! Military Contractor who says he loves you, but never in a language you can understand. He must've picked up a dozen different tidbits from three dozen different countries. Arabic, Swahilli, German, Afrikaans. Always the same. Always I love you. But you never figure it out.

Yandere! Military Contractor who tells himself he deserves you. He's done such awful things. Committed crimes the ICC would happily try him for. But in his mind, it's all justified. All just justification.

He's done awful things. Doesn't he deserve something sweet to cleanse his palette?

Yandere! Military Contractor who entertains the idea of teaching you to fight. You've managed to give him quite a collection of cuts and scars. How much more of a spitfire would you be if you knew how to really throw a punch?

It's counter productive. It's self sabotage. It's making things harder for himself in the long run. But oh, it's so much more fun to wrestle you to the ground. His prize tastes all the sweeter when he has to work for it.

Yandere! Military Contractor who's an irredeemable bastard. He's going to rot in hell for what he's done, going to dance with the devil himself.

But even knowing that, he wouldn't change a single damn thing. He has what he wants - a pretty girl who fucks and fights and cries just how he likes it. And he ain't letting you go.

No matter what.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Wood is wood, right?

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

How did Jason fit 8 heads in a duffle bag? Am I dumb? I'm looking at my duffle and I'm like how my guy? Did this fucker play Jenga? Was it leak proof? Like seriously how?

(I am packing, not taking over the drug trade)

[socialjusticeinamerica]

[dragonpyre]

Stephanie Brown is to the batfamily like what Shawn Spencer is to the Santa Barbara police department

[bittertasteofhoney]

Good Day Sunshine | Ch. 2

The Truth is a Bitter Pill

Summary: After overhearing Joel’s harsh words, you keep to yourself while the older Miller loses part of his mind looking for you.

|| angst, jackson!joel, jackson!tommy, still the slowest burn, joel feeling like a dummy and trying his best ||

Notes: And we’re back! Seriously, thank you so much for the positive response to my very first post on here!!! I can tell we’re about to have the best time. Also, just a heads up, I’m going to omit certain tags in upcoming chapters to avoid spoiling future ones, but I will always give you lovelies a heads up if serious things are coming!

The characters, names and characterizations belong to HBO Max and The Last of Us franchise. This work is my creative property and aside from re-blogs and shares, I do not give permission to share or copy my work without permission or consent.

Previous Chapter.

Joel didn’t like to admit it, but from the first moment he saw you, he knew you would be trouble for him. It was nothing you did or didn’t do, but that first smile you directed his way shook him off his axis for a brief moment. You were filled with light and youth—everything he was missing.

He didn’t want to be an ass to you. Not at first anyway. Every time he crossed paths with you, it was like his tongue separated from his body and the only thing he could do was grunt or stare like a goddamn caveman. He felt old around you, and the more your smiles met his eyes, the more bitter he got. 

He wanted to know you. He wanted to pick your brain about life here in Jackson and know what song was circling your head nonstop. He wanted to know how you liked your coffee in the morning and if you really were that happy all of the time. And if it was all an act, he wanted to know why and what he could do to fix it.

To be perfectly honest, he wanted you. But he knew entertaining any idea of actually having you was laughable. He shouldn’t spoil your youth with his age and hurt. You deserved to be flirted with and shown off by the younger men in town. They at least wouldn’t take your smiles away from you for fear of getting too close. 

So he continued to glare, grunt, and treat you less than civilly whenever you came into contact. 

And to make it all worse, you still always flashed him that fucking brilliant smile. 

The moment he realized you over heard him talking shit in the mess hall, his spine stiffened in a way he felt for days. The tension of his rudeness and his imagined glimpse of your falling face filled his brain like a loop. 

He tried catching you around town, but you were nowhere to be seen. Every time he visited the gardens, you were mysteriously always off on deliveries or breaks. The most he saw was a flash of your hair piled under a faded hair scarf as you ran to the greenhouse on a Tuesday afternoon. He tried to follow you but was blocked by the fierce red-headed Roberta, who clearly heard a recount of what he said. 

It wasn’t long before the entire commune heard some version of Joel’s idiotic words. He wasn’t exactly trying to hide why he was looking for you, and unfortunately for him, people talked. 

He got his fair share of glares from most townsfolk who only felt protective about their little ray of sunshine. And fuck, if that didn’t make him feel worse. Every night, he returned to his home with Ellie and collapsed into the already sunken couch, repeating what he had said in his mind on a loop as he pretended to listen to her recount her day with the local kids.

He didn’t even mean what he’d said, and that was probably the most idiotic thing about it. Airhead. From day one, Tommy told him how you were the backbone of the gardening operation and were one of the key players in making sure everyone in Jackson was fed. You would work from dawn to dusk, delivering rations, picking that season’s produce or canning to guarantee no day went by when someone was hungry.

So not only were you so gorgeous, it almost brought him to his knees, but you were also brilliant and sweet. God, he was so fucked. He hadn’t come across anyone like you since before the outbreak. And even then, no one made the breath leave his body like you did. 

The real reason he didn’t want to make the trek to the gardens to pick up his welcome box was that he knew he wouldn’t be able to come up with a single word to say to you that didn’t betray how confused and done-in he felt about you. 

After the seventh day of trying to find you around town between picking up patrol shifts, helping with repairs around town and ensuring Ellie was taken care of and relatively tame, he fell onto the couch again, entirely alone. He rarely had the house to himself, without Tommy, Maria or Ellie peeking around the corner, so he took that as another opportunity to sink into his regrets. 

He looked out the window facing the faded upholstered seat to see the sun beginning to set. After a moment, he mumbled to himself, “Fuck it.” He stood and took long strides out of the house and down the street to where Tommy pointed out your home. He didn’t think as he went. Just beelined for your front door that was a faded butter yellow because of course your house was as goddamn cheery as you. 

He paused before his hand met the splintered wood of the door to knock. He knew he should give you space, and this was crossing a line, but he couldn’t go another day knowing he hurt you without saying something. Fuck it.

He tapped on the door politely the first few times, but after a few minutes of no answer, he pounded more aggressively. Still no answer. He stepped back and examined the front porch, noticing a few sagging pieces of wood and broken rails. He shook his head before stepping off to walk around to your backyard.

The last thing he expected was to see you there, but sure enough, like a beacon, you were curled in a chair with a book splayed open in your lap as you read and soaked up the last of the day’s sunshine. You looked like a mirage to him.  

You turned the page before holding the book steady and reaching down to grab a cup of something steaming to take a sip. He caught the cover of the book as you moved—The Outsiders. 

You settled back into your seat to continue reading, and he stood there another minute watching you. You looked so at ease. There was no smile on your face—just a contented, soft look about you. He leaned on the fence, but a piece splintered off under his hand, and your head snapped up. 

You were up in a flash, gripping your book and drink, which now splashed across your front. You hissed and whimpered in pain, and Joel strode over to you without thinking. You noticed him getting closer and beelined for your back door, nearly tripping on a rotted step at the bottom. 

“Careful!” Joel reached out to catch you before your ass met the ground. You huffed, half in anger and half in embarrassment. He barely had a chance to hold you before you pushed him away and continued up the steps, now soaked in steaming tea and cheeks flaming red. He called out your name as your hand met the screen door.

“Please, just let me explain-”

“No, Joel. It’s fine.” Your voice came out smaller than you wanted, but you didn’t have it in you to raise your voice at him. Again, your name spilled out of his mouth, this time in a whisper. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him say your name before this. You didn’t even think he knew it. Most people around town called you Sunshine instead of your given name.

You turned to face him slowly. His eyes were soft, punctuated by his stiff stance and arms hanging limply at his side with nothing to occupy them. Most of the time, they were filled with supplies for patrols, lumber for ongoing town projects or occasionally, Ellie’s arm to redirect her away from trouble. 

They were rarely empty.

“Please, just go.” You hated how your voice shook. “I don’t really think you and I have a whole lot to say to each other. And that’s fine. We don’t have to be friends, or even acquaintances. I’ll make sure someone else covers your deliveries if you ever miss a pick up again.”

“You don’t have to.” His voice was like honey, rough from life but still so smooth. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you shook your head and, once again, forced a smile.

“I don’t mind.” Without giving him a chance to respond, you open the screen door and retreat into your house, with your tea-stained copy of The Outsiders in hand. 

For a suffocating moment, Joel just stood there, the previous moments replaced in his mind, his eyes flitting from rotten wood to broken railings. He exhaled and shook his head as he stepped over the broken part of your stairs and into the yard. He walked past the part of your fence he snapped when leaning on it and continued down the lane back towards home, his mind was already made up.

You didn’t want to talk to him. That was clear and deserved. But he wouldn’t let you continue living in a crumbling house. You should be able to sit in the sun and read without everything breaking around you. That, at least, he could fix. 

The next few days were spent negotiating with Tommy to learn your shift schedule and trades with the town’s carpenters to get wood and hardware. Tommy gave him a few days off patrol to settle whatever project had his brother going nuts. 

Like clockwork, every day, as soon as you turned the corner towards the community gardens, Joel was rounding it to start repairs on your porch, steps and fence. He was there for a few hours each day, careful never to interrupt your schedule.

At first, you didn’t notice the repairs since Joel never left anything behind for you to spot—no tools or extra wood. Not even a pile of sawdust. His first fix was the fence, but since you always used the front door, it never crossed your eyeline. The thing you finally noticed was the step he fixed leading to your porch. 

You asked around town, trying to figure out who the new resident Robin Hood was, but no one had a clue. The most you got was a smirk from Tommy one day when you relayed the mystery repairs to him. However, Tommy almost always had a smirk lining his face, so that told you nothing.

Of course, all Joel’s careful planning came crumbling down one day when he got your schedule wrong. Tommy swore you were off on Friday after working doubles for over a week, and Joel believed him. He had no clue his little brother might fudge your schedule to see what fire might spark. 

You were enjoying a much-needed extra hour of sleep when the echoing rhythm of a hammer woke you up. What the hell? Sitting up, you stretched your sore leg muscles and back before rambling down the stairs to your back door. You swung the door and screen open, not caring that you were only in a sleep shirt and panties. Hell, your hair probably resembled a bird’s nest, but all you had on your mind was catching your mystery helper. 

