#charlie barber x virgin!reader

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Adult Swim, Part 2 of 3 {Charlie Barber x virgin!Reader}

author’s notes: hello, hello! happy fourth of july to everyone celebrating. here’s part two of “adult swim” :) things are heating up, y’all!

warnings: smut. some fluff. making out. nose kink oops. over-the-clothes touching & oral (f receiving). handjob. some grinding. thigh-fucking.

(possible) tw’s: age difference. infidelity/extramarital affair. semi-public smut.

table of contents pt. one pt. two * pt. three

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(can we just take a moment of silence, dedicated to the masterpiece that is adam driver’s/charlie barber’s side profile? *drools*)

July.

You’ve come to dread Fourth of July weekend ever since you became a lifeguard. Although it’s a fun celebration, the pool stayed open much later than normal for the whole weekend, which meant that you had to work longer hours.

Sure, you liked cashing the overtime paycheck, and you always managed to get a few free meals out of the deal thanks to community members, but it was hard work. 

Luckily, this year, you had Charlie to help you through the long days. You couldn’t actually see him, not properly anyway, but he did come over and chat with you a few times for a bit while Nicole watched with a suspicious glare. 

Rain clouds have shrouded the sun’s warm glow and a bolt of lightening streaks across the gray sky, followed by a clap of thunder that rumbles the Earth. Everyone is forced to get out of the pool and sit under the covered patios until the rain and storm have passed over. 

You’re making your way towards the lifeguard’s lounge when a large hand holds your shoulder, effectively stopping you in your tracks. When you turn to look at who the hand is connected to, you smile.

“Mr. Barber.” You say, politely.

He nods. “Coach. Do you need to, uh...check on anything in the storage area?”

The breath catches in your throat as he looks into your eyes, sending a chill down your spine. You know what that look means...

“Now that you mention it, the manager asked me to check on the cleaning supply stock...” You say, a lopsided smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “You’re more than welcome to join me, if you’d like.”

He looks over his shoulder, happy to see that Nicole is deep in conversation with a group of other moms. 

“You had me at ‘now that you mention it’, coach.”

The two of you scurry off to the back storage area, which is basically just a cage with a roof, and Charlie immediately pins you against the wall. He kisses your neck while he grinds his pelvis against your lower stomach.

You move to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist, but he stops you. You look up at him with a furrowed brow.

“Wanna fuck your thighs today, coach.” He breathes against your neck. “Turn around and keep your legs together for me, alright?”

Nodding, you flip yourself around so that your front is now pressed up against the cage, making sure to keep your thighs together. You look over your shoulder as he begins untying his swim trunks.

“No peeking, Y/N. You know the rules: you’re not allowed to see me until I spread your legs and take your virginity.”

Your head turns back to its normal position and you hear him stroking himself behind you. You want nothing more than to see his cock, touch it, appreciate it; but alas, he won’t allow it.

His small grunts and groans are more erotic than they ought to be and you can feel the slick beginning to dampen your folds. He's standing at full attention, now, and he takes a step forward to press himself up against you. 

Your breath hitches as his thick length slides between your thighs, earning a small breathy grunt from the large man behind you. He lets out a shaky sigh before drawing back, then snapping his hips forward again.

“O-Oh, coach.” He breathes into your ear, hands planting next to the top of your head on either side. “Thaaaaaat’s good, so good.”

His little grunts and groans are music to your ears and, mixed with the smack-smack-smack of his skin colliding with yours, it’s an erotic symphony.

“We’ve gotta h-hurry. Storm’s gonna pass over s-soon.” You whisper.

Charlie nods, increasing his thrusting rhythm two-fold. He pants into your ear, one hand sliding down from the wall to wrap around your throat. 

“I’m gonna fuck your little virgin cunt so hard.” He growls, reaching down to grab your hip. “Gonna f-fuck you just like this, coach. Right after your pussy stretches out around my cock, I’m gonna fuck you nice and h-hard, make you cum.” 

You moan, biting your lip. “C-Charlie...fuck.”

“Ohhhhhhhhh, Y/N, I’m c-close. Gonna cum--” His hips come to an abrupt halt and he buries his face in the crook of your neck as he cums, a low groan muffled against your skin.

Your head tilts down just in time to see the liquid ropes erupt from between your legs and you can feel the way his length pulses before each rope shoots out.

He’s panting against your neck, planting the occasional open-mouthed kisses on your skin as he catches his breath. Once he regains control of his breathing, he tucks himself back into his swim trunks and turns you around, holding your hips.

“Sorry I didn’t have time to make you cum, coach. I’ll make it up to you next time, I promise.”

You shake your head, smiling up at him. “No apology necessary, Charlie. I still had a good time, regardless. You know I like helping you get off.”

Charlie bends down and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose, laughing softly when your face crinkles up. “You’re the best. Now, you should probably get back out there before anyone gets suspicious. I’ll hang back for a bit, have a cigarette or something.”

“See you soon, C.” You say before heading towards the door.

“You’ve never used that one before, coach.” He says, causing you to turn around.

“Oh, uh, yeah. It just sorta slipped out. Sorry.”

“No need.” His lips tug up into a smile. “I kinda like it.”

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The union between Charlie and Nicole has been noticeably shaken and strained as of late, you’ve noticed. You wonder if she somehow found out about you and Charlie.

Ever since the first private swim lesson, you and Charlie have been rendezvousing under the starlight on a weekly basis. Sure, there’s been some swimming involved, but it usually doesn’t last very long. He can’t keep his hands off you for more than about fifteen minutes at a time when you’re together.

It’s not just the physical connection; you and Charlie have incredibly compatible personalities, too. You get along really well and there’s a lot of natural chemistry between the two of you. You find yourself counting the minutes until the pool closes on lesson days, count the seconds until Charlie walks through the gate.

Tonight, you’re already in the pool when Charlie arrives, practicing your own technique. He sets his bag down on one of the loungers and watches as you make your way back down the lane in backstroke. He can’t help but look at your breasts, he’s got the perfect angle to look down your suit...

You flip back over and pull the goggles up over your head, smiling as you swim up and pull yourself onto the side of the pool.

