#Naughty Cell

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

something queer is afoot in mayberry.... inspired by @hellallamerican 's poll asking if they explored each others bodies

[warangs]

Naughty Babe | EP 1

[separatist-apologist]

i know you didn't ask for opinions or anything, but damn. there is SO much sparkle all over the idea of an azriel that's dumb and curious enough to say "i'm not actually going anywhere the rope was just chafing dw about it"

this concept is just. scintillating.

Azriel is like, did a child tie this knot? He's gonna show her a better way. But later.

Also Gwyn wasn't aware he's always got a knife on him and can very easily cut zipties.

[the-six-fingered-villain]

Click that link! All of this artist's works are incredible!

This is Logic Bug! I made him as a 'thank you' for a friend who sent me a bunch of beautiful fabric and e-textiles components. Who doesn't love boollean gates?

More of my silly beetle creations here: https://www.pardalotemakes.com/work/beetles

[mustbealoosewire]

@anarchomikeism

Phantom Friday ...

USAF Kansas ANG 127Th Tactical Fighter Squadron Jayhawks F-4 Phantom in the engine test cell, running at full afterburner.

[what-iz-life]

May you attract a divine partner who loves every single cell of you. The warrior, the gentle, the loving, the naughty, the nice, the quiet, the talkative, the vulnerable, the bold, the sensitive, the nurturing, and the powerful – the absolute whole beautiful being you are.

[littlefreya]

Pictures of You

Summary: While Sy is deployed, his new girlfriend sends him nudes, and now he must take care of 'business' himself while fantasizing about the things he would do to her.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x himself x OFC

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), pure smut, graphic depiction of sex (male x female), male masturbation, bodily fluids, accidental creampie, dirty language, punishment, Freya using "peach". Being caught in the act. A bit of fluff. Not beta'd.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, translating, copying it, or parts of it and claiming it as your own*

A/N: It's been a while since I posted. I am working on a series (plural), but I got inspired by a lovely anon today. I'm not sure if I'm tagging anyone since my tag list is probably outdated and I'm not sure who still wants on. So, if you enjoyed, reblog, or comment, let me know. I'd appreciate it. 🖤

Pictures of You

At last, night unfurled, and the camp became quiet. 

The glorified Captain retired to his quarters, exhausted from a day of training recruits and tedious paperwork. This deployment would be long, and though he loved being The Captain - Logan Syverson was beginning to miss home.

It was all because of her. Sy shouldn't have caught feelings, long-distance relationships were never his thing, but damn, she was something else; a woman way above his league, pretty, hot as hell and way too smart to be with a military grunt like him.

Needless to say, fucking her made him feel like a god. 

Stripping down to his boxer, Sy slumped into his bed with a huff and reached for the private cell phone stuffed in his drawer. 

Twenty unanswered messages appeared on the screen—three of them from her.

Joy painted his face at the sight of her name. Ignoring everything else, he went directly to read her messages.

“Missing my big Sy”, the first message read. 

The other - “something to make you think of me.”  

The last message was simply an attachment. Curious, Sy tapped it open.

‘Fucking hell.’

The unmistakable pang of desire instantly surged through his groin. 

There she was, his sweet woman, naked and spread open like a present unwrapped, especially for him. She was sitting on her bed, one breast gripped by her palm with her nipple peeking through dark-painted nails while her other hand toyed with the sweet peach between her thighs. 

“Fuck,” Sy muttered. Already rock-hard. Absentmindedly, his hand massaged the hefty bulge through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a deep groan from under his breath. 

‘What are you doing to me, babygirl?” 

It wasn’t just her naked body and the way her finger teased her own slit, but the look she gave him, the familiar neediness in her gaze, the way she bit her lip. 

Damn, if she was here right now… He’d fucking punish her for teasing him so bad! He’d pin her to the wall with his hand around her throat and show her what happens to naughty girls who like playing such wicked games. 

Now he had three fucking months to go, and all he could think of was how bad he wanted to be inside her tight little cunt.

‘Well, guess I’ll have to take care of this myself…’

Springing his cock free from his boxers, he ran his rough fingers up and down the length of his imposing shaft - slow at first, as Sy enjoyed taking his time, just as he would with her. His thumb rolled across the crown of his cock, gently grazing the tip while he imagined flipping her against the pitted wall in this room. Make her take it from behind so he could look at that perfect rounded ass of hers and watch his cock slipping in and out of her body. 

Still holding the photo open, he focused on her succulent cunt before spitting onto his open palm and griping himself once again. Tighter this time, he squeezed onto his girth and began to fuck his own hand. 

Pants and groans sputtered from his mouth, his chest heaving as he gradually picked up the pace. In his fantasy, he parted her ass cheeks and teased her dripping little hole until she begged him to fuck him. Then he forced himself all the way in, making her cry out. 

The sounds of her moans echoed in his memory, so helpless and desperate at the same time - he was nearly too much for her; that narrow cavern of hers could barely take his leviathan cock, but still, she took every pounding, becoming wetter around his shaft as her body not only yielded to accommodate him but lured him deeper inside. 

“I want inside you, babygirl…” Sy mumbled out loud, his hand now moving in ecstatic fervour. Sweat dripped down the contracting muscles of his abs. Soon, he felt himself swell even larger, and his sack strained with the desperate need for release. 

He tightened his grip, now choking his shaft and thinking of how it felt when she came around him. How she contracted all around his cock and shattered like glass smashing on the floor.

“Don’t come inside….” She’d warned him. She wasn’t on the pill. But this time, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from filling her full of his cum, and maybe… he wouldn’t want to… 

It was his fantasy, after all. 

“FUCK!!!” 

With the image spilling inside her, he allowed himself to be swept by the fierce waves of pleasure, his entire body buzzing with bliss as hot, thick ribbons of ecstasy spilt over his fingers. He might have shouted too loudly, but it’s not like he ever gave a fuck. 

It took Sy a few good minutes to climb down to earth, and then he chuckled hoarsely as he noticed the mess he had left on his hand. Shaking his head, he reached for a towel and wiped himself clean before returning to gaze at her photo. 

“What am I gonna do with you, doll?”

Well, there was an idea. He could repay the favour by sending her a photo of himself. Usually, he was against this type of stuff, but what she did was particularly risky for a woman, and if she was bold enough to treat him, he could do the same. Besides, they had three months until they could meet again. He better make sure she remembered who she belonged to.  

He stroked himself lightly. Still semi-hard, he wondered whether he could work himself to another erection this soon when a knock sounded at the door.

“Mother of f…. One moment !!!” 

Sy yelled. Irritated, he briefly tucked his shaft back in his boxers and jumped out of bed. The room smelled rancid, but Sy couldn’t bring himself to care. He couldn’t even bring himself to put on a shirt as he rushed to the door.

“What?” He grunted before getting to see who was on the other side.

‘Well, fuck me sideways.’

It was a woman because why the hell not? Private Hicks, to be precise. The young thing’s eyes flared with surprise and then snapped to the floor to avoid staring at her sweaty, half-naked superior, but not before catching a glance of his hairy, tattooed chest and the semi-erected bulge in his groin.

The strong scent of sweat and sex hit her nostrils like a smack in the face. It took everything not to curl her face. There was no need to put two and two together to realise what she had just intruded. 

“Sir.” Hicks saluted in badly hidden embarrassment. 

Sy let out a deep sigh. Clearly, she knew what he was doing before she arrived. She probably heard him come all over himself right before knocking. Frankly, he wasn’t ashamed. 

“Get on with it, Private.”

“Sir,” she repeated, her voice a slight tremble. “ I’m sorry to bother you… but the Major asked me to get you.” 

Sy scratched the back of his head and groaned deeply. “Tell him I’ll be there in 10.” 

Without any other comment, he shut the door, leaving Hicks to wander back to the Major’s office, all shaken and quaking. 

As she walked away, she couldn’t help but bite her lips. All across her body, she felt those little electric streams of excitement, and her breath suddenly became shallow. She shouldn’t have thought of her superior like this, on what he did behind that closed door just a moment before she arrived, but Captain Syverson was too hot to handle and, needless to say, too loud. 

Well, she’d have to take care of herself later…

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

Just Like Him

Kinktober 2024 - Day 23

Pairing: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Kink: Anal Sex

Word Count: 1700+

Summary: You can't help but fall for Steve's charm and maybe, just maybe, he's falling for you too. (Or Steve loves you cause you're just like him)

Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON, Dark themes, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrom, explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected sex, anal sex, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, spit as lube, brief oral sex (f! receiving), allusions to multiple orgasms, messy sex, rough sex, d/s dynamics, biting, marking, obsession, slight degrading, slight breast play, choking kink, doggy style, nicknames (baby, little one, little slut)), sorta!soft!Steve, corrupted!reader

a/n: Here is Day 23! I know I'm a little late posting but my classes have been kicking my ass and I'm so freaking tired! I will do my best to post on time for the rest of this month!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

You’re not sure how long you had been imprisoned in Steve’s basement. All you know is that two women had come and gone from the cell next to yours. He had killed them and cut them up and sold them to the highest bidder. He hadn’t taken anything from you, though. He’s threatened to cut you up from time to time but he hadn’t tried to. You weren’t sure why he was so nice to you, in his own twisted way but he was nice. He brought you books, blankets, and sweet treats most of the times he came into your cell. While the other women were screaming when he went into their cell, you were giggling at some stupid joke he told you.

It was safe to say that you were, rather reluctantly, falling in love with the psycho. He was gentle when leading you to the bathroom for a shower, he respected your privacy, even if the cuffs stayed on, he gave you little freedoms. He treated you like glass even if he did smack you around if you pissed him off, but you rarely did that anymore. You found it nicer to just listen to him. 

You stared at the same landscape on the wall that was slowly becoming a part of your nightmares, but it was almost peaceful if you forgot where you were. You heard Steve’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and up to the cell next to yours and you could hear the sound of the plastic tray hitting the floor before the cell door closed, and he made his way over to your cell. You heard the telltale click of the lock and the door sliding open. 

Steve stepped into your cell with a garment bag and a tray of food, he locked eyes with you and gave you a dark grin. “Good morning, little one.” He hummed before setting the tray next to you, but your eyes stayed on the landscape. “I have a surprise for you.” He whispered and kneeled beside you and set the garment bag on the bed in front of you. 

You pulled your eyes away from the landscape to look him in the eyes, “Hm?” You hummed softly with a soft smile on your face. 

He chuckled at the sleepy look on your face, “I was thinking that me and you could have dinner tonight. I’ll make you something nice.” He smirked and caressed your cheek softly, you leaned into his palm, loving his kind touch. 

“Who will it be?” You asked already knowing that the dinner will have some form of meat that didn’t come from an animal. 

“Don’t know yet, but I can make you something else?” He offered and you smiled wider before shaking your head. 

“No.” You whispered looking down then up again, “I want to try it.”

He smirked wider and wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you up to kiss your lips hungrily. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, “Naughty girl. I knew you were special.” He whispered and pecked your nose. “I’ll see you at dinner.” He smirked before leaving the cell. 

That night, you put on the red bell sleeved dress that he gave you. It cut up to your upper thigh and the sleeves billowed out like bat wings, and you wore small Mary Jane matching heels. Earlier that day, Steve had led you to the bathroom, and let you shower and shave before taking you back down to the cell. He left the cell unlocked but your cuffs were on and you walked up the stairs shakily. You followed the smell of food to find Steve in the kitchen, stirring a pot of sauce.