The last person you ever expected to see kneeling on your porch and now staring at your red panties and decades-old Atlanta Braves t-shirt was Joel Miller. 

“What are you doing here?!” 

Next Chapter.

Tag list :) @silksepia @hello-nah817 @longlivetheloneliness

[wayward-dreamer]

Drop The Charges

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Plus size!Reader

Word count: 4.1k

Summary: After a car accident a few weeks prior, you were determined to make the asshole that hit you pay. Unfortunately he was incredibly handsome and convincing as he comes up with a pretty enticing way to get you to not press charges. (no outbreak!au)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, swearing, mention of minor car accident/damage to vehicle, reader being unnecessarily mean and stressing Joel out but girlie's going through some shit okay?, mention of past relationship/bad breakup, minor mention of body insecurity, age gap (reader in her early 30s, Joel in his early 40s) heated argument, ultimatum, Joel's assertive and reader is into it, strangers to lovers, smut: dirty talk, oral (f! receiving), Joel's a capital M Munch™️, using panties as a gag, apologies, fluff. Reader described with female anatomy, no use of y/n.

A/N: This was written for @clubsoft's Have You Ever Tried This One? Writing challenge. This was such a fun prompt to write, I hope you like it, Dulsè! I may or may not already have thought about part 2 for this! Happy reading everyone! <3

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You walked through the foyer of the courthouse, your purse slung over your shoulder and your light gray trench coat fluttering from the wind in the large expanse of the vaulted space, as you followed behind the lawyer that had been assigned to you from the court. Your black heels clacked against the marble floor as he led you towards a hallway, with doors on each side all marked with numbers engraved on the dark wood. He stopped in front of a door marked ‘6’ and twisted the door handle, holding it open for you and allowing you to step in first. You walked in and dropped your purse on one of the chairs at the conference table, turning around and folding your arms across your chest as you waited for the man that followed behind you.

Joel Miller stepped through the threshold, rubbing his palms together as he looked around the room and avoided looking at you. You glanced between him and your lawyer, giving him a small nod to let him know that you were okay for him to leave.

“You’ve got ten minutes,” he reminded you before he closed the door behind him.

An awkward silence fell in the room as you glared at Joel, watching as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, his other sliding into the front pocket of his dark jeans. He was wearing an olive green shirt that was tucked into the denim, his sleeves rolled up his forearms which he had clearly done on the walk from the courtroom to this empty conference room you now occupied. Unfortunately for you and this situation, he was incredibly attractive, with specks of grey in his dark locks and salt and pepper stubble across his jaw. If you didn’t have unnecessary beef with him, maybe you would’ve asked if he was interested in having dinner with you.

“So, you’re the one who asked to talk this out,” you said, your sharp tone startling him a little. “Start talking, Miller.”

“Hey, you’re the one who’s got it out for me, sweetheart,” he countered, taking a small step towards you. “For no good reason, I’ll add, so why don’t you tell me why you’re doing this.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” you argued.

“Okay, you know what? You don’t but you gotta stop this, alright?” he reasoned, holding his hands up in defence. “I stopped and helped you out, gave you my information, just like I was meant to. So I don’t understand how we even got here.”

Honestly, you had no idea how you got there, either. It all started with that fateful morning a few weeks ago, when you were driving to work with red, puffy eyes that your make-up did nothing to cover up. You had just broken up with your boyfriend the night before, well, he had broken up with you. It had been awful, you screamed yourself hoarse as you tried to make sense of why and of course as was the case with so many men, he didn’t give you a good reason. He had never said it outright but you knew he had issues with your appearance, subtly referring to your weight or the way you dressed. In hindsight, you had never been happier to be out of that relationship, but at the time it felt like your whole world was crashing down around you.

The morning after he broke your heart, you had decided work would be a good distraction and had left a little earlier than you normally did. Little did you know, you would be at a red light and then rear ended by the black truck behind you. You had cursed up a storm inside your car as you found a spot to pull over, slamming the door shut as you met the guy halfway and started hurling insults at him. You remembered him apologizing, he gave you a “seriously, I have no idea what happened, I’m an idiot” and then took out his phone to exchange information with you for both of your insurance companies. You had reluctantly gone ahead with it, but inside you had been fuming. You weren’t in the right headspace for days after, far too scarred from the breakup and you just wanted some type of justice brought. Your car had been dented but the damage wasn’t all that bad, but you still managed to find a way to a lawyer and then to a court date. You were surprised you had managed to drag it that far.

When you stepped into the courtroom earlier, the overwhelming feeling of guilt swept over you as you waited for your case to be called. You could see Joel across the aisle, hands clasped as his jaw clenched and didn’t meet your gaze even when it was time to stand in front of the judge. The older, white haired man behind the bench tried to make sense of the situation, but when he also expressed the fact that this could’ve been handled outside of his courtroom, you knew you had been caught in your exaggeration of the situation. You felt your heart sink into your stomach as you learnt that Joel was just a simple man, a contractor with his own business he had with his brother, a single father to a 14 year old girl and just living a quiet life in their Austin home.

Blaming this all on your broken heart was not going to hold up in court, and you had no idea how to salvage this. Just when you were about to admit your wrongdoing and ready to face the consequence, Joel had cleared his throat, briefly made eye contact with you before addressing the judge.

“Your honor, if we can find a way to sort this out, even just ten minutes-”

With a declaration of a recess and a small beat of his gavel, that was how you found yourself in that room with Joel standing across from you. His gaze was oddly penetrating, as if he was trying to figure you out and you didn’t miss the brief once over he gave you, his eyes taking in your curves before looking back at you. You couldn’t help but admire him either, your annoyance mingling with another feeling, something you never would've thought was possible to feel towards someone you barely knew.

“I’m not gonna attempt to make you tell me why you did this, you had your reasons, as messy as they might be. I’m just asking you to drop the charges. That’s all.”

You knew that you should. There was just no way to do that without admitting your fault in all of this, though. You pressed your lips together, gulping nervously as you began to feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Slowly, he walked towards you as he no doubt sensed your hesitation. There was a strange charge in the air between you as neither of you glanced away from each other, his intense gaze making you squeeze your thighs together under your black dress.

“How ‘bout an ol’ fashion deal between adults?” he suggested, raising his brow.

“You can’t offer me any tempting way to settle this, cowboy,” you frowned. Despite your words, you had to admit your curiosity for what he had up his sleeve.

“Sure ‘bout that? ‘Cause I can think of a few things that have been on my mind since I saw you in that dress that might convince you,” he stated, a smirk pulling at his lips as something twinkled in his eye. “And I think they’ve been on your mind, too.”

You might’ve slapped any other man for attempting a line like that on you, and yet with him standing in front of you looking like every fantasy you had ever had, you couldn’t ignore the heat that radiated through your body, wrapped around your spine before settling deep in your core. Your arms dropped down at your sides as he was mere inches from you, staring down at you. 

“Like what?” you asked, your eyes flicking up to meet his.

He slowly lifted his hand, lightly cupping your cheek as his thumb stroked your chin. “We got about…” he briefly glanced at the clock on the wall before looking back at you, “six minutes before we gotta be back in that courtroom. If I can make you cum on my tongue before then, you drop the charges. Judge doesn’t even need to know you made this a bigger thing than it was. Deal?”

“Seems like you get the better end of this deal. What’s in it for me?” you countered, trying to stand your ground but the tremble in your voice gave you away.

“You’ll see when you let me between those gorgeous thighs of yours, darlin’,” he breathed, his voice deep and husky.

You weren’t sure what made you believe him considering you weren’t used to compliments like that. It was hard for you to accept them in relationships let alone from people you had just met, but there was a sincerity in his gaze that gave you a reassurance you weren’t insane. Maybe it was just delusion, maybe it was the heat that burned low in your stomach, but either way you found yourself holding his gaze as you shrugged your trench coat off your shoulders. You dropped it on the chair with your bag, allowing him to take your hand in his large, calloused one and lead you away from the table.

Joel held your waist firmly in his strong grip as he walked you back towards the wall. Your breath hitched just as you pressed up against it, your eyes locked on his as he continued to take in every feature of your face. You felt his hands dig harder into your soft flesh just as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a rough, fervent kiss. You gasped as your arms draped over his shoulders, the sound opening your mouth slightly for his tongue to slip in, mingling with yours and eliciting a deep groan from you. That noise alone was enough to make your thighs squeeze together, feeling the familiar tingle up your spine as you clenched around nothing. He pushed himself closer to you, one of his hands sliding up the curve of your body and cupping your cheek, his lips still fused tightly to yours in an overwhelming embrace. Despite the unfortunate circumstance of how you met, it had still only been a few weeks since the incident, which still made him a stranger. This man shouldn’t be kissing you and caressing you in a way only familiar to lovers that found their rhythm over time, couples that spend years learning everything about each other. Yet there he was, his thick calloused hand sliding over your ample breast and squeezing, causing a surprised moan to escape your lips as you tugged at the collar of his olive green shirt.

His hand continued to drift down your body, finding its way between your legs over the fabric of your dress. He cupped your mound, causing you to pull away with a whimper, staring deep into his eyes. You saw the dark glaze in his brown orbs and you knew that you probably held a similar look, the tension between you both reaching a point of return. Suddenly, the urgency of what he promised you, the deal he was trying to cut, had him pulling away and taking your hands in his, raising your arms up and pressing them against the wall, clasped above your head.

“Keep ‘em there, y’understand?” he muttered against your lips.

You frowned briefly but nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

He dragged his hands over the fullness of your curves as he sank to his knees, gazing up at you as they rested over the hem of your dress, thumbs brushing over the soft skin at the edge of it. A soft hum left you as he pushed the material up, a smirk pulling at his lips as he revealed the delectable thickness of your thighs. You pressed your lips together as his rough palms slid up your smooth flesh and gripped your full hips once again, leaning closer to your covered sex, concealed from him in light pink lace.

“So fucking beautiful,” he husked, lightly nuzzling his nose over you. “Can’t wait to taste you, darlin’...”