“Hey, C.”

He smirks, walking over and jumping into the pool, swimming up to you with just his eyes above the surface. You giggle as he grabs hold of your ankles and lifts them up, forcing your upper body to fall back against the pool deck.

“Good evening, coach.”

His lips kiss and nibble at your ankle bones before trailing up your leg. Your skin erupts in goosebumps as his kisses draw closer and closer to your clothed center, which has already begun to heat up from his actions.

Your eyes never break away from his as he sucks at the tender flesh of your inner thighs, just at the hem of your bathing suit bottoms. You suck in a sharp breath when his nose lightly drags across your crotch, and his eyebrows raise.

“What was that, coach?” He asks, grinning to himself. “Did you...like something that I did, in particular?”

You’ve always sort of had a thing for Charlie’s nose, you have no idea why you found something so not traditionally sexy attractive, but now all you’re thinking about is how lovely it’d feel to have his nose bumping against your clit as he eats you out.

“Um, w-well, I--”

His nose swipes back over your crotch, cutting you off and replacing the rest of your response with a gasp. He grins wickedly.

“Oh, so that’s what you like.” A low chuckle escapes his lips.

He does it again, and again, nose dragging against your damp crotch. You’re practically dripping by now, the feeling and sight of him rubbing against you is simultaneously too much and not enough.

“Charlie...” You breathe, chewing your lip.

His finger comes up and teases your entrance over your suit, pushing some of the fabric in before letting it snap back into place. Your legs instinctively fall open further at his movements, eyes fluttering shut as his mouth hovers over your clothed crotch. 

He looks up at you, then. “You’re gonna cum just like this, coach, or you’re not gonna cum at all. Understood?”

You nod. “Y-Yes, Mr. Barber.”

The formality, the seeming innocence of that name always seems to drive him crazy and he grunts, quickly diving in. The tip of his aquiline nose swipes all around your covered folds while his lips and hot breath teases your center.

You’re embarrassingly close already, both the sights and sensations being created between your legs impossible to resist. You simply can’t bring yourself to peel your eyes away as he continues to bring you closer and closer to a soft release.

“Are you close already?” He asks with a smirk, eyes meeting yours.

Before you can respond, his finger presses up against your entrance, pushing in just a little bit and swirling around. You gasp at the feeling, hips naturally pushing down against him in an attempt to encourage him deeper inside.

“Mmm, look at that. You want to be filled so badly, don’t you, coach?” Charlie says, voice low. “You’re so fucking desperate, trying to impale your little virgin cunt further on my finger. You want someone else’s fingers shoved up your pussy, want to cum on fingers other than your own, isn’t that right?”

You nod, chewing your lip while your hips gyrate against his touch. “Y-Yeah, I want i-it.”

His finger pushes up just a little bit more, bathing suit fabric stretching as it’s shoved up inside your quivering arousal. Your back arches and your breath catches in your throat at his movement, suddenly thrust to the edge of climax.

“Charlie...” You breathe. “Please.”

He grins cockily, circling his fingertip inside you while he mouths at your clit and scrapes his teeth across the clothed bud. You cum only a few moments later, groaning shakily as your hips jerk erratically.

Once you’ve ridden it out completely, Charlie pulls away and covers your inner thighs in kisses. You sit up and run your hands through his hair, smiling down at him. 

“You’re incredible.”

Charlie smiles, tugging your legs, encouraging you into the shallow water. “C’mere, let me kiss you.”

You allow yourself to slide down into the water, reaching up to wrap your arms around the back of his neck as his lips crash down onto yours. His hands grab your ass and pull you against him, a small growl rumbling through his chest when his erection rubs against your lower stomach.

“Let me touch you, C-Charlie.”

His eyebrows raise and he pulls away, looking into your eyes. “You know the rules, kid...”

“I don’t have to see you to make you feel good. I promise I won’t look, I just...I want to t-touch you. I want to make you cum.”

He inhales sharply, biting his lip as he thinks it over. He can’t pretend that he hasn’t wanted this since he first met you, but the thought of not allowing you to see or touch him until he’s ready to take your virginity is incredibly arousing...

“Alright, but you can’t pull me out of my shorts. Got it?”

You nod eagerly, pressing your lips onto his once again. He scoops you up and walks you over to the underwater bench, setting you down gently. His hand cradles the back of your head, cushioning it from the harsh pool ledge as you pull at the tie of his swim trunks.

His jaw clenches tightly and his eyebrows knit when your hand wraps around the base, a shaky breath leaving his flared nostrils. He keeps his forehead pressed against yours as you begin to stroke him slowly, breath hot on your lips.

“I-Is this okay?” You ask quietly.

He simply nods, back hunching and buttocks clenching as his hips begin to thrust forward in time with your pumps. His eyes squeeze shut, growling and mewling softly with each flick of your wrist.

“Ohhhhh god, Y/N, I...it’s b-been a while since someone’s tttttouched me like this. Your little h-hand ffffeels so nice.”

Your lips pull up into a small smile, flattered that he likes your touch so much. You reach up with your spare hand, spreading it out across the back of his head, pulling him down for another kiss.

Charlie fulfills your silent wish, moving his lips against yours. He disconnects a minute later, a line of sweat gathering at his hairline as his thrusts become more and more desperate and full of need.

“J-Jesus, I’m gonna cum s-soon, can’t last a-any longer.” He groans shakily, reaching down to grab your wrist, halting your touches. “Quick, l-lay back on the d-deck.”

You nod, hopping up out of the water and laying back, allowing enough room for him to get on top of you. His hand moves quickly on his cock as he climbs up and positions himself on top of you.

His hand grips your jaw, tilting your head up while he tugs his shorts down enough to expose his pulsing length. He begins grinding his bare cock against the fabric covering your stomach.

“Look at me, Y/N. I’m gonna--fuuuck--gonna c-cover your belly in m-my hot cum, s-stain your fuuucking b-bathing ssssuit. Are y-you ready?”