“Hello, little one.” Steve said with his back to you as you walked up to the counter and sat down on one of the bar stools. He had a charcuterie board set up with dried meats, assorted cheeses, crackers, and fruit. The board was in the shape of a heart, it was cute, a bit cheesy but you found it endearing. Steve walked away from the stove and over to you, he grabbed the chains from the floor and clipped them to the ‘D’ ring of your cuffs, locking them with a padlock. “Don’t want you running away.” He hummed and kissed your lips softly. 

You pulled away and looked up at him with doe eyes, “Don’t wanna run away.” You whispered as your fingers played with his sweater. “Want to stay with you.” 

He gave you a soft smile and caressed your cheek softly, “Good girl.” He whispered and pecked your lips before pulling away, “Eat some of the charcuterie, it’s delicious.” He smirked and grabbed a piece of cheese and meat and popped it into his mouth. 

You grabbed a cracker, a piece of cheese, and a piece of the dried meat. You stacked them on top of the cracker and ate it slowly, the meat melting on your tongue and the flavors exploding in your mouth, “Mm, that’s good.” You hummed and reached for another piece. 

Steve smirked at you as you ate some more of the meat and cheese, “I’m glad you’re enjoying it, little one.” He winked at you as you watched him move around the kitchen. 

After dinner, you and Steve were tipsy on wine and he led you to his bedroom. His lips on yours as he laid you down on the comforter, his strong hands gripping your waist and hips as he crawled on top of you. You moaned into his mouth, letting his tongue invade your mouth and your senses. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. 

His hands were slow as they undid your dress and pulled it from your body, leaving you in your panties. Your nipples peaked as they were exposed to the cool air of the room. He smirked and placed his hands on your breasts, his palms massaging your sensitive nipple. “So pretty like this, little one.” He hummed, plucking your nipples with each hand, pinching and tugging them softly, making soft gasps and moans leave your lips. You looked away as your cheeks flushed a deep pink, making him chuckle. “So shy. Keep your eyes on me, baby.” He whispered as his fingers continued their movements on your puffy nipples. 

You looked at him as he played with your body, how he wanted. You felt your cunt soaking your white panties, leaving a viable wet spot on the gusset of the fabric. You whined as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking softly and leaving a teasing bite on the bud. He pulled back and shucked his sweater over his head and tossed it away, revealing his bare chest to your hungry eyes. 

You moved your hands up to caress his taut abs and up to his pecs, “You’re so handsome.” You said softly as your eyes followed his happy trail to the hem of his pants. “Wanna see all of you, Steve.” 

He smirked and leaned down and kissed your lips as he undid his slacks and shimmed out of them leaving him in his boxers. “Sweet girl.” He purred and kissed down your neck softly. You moaned as he sucked and bit on your sensitive neck, biting hard enough to break the skin.

You hissed and pulled away and pressed a hand against your bleeding neck. “S-Steve?” You stuttered looking up at him, and he gave you a bloody smirk. 

“Just wanted a taste of you.” He smirked before kissing your lips again, the metallic taste staining your tastebuds. “Just relax, baby.” He hummed and rolled you over onto your stomach. He pulled your hips up to his face and he yanked your panties off, revealing your soaked core and your tight back hole to him. 

He lapped through your folds, moaning at your taste on his tongue. His hands spreading you further apart for him as he nuzzled deeper in your cunt. He moved up to lap at your tight hole softly, prodding it with the tip of his tongue. 

You were startled and tried to pull away, “W-what are you doing?” You asked in a nervous voice, as his hands kept you against his face. 

“Mm. Just getting you ready.” He hummed lapping at your tight hole, getting it sloppy for him before he pulled his face away and dragged his finger through your wetness, then slowly pushed it into your hole. You gasped at the sensation, never having anything in your back hole. “Sh, sh. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered as his thumb circled your clit steadily as he worked his finger deeper into you. 

He worked three fingers into your hole, making you cum once with the stimulation from his fingers stroking your walls and his thumb rubbing at your clit. You were a whimpering mess by the time he lubed up his cock and was working his thick length into your stretched hole. You cried out at the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through you as his cock manipulated and your walls to fit his cock deep in you. His thumb never let up on your clit, rubbing fast and tight circles on your sensitive bud. 

Your hole squeezed his cock as he started thrusting shallowly in and out of your ass, while he slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt. His free hand gripped your ass cheek, spreading it open so he could watch his cock, slide in and out of your hole. You gripped the pillows in front of you tight, moaning and whining with each thrust, him bullying his cock deeper into you. He spanked your asscheek once, then twice, and over and over until your ass was red and tingling with pain. The pain turned into pleasure as he sped up his thrusts.

His fingers curled up in your cunt, stroking your sweet spot slowly, making your thighs shake uncontrollably. You whined as tears fell from your eyes and down your cheeks, leaving wet tracks on your cheeks. He smirked and used his free hand to wrap around your neck and yank you up. The new position sliding him deeper into your asshole. 

“Mm, this is so much better than eating you. Fuck, you’re perfect for this. My little girl. So innocent.” He groaned as your walls gripped him perfectly. “But you’re not that innocent, you’re just like me.” He smirked and lapped at the bite on your neck as he squeezed your windpipe, cutting off your air flow, making you feel dizzy. “Perfect little slut.” He murmured against your skin. “I’m not letting you go anywhere. You’re mine.”

[sweetshrew]

oh to be the pervy officer who’s determined you’re hiding something in your bra so i keep kneading and groping your tits, asking "what’s under here?" as i lift them up and let em drop. the tips of my thumbs trace the outline of your areolas and flick over your nipples, pinching and pulling on em just to smirk and mumble a "fuckin knew it. there’s somethin under here, huh?" when they start to harden.

who starts to half undress you for a ‘thorough’ search, threatening to write you up for indecent exposure if you don’t cooperate with me, telling you it won’t fare well for your career if everyone knows how much of a "needy slut who loves to show off" you are.

who sticks my hand past your waistband and runs my fingers over your lips, taunting you with the threat of being held overnight, knowing it’s only a matter of time before you beg me to "search" you so you can prove you’re not hiding anything.

who makes sure to slide 1, 2 more fingers in for good measure, curling my fingers against that spongy spot while i press the pad of my thumb against your clit. who coos at you when you grunt and squint your eyes but don’t protest. "such a naughty one. you gonna be like this in your cell too?"

who doesn’t let you cum (whether you'd admit or not, you wanted to). no, i "remembered" i hadn’t searched your mouth properly, so i quickly slide my fingers out, ignoring the way your desperate hole gapes and clenches around the space my fingers used to be before sticking all of them into your mouth all at once, and far enough so you don’t realize until it’s too late that a pill has slid down your throat, something i say will make you want it.

who, when you’ve finally sucked my fingers clean of your slick, slaps your ass and tells you to bend over the backseat. there’s one more hole i need to check…

[randomshyperson]

Favorite Star - Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: During halftime at the Golden Globes, two guests find an empty room. Or the one where Lizzie's dress is driving you crazy.

Warnings; (+18), semi-public smut, bottom!Lizzie, dirty talking, implied secret relationship, just sinful. | Words: 1.437k

A/N-> This is actually fluff because I'm a sweetheart and Lizzie's face after losing another award made me very upset. And as the saying goes, the devil works fast but fanfic writers work faster.

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You've been teasing her.

All day, even before the awards began, you filled her cell phone with selfies and short videos of getting dressed in your attire - A dark green suit that hugged your body just right and was chosen to match her eyes, giving plenty of material for every rumor that has been circling about the two of you. Then on the red carpet, with intense stares and hidden smirks in her direction that your Agent probably wouldn't approve of. When you finally greeted her, you even dared to whisper how breathtaking she looked next to her ear and Lizzie should have won an acting award right there for covering the way her body shook at the compliment. 

The Golden Globes party was as full as usual, and it was blistering hot and tedious. She still had to deal with an annoying host, and when the break finally happened, Elizabeth wasn't the only one who breathed a sigh of relief that the performance had been interrupted.

She made her way through the crowd towards the toilets, offering polite smiles to any of the known guests she crossed glances with and somehow, perhaps because she caught your eye before standing up, Lizzie knew you were following her.

Her heart leaped in her chest when she felt her wrist being gently grabbed. She caught a glimpse of your dilated pupils before you took the lead, holding her hand and guiding her into the first empty room you could find.

You let go of her hand to wrap your arms around her waist, a gentle push to have her against the closed door. Lizzie was still blushing because she was sure Meryl Streep had seen the whole thing.

Your lips were on hers in the blink of an eye, and all she could do was sigh, her eyes closing on instinct. Fuck, she missed this. It seemed like forever since you last kissed, Lizzie was almost beginning to think she'd imagined it.

When you broke apart, you were a little breathless, your eyes shining in her direction filled her stomach with butterflies.

"Hello, gorgeous." You greeted her with a smile, your hands stroking her sides. "Lizzie, this dress is... fuck."

She blushed at your affected tone of voice, smiling shyly. Her hands went to the collar of your dress shirt, and she stared back at you with the same intensity.

"I'm glad you like it." She whispers even though the room is empty and the noise of the party outside is enough to drown out the sounds inside. "Do you know what the best part is? How easy it comes off..." She teases naughty an inch away from your lips, pleased with the shaky sigh that escapes you. Your hands tighten a little more firmly around her waist and Lizzie bites her lip before instinctively thrusting her hips towards you. The cue is answered immediately - You grab her dress to put up a little so your thigh can fit between her legs, giving her something to grind against. But instead of giving in completely, she’s all too aware of where she is and the short time you both have before the end of the break. So Lizzie fiddles with your tie. "We can't. Not here."

You pout, the hands on her hips giving a tentative pull, forcing her to grind down into your flexing thigh, and her determined gaze falters into an aroused expression, the blood flowing not only to her cheeks but down her body, at a speed that makes her gasp for air. The hot knot on her lower belly making her dizzier by the second.

"Why wait, when you want it so badly?" You challenge back as if you knew how about the ache between her legs. You lean in to attack her collarbone with kisses that turn her into a panting mess, struggling to keep her eyes open. You gently bite the most sensitive spot behind her ear that you have learned to memorize and Lizzie lets out a soft whimper, her hips thrusting forward on instinct.

But there's movement outside. Footsteps and a soft bell. Break time is about to be over. Lizzie grumbles, the firm hands on your shoulder pushing you gently.

"We have to go." She says, but you don't let go, you pull her face to yours and kiss her hard. Your tongue makes her knees go weak and the only support is your thigh between her legs. She whines again, wishing she wasn’t wearing a dress at all. "Baby, they'll notice-" She manages to pant between your firm kisses, but she's grinding against you with a little more frenzy in the next second. Your hands move under her dress and Lizzie lets her face fall into the space of your neck, unable to care about the lipstick staining the collar of your shirt.

She choked on a moan when suddenly, your fingers reached forward - you just pushed the fabric of her already ruined panties aside and sank them inside her without warning. The throaty moan that escapes her is muffled on your skin.