You didn’t know where the boldness to speak came from, especially in such a brash way, but in that moment all you needed was for him to deliver on his own proposed solution to this mess you had found yourselves in.

“Then hurry the fuck up, Miller, unless you want my lawyer walking in on us.”

He chuckled as he looked up at you, his fingers hooked into the lace of your panties. “Someone’s eager.”

“Please,” you scoffed, meeting his gaze. “I just want this over with so I never have to see you again.”

“Really? ‘Cause…” he started, harshly tugging at your underwear and pulling it down your legs, taking them off from each foot as he took in the sight of a light sheen of your arousal over your pussy. “I think she’s protestin’ to that, sweetheart.”

He tucked your panties into his back pocket before he nudged your knee and parted your legs without another word, making your muscles seize up at how exposed you were to him. A soft whine left you as he shifted closer, grabbing your hips in his firm grip as he sat down completely and crossed his legs, making himself comfortable as he nestled between your spread legs. Your brows pinched together as you couldn’t figure out why he had done that, but you got your answer very quickly as a long swipe of his tongue over your folds had you gasping loudly. Hearing your reaction had him repeating the move before dipping the muscle between your folds and running tight circles over the bundle of nerves, a small groan from him vibrating against you and sending a shiver through your whole body.

“Joel,” you moaned, softly, glancing down at him.

“So perfect,” he muttered against the inside of your thigh, kissing your skin softly. “All dripping and swollen just for me, aren’t ya?”

You watched on as he moved back to the apex of your thighs, your hips in his hard grasp as he slid his tongue along the seam of your sex, alternating with paying attention to the swollen nub, radiating shockwaves through your whole being. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep quiet and not alert anyone outside the room of what was happening, knowing you didn’t have much time before your lawyer would come back and tell you your ten minute recess was over. As much as you had tried to deny it before, you didn’t want it to be over now, with Joel slowly winning you over with every stroke of his talented muscle.

“J-Joel,” you whimpered, licking your lips as you continued to look down at the top of his head, his luscious graying curls looking incredibly pullable. “Fuck, f-feels so good.”

You heard and felt him chuckle against you as he pulled back slightly, enough to meet your lustful gaze with his own. “Knew you were lyin’ before, darlin’. Taste so fucking good, gonna make a mess of you.” 

Before you could conjure up any kind of response, his plump lips sealed around your clit and a sharp moan, one far too loud for someone not to hear, escaped you as one of your hands flailed against the wall and fell into his hair. You grasped the strands between your fingers, holding him in place but as another cry left you, he pulled back from you entirely, his lips and part of his stubble glistening with your arousal. You whined in protest but gulped in surprise as he suddenly stood up and stared deep into your eyes, his brown ones ablaze with desire. He took your hand and roughly placed it back up against the wall, above your head to once again meet the other.

“Do as I say, darlin’, and just so this isn’t over before we’ve even started,” he ordered, reaching into his back pocket and taking out your panties. He rolled them up and brought them to your mouth, stuffing them between your parted lips as your eyes widened. “Now no one’s gonna hear those screams of yours.”

He wasted no time as he dropped down to his original position on the floor, situating himself once more as he dragged your dress up and dipped his head between your thighs. You squirmed and whimpered as you felt his lips around your clit again, his stubble scratching at the flesh of your inner thigh, the sensation of it all at the same time making you moan wantonly, the sound muffled by the lace in your mouth. He continued his ministrations, alternating between licking over your folds and circling your bundle of nerves, burying himself deeper into you and taking you apart like a man starved. You breathed heavily as your squeezed eyes shut, feeling the familiar tug in your core, your thighs quivering as you tried to remain steady while he devoured you but it was too overwhelming.

You couldn’t even remember the last time your ex had made you feel this good, let alone a man you just met through an unfortunate incident weeks ago. You never did this, never let strange men take hold of you in such a way that you never wanted them to let go. This wasn’t you; and yet, you never wanted it to stop. You wanted to grab onto him, tug at his hair and scream for him to give you that euphoric bliss you haven’t felt in a long time, but the gag between your lips wouldn’t allow that. Then, through some luck you hadn’t wished for but were grateful to receive, it turned out you didn’t have to say a thing.

He moved back a little, kissing over your mound as he looked up at you, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Cum for me, darlin’, wanna feel you soak my face and remember what you taste like…”

He grabbed onto your thighs and dove back in, as your hips undulated against his face. A rumbling groan escaped him as he continued to lick and suck, faster and harder with each muffled noise of pleasure from you. His hands slipped around to the curve of your ass, pulling you further into his mouth, making you scream behind the gag as you felt the coil tighten with each stroke of his skilled tongue over you. With a few more swipes, you wailed and fell apart, feeling your wetness coat his lips. You dipped forward slightly, your hands dropping to his shoulders to support yourself as you came down from the highest peak you had ever experienced. He lapped at everything you had to give him, groaning into your center as held you close, savoring the taste of you.

Slowly, he shifted back and let your dress fall back into place as you leaned back against the wall, pulling your rolled up panties out from between your lips. You breathed deeply as you came down from your high, chest heaving as he stood up in front you, the back of his hand swiping over his mouth before he pulled you close. Your eyes locked on him with your hands still on his shoulders, his arms sliding around your waist as his gaze flicked down to your lips briefly, down further to your breasts, enticing him with the deep v-neckline. A soft moan fell from your lips as he moved down, kissing the top of your cleavage, gasping as his tongue licked a trail up your clavicle to your neck, nipping softly at your pulse point. Your head craned back as you offered him more of yourself, unable to recognize yourself through these actions, but you couldn’t help yourself when he was making you feel so good. How could a stranger make you feel so seen? So wanted, so sexy.

Just as he reached your lips he stopped, a mischievous glint in his eye as he looked down at you. “So? What’s the verdict?”

You smiled softly, leaning in close and brushing your lips against his. “You got yourself a deal, cowboy.”

“That easy, huh?” he smirked. “Maybe I should’ve struck this deal on the side of the road all those weeks ago.”

“Maybe it wouldn’t have been so easy then,” you countered, laughing lightly.

You shook your head as you remembered how enraged you had been at him, dragging him all the way to a court date just because he slightly dented your car. He had been so apologetic and exchanged details as was the norm, but you just couldn’t get past your anger, projecting it all onto him. He hadn’t deserved you blowing the situation out of proportion, and maybe you owed him an explanation but you didn’t think you could cope with it right then. You still had a lot to deal with.

So you just apologized for your overreaction.

“Joel, I’m sorry for how I handled this,” you said, sighing heavily. “It’s just… I was upset about something else that day and I took it on you, the next thing to piss me off and I shouldn’t have.”

He nodded, slowly, a small smile pulling at his lips. Lips that had just done sinful things to you. “I appreciate that, darlin’.”

“I’ll talk to the judge,” you added.

A look of understanding passed between you as neither of you moved out of the very intimate embrace. The longer you stood there, as the seconds dragged on, his eyes darkened once again just as yours did. You weren’t sure what was happening, but you couldn’t deny that what had occurred between you was the most electric, the most erotic, the most alive you had ever felt. You had to wonder if he was feeling it, too.

And he was. Joel wanted nothing more than to turn you around and throw you down on the conference table, ignore the fact that they were due back in the courtroom any minute and absolute ravish every inch of you. Even on the day of the incident, he couldn’t help but take a second to think about how beautiful you were as you screamed and cursed at him. Just as he was about to open his mouth and possibly ask you if you wanted to grab a beer with him, the hope died on his tongue as a loud knock came at the dark mahogany door. Your lawyer called out both of you by your last names, making Joel pull back from you, losing the warmth and the feeling of his bulge against your leg.

“Are you both ready?”

“Almost,” you answered, voice raised.

With one last look passing between you, a look that you delusionally thought to be longing, you fixed your dress and fluffed your hair to make it look decent again. Just as you stepped up to the chair you left your trench coat and purse on, you looked down at your hand, your pale pink lace panties still in them. You bit your lip as an idea came to you, shaking your head at your ridiculousness, but you took the chance. You turned around, seeing Joel waiting for you by the door. Picking up your belongings, you sauntered over to him, your eyes never leaving his. You stopped in front of him, and with a smile that was a mix of mischief and innocence, you reached forward and slipped the lace into his jeans pocket. He stared down at your hand, eyebrows furrowed by an aroused glint in his eye as he looked back at you.

“Something to remember me by,” you whispered against his lips.

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against his lips and tasting the remnants of your arousal. Before your confidence could slip away and make you question your actions, you pulled the door open and stepped out of the room, following behind your lawyer as you told him you were dropping the charges. You added an extra swing in your hips as you walked away, Joel’s gaze undoubtedly on you as you heard his heavy footsteps behind.

Later, when all was said and done, you both went your separate ways without another word.

Just the memories of what happened in that empty room would occupy your every thought from that day forward, and the hope that maybe your paths would cross again someday.

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[eightbitpale]

I’m stirring the sauce I’m doing things with femslash codywan that scientists previously thought impossible

[stellamarielu]

wip wednesday!

did someone say contractor joel miller being an asshole and fucking you on the job??? yeah this anon did, so now i’m writing it. full fic should be out by the end of this week!

“Bet you’ve never done anythin’ like this.” His voice was sturdy— rigid with power. The weight of his hand was rough as his palm rested just above the curve of your ass. His touch was heavy yet temperate as he held you, softly pulling your body further into his. 

“Lettin’ some guy you barely know put his hands all over you.”

You watched his eyes carefully, your lips parted, but you couldn’t find any words to fill them. You weren’t sure if you wanted to tell him to stop or keep going. 

“Bet all the guys you hook up with are just as prim and proper as you. Can’t imagine that those dipshits graduating from UT with a business degree are fuckin’ you the right way.”

His other hand came to the small of your waist, the movement sending a faint gasp straight to your lips. Your reaction had Joel smirking, reinforcing his grip on your body.

“Probably don’t even know how to get you off.” 

“You’re disgusting.” Your voice was a whisper. The insult that you meant to hurl his way dissolved in a pitiful sigh. The way his fingertips were latching onto you had your eyes impulsively peering up at him, begging for more. 