Right after you nod, his hips suddenly rut roughly against your stomach and he groans loudly, spurts of warm milky seed spreading across your torso. He snarls, grip tightening around your jaw as he cums all over you. His eyes never close or break your gaze, pupils blown wide with lust and arousal.

Seeing Charlie coming undone above you is a sight you make sure to commit to memory, not wanting to forget the way his face contorted in pleasure, the way his hips bucked against you, the sounds that fell from his pillowy lips. 

You’re convinced that there are little other sights more beautiful and erotic than the one you’ve just witnessed.

He lets go of your jaw and tucks himself back into his trunks while his lips leave open-mouthed kisses all over your face and throat. You sigh softly when he pulls away and stands up, already missing his presence on top of you.

“Sorry about the stain.” His eyes dart down to the dark red stain on your suit.

You shake your head, sitting up. “No worries. The chlorine will help.”

Charlie’s eyebrows furrow and you chuckle, standing up in front of him.

“You heard me right, Mr. Barber. I’m swimming along with you tonight. We’ll see how you hold up against a competitor.”

He smirks, reaching around to land a playful swat on your ass. “Try to catch me, coach.”

You gasp as he quickly turns around and leaps into the water, beginning to swim towards the lanes. You laugh, following behind.

“Oh, it is so on!”

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[weareallstoriesintheend]

'How They React To You Being A Virgin' Headcannons with the ADCU Boys

Summary: Just a little blurb collection of how Sackler, Charlie, Paterson, Flip & Clyde would react to taking your virginity.

Note: For our friend Britt 💕 Thank you to my co-writers @saynotoshityouhate & @feed-the-rats

Warnings: Smut (all under the cut), dirty talk, pet names, talk of losing virginity, fingering (f receiving), PIV Sex

Sackler

Adam would be unsure at first, a little wary of being your first as he's very assured in how he likes women experienced. He finds their freedom incredibly sexy. So he questions you, testing out how you feel about him being your first, “You’ve never fucked before?”

Then as you keep talking, explaining your situation and talking about how you want him to be your first for everything he realizes how much it makes his cock twitch. He’s grown harder in his jeans knowing he’ll be the first to touch you, to make you moan and whimper.

“You’ve touched your pussy though, right?” he would ask bluntly and you would nod shyly in reply avoiding his eye contact and smug smirk. You explain how you’ve had orgasms before but not with someone else or because of someone else. Adams face lights up, eyes roaming over you as he makes a mental list of all the things he wants to do.

Then he’ll scoop you up, mid-sentence, making you squeak in surprise as he throws you over his shoulder and takes you to the bedroom. The way he looks at you when he’s dumped you onto the mattress makes you shiver, it’s smug and deeply hungry.

Adam has decided he’s going to bring his A-Game, he’s now made it his mission to make you lose your mind on his cock. He’s unprepared but he’ll make it work, planning on coaxing every orgasm in every way he can so you’re ready for him. His hands are on you quickly, rubbing and stroking at your clit.

“Let me show you what cumming good really feels like kid”

Charlie

Charlie is instantly protective when you tell him; his hands that were rough and grabbing at you just a moment ago when you’d been kissing him were now soft and tentative. He listens to you talk, silently taking in how nervous and unsure you sound. His eyebrows are pulled down as he takes in your words so earnestly. His chest clenches when you ask him to be your first, “Are you sure?” his voice shakes with the weight of the honor he feels.

When you nod he pulls you into a deep kiss, one that leaves you breathless within seconds. He’d gone so long without intimacy, even before his divorce, that he’s determined to show you how good it can be. To satisfy you in every way he knows how and maybe learn something new along with you.

Then suddenly he takes control of the situation, caring and forceful, talking you through each step like he’s directing you in a scene. He’s vocal, telling you everything he’s going to do and how. It’s methodical and the gentlest you’ve ever seen him. You bite your lip and nod along as he begins to caress and practically worship your body with his hands and lips.

When he pushes inside of you and you gasp, screwing your eyes up against the new sensation, he leans down and kisses your temple, whispering praise and encouragement into your ear.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, just breathe and feel me”

Paterson

Paterson takes this very seriously. His first time was rushed, and not with someone who truly cared for him, and he doesn’t want you to feel anything but love and safety with him. The two of you had talked about this for a while, not so much for your comfort - you were ready to go - but he was extremely nervous and cautious.

He arrives prepared with condoms and lube and your favorite snacks. He takes things extremely slow, kissing and fingering you open for what felt like hours. You finally grabbed his face and told him “Paterson, if you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to have to take care of this myself. I’m ready. I promise. Please.” His cheeks turned bright red and he nodded, kissing you one last time before kneeling up and rolling the condom on. “A-are you sure?” You rolled your eyes and groaned, slapping your hands against the bedsheets. “Yes! Please, Pat!” He chuckled nervously and leaned over you, caging you in with his long, lean body.

The sex was slow, thoughtful, and communicative. Paterson kept checking in with you, making sure you felt okay, that nothing hurt, and that you were getting the touches you needed to orgasm. He whispered encouragement and praise into your ear as he sucked on your earlobe and kissed gently along your neck and collarbone. He made sure you knew how beautiful he found you, how grateful he was to share this moment with you, and how loved you were.

Afterwards, he made sure you were cleaned up and snuggled up tight against his chest. He asked for feedback, the blush on his cheeks as you told him how good he was almost more satisfying than the sex itself. All he wanted was for you to feel safe, and he succeeded.

Flip

Flip Zimmerman was a notorious ladies man before he met you. Every stereotype of a slimy, womanizing cop could be attributed to Flip. He’d left a trail of broken hearts across Colorado. But you - you were different. You made him want to try to be better. You showed him his soft, kind side - the side that didn’t shy away from your nervous admission that would previously make him run for the hills. Flip knew you were worth waiting for.

Your first time with Flip was across the bench seat of his truck. He took you out to dinner, both of you indulging in a few drinks, to the point that you were both blushing and giggling - but Flip was still safe to drive. The minute you got into his truck and he pulled away from the restaurant, your hand was unzipping his pants, your small hand stroking his rapidly hardening cock. Flip growled, focusing hard on keeping two hands on the wheel until it became too difficult, and he pulled over into a secluded parking lot behind the high school. He threw the truck into park and pulled you into his lap, your back pressing into the horn, which made you both laugh. You made out for a while, grinding against his lap, before he pulled back and raised an eyebrow at you. “We doin’ this, sweetheart?” You nodded, smiling widely.