It's ridiculous how helpless she is; riding your fingers in chase of her climax in near despair. And you're not gentle either, your thrusts are deep and quick inside her because you can't afford to prolong this and the second warning bell will ring soon. The cameras will be turned on again, your chairs will be empty, and more gossip about a possible relationship between the Marvel stars will surface in the media.

But Lizzie is coming hard against your hand, so she can't care about any of that right now.

It's one of the quickest orgasms she's ever had in her life, but she doesn't have time to feel embarrassed about it. You remove your hand to suck your fingers clean as she tries to breathe normally again, her hands gripping your shoulders so she doesn't slip to the floor due to her shaky legs.

You turn your face to her next, kissing her intensely and Lizzie moans at the taste of herself on your tongue. You smile as you break away.

"I kinda wanna skip the party and take you home, Miss Olsen." You let her know sweetly, and Lizzie lets out a short, breathy chuckle. 

But the second bell rings, and the cameras have been turned on. She curses quietly, and you help her to stand up properly.

"Come on, let me help you with this." You ask, your hands pulling her face to lessen the mess that has become her lipstick as she tries to do the same with you. 

But she knows, she knows for sure that her worn-out dreamy expression, the mess in her hair, will give away what she’s been up to. And that not only the other guests, but the fans will know too.

She swallows dryly, tugging at your hand. "They'll know."

You hesitate before giving her a small smile. "Is that so bad, Lizzie?"

She takes a deep breath, her lips cracking into a small smile. "I just... hoped to share the news in a different way."

You absorb her words for a moment, trying to ignore the warm happiness blossoming in your chest. Lizzie wants to go public. You steal a glance at the door before looking back at her and sighing. "Okay, I have an idea."

The whole thing goes very quickly; you pull your cell phone out of your pocket and take a picture of your lipstick-stained shirt collar. She looks at you with a frown.

"What...?"

"Well, you're not on Instagram so this is as good as it gets." You explain, letting her see the photo and the small caption that simply read “a good-luck kiss from my favorite star”. Lizzie felt her face burn, and she giggled nervously. This would cause some commotion, she could already imagine Twitter going insane trying to guess who you were talking to. Knowing her fans, they probably already knew.

She stares at you to say; "Your agent is going to kill you. Not only that, they'll drown you with questions when we are out of here."

You chuckled, offering her a wink. "It was totally worth it."

She approaches again, stealing a short kiss before touching the door handle. "I'll fix my makeup, you go ahead."

You pout. "But my picture was so nice..."

Lizzie rolls her eyes with a laugh. "I never said you couldn't post it." She teases, and it's her turn to give you a wink before walking out the door.

This woman is still going to be the death of you. Honestly.

[dark-and-kawaii]

nothing on my mind but Halsin 🐻

Summary: You’re kidnapped by the goblins and thrown into the same cell as Halsin xoxo

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Pairing: Bear Halsin x F!Tav/Reader

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Content: Comfort - Protection - Halsin Has Naughty Thoughts

Imagine getting kidnapped by the goblins and thrown into the same prison as Halsin. Those small bastards thought it’d be funny to watch the bear devour you- rip that pretty body of yours into a thousand bloody chunks…

You were so helpless, your hands tied behind your back, your breathing labored as you lay unconscious in a crumpled heap… Free for the taking.

“Go on you stupid fucking bear. RIFFLE THROUGH HER INTESTINES! RIP HER APART! I KNOW YOU WANT TO!! FUCKING DEVOUR HER!!” One of the goblins shrieked.

“Yeah! She’s got such a noice smell ta her! You want to taste her, doncha?! Taste her? Taste her?! TASTE HER?!!?!?!??!?!!??!??!?!!?!??!?!?!!”

“If he don’t I might!! AHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Halsin growled at the goblins, a low rumble that reverberated through the cell… He looked down at you, watching your chest rise and fall. The slow and steady rhythm lulled him to a place of safety- a place of peace. His mind drifted from the stone cell, through the halls of his prison and into the forest beyond… His gaze lingered on your exposed thighs, before turning his head back up.

The goblins kept goading and jeering at Halsin, and when he made no move to hurt you, they threatened to come over and eat you themselves.

Baring his teeth, Halsin carefully stood over you, shielding you with his massive form. His fur bristled as he roared and snarled, standing his ground, protecting you from the goblins.

After a few moments of posturing and yelling, the goblins gave up, leaving the cell, their laughter echoing down the hallway as they went.

Halsin stayed over you, his ears listening for any sign of their return. When he was certain they were gone, he nipped the rope that bound you before lying down beside you. His large furry body wrapped around you, keeping you safe, keeping you warm as he nuzzled the top of your head.

Your scent was so beautiful- so unique. His large tongue licked the sweat from your brow, tasting you, savoring you.

You moaned softly, still unconscious, your body curling against his as if seeking warmth.

Halsin watched as your hands gripped his fur, nuzzling closer to him… He hadn't had the pleasure of being with someone in a few days... But that was nothing compared to the feeling of your soft, smooth skin, the curve of your hips...

Closing his eyes, Halsin breathed in deeply. It was a struggle not to pounce on you, not to rut his cock into the space between your legs. His paws flexing, claws digging into the cell floor to ground him.

He’d be sure to get to know you once out of these cells- to discover your name, and perhaps if he was lucky enough, he would be the one to have you.

[gojonanami]

SIT IN MY LAP - SATORU GOJO

✴︎ summary: you and satoru take your daughter to see santa at the mall, and satoru proves that he's just as much of a match for his daughter, as he is for you. ✴︎ contents: fluff, domesticity, satoru being a cute girl dad, crack, innuendo, daughter's name is satomi, implication of pregnancy, wc -> 1,350

Satoru Gojo was blessed in almost every single way — from his cursed technique to his looks, but the thing he was not blessed with was patience. 

“We have to wait how long?” Your husband grumbles as you two wait in seemingly a line longer than the Nile itself all to take for your precious daughter to take a picture on Santa’s lap. 

“I don’t know how long, Toru, it’s probably going to be 45 minutes at least,” and you swear he pouts more then your three year old does, “Santa is very busy this time of year, isn’t he, baby?” You ask your sweet daughter and Satomi only grins up the two of you, after she insisted on standing on her own. 

“Very busy,” she repeats, and Satoru softens for a moment before he sees the long wait still ahead even as the three of you round another corner of Santa’s miniature workshop they had built in the middle of the mall, “Daddy gotta wait with us!”

“Why can’t Daddy go to the car and take a nap instead?” He grumbles, and you roll your eyes. 

“Because daddy has to be in the picture with Santa, otherwise you’ll end up on the naughty list,” and his lips curl, “and not the good kind of naughty list,” you add in a whisper. 

“Daddy has already been naughty!” Your daughter exclaims as Satoru stares down at her dumbstruck. 

“What?” 

“You ate my pancakes this morning,” she huffs, and you stifle a laugh at Satoru’s indignant expression 

“I took one bite—“ but her glower said she did not care, “only three years old and already turning on me,” he mutters, “who carried her this entire time around the mall when she didn’t wanna walk? Doesn’t that earn me some points?” 

“Well I think you’ve been a good boy, aside from the impatience,” and he’s sporting a glower similar to your daughter now, as you giggle between the two of them, “how about this? We’ll all have a treat when we go home if the two of you behave,” and you lean to whisper in Satoru’s ear, “and if you’re a really good boy, maybe I’ll sit in your lap tonight,” 

And he perks up at your words, eyes raking over you, “And are you going to tell me what you want for Christmas?” 

You kiss his cheek, warmth blooming where your lips touched, “I think you know,” 

And a small blush settles over his cheeks, even as he grins shamelessly, whispering, “Have you been a good girl this year?”

You lean up to whisper in his ear, “Definitely not,” your lips skim his outer ear, drawing a shiver from him. 

“Daddy are you cold?” Your daughter notices, but you scoop her up in your arms. 

“Daddy is running a little hot I think,” you chuckle, as you watch him try to adjust himself, his tight pants doing little to help his situation, “he’ll be fine, right?” 

And he pouts again, “I’ll be fine,” he presses a kiss to his daughter’s forehead, “can’t say the same for your mom when we get home,” 

Finally, after many brain cells lost and almost an hour of time, you reach the front of the line. “Santa” sits in his chair, looking quite jolly, despite having to deal with children all day, and he welcomes your daughter, who, for all of her spunk when dealing with her parents, now was hiding behind your leg. 

And before you can say anything, Satoru is kneeling beside her, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He’s running his fingers through her soft white locks, “do you want daddy to go with you?” 

And she considers it, lips in a cute pout that’s all too similar to her father’s, and then nods, “daddy, come with me,” 

“Of course, baby,” and his fingers intertwine with her smaller ones as he takes her up. You hang back a little, your phone ready and poised to take pictures and a video, as you beam. 

Santa holds your daughter as he asks her what she wants for Christmas. Your daughter says something half whispered that you can’t make out, but Satoru does, his cerulean eyes widening slightly before his lips curl into a grin. 

And before you can ask what she said, you’re pulled in to take a picture. You three leave, Satomi in her father’s arms, nestled on his shoulder, peacefully sleeping, “what did she wish for?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. 

He snorts, “Sworn to secrecy by Santa,” 

“What’s that? A hidden confidentiality clause?” And he only smiles, as you roll your eyes, “pun definitely not intended,” 

“I’ll tell you when we get home. Too many prying elves here,” he jerks his head at one of Santa’s elves sitting on a bench, clearly on their break with earbuds in either ear. 

“I don’t think they care about a three year old’s wish,” and Satoru’s lips part and eyes comically big in mock offense. 

“This is not any three year old — she’s the next Gojo heir, my successor, the fruit of my—“ and you glare, “our loins,” 

“More like mine,” you cross your arms, tilting your head as you glance at your daughter, “you’re not the one that pushed her out,” 

“Yes I’m the one who put her in there—“ and another scowl makes him clam up, smile bit back, “I’ll tell you when we get home, after I get you on my lap that is,” he adds with a grin. 

“Oh yeah, I don’t know if you’ve been so nice though,” and his free arm slides around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead, curling his lips. 

His voice low as he murmurs in your ear, “The real question is if you have been, baby.”

And finally, when Satomi is fast asleep in bed — arms and legs tangled in her blanket like a menace, you emerge from her bedroom, sighing, “finally down,” you collapse on the couch beside him, lying your head on his shoulder, as his arm wraps around you, pulling you close, “are you gonna finally gonna tell me what she wished for?” 

And he hums, mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “Sit in my lap, and see,” and you tilt your head, but you slide over his lap, sitting with your knees on either side of his waist, “good girl,” 

“Satoru—” and he’s kissing you slowly, lips meeting yours in a languid kiss and you can taste the sweet hot chocolate on his lips he drank earlier. 

“Been waiting to that all day,” he murmurs, gaze leaving a trail of heat as it slid over his body, and his hands follow, squeezing your hips and making you lurch against his hips, “definitely on the naughty list from that noise,” he grunts. 

“Weren’t you supposed to tell me what Satomi wanted?” You mumble against his lips, as they meet again, before pressing kisses down your jaw and the hollow of your throat. 

“Oh, we wanted the same thing,” and you raise an eyebrow, and he’s grinning up at you, “she wants a sibling,” you breath catches — both at his words and at his darkened gaze — and you can feel his erection press against you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your sides, “wanna make a Christmas wish come true?” 