“Am I? Bet you like that too.” This time he leaned in, causing his words to land directly in your ear, his breath warm on your neck.  

“Bet you want someone a little rough around the edges. Someone who can fuck you real nice.” 

[atomicami]

bull ride

contractor!abby anderson x joel’s daughter!reader

- summary: you spend the night out at a bar and decide to challenge yourself on the mechanical bull to impress abby. when abby sees you from the crowd, she ends up giving you something else to take a ride on. (part 4)

- content: smut MDNI, porn with plot, no outbreak/modern au, contractor/engineer!abby, texas living, no sarah, joel and jerry are both alive, jerry is not a doctor, reader has a business degree, family & work drama, bar setting, some alcohol consumption, truck sex (bit of a quickie), fingering (a!receiving), strap usage (r!receiving), strap sucking, abby referring to the strap as her cock, basically save a horse ride a cowgirl tbh 🤠

- author’s note: hi everyone… i know i’ve been very inactive this year but this part has actually been sitting in my drafts since march so i figured i’d at least post it for the few people who’ve been waiting this long to read it, i hope y’all enjoy it

previous parts: quick fix, surprise visit, charity work

It’s been a week since the bake sale, meaning that it’s also been a week since Abby last had her hands on you.

You’d be lying if you said that this week was flying slow for you right now, because to your surprise, seven days flew by like seven minutes, and before you knew it, it was officially Saturday.

You’re sitting in your room by your dresser, fully dressed from head to toe in the finest Western apparel that you own, finishing the touches on your makeup in the mirror. You then look down at your phone for a moment, still eyeing the last text that Abby had sent you.

She invited you to go to Wild Randy’s tonight, and while you were excited to see her again, you were dreading it at the same time.

It was mainly because Wild Randy’s was the go-to place for you and Joel, and as bad as you want to sneak off with Abby again, you knew that you’d also have to make sure you wouldn’t get caught by your dad either.

You take a few deep breaths before standing up and adjusting your belt, then grabbing your phone and bag before exiting your bedroom.

“Dad! I’m ready to go!” you call out as you strut down the stairs. Given that you always take longer than him to get ready, you figured he’d be sitting on the couch waiting for you, but to your surprise, he wasn’t there.

“Dad? Where are you?” you call out for him again, entering the kitchen to find it empty as well. You roam around the house for a bit before entering the garage, seeing him still in his work clothes working on blueprints. “Dad…are you not coming?”

Joel looks up at you, frowning once he sees you ready to leave. “Oh, shit…it’s Saturday isn’t it?” he says, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I’m sorry kid, I know we go to Randy’s every Saturday but…work’s just been tyin’ me down lately.”

You nod to your dad in acknowledgment. “Well, we can skip tonight if—“

“No, no, no, s’alright,” he says, quickly cutting off your words. “You go. There’s always next weekend right?” he looks down for a moment at his workspace before looking back up at you. “Are you gonna drive yourself there or…?”

“Oh, um it’s okay Dad, I can text Dina for a ride.” you take a few steps closer to him before continuing. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” you ask him, receiving a nod from him in response.

“Okay, well…don’t stay up too late, we have to go to the hardware store next week to start getting supplies for the Mitchell home.” you remind him as you walk your way to the door.

Joel clicks his tongue at you in response. “Thanks for remindin’ me, kid. Don’t have too much fun out there, alright?”

You smile and nod back at him before leaving the garage. Even though you felt bad that your dad couldn’t come, you can’t help but feel relieved about it either. With your dad out of the way, you’d be able to get some time with Abby without the risk of getting caught by him.

You pull out your phone to send a text to Dina telling her to pick you up, and in less than ten minutes she was already honking at your door. While checking to make sure you have everything, you exit your house before locking it, walking down the porch to see Dina inside her car with the windows rolled down.

“Hey, you!” she shouts out, leaning forward over her steering wheel. “Ready for Randy’s?”

“You bet I am!” you shout back to her as you hurriedly get into the passenger side of her car and sit down.

The ride to Wild Randy’s was pretty quick, given that there’s never a rush hour on Saturdays. Aside from the twenty minutes it took Dina to find an available parking spot, the two of you were now quickly settled at the bar.

“So tell me, how’s it going with you and Abby?” Dina asks you as you both sit yourselves down on the bar stools.

Before you can respond to her, Jesse ends up cutting in from behind the bar with two beers in his hand. “Wait a second, you’ve been having a thing with Anderson?” he asks you, popping open the two bottles before handing them to you and Dina. “Didn’t you say that your dad doesn’t want you around her?”

You nod to him in response. “Yeah, and I mean I’ve been doing that for what, four, five years now? But I needed her to come over a few weeks ago to fix an outlet in my living room and it just like…happened, you know?” you explained, taking a sip from your beer.

Dina quickly gulped and set her bottle back down on the bar. “Wait a minute…is that why you were acting so weird during movie night?”

“Yeah…” you tell her with a nod, taking another sip out of your beer. “Anyways, she told me she was going to be here today so…” your words drift off as you turn your head around in search of her, and you are quick to catch her entering the bar with her group of friends. Not only that, but her father was also nowhere to be seen.

It was the first time you saw Abby like this, outside of work and not in her work clothes for once. She was wearing a pair of jeans instead of her usual cargo pants, a pair of western boots instead of her usual work ones, and her tool belt was ditched for a leather belt with a metal buckle on the center. She also had on a tight button-up that showed off her muscles, and to top it all off, a cowboy’s hat that rested over her braided blond hair.

You hate to admit it, but she was looking pretty damn good right now.

Dina suddenly snaps her fingers at you to get your attention, causing you to swivel your chair back around. “She’s there right now isn’t she?” she asks you, receiving a nod from you in response.

“Yeah, I want to go talk to her but…” your words drift off again as you turn back to see her. As you check her out, you notice from the corner of your eye some movement going on towards your left. You fully swivel your chair around this time to get a better look. It appeared to be a group of employees carrying out a large mechanical bull inside an inflatable ring, while another employee stood next to them, giving them orders on where to position the machine.

“Jesse,” you call out to him, swiveling your stool back to face him. “They’re bringing back the bull?”

Jesse looks up briefly to see the mechanical bull being set up before looking back down and pouring some contents into a cocktail shaker. “Yeah, we’ve been getting so many requests to bring it back up after our last bull broke down last year,” he explains as he continues preparing the cocktail for the customer in front of him.

You briefly look back at the bull for a moment, then look over to where Abby was. At that moment, an idea instantly sparked in your mind. What better way could there be to catch Abby’s attention than impressing her by taking a ride on the mechanical bull?

The sound of a loud microphone tap shakes you out of your thoughts, and you look over to see the bar’s owner standing in front of the bull with the microphone in his hand. “Ladies and gentlemen!” he calls out, quickly grabbing the attention of all the patrons inside the dimly lit bar. “I’m pleased to announce that we now have our brand new and improved mechanical bull back into our bar!” he announces, quickly receiving cheers and applause from the customers. “Now who in here…” he says, pointing a finger around the bar. “Is gonna be the first one to be brave enough and take her for a ride?”

You look around the bar to see several amounts of people already preparing themselves for the challenge. Part of you wanted to not do it, but a bigger part of you wanted to ride that damn bull like there was no tomorrow. You were willing to do it, just for the sake of impressing Abby. Neither of your dads were here right now, so who knows when you could get another opportunity like this? It was either now or never.

“I’ll do it!” you shout out, quickly raising your hand to get the owner’s attention.

Dina quickly grabs your hand and pulls it down to your lap. “What are you doing? Are you seriously gonna ride that thing?” she asks with concern.

You open your mouth to respond, but you’re cut off by the owner shouting at you. “You right there! Come on up here!”

You look over at the man before back at Dina. “I guess I am now,” you tell her with a shrug, hopping off of the bar stool and approaching your way towards the ring.

As you walk away from the bar, Jesse comes to Dina from behind, leaning into her side. “I’ll bet you $20 that she won’t last the full five minutes.”

You watch the owner squint to try to get a better look at you as you get closer to the inflatable ring. “Well well well, what do we have here!” he says as you make it to the ring, now standing next to him. “If it isn’t Joel Miller’s daughter herself. You think you’ll be able to handle the bull, Miss Miller?” he asks, pointing the microphone towards you.

You grab the mic from the owner and hold it closer to yourself. “Well, I guess we’ll have to see but…I think I could handle her,” you tell him with confidence before handing the mic back to him.

Numerous amounts of patrons clap and cheer you on in response. As the owner continues to speak to the audience, you step into the inflatable ring, watching as your boots sink inside. You look at your surroundings for a moment, seeing all of the customers placing their bidding money into a hat and passing it around the bar. The hat goes around past Abby as well, and you could’ve sworn she had slipped a hundred-dollar bill in there for you. Her eyes then meet with yours for a moment, and so does that stupid smirk of hers.

“Alright Miss Miller, you have five minutes up on the clock now, if you can make it to the end, you win the bidding money, got it?” the owner explains to you.

You nod at him in acknowledgment. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

You then turn back around so you’re facing the bull. You take a few steps backward as a head start, then quickly run forward and hop on top of the bull. Your hands quickly grab onto the handles, and you keep your legs wrapped around the sides of the bull. Lastly, you position your hips on the bull by pushing them forward, keeping yourself as close as possible to the saddle.

The bull was quickly activated as soon as you sat down, and so was the timer. The machine began to rock back and forth, slowly to start. Once you felt like you were getting the hang of it, that’s when the speed began to go faster. Your grip on the bull progressively gets tighter and tighter the more that the speed increases. It eventually escalated to the fullest speed, the bull now moving and spinning around like crazy. Time has never flown by slower for you than at this moment. On the inside, you were getting so dizzy to where you were going to be sick. But you couldn’t express that. Not in front of the audience. Not in front of Abby.

Regardless of it, you refused to let go. You held onto the bull like your life depended on it, waiting for the timer to count down to zero. Five minutes felt more like an eternity to you right now, but you soon start to feel relief once you hear the audience begin to count down.

Ten, nine, eight��

You lock down your grip on the bull’s handles.