He reached under your sundress, pushing your soaked panties to the side, and pushed his fingers slowly inside, grunting through gritted teeth at how tight you squeezed his fingers. “Gonna hug my cock so well, sunflower. ‘m gunna go slow, kay? Just lemme know if I’m going too fast. Just want you so bad.” He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean. He couldn’t wait to get you home and get you sat across his goateed mouth. He slowly pushed his thick length inside, listening to every whimper and whine, panting hot heavy breath across your face. He helped you ride him, his large hands gripping your hips tight. He sucked welts into your neck, his facial hair scratching your sensitive skin. He was loud, cursing and bucking up into you as soon as you felt comfortable for him to do so. He didn’t have a condom, so after you came, he pulled out and came into a fast food napkin he had in his glove box.

He held you tight as you both relaxed, his hands running up and down your back. He kissed you deeply before helping you back in your seat, throwing the car into drive and rushing you back to his bed for round two.

Clyde

You don’t tell him until the last possible second, like clothes are coming off when you finally pull away and tell him you’ve never done this before. He’s chasing your lips and doesn’t fully register it. He mumbles that it’s been a long time for him too (he’s only gotten laid once or twice since he left the Army). When you clarify, he stops entirely and looks at you in disbelief. And fuck you’re nervous. This is why you hadn’t told him. You’d been terrified of this moment, the one where he rejects you for your lack of experience.

“Well, darlin’, I wish you woulda told me sooner…”

Here it comes you think.

“I woulda done somethin’ to make it more special than this.” Clyde gestures vaguely at the rest of his bedroom and you stop breathing. You had been so prepared to get kicked out, you hadn’t considered that there were, in fact, alternatives.

“Woulda lit some candles or somethin’…rose petals maybe?” Clyde is trying to fill the silence while your brain malfunctions. “Darlin’? Do you wanna have your first time with me? I would be real honored but if that’s not what you want…”

That brings you back to him.

“Oh god Clyde of course I want it to be with you. Of course I do.” The tips of his ears go pink as he nods and pulls you in for a kiss, big hand on the back of your neck.

“Okay…okay,” he says when he pulls away, choosing his next words carefully. “I’m gonna take good care of ya and if I’m doin’ somethin’ you don’t like, you tell me to stop right quick, ya hear me?” You nod and Clyde swallows. You scoot back on the bed and lay against pillows, propped up on your elbows. Clyde doesn’t follow.

“Is there something wrong Clyde?” You’re starting to get nervous again.

“I- umm- I’m just a little worried that I…”

“You, what?”

“That I- er- won’t fit… since you’ve never had anythin’ too big up there before.”

You think it’s an odd thing for him to be worried about and assure him that it’ll be just fine. You’re confident in that until he whips it out. And now you’re unsure.

But Clyde is gentle and makes you cum twice before he even thinks about putting his cock inside you, once with his tongue and once with his fingers. When he does enter you, he’s gentle and slow, all soft whispers and praises. And he does fit, with a lot of effort and patience. The stretch is delicious and you almost never want him to leave you empty again.

[jynzandtonic]

Charlie..can you tell us more about your innocence/virginity kink?

Of course, sweetheart.

I’m a man of certain interests, and I like a submissive partner who knows what they want and is willing to behave to get it. Being a part of how that person discovers exactly what they want? Now that’s something special.

Pushing my hard cock inside a virgin and feeling them adjust to the stretch? Hearing them moan and whimper? Watching as they get cockdrunk and needy for me?

I want all of that to be mine.

[driversmutbucket]

Vanilla (3. First time) with Charlie? ✨

Ohhhhhhhh daaaaddy.

NSFW, intercourse, age gap, oral, fingering

You had never been attracted to older men. Until, Charlie.

He was charasmatic, kind, built like a bus and sexy.

He was also a father, divorced and mid thirties.

You were a virgin and early twenties.

Every time you saw him you had to clench your legs together, your pussy pulsing.

You didn’t know the attraction was reciprocated until you ended up getting hot and heavy after the consumption of liquors at a mutual friends house party.

You were on the street, lips locked, chests heaving.

“I’ve wanted this for so long” you breathed, when you broke away for air.

He looked shocked and overjoyed simultaneously.

“Why? I mean, me too, but why?”

“I’m just so drawn to you, so attracted to you” you blushed, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously.

“I’m old, you’re so young and beautiful, felt like a fucking pervert wanting you.....”

“You aren’t old” you laughed.

“But you are young” he countered.

“Shut up” you muttered, pulling him in again, hungry for more.

-

You spent a few months making out while liquored up, battling your individual insecurities and doubts.

You had told Charlie you were a virgin.

He argued you would be wasted on him.

-

Eventually 6 months of respressed passion boiled over.

You had ended up in your apartment, attached at the lips. He had you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, you could feel his hard cock.

“I want you so bad” you whined.

He growled, kneading your arse cheeks with his hands.

“Take me to bed Charlie, please” you pleaded shamelessly.

He carried you to your bed and placed you down gently.

“Are you sure?” He searched your face, you could see the concern in his eyes.

“I’ve never wanted anything more” you whispered.

He hovered above you, you boldly began unbuttoning his shirt, with shaking hands.

“Going to have to get you ready” he murmured, perhaps more to himself than you.

He pushed up your dress, slowly, gently, as if opening a gift and wanting to save the wrapping.

Your breathing became erratic, legs shaking as you lifted your bottom so he could push your dress up.

You heard his sharp intake of breath as your lace panties were revealed.

You sat up and pulled your dress off, leaving just your bra on top.

Charlie was drinking you in as you chewed your lip.

“A vision” he murmured, before kissing down your stomach, slowly.

When he reached your hips he ran his fingers over your clothed pussy.

You couldn’t help crying out.

“Soaked” he marveled.