And your heart flutters, “do you think we’re ready?” You had been talking about possibly having another kid, Satomi was getting older — ready to start school soon enough — and you wanted your daughter to have a sibling to grow up with. 

Satoru’s gaze softens, his palm sliding across your cheek, as you lean into his touch, “I know we are — as long as you want it to,” and you can almost see it now — a little boy with Satoru’s blue eyes and your hair, nights spent up with the baby, days spent as a family, the baby sleeping on Satoru’s chest as you do Satomi’s hair, and another piece of your family complete. 

So you kiss him, lips sliding gently against his, and you smile at him, “Luckily, you both knew exactly what I wanted for Christmas.” 

✴︎ note: i don't celebrate christmas, but i got this cute fic idea in my head and i couldn't get it out lol. i love girl dad satoru.

[holybibly]

Mommy I hate to be a bother but can you give me and the other bunnies a shorty of this naughty thought https://www.tumblr.com/holybibly/756656577787936768/did-the-bunnies-miss-me-have-you-been-obedient?source=share

I can't stop thinking about so please I'll even be a good bunny for you🥺🥺

Mmm, bunny, just because I love you so much. Here's a little teaser of what will soon be a full-length work, because I can't get these thoughts out of my head either.

Unholy hour of the day, my sugar fuzzies: Alpha Mommy Hwa gives his greedy wolf cubs a lesson they won't soon forget.

You were hot, too hot for you to handle; your whole body was on fire and tingling like you were in heat, and you had the feeling you could feel Seonghwa with every cell of your body. Your long velour ears were twitching slightly, and your cheeks were wet with the tears and drool that Seonghwa's long tongue had left behind as he licked the tears from your warm, flushed skin.

Your slutty bunny nature was singing with pleasure as you basked in the amount of attention that the Alpha was giving you at that very moment. You could taste the thick, rich taste of his sickly-sweet pheromones on your tongue and the wet feel of his tongue on your skin, his rough, possessive fingers digging into your flesh until it was bruised and bloodied. But it only made you more needy, your sticky, sweet slime pouring out of your hole like a waterfall, filling the whole room with the fertile, creamy scent of peaches and cream.

The rational part of you was still resisting, fighting against your strong instinct for self-preservation and morality, telling you to squeeze your legs together and cover your slutty, needy cunt. But the velvety purring of the head alpha behind your back and the pathetic whimpering of San and Wooyoung at your feet plunged you deeper and deeper into the lustful depths of pleasure, making your thoughts of virtue and modesty melt away.

The whole situation was Woosan's fault. When those seductive wolf pups invited you to play this morning, you never imagined you would end up like this—on Seonghwa's lap, wrapped in one of his luxurious fur coats and covered in jewellery from head to toe, while his huge, thick alpha-cock stretched your tiny pink cunt until it almost hurt. You writhed and cried in his arms, begging him to fuck you and satisfy your hunger and need, but your mommy was merciless, torturing you for hours on end, and not just you, if Wooyoung and San's red, painfully hard cocks pressed tightly against their tense, stained, and glistening with pre-sperm stomachs were any indication. 

The viscous, clear liquid was trickling down between the reliefs of their abdominal muscles and dripping onto the floor, collecting in puddles of liquid lust between their spread thighs. And you thought for a second that maybe when it was all over, the main Alpha would make them clean up the mess with their tongues. While he will sadistically watch the wolf pups lapping up their own cooled sperm. Sometimes your mommy was very sophisticated when it came to punishing, but even that didn't stop any one of the wolves from trying to stick his dick in you up to balls. 

Maybe none of this would have happened if San and Wooyoung had just fucked you or licked your pussy like they usually liked to do, but their inner instincts urged them to mate you, to make you their own. And now they were paying for their greed, fucking the air and coming dry while Seonghwa rolled your pussy on his huge cock and made them watch.

Part of you even felt sorry for them, their pretty faces covered by heavy silver snout muzzles, tight leather collars wrapped around their necks, and at the base of their dicks, the beautiful metal rings that kept their knots from swelling were glistening. 

You scream, a shiver running through your entire body as the thick head of your Alpha's cock nuzzles the edge of your cervix, thanks to a particularly deep thrust. Oh God... The memories of how Mingi, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa rearranged your insides two nights ago, how they literally fucked you to the brink, come flooding back into your mind, and a new load of thick, sugary mucus spurts out of your hole. Seonghwa had been especially kind to the huge, passionate wolf that night, letting him have his way with you, but after Mingi and that daddy had fucked you almost to the point of unconsciousness. The head Alpha took you again, tied you up with his knot, and fucked you at a brutal animal pace, folding you in half so that your legs were pressed against the sides of your head.

Your mommy had fucked you countless times—in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, at night—pulling you onto his cock like a glove, but you still couldn't get used to the size of it. It felt like his cock was getting bigger with each session, more veins showing on the heavy velvety length and his thick knot practically tearing you in half as he fucked you like an animal. Stuffing you with his cock and pouring so much cum into you that your belly swelled like you were in the early stages of pregnancy.

Seonghwa's appetite for you was insatiable. Everyone in the house, including Hongjoong, had to remember that you belonged to him and only to him. And if the sore, raw, never-healing bite on your neck wasn't enough to make everyone understand that, Seonghwa would always give them an object lesson.

The Alpha's fur coat was too heavy for you to carry, but Seonghwa had recently taken to dressing you up in it. Naked in his luxurious coat and draped in tonnes of jewellery was his favourite look on you. At the moment, you had a diamond collar around your neck that clearly indicated who you belonged to; it was restricting your breathing almost as much as the Alpha's long, skilled tongue in your throat.

A pathetic wail caused Seonghwa to tear his lips away from yours and turn his attention to the moaning, writhing mess at your feet. San and Wooyoung were tense to the breaking point. You could see their muscles twitching and contracting beneath their golden, sweat-soaked skin, their tongues tracing the metal bars of their muzzles, and the veins in their necks bulging as the Alpha tightened their leashes.

"Have a look at the pretty cunt my little sugar thing has." Hwa purred softly, sliding his hand down your body until his long fingers parted your labia as he exposed your tiny hole stretched around his cock to the greedy, dark gaze of the wolf pups. The soft, wet edge of your entrance clung to Seonghwa's knot with every deep thrust he gave it.

"A-a-alpha, please..." You whine, clutching your hand to Seonghwa's wrist as he continues to hold your pussy open and vulnerable.

The deep, dark growl of the wolf pups echoes with the smug, dark laughter of the alpha leader, and you instinctively cringe at the terrifying, vibrating sound that shakes San and Wooyoung's chests as they bare their sharp teeth and dig their claws into the dark parquet, leaving long, jagged stripes on the expensive wood.

His fingers release your labia, only to slap the palm of his hand hard against your clit, causing you to squeal and squirt around his cock. The walls of your pussyclench together to hold Seonghwa's hot, smooth length inside of you, and copious amounts of clear liquid spurt out of your hole onto the floor as he continues to slide in and out.

"All this is mine." Seonghwa growls in a low voice, his mouth sinking into the raw bite on your neck, only to suckle it roughly.

Another growl is elicited from San and Wooyoung, and the Alpha licks your skin one last time before he turns his attention to the cubs.

"Impatient, greedy bastards." Hwa's long fingers tangle in Wooyoung's silky, two-toned hair, squeezing and pulling his face down on your pussy with great force, almost burying his pretty face in your folds, but the snout prevents Woo from getting what he craves so much. His luxurious, fluffy tail whips out behind him as he smells the rich scent of your slick, and he moans loudly, his whole body shaking as if he has a fever. The need to fuck you, to breed you, to fill you with his cum until your pussy is warm and saturated with all his cum drives him literally crazy. He arched his back to press himself even closer to you, even though Seonghwa's cock was still deep inside you, so deep that Wooyoung could see it bulging out on your stomach.

San's no better, rolling his hips and fucking the air, hoping for relief; his sharp cat eyes focused on you, catching your every reaction like his life depended on it. And when streams of milk start running down your body, flowing freely from your breasts, his tongue hangs from his mouth, and his breathing becomes laboured.

"Mmm, Sannie, you want to have a feel of our little fluff too, don't you? Come here." Seonghwa grumbles and yanks hard on San's leash until there is another adorable face right next to your cunt. Your mommy's fingers slide between your folds again, rubbing the sticky slime all over your pussy, and then he brings his dirty fingers to your mouth, and you obediently open your lips for him, allowing him to push them into your mouth.

Another moan, mixed with a growl, escapes from Wooyoung and San at the sight of your little tongue swirling around those long, slippery appendages, and the main Alpha moans in satisfaction.

"Look how desperate you are; you want to try it too, don't you? You want to eat MY bunny's sweet, sticky snatch, don't you?" The wolf cubs nod their heads in desperation, their muzzles almost bumping into each other. "You'd have to do better than that if you want me to let you do that, you little bitches. For now, all you can do is sit back and enjoy the show."

[dorabellingham]

Get out of bed

warnings: none

characters: jude x reader

summary: when after a night at the club you are needy

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The sun came in softly through the curtains of the hotel room, filtering the golden light of the morning as a gentle reminder that the day had already begun some time ago. But there, under the messy sheets and the shared heat, you didn't seem at all interested in getting up.

Jude was lying on his side, fiddling with his cell phone with laziness, still a kind of hangover from the night before. You had returned from the club in Ibiza laughing so much that you were slow to fall asleep - and now, almost eleven in the morning, he just wanted another half hour of peace. Until you start with that.

The first kiss came on the shoulder. A quick and almost innocent kiss, which he barely really felt.

-Humm...

He murmured, without taking his eyes off his cell phone.

The second kiss came just below the back of his neck, hot, longer, with the tip of his nose touching his skin. The cell phone was already half forgotten in the hand. The third came soon after, a cute snap on the side of the jaw, and this time he already smiled, his eyes still closed.

-You want something, right, babe?

He asked, without turning around, but already knowing.

You didn't answer. He just smiled against his skin and slid his hand down his chest under the wide T-shirt he wore to sleep. You kissed again, now in the little curve between the jaw and the neck, slower, leaving a trail of heat.

—Y/n...

-Humm?

You made the innocent, your mouth too close to his ear for him to focus on anything else in the world.

He finally put down his cell phone and turned around, finding your bright eyes close by, shining with that naughty face of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

-You're not at all sorry for making me drink four drinks yesterday, are you?

He said, the deep voice of sleep, the smile already surrendering.

-No regrets, Jude.

You whispered, and kissed his chin.

-Do you think this will convince me to get out of bed?

You bit your lip, as if you were deciding. Then he leaned your forehead against hos and, very quietly, murmured:

-I don't want you to get up.

He laughed, pulling you by the waist.

-Oh, now I understand.

-It Took a while, sweetie.

He turned the two sideways, making you laugh softly while fitting his body to yours. Both of you stayed like this for a moment, hugged, your noses almost touching, your eyes are with sleep, but hearts racing.

-If you continue with these little kisses there...

He threatened, but the voice had no reprimand. It was more of a lazy, almost complicit warning.

-What?

You asked, pretending innocence and already glueing another kiss on the corner of his mouth.

-We'll be late for coffee.

-No coffee is worth more than that here, babe.