Seven, six, five…

Your legs remain secure on each side of the saddle, and your hips push forward against it. As much as you were trying to hold onto the bull, you couldn’t help but imagine your hips pushing forward on Abby’s str—

Four, three, two, one!

The timer goes off, and the bull begins to slow itself down. As the machine comes to a stop, you instantly loosen your grip on it. You let out a breath of relief as you look up, watching all of the patrons cheer and applaud you. One of the employees approaches to help you, and you carefully hop off the bull before exiting the ring.

“I have to say you did phenomenal on that bull there, Miss Miller.” the owner tells you through the mic, handing you the bidding money. “Anything you wanna say to the audience?”

You take the money from his hands before taking the microphone. “Well, first of all, thank you all for bidding on me, and second…” you pause for a moment before continuing. “And I don’t mean to self-promote but…if anyone here needs any construction help…be sure to contact my dad’s company, Miller Contracting. We’re the best in all of Austin.” your eyes scan around the audience before your gaze fixes on Abby. You keep your eyes on her for a little bit, smirking at her before looking back at the audience and walking off, a last set of applause happening as you do so.

You make your way back to the spot where Jesse and Dina remain. “See? Told y’all I’d beat that thing,” you say, flaunting your bidding money in front of them. Jesse leans forward on the bar to get closer to you. “Mind if I get a cut of that?” he asks, trying to grab the money from your hand.

You move your hand away from him and shake your head. “Hell no, I won this fair and square,” you tell him, clutching the money close to your chest. “Besides, didn’t you bid against me anyway?”

Jesse scoffs, still leaning forward on the bar. “Yeah, but I still have rent to pay,” he replies before taking his weight off the bar to assist another customer.

You simply roll your eyes at him and chuckle in response as you count your money. “Don’t be so dramatic, it’s not even that much—“ your words quickly cut off once you notice something unusual on the hundred-dollar bill. You pull it out of the thin stack, seeing a note attached to it that reads:

“Meet me at the parking lot in five. —A”

You smirk to yourself upon reading the message, not even realizing that you were doing so until Dina points it out. “She wants you to go see her, doesn’t she?” she asks, crossing her arms at you.

You simply nod at her in acknowledgment. “Yeah, she does…” you reply, reaching to the bar to grab the rest of your things before saying goodbye to Jesse and Dina. Upon leaving, you look over to see Abby on the other side of the bar. You watch as she pays for her beer and leaves from the other exit. The thrill and excitement starts to consume you already in seeing her again.

The cool air hits you once you exit the bar. You roam around the parking lot in search of her until you hear a faint whistling sound from behind. You turn around to see Abby’s prominent figure from a distance leaning on the side of her truck. You don’t approach her quickly though. Instead, you take your time walking your way towards her.

“Well, well, well…if it isn’t the bull tamer herself…” Abby says, taking her weight off the truck. “You looked good up there, you know…riding that thing.”

You smirk and take a step closer to her. “I’m glad. Wanted to put on a show for you there,” you tell her quietly, and she leans in to give you a kiss, the rim of her cowboy hat slightly brushing over the top of your head as your lips briefly connect.

“You know…” she tells you quietly, slightly separating her lips from yours. “I’ve got something else that you can take a ride on for me…”

“Oh yeah?” you whisper back to her. “And what might that be?”

“Why don’t you hop in my truck and find out?”

And with that you take a step back, letting Abby unlock her truck before opening the passenger door and entering inside. Upon opening the door, you couldn’t help but notice that the windows in Abby’s truck were slightly darker than the last time you saw it…did she seriously get her windows tinted?

Abby holds the door open for you, and you quickly climb inside and hop onto her lap before she closes the door and locks it, now confining the both of you inside. Your thighs wrap themselves around Abby’s lab and you push your hips forward over her crotch, just like how you did on the bull. You could practically feel the bulge of her strap under all that denim.

Abby lets out a soft groan at the sudden friction. “How about you get it wet for me first, yeah?” she says, reaching down to the lever on the bottom part of the seat and pushing it back to give you some space on the ground.

You don’t even think twice about it, instantly dropping down to your knees and unzipping her jeans before pulling the thick black strap out of her boxers. After seeing the sight of it, you were pretty shocked. You didn’t get a good look when she fucked you last time, but now that it’s in your hands, you’re amazed that you were able to take the immense length of Abby’s strap.

Your fingers wrap around the large piece of silicone before you lean into it, lips instantly wrapping around the tip. You gently suck onto the tip for a moment, then slowly work your way down to the base of the strap. However, your mouth couldn’t last being down so deep, so you briefly pull it back up to the tip before going back down, repeatedly continuing your movements thereafter.

Abby lets out a quiet groan as she feels the base of her strap rubbing against her clit. Replacing your mouth with your hand, you look up for a moment to see her head slightly tilted back, her cowboy hat obstructing her view as well.

You keep stroking her strap with one hand, spreading your saliva all over from base to tip to distract her. As you do that, you use your other hand to gently shift the harness to the side and sneak your fingers into the crotch of her boxers, instantly finding access to her wet pussy before sliding two of them inside.

Abby notices the sudden shift of movement and looks down at you. “What the hell are you—oh fuck—“ her words get cut off with a quiet groan as you begin to curl her fingers inside of her. “Oh fuck yeah, k-keep doing that…”

You smirk back at her as you continue to pump your fingers inside her, now fully diverting your attention away from the strap for a moment. Your other hand moves to keep the harness of the strap pushed to the side while you finger Abby’s pussy, and you look up to keep an eye on her every movement—the way her hands grip the seat of the truck, the moans and whines escaping from her mouth, and how her eyes were tightly shut and the head was thrown back in pleasure. You’d be lying if you said that the way she looked right now wasn’t turning you on because you can just easily feel your arousal pooling in between your thighs as you do this to her.

“God, fucking hell—go…go faster…” Abby whines out to you, tightening her grip on the seat as she manspreads herself farther on it to give you more space. You simply nod in acknowledgment, speeding up your pace inside her in a desperate effort to get her to cum.

You can visibly see her breaths getting deeper, and you can practically feel the way her cunt began to contract around your two fingers, knowing that she was getting close. Within moments, your fingers get instantly coated with her release as she cums around them with a loud groan. Her breathing soon slows down as she recovers from her orgasm and she looks back down at you. Your gaze stays fixed on hers while you slide your fingers out of her pussy and place them into your mouth, sucking them clean while you get a taste of her release.

“My god…” Abby pants out, still trying to catch her breath. “No one’s ever made me cum that fast before…you’re good at this too, you know.”

You smirk back at her as you sit back for a moment, briefly resting your weight on the back of your boots. “Looks like you’re not the only one who’s good at making a quick fix, Anderson.” the blonde simply shakes her head at you in response before patting her hand on her lap. “Your turn now, angel. Get on up here.”

Without hesitation, you slowly lift yourself from the floor of the truck and climb onto Abby’s lap in the passenger seat, her large hands quickly roaming up and down your hips as you do so. You watch as she scrunches up your skirt around your hips and brings one of her hands down to the crotch of your underwear, smirking once she senses the wetness underneath it. “Looks like she’s pretty eager to take a ride, don’t you think?”

You nod quickly in response, and you lift yourself to hover over the strap. Abby helps you out by shifting your underwear to the side and spreading your puffy folds open. You grab the strap with one hand to align it with your entrance while you grab onto Abby’s shoulder with the other to support yourself as you go down.

The tip meets with your entrance, and you whimper at the sudden stretch. Your grip on Abby’s shoulder tightens as you try to maintain your balance over her lap. And then, little by little…you begin to sink down her strap, all the way until your folds were pressing over the base of it.

Once the entire length was inside you, you used your other hand to grab Abby’s other shoulder for balance. The feeling this time was a little more difficult to handle in comparison to how Abby had fucked you at the bake sale. You weren’t bent over, nor did you have the support of the counter either. You were completely sat upright, in the confined passenger seat of Abby’s truck, with her strap so far inside you that she could visibly see the tip poking out of your lower stomach. It sure felt overwhelming, to say the least.

“Fuck…you look good for me like this…” she mutters out quietly as she runs her thumbs down your stomach, gently pressing onto the bulge that was being formed from her strap. She watches as you continue to stay upright, now squirming in her grasp as a response to the pressure she was giving to your stomach. “You know…it’s not gonna feel any better if you don’t move.” she continues, now bringing one hand further down to rub your clit. “Take a ride on it, princess…It’ll feel good once you start moving.”

Your eyes flicker down to the watch that was wrapped around Abby’s left wrist. You glance at the time.

10:39…10:40.

You take a deep breath and tighten your grip on Abby’s broad shoulders. As her hands remain planted on your body, you begin to lift yourself up before going straight back down. You repeat the process, now developing a slow pace on her strap.

Abby smirks as she looks up at you, watching every moan and whimper escape from your lips as you fuck yourself on her cock. “There we go, that’s it…atta girl…” her praises and coos continue, now leading you to move at a faster pace. As you begin to ride her faster, Abby notices how close your head is getting to the ceiling of her truck every time you go up. While keeping one hand planted on you, she quickly takes off her cowboy hat and places it on your head, fixing up the rim so she can still see you. “Prettiest cowgirl I’ve ever seen,” she mutters out quietly, placing her hand back onto your hip as you keep riding her.

As you keep riding Abby’s strap, you take a glance out the window, making you slow down to get a better look. You see some people leaving the bar and walking their way back to their vehicles, and your heart begins fucking racing when they pass by Abby’s truck, completely oblivious of the events that are happening inside it.

“Hey,” Abby squeezes your hip, causing you to direct your attention back to her. “They’re not seeing any of this, you know…” she pauses for a moment before continuing. “But I bet you want them to, don’t you? It’s obvious you enjoyed throwing on that little show back there at the bar earlier, so would this be any different?” she asks, leaning in to kiss you. “Would it be any different if those same people saw a pretty cowgirl like you slutting herself out for me like this? Riding my cock and making a mess all over my lap? Hm?”