“I’m always like this around you” you admitted.

He peeled off your panties, his eyes drinking you in. “So pretty.”

“Oh my god, please, Charlie!” You wriggled impatiently, needing friction.

He chuckled, before pushing your legs open wide and bringing his head down so close you could feel his breath.

He licked a long strip from your entrance to your clit.

You bucked, moaning softly.

His tongue teased your clit briefly before moving down to probe your entrance.

You couldn’t help but rock into him gently.

“Oh Charlie!”

He pulled back and inserted a finger, you gasped.

“Ok?” He asked, a tinge if worry in his voice.

“More than ok” you breathed.

“Need to stretch you for me, ok honey?”

You moaned, honey, you were pretty sure he could just talk in his rich, deep voice and you would climax.

He added another finger, pumping them slowly, praising you.

By the time he had 3 of his thick fingers in you, you felt impossibly full, and impossibly turned on.

He brought his mouth to you clit, his tongues flicking and circling.

You climaxed hard, releasing a gush of fluid on his hand.

“You did so good, so good honey” he praised.

He stripped his clothes off as you panted, trying to regain composure.

“Holy fuck” you gaped when he was fully naked, “you’re fucking massive.”

He smirked slightly, “I told you I had to get you ready, we will take it slow, don’t worry.”

You sat up and unclipped your bra, he watched, lazily fisting his cock.

“Fucking perfect tits” he growled.

You ran your fingers over your erect nipples, and down your stomach to your throbbing clit.

He climbed onto the bed, between your spread legs.

He came up to meet your lips in a hungry kiss.

“I’m going to take good care of you” he murmured in your ear before kissing down your neck.

He was using one hand by your head to hold himself above you, the other came to your breasts, kneading. His mouth joined, sucking your nipples in turn.

Whimpers and moans of pleasure tumbled from your mouth.

He stopped. His free hand traveled to your pussy, “are you still nice and wet for me honey?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Oh fuck, you are, good girl.”

Your clit throbbed in response to his praise.

“Going start pushing in, tell me to stop if it hurt to much, ok?” He looked you in the eye.

You responded by kissing him a passionately and winding your fingers in his hair.

He lined up, circling your entrance with his tip a few times. You dug your hand into his back in anticipation.

He pushed in slightly, so the tip was in. You gasped at the sudden intrusion. Fuck he was big.

“Keep going” you gasped.

He pushed slowly, the stretch was like nothing you had ever felt, fleeting pain that gave way to pleasure.

“Oh holy fuck” you moaned softly.

“So....fucking.....tight, you’re strangling my cock.” His forehead was resting on yours, his free hand cradling your face.

He bottomed out, you felt so full. So stretched. It was almost indescribable.

You both were still for a few beats, taking in the sensation.

“Gonna move, oh god, so tight, amazing.”

Your hand clutched his hair as he began slowly thrusting.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck” you chanted, “feels so good, Charlie, oh my god.”

Your lips met in a frenzy, sloppily, starved after months of denying your urges.

He growled as you nipped his lower lip.

“Not going to last long with your pussy clamping me like this” he panted, “fuck.”

You snaked your hand down to your clit and began working yourself.

He changed position so he was on his knees, lifting your hips to meet his.

He watched you work yourself as he thrust a little faster.

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect” his eyes ravishingly your body, before watching his cock disappear into your pussy. “You’re taking me so good honey.”

You were beyond forming sentences, instead you just whimpered in response.

The pressure in your abdomen was building.

“Charlie, ahhhhhh, close.”

He pushed your hand aside and began rolling your clit gently with his finger.

You climaxed, hard. Back arched, with a wail.

Your spasming walls sent Charlie over the edge and his eyes rolled back as he unloaded in you.

You lay dazed, your eyes closed when he pulled out. You whimpered at the loss, opening your eyes.

He lay down next to you, you nestled into him, so he was spooning you.

Charlie placed lazy kisses along your shoulder as his hand rubbed small circles on your hip. You hummed contently.

“Thank you” you said softly, before falling into a blissful sleep.

—-

[artemisthewh0re]

˜”*°•. Masterlist .•°*”˜

Taglist

This is a list of all my works by character and subject.

P.s I write specifically for curvy women and black readers. I will not change what I write for you. I can make it vague but that's it.

Requests are CLOSED

🌶️= smut 🧸= Fluff 🌙= Comfort

Adam Sackler

Dad!Adam Sackler Head Cannon 🧸

Not Good Enough 🧸🌙 (implied 🌶️)

Friend Part 1🧸 Part 2 🌶️

Don't Go 🌶️

Imperfect 🌙🧸 TW: ED

Loss 🌙 TW: Miscarriage

Charlie Barber

DILF 🌶️

Flip Zimmerman

Midnight Drive-in 🌶️

Wash Day (blurb) 🧸

Friends to Lovers 🧸

Forgetfulness 🧸

Slice of Life 🧸

Steve Rogers

A Steve Rogers Christmas 🧸

Sleepy Head 🧸

Druig

Bathroom Mischief 🌶️

Loki

Missing You 🌶️

Peter Parker

Sniffles (blurb)🧸

Bucky Barnes

Beefy!Bucky x Chubby Reader HC 🧸Tongue 🌶️

Trouble Makers 🧸

Good Father 🧸🌙

Thor

Thor x Chubby Black Reader HC 🧸NSFW Alphabet 🌶️

Frank Castle

Wounds 🌶️

Needy 🌶️

Bruce Banner

Panic 🧸🌙(some serious topics of PTSD)

Steven Grant

Pretty Please 🌶️

Miguel O'hara

Hear You 🌶️

Miguel takes you to meet his family 🌶️

Choose you 🌶️

Eddie Munson

Tiny Bullies 🧸

Fluff Headcanon 🧸

Taking Eddie's Virginity 🌶️

For You

Jim Hopper

Dad's Best Friend 🌶️

Hannibal Lecter (Mads Mikkelsen)

Brat 🌶️

Sam McDonald (Ginger Snaps)