You said, fingers tracing circles on his chest, lips brushing his only lightly.

Bellingham let out a laughing sigh and rolled with you in his arms, until the two were in the middle of the bed again. You stood on top for a moment, with your hair falling like a curtain around the face of the two, your knees resting on each side of his body.

-You're trying to seduce me, honey?

He provoked, the crooked smile on his lips.

-I'm doing it?

-You already got it in the first kiss.

You smiled, one of those satisfied and soft smiles that she rarely let slip. And then, instead of answering, you just lowered his mouth to his slowly, the kiss now without any hurry - hot, deep, intimate.

When you walked away, just for a moment, the two were looking at each other in silence. Those looks that said it all, which confirmed that even in jokes and provocations, there was a bond there. Strong. Real.

-You're crazy about me.

Jude whispered, with a hoarse voice.

-Don't etry to play hard. -You replied, smiling against his skin. -You practically beg for my kisses.

-Not to beg. Accept with pleasure.

You laughed out loud, lying next to him again, and pulling him by the T-shirt until he got closer. Jude leaned his head on your neck, still laughing, and the two stood there, hugging, breathing together. Silence between you was not empty. It was full of everything. From the heat of the skin touching skin. From the sound of synchronised breaths. Of the light weight of a body that already knows the other well, and the lightness of those who don't need to run to get anywhere.

You still traced circles on his chest with your fingertip, distracted, but every gesture was intentional. It was as if you were drawing there a secret that only the two of them knew. He didn't say anything, but the way his hand slid slowly, exploring the contours of his collarbone, already delivered more than any word could.

He opened his eyes slowly, his face still half hidden in his neck.

-You're going to kill me from the heart if you continue like this, Y/n.

He murmured, his voice muffled by her skin.

-I'm just here... lying down.

You provoked, clearly lying, your fingers now walking along the line of his belly, under the T-shirt.

He laughed again, low, a hot laugh that vibrated against his body.

-Lying down? You're a weapon of seduction in snooze mode.

-Snooze mode is irresistible, you know? -you turned your face to whisper in his ear, your lip almost touching -Everything slower, closer, more... sensitive.

The boy squeezed his eyes, as if he needed strength not to get carried away completely.

-Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?

-I Have. And I love it, Bellingham.

He rested his elbow on the mattress and got up a little, just enough to look into his eyes. The hair went down like waves around the face, and the seh smile was that half sideways, full of intention, but also of tenderness. A kind of look that said: "we play, but I'm really here".

Jude reached out and gently pushed a lock of hair behind your ear.

-We should get up...

He murmured, more out of habit than out of will.

You tilted your head, pretending to think.

-We really should?

He let out a heavy sigh, as if he was losing a battle that deep down he didn't even want to win.

-Okay, okay... you won.

-I always win.

-Arrogant.

-Sincere.

You smiled against his skin and started a trail of slow kisses by the chest, now under the T-shirt. He closed his eyes, giving himself to the touch, to the small pressures, to the way you knew exactly the points that made him shiver.

-That's torture, love...

You went back up, your body sliding over his until the faces were glued again. They were nose to nose. Mouth to mouth. Breathing with breathing.

-You can ask me to stop.

You said softly, the provocation hidden behind the sweetness of the voice.

-Not even in a thousand years.

The kiss that came later was deeper, more surrendered. You leaned on him with a little more strength, letting the body align with his. There was no hurry, just the delight of proximity. The tension that grew like an electric wire between the two, but still contained, still playing at the limit of what was just affection and what was something else.

[naughtyneganjdm]

Christmas in Jackson - Chapter 9

Summary: After their date, Joel and Y/N talk about their relationship and the possible obstacles that they will have to face together. They finally put a label on things before getting naughty together.

Characters: Joel Miller, the reader (OC), Tommy, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61159651/chapters/161912770

Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Swearing, Smut, Unprotected P in V, Rough Sex, Dominant Joel, Sub Reader, Spanking, Bound Wrists, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink, Overstimulation, Dirty Talking Joel, Romantic Joel, Food Play, etc.

Notes: There is some fluff in this chapter, but this is a very dirty, smutty chapter. I think that should be known. Sorry it has taken a while for me to update this. It's just about me taking time to actually edit what I already have written. I promise to update this as soon as I can. If you'd like to read previous chapters, check them out here.

Life made it hard for Joel to be able to care for others. Caring about someone meant there was a possibility that he could lose that person and that scared the hell out of him. So he learned to be cold. To turn certain feelings and emotions off. And for a while? It worked. The tender caress of another was not something that he thought he yearned for anymore. Now that he had it? He realized how much he had been missing and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Waking up this morning, he was so comfortable that he didn’t want to open his eyes just yet. Last night after they had gone on their date with taking a sleigh ride through town, Joel had brought Y/N back to his home. They were both so tired that they just crawled into his bed where he cuddled up beside her, resting his head on her inner hip. For a while they talked, but it was hard to fight the feeling of wanting to fall asleep with her stroking her fingers affectionately through his hair. What she was capable of doing was relaxing him to a point that he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

When he finally woke up, he felt the same tender caress at the back of his neck. The touch alone lulled him back into cuddling closer to her. By the way she touched him, he knew that she cared for him. And he loved the way it felt to have her fingers caressing at the back of his neck while playing with the small curls of hair that were there. Everything in that moment felt natural. Like they had been doing this for a lifetime. Things came with such an ease that this felt more like a long-term relationship, not something he shared with someone he only just met almost a week ago.

How much he loved this surprised him. The comfort she was able to bring him was something he didn’t know he was capable of. Truthfully? He couldn’t remember feeling this safe and relaxed with anyone in his life. Having her gentle touch? He never wanted it to end.

It wasn’t until he felt extensive movement when he started to stir. Fluttering his dark eyes to a slow open, Joel smirked when he saw that she was taking photos of him on her cell phone. A warmth flooded into his face with him turning his head slightly to bury it in against her lower abdomen.

“I’m sorry, I had to take a photo. You were just too cute laying there,” she snickered, dropping her phone down beside her on the bed. Returning the sweep of her fingers over the side of his face made him exhale loudly. “I apologize.”

“You’re fine,” Joel chuckled, rubbing his cheek in against her palm. Closing his eyes, he actually found himself charmed with the fact that she was so in awe of him. For as long as he could remember, people were pretty nervous about being near him. Then again, he was aware that he didn’t give off the best impression. He wanted people to leave him alone, but there was something about her that enamored him. “I’m not used to people taking photos of me. I mean, I’m used to the occasional forced family photo that Tommy likes to do, but…”

“Well that’s a shame,” she frowned, brushing her fingers through his hair to get it out of his face. “You’re too handsome to keep that face hidden.”

“Oh, I like you,” Joel snickered, reaching for her hand to start peppering kisses at the center of it. When she said certain things, it would have a warmth growing in his chest. A feeling that felt like happiness and it felt nice. “You’re good for my ego.”

“I’m only speaking the truth,” she insisted, her eyelids heavy with affection toward the man that she managed to get incredibly close to over the last couple of days.

“It shouldn’t be you giving me all these compliments, it should be the other way around,” Joel countered, lifting up enough to crawl in over her to cage her beneath him. Lowering down just enough, he teased his lips in over hers and gave her a tiny smile. “You’re the one that is phenomenal. I’ve never met someone like you.”

“Someone crazy and impulsive?” she teased him, her hands palming up over the center of his chest toward his shoulders. Hooking her arms loosely around the back of his neck allowed her to get comfortable beneath him. Giving him a cheesy smile had him rolling his eyes, but he still smirked which told her he found her charming. “I’m a mess. We’ve already both agreed to that.”

“Well your mess is perfection for me,” he hushed her, nuzzling his nose in against hers. Finally giving her a sweet, tender kiss led her to sigh loudly when they separated. “I’m fascinated with you and what you do to me.”

“Oh, I’m fascinated with what I do to you too,” her gazed dropped down between them eliciting a snort from Joel’s throat at her bluntness. “It’s really nice to see that I can get you like that.”

“Nice,” his nose wrinkled when he balanced his weight on his right arm over her and used his left hand to reach out to palm in over the side of her face. Getting her to look at him, he shook his head and couldn’t help taking all of her in. “I really do mean what I say. I’m hooked on you. I don’t wanna be away from you.”

“I feel the same way about you,” she assured him, brushing her fingers through his thick, dark hair once more. Having his brown eyes locked on her like they were took her breath away. “If you would have told me a week ago I would have been feeling this way about someone by now? I wouldn’t have believed you.”

“If you would have told me the first night I met you that we’d be here? I would have called you nuts,” he snickered, lowering in just enough to playfully pepper kisses at the side of her face evoking her to laugh at the way his facial hair scratched at her face. “I spent twenty-four hours with you and I fell fast.”

“Oh, you fell?” she repeated what he said, her throat tensing up at Joel’s confession. Truthfully? She appreciated that he was the one saying these things because she originally felt foolish at the feelings she was experiencing for Joel. They hadn’t even known each other a week yet and she was smitten with him. Everything about him made her happy and she couldn’t explain it. Especially after he had been such an asshole to her that first night. But now? She felt like she had an understanding why Joel was the way that he was.

“I did,” he didn’t seem afraid to admit it with his eyebrows furrowing. “I wouldn’t have done what I did last night for anyone. I’m not what you would call a romantic. In fact, when it has come to emotions, after what happened with my ex-wife and a few things I’ve gone through, I haven’t exactly been the most emotional lover. I’m usually tone deaf when it comes to romance.”

“Oh?” her eyebrow arched, impressed that he was opening up a little bit more with her about his past. Right now she wasn’t going to draw the attention off of him because she liked the idea of getting to learn more about him.

“I’ve had two serious relationships in my life,” Joel informed her, his rough fingertips tracing over her features. Thinking back on things, he didn’t know if it was for the best to be honest with her, but for some reason he felt like he should be. “There was my ex-wife. We got together when we were kids. And then there was…someone in Boston. And because of the way I was, I don’t think I ever truly made her feel loved.”

“How long were you together?” she wondered, sweeping her fingers in over his jawline with him shifting over her. Swallowing down hard, Joel had to look away from her and she shook her head. The last thing she wanted was him shutting down because she was asking him further questions. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

“A long time,” Joel was honest, shaking his head when he gave her an answer. “We got together not long after something really bad happened to me. I just liked having the company. I liked the feeling of not being alone. I just never really allowed myself to open up to anyone. And our relationship was never really good because of that.”

Discomfort flooded his veins because there was a silence that was filling the air. Regret started to flood through him when he could see that she was considering what he had told her, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“It doesn’t change the way that I feel about you,” she alerted him, surprising him with that response. He was afraid that what he told her about his last relationship would have soured her thoughts of him. “Here’s the thing. We’ve talked about this already. You’ve explained to me that the Joel you were in Texas and Boston is not the one you want me to know you for. I can accept that. You want me to know the Joel you are now. That doesn’t mean I’m not willing to listen to things when you want to open up to me because I would love to listen to you.”

Lifting up just enough, she placed a loving kiss at his lips and it sent chills throughout him with how genuinely understanding she was about his past, “I appreciate that you trusted me this much to be able to tell me what you did. But this doesn’t change how you make me feel.”