You whine back at her, shaking your head. “Yeah, I knew you’d like that, my filthy little cowgirl…” she responds with a smirk. “But you see, that’s why I have all of my windows tinted now…because I don’t want anyone to see what’s really mine.”

Your pussy practically throbs at her words. You were so distracted by what Abby was saying to you that didn’t even realize that you had stopped riding her. Your arousal was now just soaking up her cock and jeans. Abby looks down at her lap and smirks before looking back up at you. “I didn’t tell you to stop now, did I?” she asks, giving you a smack on your ass. “C’mon, cowgirl…keep fucking riding me.”

Your pace now begins to quicken this time, and you move your left hand to the armrest that was above your head, gripping it as you keep your other hand on her shoulder. “F-fuck, Abby…f-feels so good….” you moan out to her, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as the tip of her strap presses onto your cervix while you ride.

“Oh yeah? Does it feel good, princess?” she asks, admiring how you were starting to go dumb on her cock. “That’s it, keep riding me, just like that…Ride me just like how you were riding that damn bull.”

Abby’s words had your stomach doing fucking flips. You tried your best to maintain your fast pace as you rode her strap, but your legs were quickly starting to give out. “A-Abby, help me…please…”

“Aw, you poor thing, getting tired already now aren’t you?” Without any warning, Abby tightens her grip on your hips and begins to slam her cock right into you. You yelp in surprise as your left hand flies from the armrest back onto Abby’s shoulder, and you continue to push your hips down as Abby keeps thrusting inside you. “C’mon cowgirl, be a good girl and cum for me now…”

Your cunt begins to clench around her strap, indicating that you were about to cum. Abby looks down at your pussy, watching in awe as a white ring began to quickly form on her strap. Her thumb meets with your clit, quickly rubbing it as you continue to cum all over her cock, whimpering and moaning out her name as you do so.

As you finish riding out your orgasm, your pace begins to slow down and you rest yourself on Abby’s chest, panting deeply as you try to catch your breath. Before Abby pulls herself out, you grab her left wrist again and glance back down at her watch.

10:43…10:44.

“Four minutes,” Abby says, looking down at her watch. “Looks like you made a new record.”

You playfully push her arm back as she brings her hand back onto your hip and slowly pulls her strap out of your fucked out pussy, causing you to whine at the loss of it. Keeping you in her arms, Abby trades places with you and carefully rests your limp body onto the seat while briefly she gets onto the ground. She peeks through the fogged up windows, making sure that the coast was clear so she could get out of the truck.

As you watch Abby hop off her truck, your eyes start to feel heavy from the exhaustion before quickly fluttering shut for a moment. As your eyes were closed, you could feel Abby’s large hands move your body around before the sudden warmth of her tongue makes contact with your sore cunt, causing you to involuntarily jerk away.

“Hey, relax…I’m just cleaning you up a bit,” she mutters out to you. You simply nod in response, eyes remaining shut as your body eases in and relaxes into her touch again. The gentle movements of Abby’s tongue and lips on your pussy easily removes the tension in your thighs, making you feel as if you were now sinking into the leather of the seat. You then start to feel some shifting of your clothes along with the sounds of the truck doors opening and closing right before you briefly fall into a state of slumber.

The sudden rumbling movements of the truck cause your eyes to slowly flicker back open. You wake up to find yourself lying on your left side in the passenger seat, but now with the seatbelt secured over you. The dim lights of the truck are no longer present, only the faint brightness of the music player on the dashboard is the only thing illuminating your vision right now. The sounds of the few cars on the road surround you, along with the country music quietly playing inside as well. You look up to see Abby with her gaze fixed on the road, with one hand planted firmly on the steering wheel while the other simply rested over on the center console.

You rest your hand on top of hers, and Abby quickly notices that gentle touch of yours, briefly glancing down to look at you. “Hey there…” she says with a smile before looking back up at the road. “You were out for most of the ride, feeling any better?” she asks, gently enclosing your hand into her large palm.

You shift around in your seat, no longer feeling as sore as you were before. “Yeah, a little…” you tell her, resting your head back on the seat as you watch her drive. “I had a really good time tonight, you know…” you tell her, to which she smiles in response.

“I did too,” she replies, quickly looking over to you again. “Felt nice to finally escape from our dads for once.”

The speed of the truck soon starts to slow down before coming to a halt. Your heart instantly sinks to the pit of your stomach, and your smile begins to fade. You knew what this meant.

It meant that you were back home. Your time with Abby was now up.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and sit up completely to look over at the sight of your house. All of the lights were shut off, except for the faint blue light of the living room TV, and you could easily see your dad’s head tilted to the side, indicating that he was now asleep.

You let out a sigh. “I…I don’t want to go back in there,” you say, turning your head back to look at Abby. She simply sighs and gently rubs your shoulder. “I know you don’t, angel…but we can’t risk it. As much as I can’t stand your dad, I don’t want him to get worried about you either.”

Your head hangs low now, nodding in acknowledgment. Abby’s hand gently holds your chin to lift your face. “You know this won’t be the last time, right?” she asks you, to which you nod again.

“I know, I just…I’ll miss you, Abs…who knows when we’ll see each other again?” you ask back, looking up into her soft blue eyes. She nods back at you in response. “It’ll happen again soon, okay? Just know that I’m always gonna have you on my mind, alright?” she says before quickly leaning in to kiss you, the rim of her hat on your head brushing over her hair this time as she does so.

You instantly kiss her back before pulling away to grab your things from the ground. You take a deep breath and open the door, exiting the truck and closing it. Your boots now meet with the concrete of the sidewalk, and you walk your way to the front door of your house. Before you go in, you look back to see Abby watching you from her truck, and you two give each other a final wave before she drives off to park into the driveway of her house.

As the lights of Abby’s truck shut off now, you turn back to the door to unlock it. You slowly open the door just enough to squeeze yourself inside before closing it and locking it again. You turn around to see Joel fast asleep on his recliner while the TV screen illuminates the whole room. Without making a sound, you tiptoe on over to pick up the remote from the coffee table and shut off the TV. You set the remote back down and turn over to pick up a throw blanket from the couch to tuck your dad in before heading upstairs to your bedroom.

The door creaks slightly as you enter inside. You slowly close the door before letting out a sigh as you set your bag down on the ground before kicking off your boots. You take off Abby’s hat and set it on top of your dresser before the rest of your clothes come off of you and to the ground until you’re down to your underwear. You pick up a random oversized shirt from your dad’s company and throw it on. As you’re taking off your makeup, your phone buzzes on your bed, and you reach over to pick it up.

“Abby: I’ll be thinking of you.”

You look up from the screen to your right, seeing her broad silhouette in the bedroom window across from yours. The two of you stare at each other for a bit, until you wave her off and get into bed, to which she does the same right after.

Not only was this the first night the two of you had officially spent alone together, but it was also the first night where you both just couldn’t take each other off of your minds now.

And all you could do was just wait until your path meets with hers again.

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Flower 4

Hi my loves! I am unsure if this is the last part, I'm a little stumped on what to do for another part. If you guys have suggestions pleeeease let me hear them. Without further delay, here is the smut I've been depriving ya'll of. (Sorry xoxo)

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Harry’s hands were made to touch her. Calloused from the work he did, hot to the touch, he handled her in a cocksure way that had her melting under his fingertips. There was no mistaking that there was a touch of desperation, but she couldn’t tell who had felt it stronger- Harry or herself.

Y/N had never been so positive over a feeling before. Feeling them grip her under her thighs with fingers digging into the plush of her and picking her up with their lips attached, he pulled her up his body and carried her through his house and towards the stairs. He handled her weight as if she had none at all, light as a feather in his arms and fuck, it only added to how slick her poor panties were getting. As much as she wanted to insist they could do it right there in the entry way, Harry was nothing short of a gentleman. Even if he was about to blow her back out. 

“Need t’get you out of these goddamn clothes.” He grunted. “Wearing shit of mine… do you know what that does to me?” He asked hypothetically, but Y/N had a smartass answer for it. 

“I had a hope.” She grinned against his lips, squeaking when his hand came down on her ass. Fuck. It had jiggled slightly but the burn of it was light. He could do it much harder and she would love every second of it.

“Yeah? Had a hope it’d get my cock hard so you could take care of it?” The man seemed smug about that. “Well, mission fucking accomplished, Flower. Now it’s time t’get them off so I can see this beautiful body and worship you the way you need to be.” 

Y/N squealed as she was deposited onto his bed, watching with pants as he tugged his shirt off and fumbled with his own belt. “Just need t’let my cock breathe, sweetheart. Been aching all day.” A stroke to her ego, that information definitely did its job. 

“When did it start?” The question was breathed up at him, eyes struggling to find a spot to settle on. The obvious bulge that his hand squeezed over as the other tossed the belt to the side, or his face. 

“Well, if you want honesty? I stroked off in the shower t’avoid this. Thought about how you sat so nicely in my lap last night and pushed my hand under over your thigh, let me feel all that pretty skin. But then I show up and you’re wearing my fuckin’ jacket, telling me about the books you’re reading and hinting into your sexual desires… and it made we want t’fulfill them.” he let his jeans fall down his legs, boxers covering him up but not enough to keep her from feeling the hitch in her throat. His hand pawing over his erection, looking like peeling those pants away had been the relief he needed for the moment and pulling the fabric around it with a soft hiss. “I tried t’be good, but not too good. Liked that you were touchier with me, hoped that you’d finally gotten the message that I’m completely obsessed with you. But I think you did.” 

Y/N’s eyes widened as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer to him, settling on his knees in front of the bed. “Obsessed?” She so badly wanted to be the dirty talking vixen she read about countless times, but it was near impossible to form more than a few coherent words at a time as Harry kissed over her ankle, making his way up her leg. Feather soft kisses, the tickle of facial hair, she fought the urge to squirm as she took in the view. 

“Are you kidding me?” Shooting her an incredulous look her way. “Since the day we’ve met, you’ve completely ruined me. All I wanted- all I needed was a bit of your attention. Do you even know how excited I was… when you had me come over to help in your kitchen?” His lips started over on the other leg, leaning the other on his shoulder. “Got t’be around you all alone with that… but I had a job to do. Didn’t think that through. Was gonna ask you out so many times but I wasn’t sure you wanted me…”

“I did! I do.” There was a rush to correct that. “I just- I didn’t want to assume you wanted me. Like that.” She felt a little silly about it now considering if it had been any of her other friends she would have been able to clock it straight off, but when it came to herself she never liked to assume someone liked her that way. 