Blue Dream 🌶️

Shopping Day🧸

Russell Baze

Lazy Mornings 🧸

Ethan Sawyer

Cramps 🧸

Matthew Lillard

Friends to Lovers Trope 🧸

Duncan Vizla

Ice Cold 🌶️

Mickey Altieri

Hair day 🧸

Tangerine

Hookup Extended Ver.🌶️

Closet 🌶️

Kit Walker

SOL Blurb🧸

Hurt- One. One Extended Ver. Two

Joel Miller

Sweetheart 🌶️🧸

Darlin' 🌙

[avintagekiss24]

one cup sugar, one cup spice | a. barber

→ pairing: andy barber x black!reader

→ word count: 7074

→ warnings: age gap, corruption kink, innocent reader, daddy kink, pain kink, smut, sex, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, hand job (male receiving)

→ author note: happy holidays my dudes! what i would do to have andy barber standing in my kitchen... anyway, reader is i n n o c e n t, but totally of age, and in college. as always, line breaks by @firefly-graphics​, gif by @evansensations​

There’s a light dust of white covering the green lawns and black asphalt of the street. You shiver as you follow your parents out towards their car, pulling your beanie down over your ears before you shove your hands into your navy blue Dartmouth hoodie.

“Honey,” your mom coos, turning back towards you as your dad loads the car, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? Your aunt has plenty of room.”

“I’m positive,” you laugh, “Aunt Sohpie and I don’t get along that great anyway.”

“Well, you could try a little harder.”

Your mouth drops open, eyes wide as you stare at her, “She called me a stuck up, yuppie bitch when I told her I wasn’t going to stop using deodorant.”

Your dad chuckles, prompting a swift slap to the shoulder from your mother before she turns back towards you, “Sophie is a free spirit. She doesn’t believe in putting chemicals in or on her body. One week of trying to get along won’t hurt you.”

“Oh, it’ll hurt,” you answer, pulling her into a hug, “Smelling her B.O. for a week would actually kill me.”

Your mother tuts, pulling back and slumping her shoulders a little as she squeezes your sides gently, “I don’t want to leave you here alone for Christmas.”

“Oh, stop badgering the girl. She’ll be fine,” your dad cuts in, kissing your forehead when he approaches, “She had a tough semester, she’s allowed some alone time. Be good, baby. I left a credit card on my desk for any emergencies.”

You smile warmly, “Thanks daddy.”

There’s a sound of a door opening, then closing, heavy footsteps against the old wood of the porch next door, “Oh, Andy,” your mom calls towards the neighbor, “You got a minute?”

Your face scrunches as you glance over at your father, who sighs heavy, “Don’t get mad, baby.”

“Why would I get mad?”

“She kinda, you know,” he shrugs, knocking his head back and forth, “Asked the neighbor to look in on you while we’re gone,” when your face drops, he throws up his hands, “I didn’t do it, she did.”

“Mom!” You hiss, flipping your eyes to the tall, dark haired man cutting across his front lawn, “I don’t need a babysitter! I’m twenty years old!”

“Hush,” she whispers, plastering a smile on her face as she wraps her arm around your waist, “Sorry to bother you, Andy.”

“Oh, no, no, no. It’s okay, I was just checking the mail.”

You’re angry and embarrassed as the tall, older man approaches, but a sudden heat blooms across your chilled brown skin. Pushing your glasses up your nose, you take a heavy breath, expelling it hard as you eye him. You’ve only really seen him in passing, throwing your hand up in a friendly wave as you jogged into your childhood home during a long weekend away from school. You only vaguely remember him moving in about a year or two before. Hell, you don’t even think the two of you have uttered anything more than just a neighborly ‘hey’, and now, thanks to your mother, he’s going to be keeping an eye on you.

Just wonderful.

She smiles proudly, “You remember our daughter, right?”

“I do,” he smiles slowly, an intense pair of blue-green eyes bouncing between yours, “We’ve run into each other a few times over the years. How you doin’ kiddo?”

He reaches out, extending a large palm and long fingers. You take it gently, smiling soft as you drop your eyes from his, nerves suddenly pooling in your stomach, “Um, good. Thanks for asking. How um,” you swallow, glancing back up at him, finding his eyes still centered on you, “How are you?”

He shrugs, but keeps your much smaller hand in his, “Can’t complain.”

“Listen, honey,” your mom starts, “I asked Mr. Barber to pop over and check on you every now and again while we’re gone.”

“Mother,” fake laughter filling the air, your face hot from being annoyed to all hell, “I’m not a child, and I’m sure Mr. Barber has better things to do with his time than to check on me constantly.”

“It’s no problem,” he shrugs again, those eyes of his now roaming, down your body, then up again, slowly, “I have the next couple of weeks off myself.”

“Congrats on the promotion, by the way.” Your father smiles, finally drawing Andy’s attention away from you. He nudges your side with his elbow, “Andy’s the new District Attorney.”

You keep your eyes on the tall Andy, sliding them the length of his body. He’s sturdy. Broad shoulders not so hidden underneath his zip up hoodie, clinging to thick biceps. Dark jeans accentuate long legs and a little waist. A perfect, full beard lines his strong jaw and chin. Two enormous hands are shoved into the pockets of his pants, so large that they don’t even fit right… You inhale deep, drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, sinking your teeth into the flesh as a tiny moan slips through.

Blue eyes snap to you again as it sounds. God. Your lips part, eyes widen as they stare back at him in embarrassment. He just smiles again, slow and seemingly knowing; his eyes falling down your frame again.

“We better go if we’re gonna miss traffic, hun.” Your dad’s voice suddenly breaks into your conscience, snapping you out of the small trance that Andy Barber has leveled over you, “Andy, thanks for watching over our baby while we’re gone.”

Andy winks at you, “I won’t hover, I promise. If you need anything, at any time, I’m right next door, okay? Better yet, let me give you my number.”

You nod quick, clearing your throat as you fumble around with your phone, pulling it out of your hoodie and handing it over to him, “Sure, yeah. Th-thank you, Mr. Barber.”

“Andy,” he corrects, reaching out and cupping your elbow gently, “Please.”