“Really?” he confirmed with her, his heart skipping a beat. There was a strong sense of worry that had flooded through him after what he had said, worried that it would push her away. Instead she only seemed to embrace him further.

“Really,” she repeated with a smile, palming in over the side of his neck. “You’ve had two serious relationships in your life. I’ve have my fair share, way more than you have. I would be a fool to let something from your past ruin what we have. I know how I feel about you and nothing that I learn is going to change that.”

“You say that now,” he began, pausing with his brown eyes looking away from her. There seemed to be something he wanted to say, something that he was scared to say, but she didn’t want hm to focus on that. Urging him to look back up at her, she curled her finger in underneath his chin and hushed him. “There are things you might learn about me…”

“And I don’t care,” she interrupted, reaching up to place her fingers in over his lips to keep him quiet. “It’s part of you. It made you who you are now and I like him. No matter how grumpy he can get.”

With a tip of his head, a tiny smirk tugged at his lips and he sighed loudly, “I care about what you’ve gone through. And if that day comes where you want to talk about it, I promise you—nothing will change.”

Hearing a promise like that meant everything to him, but he didn’t know if she could deliver. And yet? He was pulled in by her. Lowering down, he stole a kiss from her lips. Desperation overcame him with the need to kiss her and be near her. By how emotional that kiss was, she could tell that her response touched him. It was important for him to hear that and he taken by her.

“What would you call this?” he whispered, his words vibrating against her lips making her purr.

“Kissing?” she chuckled, pressing another faint kiss at his bottom lip getting him to groan.

“I mean us. What we have going on here,” Joel tipped his head back enough to drag his thumb across her bottom lip causing her to shudder. His eyelids were heavy with want. Just the sight of him like that had chills flooding down her spine.

“I don’t know,” she nibbled at his bottom lip, provoking him to groan out at the sensation. “What would you call this?”

“Would you consider it dating?” he hummed, dragging the tip of his tongue out across the inside of her bottom lip. It had her sucking in a sharp breath of air when he pulled his head back.

“Do you want to consider it dating?” she wasn’t really giving him an answer which had him chuckling out with his eyebrows bouncing up.

“Yes, yes I would,” he stated with a firm nod of his head. Hearing that had her heart skipping a beat and she bit down on her bottom lip. “It makes it official. Let’s me know that you really are mine.”

“Alright then,” she caressed between his shoulders and down over his lower back. “Then we’re dating.”

“And you don’t have a problem with that?” he confirmed wanting to be happy about things, but there was a part of him that was exceedingly nervous that this was too good. “I would understand if you didn’t want to date someone with only being around them for such a short amount of time.”

“Do you want me to take my answer back?” she joked with a small laugh, brushing her fingers through his messy hair.

“No,” Joel shook his head, swallowing down hard and sighing loudly. “I really don’t.”

“Then don’t worry about it,” she hushed him, bringing them together enough to nuzzle her nose in against his. “I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I didn’t want to.”

With a nervous nod of his head, Joel started peppering kisses against her lips expressing to her through the gesture how excited he was to hear that they agreed to this together. Starting to tease kisses against her jawline and toward her neck had her laughing when he was purposely trying to focus on the sensitive areas he had learned.

“I guess we have some things we should talk about,” he acknowledged, swallowing down hard when he got comfortable above her again. His fingers swept over the side of her face with his chocolate brown eyes locking with hers. “What are we going to do about us?”

“What do you mean?” she reached up to place her hand in over his and he smiled at the way her thumb swept over the back of his hand.

“I mean with the fact your permanent residence is in New York City and mine is here,” he thought aloud frowning at the idea of her being so far away. Working with that distance was going to be rough. Especially since he was so addicted to being near her. “You’re horrified of heights and getting you on a plane is probably going to be hard.”

“You’re worth it,” she hushed him, sweeping his hair out of his eyes. Hearing that answer had his lips parting with his breathing growing louder. That took his breath away and caused his heart to skip a beat. “My fear of heights is nothing compared to the way I feel about you.”

“Do you think will stay like this?” he whispered, his eyebrows furrowing when he lowered in to press another tender kiss at her bottom lip. “This is all so perfect. I’m scared that you won’t feel this way after a while. I know I’m hard to care for.”

“And yet I’m still here,” she reminded him, drawing her thumb across his plump bottom lip having him press a kiss at the tip of it. “There were a few times I could have taken off, but I don’t want to. There something about you that draws me to you. And I think you’re worth it.”

“Jesus,” he scoffed, dropping his forehead to press his against hers. The warmth of his breath over her lips caused her to shudder. “You make me want to say things that I don’t say easily. Things I never thought I’d want to say again.”

Without saying it, she understood what he was hinting. It just led to the two of them kissing for a while until he got relaxed in over her and cuddled his head in against the side of her neck.

“So I guess it would be too much for me to hope that you would decide that you hated New York and you wanted to live here instead?” Joel wondered, his words vibrating against her flesh eliciting a tiny smirk to tug at her lips when he tipped his head back to stare down at her. “You have to admit there is a certain charm to Jackson.”

“You’ve never even been to New York City,” she reminded him drawing out a grunt when he wrinkled his nose at the idea of her home. “You should really give it a chance.”

“I know I’m not going to want to live there,” he stated with a huff realizing that their different lifestyles were going to be a big deal for them at some point. “I’m a simple man. I like the simple life. New York is a life that I’m just not made for.”

“Would you be willing to make time for both places?” she offered having him tense up over her, but instead of saying no he tipped his head from side to side. “I’m not saying no to things, but I think…I know it would be hard for me to separate with the brownstone. Especially since that’s the last remaining thing I feel connected to with my parents.”

There were a lot of thoughts Joel had on that, but instead he just nodded his head and lowered his stare from hers. For him, letting go of the things that hurt the most was his way of dealing with things, but he knew they were different in that way.

“I guess we will have to figure all of that out,” Joel commented, finally breaking the silence between them. Pushing up on his hands, he nodded toward the bedroom door and gave a weak smile. “How about we go make something to eat for breakfast? And we can talk about things.”

Giving him a nod told him it was okay to get up from the bed. Holding his hand out to her, Joel smiled when she accepted the gesture and allowed him to pull her up into his arms. With a laugh she fell in against his chest with him nuzzling his nose against the side of her neck. Leaning back enough, he managed to steal another kiss from her lips that had her clinging to him.

“I feel like a teenager again,” he informed her, bringing her hand up to have her place it in over the center of his chest. Placing his hand in over hers, he gave her a weak smile and shook his head. “You brought back a warmth here that I didn’t think was possible. And I can’t wait to tell my brother that we are dating. Mostly because he’s the only person I talk to…”

A deep rumble of a laugh fell from his throat with him lowering his forehead to hers again, “I’m glad you had a stranger pick your flight. And I’m glad you let a stranger pick where you were staying. Because it brought you here…”

“Me too,” she whispered, hooking her fingers with his as he started to lead her downstairs. When they got to the kitchen, Joel immediately went to the coffee machine and it made her smile knowing that he admitted to her how much he loved coffee. “So what were we thinking for breakfast? I know orange juice and pancakes are off the table. How do we feel about French toast?”

“Uh…” Joel motioned her to wait after getting the coffee prepared. Opening the breadbox, he made sure that the bread was still good before giving her a thumbs up. “I can do French toast. I think I have some fresh fruit in there that we can use if you’d like.”

Pointing toward his refrigerator had her turning toward it to open it up to take a look at the things that were inside. Gathering what they would need, she set them out on the counter while Joel gathered the rest of what they would need to cook.  

“Let’s do this,” he moved in beside her, tapping his hands on the counter while he gazed over what she had grabbed. Reaching for the can of whipped cream made him smile when he wiggled it about. “You have a sweet tooth, huh?”

“I didn’t know if you were a butter, maple syrup or fruit and whipped cream person,” she alerted him with a smile getting him to chuckle at her confession. “I didn’t want to assume.”

“None of them sound bad,” he answered, popping the lid off of the whipped cream. Tipping his head back, Joel held the can in over his mouth and sprayed some into it. Swallowing it down, he gave her a big cheesy smile and felt that warmth that she had given him spreading throughout his body with her smiling. Motioning her to tip her head back, Joel started squirting some of the sweet treat into her mouth as well. At the last second, he pulled it away covering some of her face with the whipped cream. The offended breath she let out caused him to snort which only had the both of them bursting out in laughter. “Jesus.”

“Was that a snort?” she wiped at her face with the back of her hand noticing the red that flooded into Joel’s face. “I’m dating a little piglet.”

“A very attractive piglet, right?” Joel hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her in closer to him. With an amused sound, she placed her hand in over the center of his chest and nodded her head once.

“Oh, absolutely,” she emphasized her words with him lowering his head to rest it against the center of her chest. His embarrassed laughter was adorable to her with her stroking her fingers at the back of his neck. Setting the bottle of whipped cream on the counter, his hands slid in over her hips where he grasped them tightly.  

Hovering his lips over hers, Joel’s eyelids grew heavy with want as he closed the distance between them, “You bring out the best in me.”

“A little bit of the naughty too,” she responded, lazily pulling apart one of the buttons in his shirt making him drop his head down to watch her. One by one she plopped open the buttons having his breathing growing louder. Starting at his lower abdomen, she flattened her palms out against his flesh starting to slide them up unhurriedly over his torso. “You drive me crazy.”

“In the best of ways,” he insisted with a smirk, his long eyelashes fluttering when she managed to push her fingers up over his shoulders under the material of his shirt to work it from his body. Allowing it to drop to the kitchen floor, he hummed out when his mouth covered her shoulder starting to press hot, wet kisses there. She returned the gesture, kissing at his freckle covered skin. Sliding his hands in over her bottom, Joel squeezed at her ass and moaned when she nipped at his flesh. “I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

“In the best of ways,” she repeated what he had said, drawing out an entertained rumble from him. The sensation of his fingers sliding up under the back of her shirt made her smile with his rough fingertips coming in contact with her skin. Nuzzling his nose in against hers, Joel started to ball the material of her shirt up toward the middle of her back. Letting her lean back, he smiled and shook his head when he managed to get her to lift her arms up to help him get her shirt off. “I thought you wanted breakfast.”

“We can make it brunch. I’m hungry for something else,” he growled, hungrily stealing kiss after kiss from her lips after he dropped her shirt down with his. Extending his hand out, he reached for one of the berries that she had pulled out. Licking his lips, he dragged the berry across her bottom lip leaving a wet trail behind when he did it. Dragging his tongue out across her lip caused her to whimper and it sent a chill throughout his body. “It’s sweet, but not as sweet as you.”

“So smooth,” she chuckled, bringing their lips together in another kiss. Taking the berry from his fingers had him sucking in a sharp breath when she dragged it down over the side of his neck toward the center of his chest. Circling it around his nipple made him inhale loudly before she took the berry into her mouth. Starting to leave kisses along the trail she made with the berry had Joel bracing his hands on the counter. When her tongue circled his nipple he let out a moan and soon after she nipped at his flesh. “You know, I wasn’t thinking naughty things about food until you started it.”