“Well, now you know. It isn’t an assumption. I want you, Flower. In every damn way you’ll let me have you.” Fingers found her waistband and tugged lightly, quietly asking her to budge up so he could peel her bottoms off. It had made her speechless, something she seldom was. “Tell me what you’ll let me have. It’s up to you.” 

“I want you to do whatever you want to me. I don’t want to make decisions.” That response fell out of her mouth before she could even think about it. Handing over power to him wasn’t something she had anticipated doing but it felt right, so she didn’t correct herself.  It seemed to take him by surprise but he looked happy with it, more than so with his gaze darkening and her pants tossed somewhere in his bedroom, along with her useless panties. A strained curse left his mouth as he looked at her, the swollen and slick cunt on display for him. His face was right there, so close she could feel his breath. 

All that did was make her more impatient, more wet. He looked like he wanted to devour her, completely engulf her in him. That’s all she wanted, more than he could ever know.

“You know what to say to make me stop, hm?” There wasn’t much she would ever imagine her needing to tell him to stop for, but the sentiment was nice. 

 “Mhm. I know.” She nodded. “Now, please. I’m gonna go crazy.”  When she had her orgasms and she was of the right mind again, she knew she’d be a bit embarrassed for how desperate she sounded, but it got her what she wanted. 

Harry didn’t reply verbally, his fingers spread her poor, puffy cunt open and dragged his tongue up her, getting the gasp he had been looking for as he did so. There was no hiding just how much he wanted it, no way she could ever mistake this as any sort of pity fuck. Harry was hungry, starving for her alone. Fingers digging into hip as the other held her pussy spread, he buried his face into her with the most depraved groan she’d ever heard in her life. 

There was no hiding his enjoyment, but she didn’t think he wanted to. Slick sounds of his tongue against the sensitive flesh, lapping up her arousal and slick from her and pressing the tip against her entrance as if asking for more from the source. She keened as he pressed a little more against her, fucking her slightly with his tongue.

Something she’d never actually had done to her, but read plenty of times.  There had been jokes about Harry being somewhat of a oral guy- but never had she expected this. 

“Oh- fuck, H.” She panted, digits tangling in his hair. “Oh my god, that’s so fucking good.”

Y/N had gotten head before, but never to this level. Harry was licking her up, devouring her like she was a literal meal. The sweetest dessert, strawberries & chocolate, or whatever it was that had become his personal vice. He wasn’t quiet about enjoying it in the slightest. 

“You are perfect.” He panted as he pulled away for a little moment. His face was slightly flushed and his chin and mouth glistened from her arousal and his spit, but it was one of the most filthy and gorgeous pictures she had ever seen. How did the man look so beautiful eating her out? “How did you keep this away from me?” Pressing a kiss to her clit, he grumbled under his breath. “Perfect cunt. You don’t even understand how often I’ve thought about this.” Another kiss, making her jolt as his thumb found it after for some lazy circles. 

“When did you- when were you thinking about it?” Y/N wanted to know. A curious cat, perhaps, but she wanted to know what had been going on in his mind. How oblivious she’d actually been. 

“Any time you wore a skirt. The floaty sundresses, fuck… those, those things nearly killed me quite a few times.” His fingers moved from her hip to her top, pushing it up her stomach as the other continued rubbing her clit and his sticky mouth kissed over her mound and up to her belly button. “When you sat on my lap, when you crossed your legs, when you jumped onto your kitchen counter and talked to me while I was on the ground to fix the cabinet underneath it…” she could almost see his mind bringing him back to that moment. It only proved how oblivious she actually was. There had only been a single moment that day she had felt like he had looked at her differently. “Any day that ends with ‘y’, Flower. Been making me go out of my mind with how bad I want you.” 

“You have me.” She promised, chestnut strands pulling through her fingers as he continued kissing over her stomach until the shirt hit her breasts and began to be pulled over. To help him- and for her own selfish reasons- she pulled the top off for him along with her bralette to give him the view he deserved. “Can do whatever you want with me now.” 

Harry took that seriously, but there was no doubting that. Pressing sloppy kisses all over her breasts, right in between them, he removed the hand from her clit and brought them up to hold her tits in his hands. “That’s a rather dangerous thing to tell me, sweetheart. So dangerous, because if you give me that sort of permission… who’s to say I’ll let you go? Hm?” He purred, flicking his tongue over her nipple and smiling at her gasp. “If it’s whatever I want, you’d be tied up to the bed and left with nothing but my marks on your body and my cum leaking between your thighs.” 

The imagery had her choking back a whine, his hot mouth engulfing her nipple and suckling on it with fervor. Her hand tangled in his hair, arching her chest further into his mouth as she dropped her head back against the duvet. Slick, wet pulls of her pebbled nipple into his mouth with little attempt to keep it quiet, her cunt pulsed at the attention he paid to them. It wasn’t hurried, languidly pulling at them and switching over with a pleased hum. She had to admit it wasn’t something that usually got to her as much, but something about the beau he did it- about how much he clearly loved every moment of it- brought it into a new light. 

“Yeah…. Yeah, I love that.” She whispered as his teeth grazed over the nipple he had in his mouth. “Harry you’re just… my brain feels like it’s melted and you aren’t even inside of me yet.”

Somehow he found it humorous though there was no semblance of joke in her tone. The woman felt like a puddle under his touch and she was more than desperate to have him, all of him, after being teased all day long. Managing to pull himself from his new toys, he found it in him to reply. “I know, petal. Isn’t that the best part? You want to be fucked so nice that you don’t have to think for a little bit?”

“Yeah.” The mewl was borderline pathetic but god, did she want that. “You can do that? You want to?” 

“Mhm.” He agreed against her skin, pressing wet kisses up to her throat. “I told you I’d take care of you. You just sit pretty and let me do what I know you’ll like, yeah? You know how much I like to take care of you…”

It had become abundantly clear that he had an affinity for it- that’s for sure. He bought her lunch and opened her door for her, he took her heavy packages from the porch when she came over, he’d repainted her cabinets when she had tried to DIY and massively failed, he got her water when she got a little too tipsy at the bar, he’ll- he’d bought her an entire haul of books without blinking an eye. Harry was one of those people who genuinely loved taking care of her. Why wouldn’t she let him indulge? 

“Yes, Daddy.” She peered down at him with her softest gaze, knowing his last threat had been one one to bend her over his lap… but hopefully this time would be a different approach. 

Thankfully it had its desired effect as he paused his kisses on her throat to take her mouth again. Hotter, deeper, he pressed himself between her legs and rocked into her bare cunt despite being covered in his briefs, making a joined noise of pleasure pass their kisss. Again, he ground into her, the thin fabric of the last covering between them doing little to hide how hot his cock was- how big it was. She was going to go crazy. 

“Wanna suck you.” The request was a little whiny, but who could blame her? She felt like he’d be a mouthful but she was always up for a challenge. Despite it, Harry shook his head at the offer, brushing their noses back and forth. 

“Later. I told you, I want to take care of you… and besides.” Taking the moment to peel down the fabric enough to free himself, she gasped as the thickness was nestled against her cunt. “I won’t last long if you do. Want to make sure I give you… the most pleasure… that I can.” He spoke the words between sticky kisses.

Y/N’s head felt full, like she was underwater. His prick swollen against her cunt, rubbing against her in slow passes as the skin got slick from her arousal, tip nudging her clit with every pass. With a shuddery breath, she tipped her hips up and clutched at his arm, desperation kicking in. She’d been edged all damn day, and she wanted him inside her. “Then fuck me.” She whispered impatiently. “Fuck me, I don’t wanna be empty anymore.” 

Harry was slightly infuriating when he chuckled at her eagerness, sighing into a kiss. He’d been waiting so long for them to get to this point, and he knew- he knew he wouldn’t last long. “You’ve got t’give me a moment. Just feelin’ your slick cunt on my cock is making me wanna cum. Probably could- just like this.” His voice softened as he rocked his hips. “Could cover your pretty pussy with a load of cum and rub it into your skin, just kissing on you and rubbing into your cunt.” 

Y/N knew she was malfunctioning a bit as he spoke to her in a tone she hadn’t experienced from him, saying all sort of dirty shit she’d only heard in books and making her more wet and achy than she had ever been in her entire life. “Please.” Her hips bucked into him, the slide of his cock over her bare cunt taunting her. It was big, big enough she’d feel it in her stomach and she’d have an ache in her thighs but that sort of burn was one she had been desperate for. “Please, I wanna be good but I want you inside of me so badly. Please, H.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He crooned, eyes lit with amusement. “I’ll give it to you. I’ll be nice t’you. But I don’t know if it’s going to fit.” His tongue clicked as his notched his tip against her hole, pressing just enough to stretch a little before pulling back. Cruel teasing, perhaps, but he loved watching her face screw up in desperation for him. He’d waited a long while for her to see him, to understand this was anything but just friendship, so now that he had her from the palm of his hand… he sort of wanted to watch her eat from it. Get her soft and pliable for him after her makes her beg.�� “See? You’re struggling just taking the tip.” 

Y/N let out a cry, lifting her hips up and grabbing at his arm. “I want it. Please, I’ve been wet all day and I don’t care if it hurts, I want you to hurt me then. I’m so fucking empty, jus’ give it to me.” She felt bratty for even being whiny about it but she could feel her eyes watering at how her clit was pulsing and her pussy ached to be filled. The pain from his cock couldn’t be worse than the emptiness she felt now. 

“Oh… shh.” He cupped her cheek, leaning down for a slow kiss. “Be sweet to me. Stop cussing at me. You’re a sweet little flower, S’why I like you so much. Didn’t know how dirty you got, but as much I love you begging for me, you need to let me be in charge. That’s what you wanted.” 