Another warmth spreads through you, emanating from the contact, making you giggle and smile nervously like a stupid girl before you get a hold of yourself and blink away. You all exchange another round of pleasantries, Andy wishing your parents a safe trip before he locks eyes with you again— biting his lip as he blinks and hands your phone back before turning away and heading towards his mailbox.

Almost frozen in place, you blink as you watch him move across his grass, forcefully swallowing. You really need to get out more.

One last hug from your mom and dad and you wave as they pull out of the driveway, your mom waving excitedly at you through the windshield. Rolling your eyes, but smiling wide, you return a wave before heading back inside, locking the door behind you before making a brisk b-line to the front door.

Andy’s still outside, pushing the green trash cans up against his garage as you peek out at him from behind the thin, white, door curtains. He throws open one of the lids before dipping his head, eyeing the mail in his hand as he flips through it slowly, tossing the junk into the open can. A pink blush piques on his cheeks and the tip of his nose, lips red with the chill. He looks up suddenly— out of nowhere— and cocks his head, letting another smile curl onto his lips when the two of you make eye contact again.

You gasp and jump back, instantly turning on your heel to run up the stairs towards your bedroom, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The smell of fresh baked cookies fills the house as you pull a pan from the oven. You hum in satisfaction, a small smile on your face as you scoop the sugar cookies onto the cooling rack before pulling your mom’s Santa Claus mittens off your hands and tossing them to the counter. Last Christmas by Wham plays from the small bluetooth speaker in the corner of the kitchen, A Charlie Brown Christmas on mute playing from the ipad leaning against the utensil holder.

There’s a random crackling from the fire you started in the living room as you move around, a whir from the mixer as it beats the eggs, powdered sugar, vanilla extract, and corn syrup together. You dip your finger into the mixture, popping it into your mouth and groaning as the sweetness explodes on your tongue before you pull the beaters out, slipping your finger down the stainless steel to collect the icing still stuck to them.

A knock sounds from the front door, permeating through the rather quiet house. You lean to the side, blinking at the door as a shadow shifts through the windows on either side. Shoving the icing laden finger into your mouth, you jog towards the door, bare feet heavy against the wood floor.

“One second, one second,” you mumble, wiping your hands on your pale pink cotton shorts before you tug at your hoodie and unlock the door. A sharp inhale of cold air fills your chest when you pull open the door to find one Andy fucking Barber standing on the opposite side, “Oh,” is all you can manage.

“Hey,” he smiles, “It’s been a few days, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Being a biomedical engineering student, you can rattle off some of the most difficult, obscure words known to man with exactly zero problems. When it comes to social interaction with the hot, forty-something, lawyer next door? Your tongue is heavy, your brain… dumb.

His smile widens as you blink like a moron, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead as he waits for you to talk. Here’s the part where you speak, dumbass! “Um,” you stutter, “Sorry, I, uh, yeah, I’m okay. I’m good, sorry.”

“Smells good in here.”

Nodding, you bite your lip, your eyes everywhere but on his face— his stare just too much, “I’m making cookies.” you glance over your shoulder before you point, “Do you want to make some? I mean,” you slam your eyes closed, “Do you want to try some? Not, some, one, do you— do you want to try one? Or some… I guess… whatever.”

Idiot. You’re a bumbling, stumbling, idiot.

He chuckles, the rumble low and deep as he runs one of those big ass hands through his dark, soft looking hair, “That is the best offer I’ve had all day.”

He steps over the threshold, his fingers brushing over yours as he reaches to close the door. You snatch your hand from it quickly, wringing it within the other as you turn awkwardly and move towards the kitchen, swallowing hard, suddenly hyper aware of how bare your legs are.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” Andy starts from behind you, “I’m surprised to find you here and not out with some friends.”

You move behind the marble topped island in the center of the kitchen as Andy walks around the opposite side. His eyes are on you again, staring as you fumble with the spatula, your fingers going as dumb as your brain, dropping it with a loud clang. You don’t even know why— okay, you know why, but this is something deeper, something you haven’t experienced before.

“Oh,” you shrug, “No, I uh, I just kinda like to stay around the house.”

He nods slowly, “A homebody, huh? Me too.”

He makes you dizzy; his masculinity is intimidating. It fills up every little space in the room. His intelligence— worldly, experienced—  oozes from him. He looks like you could ask him anything, anything, and he’d have the right answer for you. He could teach you a thing or two, that’s for sure.

A shudder creeps through your body, heat blooming across your skin, having to shift on your feet as your stomach flutters while you focus on icing this stupid cookie. The physical space he takes up unnerves you too. That wide, towering frame looming over you. Deft, thick fingers tapping gently against the countertop as you stumble around, your hands shaky.

There’s a stickiness. A warm, little wet spot in the center of your panties as stupid thoughts run through your stupid brain. You’re being ridiculous. Like this grown man would be interested in an inexperienced, socially awkward, in bed by eight thirty, little girl. Get a grip.

You slather some icing over the warm cookie and cautiously hand it towards him, clearing your throat and forcing a smile. Wringing your hands again, you find a little courage to lift your eyes just as he pops the small cookie into his mouth, closing his eyes as he chews slowly, a grunt sounding from deep in his throat.

Every muscle in your body clenches at the sound. It’s gorgeous— and if there’s anything your body appreciates, it’s a gorgeous man with a gorgeous grunt.

“It’s okay?” You squeak, timid and small before you nervously clear your throat.

“Shit, girl,” he moans again, licking his lips as he extends his hand again, “I could eat every single one of these.”

Nervous fingers clutch another cookie, adding a dollop of icing before you hand it over to him, eyes drifting up his chest and to his face as he devours the second treat. Your curious eyes watch with a longing. Pretty, thick, dark eyelashes closing again, splashing across smooth, slightly reddened cheeks. A pink tongue darts out of a wet mouth to slip along an inviting— too inviting— bottom lip, and you zero in on it. Chest rising and falling a little harder as you blink, in your own little world as you imagine just how much experience those lips, that tongue has.

There’s a hint of blue suddenly, his eyes no longer closed, now set squarely on you as those sickenly perfect white teeth emerge with another sly smile.