“Bullshit, you’re a naughty little thing,” he growled against her lips, leading her over toward the table. Outstretching his fingers, he worked her bra from her body and dropped it down at their feet. Shoving whatever was on top of the table to the ground, he motioned her to lay back against the table helping to make sure that she was safe. Taking a moment to stare down at her stretched out before him had the desire he had for her growing inside of him. Dropping his hands down to his belt, Joel started to work to undo it. Once it was pulled apart, he unhooked it from the loops and leaned over her. Reaching for her wrists, he managed to wrap his belt around her wrists to bound them together. Pushing her hands up over her head had her stretching out her torso. The sight had his heart rate growing faster and he was in awe of this woman. “Be a good girl.”

“Yes sir,” she breathed unevenly, her lips parting when Joel smirked down at her. Grabbing the berries, Joel set them on the table beside her. Reaching for the can of whipped cream, he licked his lips as he gazed upon the lengths of her naked torso. Drawing out the shape of a heart over her abdomen, he set the can down and slowly lowered himself over her. Kissing in over the area below her belly button had her breathing growing louder. Inch by inch his kisses rose until he dragged his tongue out along the shape of the heart licking away the whipped cream from her body. Grabbing one of the berries, his eyes lifted to see that she was trembling beneath him provoking a smirk to tug at his handsome features. Drawing the berry out over her nipple had her back arching up toward him. Humming out, his mouth replaced the berry with the warmth of his tongue circling her nipple. Suckling at the flesh had her cooing out, her heart hammering inside of her chest. “Joel.”

“Good girl,” he praised her, kissing across her chest toward her other breast to pamper her breast with the same movements as he had done the other. Reaching up with his right hand, he palmed at her other breast before pulling away with a wet sound. Taking a berry into his mouth, he considered his next move as he dragged his thumb across her bottom lip. It had her eyes fluttering to a close, the tip of her tongue dragging out against the pad. With a growl, he pulled his hands away and reached to start undoing her pants. Tugging them firmly down her body, he dropped them beside them on the floor. Swiftly moving for her panties, his fingers hooked into the material and he took his time getting those down her body. “You are so gorgeous.”

Hooking his arms under her knees, he pulled her right to the edge of the table and lowered down. Starting to press kisses in at the inside of her knee had her breathing loud enough for him to hear and it made him smile. It had been so long since he shared anything like this with someone, he actually forgot how much he enjoy being able to bring pleasure to someone else.

Every kiss he placed over her thigh had her shaking. Squeezing at her flesh, he dragged a line with his tongue further up over her inner thigh. Tipping his head back, he stared up at her with his dark eyes and licked his lips before leaning in to press a kiss against her core. Unhurriedly, he dragged his tongue out drawing a line with it from her clit down to her entrance and back. Repeating the movement caused her to moan out.

Hearing her panting his name was like a drug to him. Something he grew more addicted to with every caress his tongue made over her body. Slurping faintly at her sensitive folds had her hips rocking up against him and he hummed against her flesh. Pleasuring her had undoubtedly become one of his favorite things. Listening to the sounds she made turned him on more than he could ever imagine. Burying his head further between her thighs, the wet sounds his mouth made over her body grew louder. Dragging the length of his tongue at her sex repeatedly had a fire building up inside of him.

What brought him the most excitement was getting her to come. There was something special about how easily she fell apart because of him. He was addicted to the way she sounded. How she would cry out and the way her body reacted. Gradually, each movement grew stronger with him working with both his mouth and tongue in meticulous movements.

With a slurping sound, he pulled back and away from her body. Licking his wet lips had him groaning out as he reached up with his right hand to circle her sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb. It had her arching into the movement, her eyelids heavy with want while he spent his time focusing on her. Humming out, he started to trace shapes over the length of her sex before teasing at her entrance. Sinking a finger inside of her had her purring out and he smile when he pressed the second in as well.

Not wanting to rush things, he took his time plunging his thick digits into her warmth. Watching her made this all the better. Her reactions told him he was doing something right and she was in awe of him just as much as he was her.

Leaning back in, his mouth focused on her clit. Lapping at her sensitive body while his fingers worked at her g-spot. Sucking at her flesh occasionally would have her crying out, her body trembling as he continued to suckle at her clit.

“Joel,” she whined with her hips shaking when he quickly worked up a warmth inside of the pit of her belly. A flood rush went right to her head and there was an ache that grew. Resting her head back, she wished that he hadn’t had bound her wrists. More than anything she wanted to sink her fingers into his hair and touch him, but he was having his way with her body and by the sounds he was making, he obviously enjoyed it just as much as she did. Squeezing her eyes shut, she cried out his name with a liquid rush flooding to her core when he brought her to an orgasm. What impressed her was how fast Joel picked up on her body, knowing what to do and when. She prided herself on knowing how to pleasure someone, but Joel matched her just as well. Instead of stopping, Joel just growled and kept up at what he had started. “Fuck…Joel…”

“It’s okay,” he slurred against her flesh, loving the way the tight walls of her pussy felt contracting around his fingers while he continued to rub at just the right areas inside of her. What he was doing had her breathless, her body tremoring toward his mouth and fingers while they overstimulated her in the best of ways. By the sounds she made he knew whether to quicken what he was doing or slow down. He was working to draw things out and it was successful. By the second time he brought her to another orgasm, he let out an arrogant sound showing that he was proud. Getting up carefully from his knees, he pressed his left hand in over the table to brace himself when he leaned over her. Sliding his palm up between her thighs had her cooing out and she was still so sensitive. “Do you like being mine?”

“Yes,” she was quick to answer eliciting an amused sound from him. Dipping down, he teased his lips in over hers. Lifting up from the table she was desperate to have him kiss her, but he taunted her. Just slightly dragging his bottom lip in over hers. Dragging his tongue out across the inside of her bottom lip caused her to moan in a way that sent a fire throughout his body. What followed was her faintly sucking at his tongue. An uncomfortable breath escaped him with the tight denim that clung to his body with him being incredibly hard. It hurt, but he liked focusing on her. Giving her what she wanted, he brought their lips together in a passionate sweep. Each caress grew stronger with his tongue brushing in against hers leaving her with the taste of her still against his tongue. “I want to touch you.”

“Not yet,” he slurred reaching for her wrists that were still bound by his belt that he had wrapped around them. Tugging at them had her gasping out when he urged her up onto her feet. Leading her over to one of the chairs he made sure to carefully get her to lower down onto it. Her legs were still trembling from what he had done to her and when she tipped her head back he could see that her pupils were dilated with a longing for him. Dragging his thumb across her bottom lip collected the wetness that was there and it made him hum. “Now be a good girl and do as I tell you…”

“Yes sir,” she smiled up at him when he started to work open the button in his pants.

Pulling apart his jeans, he was lazy in the way he unzipped them before reaching inside to grab a hold of his erection. With a grunt, he pulled it free from behind the material and saw her eyes fall to it. Curling his fingers firmly around his thick shaft had her wetting her lips. Taking his time, he caressed at his distended flesh enjoying the sight of her yearning for him. Stepping in closer to her had her breathing growing louder. Pressing forward, he brought the swollen tip of his manhood to her wet lips. Looking up at him with big eyes had his heart hammering inside of his chest.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed, leading his cock between her parted lips and into the warmth of her mouth. With a deep rumble of a moan, his head tipped back and the veins at the side of his neck became more prominent. The gentle sweep of her tongue around his cock had his thighs tensing up and he reached to grab a hold of her shoulder to help brace himself. “That’s it.”

Giving her time, he watched her with a longing that had chills running down his spine. She knew what she liked and she was being slow varying between sucking faintly at his cock to sweeping the warmth of her tongue along the length of his girthy shaft. Watching her pleasuring him was something he didn’t want to soon forget. The wet sounds her mouth made over him was driving him crazy.

“If you’re at all uncomfortable, let me know,” he stressed to her, starting to thrust his hips forward and sink his manhood further down her throat. The sound he made was delicious and she moaned against his body getting him to shake before her with it vibrating against his sensitive flesh. Carefully pulling his hips back had the wet sound of his cock leaving her mouth filling the air. Stroking his fingers at the back of her head, Joel kept his other hand firmly wrapped around the base of his thick shaft. Bringing her back to him, he helped the movements her head made over his length. Closing her eyes, she remained focused allowing him to fuck her throat. This was naughty, but she liked it. With every thrust his hips made, she made sure to drag her tongue along the velvety smooth skin with every pull back of his hips. Stepping back when things started to feel just a little too good had a wet popping sound surrounding them. Her lips were wet, her eyes big with her staring up at him. Stroking at his saliva covered length, Joel grabbed a tight hold of her and got her to stand up. Forcing her to bend over the table, he pressed slightly at the back of her neck. The strength had her cheek pressing in against the cool wood. Humming out, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting this. They had sex and they had sex a lot by this point. But for some reason? The idea of this turned him on more than he could ever imagine. “You are so fucking pretty.”

Stepping back, he took a minute to admire her before him. Bound and willing to do whatever he wanted in that moment. Reaching out with his left hand, he squeezed at her full bottom hearing the moan she let out when he did it. His cock twitched with excitement, an ache growing inside of him. Testing the flesh of her ass in his grasp, he smirked when he brought his hand in over her bottom. The sound of the smack surrounded them with her hips bouncing forward toward the table.

“God, you are perfect,” he smacked at her bottom once more. Gasping out, she moaned at the stinging sensation with that one being slightly stronger than the last. “There isn’t one thing about you that I’m not addicted to.”

Bracing himself over her, he allowed the warmth of his body to cover hers. The skin-to-skin contact had her tremoring beneath him. Pressing faint kisses at the back of her neck caused her breathing to become broken. Her hips involuntarily bounced back toward his groin drawing out a loud, raspy groan from deep within his throat. Peppering kisses over her shoulders and then down over her spine had her panting. By the time he reached her lower back, his hands had settled at her hips giving them a firm squeeze.

Standing up, he kept a firm hold of her hip with his left hand and reached between them with his right to lead the swollen tip of his cock to her entrance. It had her hips rocking back, desperate to have him fill her. Smirking, he drew a line down her sex not quite giving her what she wanted yet. By the way she was shaking, he knew that she wanted him and she wanted him bad. Gasps fell from her lips with him tapping his cock against her clit. It had her pressing up onto her toes, her hips bouncing back against him wanting more of that stimulation.

“You have the prettiest little pussy, y’know that?” his southern drawl grew deeper when he allowed just the tip to sink into her. Together they moaned in unison at the feeling. Pulling his hips back had her whining with him still teasing her. Repeatedly he did the same thing having her shaking beneath him by the time he finally sank into her. And he did it slow, enjoying the way her warmth surrounded him and took him in. Watching his cock disappear into her body as he stretched her had him groaning out. “It feels like you were made for me.”

Filling her completely had her pressing up on her toes drawing out just the smallest amount of him from her body, but he led her back toward him. Experiencing the way her body clenched around his cock made him smile and he remained still inside of her knowing that it would leave her with an ache and a yearning, “But now you are mine. Aren’t you?”

“I am,” she whimpered, her head turning to the side with her fingers stretching out wishing that she could touch him, but in that moment she was completely his to do what he wanted. “I’m yours.”

“Yes you are,” he grunted, pulling his hips back only so far before smacking forward again. It had her wincing, but a moan followed when he did it several more times. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, he grabbed a firm hold of her hips and started to lead them back over his length again and again. Loud smacks of their flesh filled the kitchen with him fucking her. This was naughty and not entirely too romantic, but by the sounds she was making, he knew that she loved it. Her body was already sensitive from what he had been doing before and he had grown pretty accustomed to what he could do to have her reacting in the best of ways. “I wish you could see this. I love watching your wet little pussy taking my big cock. Does it feel good?”