Y/N felt slightly reprimanded, opening her mouth to apologize when he pushed into her. It wasn’t all of him, but it was enough to steal her breath as she choked on air. Thick heat spreading her open, inching himself the rest of the way in as her head fell back onto the mattress. She held her breath before she had to take a gasping inhale, eyes watery as they looked up at him. It hurt, like he said, but not in a bad way. The new ache was satisfying as he pressed all the way inside, balls flush with her ass as he slowly rocked his hips against hers. 

“I warned you.” He murmured, thumbing a tear away from her cheek. “There’s so many deprived things…. I want to do to you…” he let his eyes fall shut as he pulled out for a shallow thrust, keeping most of himself inside of her. “So many filthy, nasty things that I have a feeling you’ll really love. But this time… I want to make you feel good. Want you to cum on this cock and know….” Nose brushing hers, he inhaled her exhale, squeezing her cheek lightly. “That I want to keep this pretty cunt, and I want to be the only cock allowed inside of it.” 

Y/N’s head got a little blurry from there. The swell of emotion hitting her as he claimed her in that sort of way, his lips brushing her cheek and praising her for how well she was taking him and squeezing him tight, his thrusts getting harder, deeper. 

“Look at me.” He commanded, finding his rythym. “Look at me, flower. Want you to give me your gorgeous eyes while I fuck you. There’s my girl.” His gaze shone with intensity and satisfaction and need, the gentle tone of his voice making it hard for her to look away at all. 

The sound of their sex was wet and slick, his cock filling her up in slow, deep pulls that had her eyes blurring each time he got as deep as he could go. “This isn’t a one time thing. This is changing… our relationship.” He breathed against her lips, giving his hips a roll and watching as the pleasure of her clit rubbing against his groin hit her face. “That good with you, Flower girl? Y’okay with being mine?” In a contrast of the deep fuck, his nose nuzzled against hers. “I’ll be the best boyfriend. Keep helping with your house… take you to whatever bookshops y’want… bring you those pretty flowers you love but have trouble finding. Give you anything you want.” 

Y/N didn’t need convincing that he’d be a good lover but the way he felt he had to plead his case with her was making her heart sing. 

“M’tired of not being able to call you mine, not being able to tell people t’fuck off because you’re my girl. Everyone teases me because… god, I look like you hung the stars, but you did. You planted ‘em just like your flowers.” He rasped, making her whimper. Holding tightly onto him, she tightened her legs around him and enjoyed the reward of his groan as he kissed her. Clinging to his broad back and feeling the way she was encompassed by his size, she felt overwhelmingly safe and horny and all of the things she couldn’t even describe. 

“Yes.” She nodded. “Uh-huh. I know. You can have me.” The answer was simple. 

The blazing smile was something that nearly stole all the air from her lungs as he looked genuinely excited, slowing the thrusts as he kissed her again, but it was different. Something about it felt even more charged. Desperate. She wanted to feel the full effects. “That was the right answer, baby.” He mumbled. “I’ll ask in a better way when m’not inside of you, but I couldn’t handle another minute of not knowing. Fuck..” his smile prohibited the kissing, too wide for her to actually get somewhere and it made her giggle. Drunk with the pleasure of him pressed deep in her channel, she felt him start to go at her a bit harder. 

“No more questions, angel. Just lay there and let me do what I promised.” 

Y/N took his word and let him fuck her the way she hadn’t known she needed. Thoroughly, deep, punching out cries from her lungs that she had barely realized she was saying. Babbling to him as he shifted his hips and found the spot he absolutely needed, she let her head fall back and mouth fall open as he fucked the spot again. 

The orgasm took her by surprise. “Daddy- oh… oh fuck-“ she shook, shocked by how fast and hard it hit her. The repetitive prods into it had worked her up, the heat flushing through her body as he continued. There was no slowing down, her body squirming slightly under him as she was slightly overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Oh… there it is, sweets. Did that feel good? Y’look so pretty when you cum for me, baby.” He crooned. “Prettiest thing in the world. Knew you’d struggle to take me but your cunt keeps squeezing me so tight… it’s perfect.” When she began to whine, he cut it off promptly. “Enough of that. M’gonna give you another one.” Thumbing over her chin, he pulled it open further. “Stick out that little tongue for me.” 

Y/N did as asked, bleary eyes nodding up at him as he pursed his lips and spit right into the flat of her tongue. It was nasty and hot to add into the sweet fuck he was giving her, but she knew it had only been the begging. He was being nice this first time around. 

“Oh, look at that. You’re so good when you get cock in you. Needed to be stretched and fucked, my gorgeous Flower.” He lifted a hand, slicking his fingers over the wet tongue. “Suck, bite… whatever you want. I need t’make you cum again.”

She didn’t need to be told twice, obedient in her fucked out form as she sucked on the two digits while he fucked her, harder than before. It was hard to decide if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer, nails running over his back as he groaned deep in his chest. There was something so erotic about him fucking her with little filter, eyes watching her lips as she bobbed her head on his fingers and breathed erratically as he sent her towards her next release. 

“No more of those stupid, silly little hookups. No more boys who are… fuck, baby… who are gonna leave you high and dry.” His brows furrowed as his slick cock pummeled her, pathetic little noises vibrating against his fingers. “M’gonna make you cum each and every time. My girl isn’t gonna have t’go without. Jesus.” He pulled his fingers from her mouth and gripped her jaw, pinning her with his gaze.

He could feel her cunt pulsating around him. Slick and hot and so tight it was borderline too much, he’d been holding off and it was hard not to lose his mind after finally getting what he wanted, but he knew she was close and he wanted another. “Cum.” His lips brushed her wet ones. “Cum. Cum for me. C’mon…” the ghost of a kiss sucked her bottom lip, the panting between them heavy. 

Y/N had to wondering how or why her body reacted to strongly to him, but right now all she was thinking of was how grateful she was to that fact. A broken moan of his name broke the panting, one of her leg falling from his hips as she came on his cock. It was a different sort of orgasm, feeling it from the inside out in a complicated way. She could feel herself gushing slightly as he fucked into her, a curse of his own leaving as her body felt weightless. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck… baby.” He whimpered, jaw slack as he pulled out and slicked his hand over his drenched cock. “Baby… baby, fuck.” His brain couldn’t come out with a different word pattern, white flashing behind his eyes as he felt his balls tighten and the first ribbon of cum decorated her cunt. The deepest groan left his throat as he wobbled on his one hand keeping him up, milking himself of every drop of cum as he pointed it at her clit. It was messy, dribbling from her bellybutton to her swollen cunt, and he couldn’t do anything but admire it. “Holy shit.” 

The girl acted quickly, gathering his face in her hands and kissed him sloppily. He returned it just as wet and messy, exhaling through his nose as he worked himself through the last of it. 

The wind down was oddly the best part. Lazy kissing, her soft giggles as he brushed her sweaty hair back and peppered slow kisses over her face and down her neck, he loved the slow intimacy as he looked her over. Sated, soft, pliant in the way he wanted. “Christ… you’re beautiful.” His voice felt raspy as he observed her, the most vulnerable place someone could be and she shone bright in his sheets. “Mm… I may take up my earlier threat.” He mumbled as he turned her on her side, pulling her in. 

“Which one?” She laughed, relishing in how he touched her. So gentle for someone who had just metaphorically broken her back. 

“Keeping you locked up on my bed. S’even more appealing now than before.” 

——-

“M’sorry.” Harry’s brows furrowed as she stood in front of his bathroom mirror. Taking a shower together had resulted in the shower sex one would expect, except this time he’d let her suck him off.

“Shut up.” She sighed, bumping him away as she used the brush to tame her hair. “I’m gonna be a little sore sitting down. It’s fine. And I have a feeling that isn’t even the toughest you get, so you’re gonna have to get used to me wincing.” Harry was beyond sweet for caring that she was a little sore when she had stood up from the shower bench, but it was to be expected. 

“Don’t love the idea of you in any pain at all.” 

“As sweet as that is, I’m fine.” Turning to face him, her hands cupped her cheeks and she gave him a sugary smile. “I’m hungry though. So you need to get me some sort of post coitial snack before I get grumpy. I’ll change the sheets.” 

Y/N grinned as he narrowed his eyes at her, stamping a kiss to her cheek and giving her ass a swat before making his escape. 

It was hard to fathom what had just happened. Harry had fucked her six ways to Sunday, multiple times, all the while basically asking her to be his girlfriend. It was a dream come true, but it happened so quickly that her head felt like it was spinning. The quiet time to think while she changed his sheets and pulled on one of his shirts had given her more time to process. 

If she looked back at it now, it made sense and she was more than obviously oblivious. It was hard to deny it now. He was so attentive and kind and touchy in a way that should’ve lent a hand in her understanding his feelings but she’d been so hell bent on not getting her hopes up that she hadn’t been able to see what was in front of her the whole time. 

Harry was a staple in her life, but it felt like now it was a relief to know he wanted to commit to her. He’d been the one to make it a point in saying this wasn’t just a one off. He wanted to date her. Be a boyfriend. 

Fuck. Harry was her boyfriend! 

That realization nearly sent her falling over but he entered the room with some cheese and crackers, grapes and water on a tray, and… a book? Her eyebrow raised as he placed the tray on the bed, padding over to his designated side of the bed- wow- and leaned up against the headboard. 

“Was thinking we could eat and I’d read you some of the book.” He laid the suggestion out as he spread his legs, patting the space between them. “Want to know what the hype is behind this book that it’s got you and Gia in a tizzy. And I’m feelin’ a little selfish and want close to me.” 

“Is this an excuse so I’ll hand feed you grapes?” Y/N joked but felt her heart in her throat as she got into position and felt him haul the tray over to her lap and flipped the book open. 

“Maybe a little bit. But is it so wrong that I’d like t’read my girlfriend one of the books she bought today?” 

Hearing it from his lips for the first time made her want to kick her feet against the sheets and squeal out loud, but she managed to control herself as she cleared her throat, tilting her lips up to kiss his jaw. “Nothing wrong with that at all.” She whispered, face flushed under her skin. “Here’s the first grape.” “Thank you.” He beamed, taking it between his teeth and crunching down. “Alright. Page one….”