“So good,” she replied, looking back over her shoulder feeling his fingers digging further into her hips. Watching him fucking her only drew out the sensations for her. It was a complicated position to be in, but she didn’t hate it. Joel’s jaw flexed, his head tipping back with a muted moan falling from his throat. The deep plunges of his cock inside of her had his testicles smacking up against her clit and it felt amazing. “Please…”

“Are you gonna come for daddy?” he rumbled, moaning out when he watched her squirm beneath him when he started to slow down. Trying to rock back against him had him chuckling before he started thrusting firmly against her from behind. Each movement forward had her bouncing upwards on the table before falling back in against him again. There was a pressure building up inside of her with her fingers squeezing tighter together where they were bound. Soon he was pounding into her leaving her wondering if the table could take what they were doing with the way it was shaking. Crying out, she felt a rush throughout her whole body when Joel groaned out from behind her with his cock pulling out of her. The ache of the empty feeling he left her with was awful, but her body was still reacting to what he had done to her. It felt like she was spinning and she closed her eyes shut tightly. “You are something else.”

Taking his time to move back, Joel was completely enamored with the fact that he could make her squirt. Working to undo his belt from her wrists, he dropped the belt down on the ground and then managed to pick her up in his arms. Carrying her into the living room, he laid her down on the couch and crawled in over her. Her body was spent and he knew that. Still she was breathing loudly, her body weak from the orgasm he brought forth.

“I want you to put me back inside of you,” he ordered, his mouth hovering in over hers when he got himself comfortable between her thighs. Bracing himself on his arms, he waited for her to reach down to grab a hold of his erection leading the tip back to her welcoming entrance. Pushing his hips forward had him sinking into her, his moan vibrating warm against her throat where he started to pamper her flesh with kisses. This time he was unhurriedly rolling his hips against hers. Adjusting his weight, he locked eyes with her and smiled. “I am addicted to you.”

“And I you,” she whispered, her fingertips tracing a line down over his back until she cupped at his bottom giving it a firm squeeze. Feeling the flesh flexing and relaxing beneath her touch with every thrust had her heart pounding harder inside of her chest. Cuddling his head in against hers, Joel moaned out with his lips parting. The full, stretching feeling of him inside of her felt amazing and her body yearned for Joel. More than it had anyone before.

“You’re the best Christmas gift I’ve gotten in a long time,” his movements grew steadier with her other hand sinking into his messy hair. Nuzzling his nose in against hers, he appreciated that his comment made her desperately want to kiss him and he allowed that. Hell, kissing her was one of his favorite things.

Firmly curling his arm around her waist, he pulled up onto his knees with her bracing her weight against the arm of the couch on her palm. Allowing her to roll her hips over his length had him moaning out with his palm caressing up and over her back before down again. Her other hand curled around the back of his neck with their bodies moving together in unison. Over and over again they kissed, not wanting to break from one another with his breathing growing uneven.

Panting, he dropped his head and buried it against the center of her chest. Their movements grew sloppier and more desperate. Taking her breast into his mouth, he suckled at her flesh before tipping his head back with a moan. There was a fire building up inside of him. And she picked up easily on it knowing that he was nearing his release.

“That’s it daddy,” she whispered in his ear causing him to moan louder than either one of them expected. Bouncing his hips up toward hers, his hands were everywhere wanting to touch her and be near her. With the first sign of his release inside of her, she continued to roll her hips harder over him. The throbbing of his cock inside of her felt amazing while he filled her with his release, his hips slowing down to a halt by the time he was panting against the side of her neck. Leaning her back, he kissed at her jawline and bit faintly at her chin. “I’m finding new ways of how good this feels every time we’re together.”

Together, their breathing was labored with them kissing each other as their bodies came down from their high. Joel liked the way she was touching him and it still felt incredible inside of her.

The sound of something knocking over was heard making the both of them tense up. Looking to the side Joel saw Tommy near the entrance of the living room holding a tray of coffees in his hand. His big brown eyes were shocked with Joel cussing out. Reaching for the throw blanket that was over the back of the couch, Joel was quick to cover her before pulling out of her with a groan. Adjusting himself beneath her, he pulled her legs in over his hips as he panted.

“Tommy, what the hell?” Joel snapped at his little brother who remained frozen where he was standing. “What are you doing?”

“I was just coming with coffee and…” Tommy finally realized what was happening and he turned around to face the other way. “I am so sorry. I just…”

“What did you see?” Joel demanded to know hearing the uncomfortable breath from Tommy in return.

“Everything,” she blurt out, covering her face with her hand in embarrassment having Joel’s face flood over with heat from being angry with Tommy.

“Not everything,” Tommy defended himself, still remaining in the living room even though Joel wished he would leave. “Just the end. I froze. I didn’t want to stop you because you were enjoying yourselves, but I reckon at the same time I wanted to die in that very moment too.”

“Tommy!” Joel snarled, slicking his damp hair back hating that his brother kept doing this to him. “We are really gonna need to talk about you knocking. Or ringing the damn bell.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just not used to this,” Tommy announced turning toward them again having her tense up, but Tommy’s free hand was covering his eyes while he stumbled a bit attempting to blindly find his way to the kitchen.

“Tommy, you should be headed out the door, not further into my house,” Joel’s voice raised with him pointing toward the door realizing that Tommy wouldn’t see with him covering his eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Setting the coffee down because I want to talk to you both,” Tommy alerted them from inside of the kitchen. Surprisingly Tommy was in there for a while before they heard him calling out to them. “I was gonna suggest we have breakfast together, but with how this kitchen looks I’m scared to touch anything.”

“Tommy!” Joel yelled out in frustration, not wanting to move because it could reveal their naked bodies if he did. Returning to the entrance of the living room, Tommy looked like a child that was getting in trouble. Joel was red and there was color in Y/N’s face as well when he stared out at them. “I mean, you’re both covered by the blanket at this point so I don’t know why you’re so angry.”

“I could kill you,” Joel warned him with a snarl causing Tommy to throw his hands up in the air. “I’ve never done nothin’ like this to you and Maria. Hell, I wouldn’t want to.”

“You do realize we’re naked under this blanket, right?” she confirmed with Tommy who smirked and let out an uneasy breath.

“Trust me, I saw,” Tommy responded making Joel drop his head back and groan out in frustration. Dragging his hand down in over the front of his face, Joel’s dark eyes glared out at Tommy once his hand dropped down. “I’m just gonna blurt this out so I don’t forget. I’m guessing you’re gonna stay here through Christmas, right?”

“That’s the plan,” she laughed noticing the apologetic look over Joel’s features when she interacted with Tommy.

“Well Maria and I were talkin’,” Tommy announced, stepping further into the living room and it had her clinging to the blanket. This was entirely too awkward to be having this conversation for her since she was still very much naked under the blanket. There was a warmth sliding down her inner thigh and it had her closing her eyes not wanting to focus on it. “We were hoping you would want to spend both Christmas day and the day after with us. Y’see on Christmas Eve, Maria and I have been doing something alone together for a while now. That would leave you time to spend with Joel. Christmas day we usually get together, the three of us and just hang out. Make a nice meal. Well, the four of us now if you join. And the day after we kind of get together with our closest friends along with Maria’s family and celebrate too.”

“If Joel is fine with it, that’s fine with me,” she stressed, her hand reaching out to place in over Joel’s realizing that he was mortified with this whole thing. “Although, I do have to ask, why was this question so important that you had to ask it with us both naked under here?”

“I uh…” Tommy considered her question and let out a tight laugh before throwing his hands up in the air. “I don’t know.”

“You think you can turn around and let me run in there to get my clothes on?” she asked of Tommy who for the first time seemed embarrassed. The color left his face and he nodded, turning on his heel to face the other direction. Uneasily getting up, Joel allowed her to take the blanket with her and he reached for the pillow to pull it in over his lap. Once she was inside of the kitchen, Tommy gazed back at Joel who was still furious.

“Well,” Tommy rocked back and forth on his feet, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. “Congrats on the sex? It looks like you two were really enjoying one another.”

“Sometimes I wonder if mom and dad dropped you on your head when I wasn’t around,” Joel kept his hand firmly in over the pillow, his other hand throwing up in the air since his brother didn’t seem to think when it came to these kind of situations. Instead of being offended, Tommy just laughed. “I mean it Tommy, what are you thinking?”

“I’m just used to walking into your home Joel, I forget she’s here,” Tommy defended himself, his eyes dropping down toward the pillow covering Joel’s lap. “Were the two of you just doing the horizontal tango with no protection? Were you raw dogging it?”

“I’m not even gonna justify you with an answer,” Joel snarled, his eyebrows furrowing as Tommy made a disgusted face.

“I sit on that couch Joel,” Tommy grumbled under his breath, shakily brushing his fingers through his long hair. “Now I’m gonna think about your spunk all over the couch when I go to sit on it.”

With a glare, Joel’s eyes narrowed. His chest was still rising and falling heavily with Tommy throwing his hands up in the air, “You’re on my shit list Tommy. If you weren’t my little brother, I’d knock you on your ass.”

“Thanks, I think?” Tommy snickered under his breath hearing movement in the kitchen and he went to look before Joel snapped his fingers to get Tommy’s attention back on him again. “Y’know, I still expect you to work tonight.”

“Come again?” Joel breathed out, shifting on the couch again wishing that his little brother was some sense of normal.

“Your sex-pocalypse doesn’t change the fact we have no one for the night shift. I won’t be there and Maria won’t be either,” Tommy reminded Joel of how he was supposed to work at the inn tonight. “Sure, we’re covered for every day after for a while, but I need you working registration.”

“Hey,” Y/N entered the room right as Joel was about to rip into his little brother. Heading over toward Joel she held his jeans out for him and his shirt they had managed to get off earlier. Accepting the clothes, Joel started to work the pants up his legs before standing up to pull them up over his hips. Sitting on the edge of the couch, Y/N rubbed her hands in over her thighs and gave her attention to Tommy. “Tommy, I like you. A lot. But as Joel’s girlfriend, there a few things I need to let you know I’m not comfortable with. And what happened today? That’s one of them.”

“Girlfriend?” Tommy looked to Joel to confirm what he just heard. Pulling his shirt in over his arms, Joel adjusted the material before giving Tommy a nod. Hearing that she was now Joel’s girlfriend seemed to excite Tommy more than it did either of them. Which said something. Taking a moment to calm down, Tommy nodded his head once and let out a proud sound. “Dually noted. And I will try to listen to what my brother said and learn to knock. Now that I know that Joel has a woman in his life, I’m gonna have to learn to work on my manners. I promise.”

“I’m also going to need you to keep this between us,” she stressed to Tommy who gave her a slow nod. “I’m serious Tommy, I don’t need Maria and the whole town knowing that you walked in on me and your brother sleeping together. You have the habit of mouth vomiting.”

“And suddenly you are starting to see why he drives me crazy,” Joel lowered down beside her glad that she was taking this so well considering. “There are definitely some rules we’re gonna have to lay down Tommy. And I hope you listen.”

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