Another wave of embarrassment pushes through your veins, but you can’t look away from him this time. Locked in a heated stare, mind racing, palms sweaty as you watch Andy dip his index finger into the bowl of icing, scooping the sugary mix onto the pad of his digit.

“You like watching me, huh?”

Your mouth parts to answer, but nothing comes out, mouth and throat suddenly dry. He laughs at you, standing there, dumb and nervous, unable to form a coherent sentence as he pushes the tip of his finger into his mouth, sucking the icing from it slowly.

He’s moving, that much your brain can comprehend. Moving around the island, sliding the bowl of icing right to the edge where he dips his finger again, curling it to collect another glob.

Shallow, shaky breaths escape the small part in your lips, your chest and stomach so tight you’re surprised you can breathe at all. As it is, you have to rest your palm against the marble island, just to keep from falling over.

A long arm slips around your waist, nudging you forward— closer— so close that when one of those shallow, little breaths pushes out, your chest, well, your tits, brush against his. You picked a fine day to go without a bra. He drops his free hand to your waist, pushing it underneath your oversized hoodie to feel your skin as he wraps those long fingers around your hip, giving it a squeeze before he cups your chin.

“You have a boyfriend back at that fancy ass school?” He asks, eyes hooded as he tilts your head upward.

A hum vibrates through your chest before there’s a quick shake of your head as he pushes the icing over your bottom lip, smearing the sugary mix along it. He keeps your chin anchored in his hand as he stares down at you through slits, his own mouth dropping open as he coaxes yours.

“No, a smart girl like you doesn’t have time for boys, does she?” He purrs, “You probably haven’t even been touched by a boy.”

A squeak chokes in your throat as he teases you, pushing that finger back and forth, the tip pushing ever so gently into your mouth. He chuckles again, real low, menacing almost as he knows he has you right where he wants you.

“Ya know,” he starts, thumbs stroking your chin and jaw, “This Christmas cookie frosting would taste a hundred times better on you than my finger.” He smiles again, tilting his head, “Can I see?”

You mewl, pitiful and small as emotion pools in your eyes. You’re overwhelmed— nervous and unsure, wanting to be perfect. Womanly— but surely falling flat.

“Oh, baby,” he laughs, sweeping his thumbs underneath your eyes to catch the hot streaks, “Awww, it’s okay.”

Andy pushes in close, his lips brushing yours as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of yours, a low sound thrumming in his throat. He presses his cheek against your face, the soft hair of his beard pushing along your skin, goosebumps popping up all over. Your bodies start to sway in a slow rhythm, side to side, his warm breath washing over you as he smiles.

He pulls away, eyes traveling your face, “You haven’t even been kissed before?” When you don’t answer, he closes his eyes, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, “No? Oh, my sweet girl. That is just,” he groans, eyes twinkling with an emotion you don’t even understand, “You are so perfect— so good.”

His forehead comes to rest on yours, his hands still corralling your face, fingers sticky. His tongue darts out quick, licking at your lips, dragging up to the tip of your nose. You shudder, bleating as the rough velvet passes over your mouth.

Andy moans again, sucking the icing into his mouth and swallows slow, “Yum.”

You’re jittery— clammy, as labored breaths push out of your mouth, a murky fog clouding your brain. Shaky whirs tremble through your chest as you shift on your feet, your panties sticking to your now throbbing pussy. Andy closes the distance between your mouths again, his eyes hooded as he nips at you.

Your eyes flutter, closing instinctively— waiting for the claim. It doesn’t come, not right away, making your eyes pop open, a childish whine squeaking out. You even stomp your foot a little. Twenty years is a long enough wait.

“Kiss me,” you breathe, not wasting a second, “Please, Andy—”

The words are barely out of your mouth before he grabs your lips, inhaling deep. His tongue fucks into your mouth, slipping along the roof before massaging yours, sucking lightly. You go limp against him, trying to keep up with the fervent kiss, but soon just let him take full control.

Andy pushes his hips into yours, pressing his hard cock against you, forcing you to break the kiss, gasping deep. He rests his forehead on yours again, tittering as he bites his bottom lip, “Never felt that before, huh? Mmmm,” he groans again, “I bet you feel good. So tight and warm— umph, I’m probably not even going to be able to fit my cock all in.”

You shudder at the thought.

He brushes the tip of his nose against yours, “I gotta open you up a bit, don’t I? Hmm? This sweet little cunt needs to get used to being stuffed full.” He turns you in his hands, presses his burly chest into your back, his lips to your ear, “I want you to finish icing these cookies like a good girl, okay? You do as daddy says.”

You don’t move, you can’t really, as you try to comprehend what’s going on. It takes Andy pushing his crotch into your ass, grinding your hips against the island and literally grabbing your wrists, making your hands grab the butter knife and a cookie before your brain catches up. With shaky fingers, you push the knife through the icing and slather it on one of the small, round, golden brown cookies.

“Good girl,” he praises, pecking your cheek, nuzzling into the side of your face, “Daddy wants you to focus.”

He drags his warm palms up your forearms, stroking gently before they fall to your sides. They push up into your hoodie, fingertips glancing across sensitive, untouched skin. Small laughter vibrates through his chest as you jump and gasp, huffing and keening as he explores.

Little kisses are pressed to your temple and side of your face as his hands venture up your sides, curling around your rib cage until he’s grasping your bare tits in both hands, squeezing and kneading— hissing as he grinds his rigidly hard cock into your ass.

You freeze, body going stiff as nimble fingers play with your thick, piqued nipples. Warm lips nip at your neck as you push back into his hips, wiggling slowly, the thin cotton of your shorts not proving to be much of a barrier at all.

Andy reaches around, plucking the cookie out of your hand and pops it into his mouth just as his free hand skips down your stomach— right into your shorts. You jut your hips forward as his fingers plunge through your folds, massaging your clit slowly as he murmurs in your ear.

“That’s what I love about virgins. The slightest little touch gets you all worked up.” He pulls his hand from your shorts, holding it out for you to see your slick coating his fingers— a string connecting from his index finger to the middle. He brings his wet fingers to your lips, steel eyes peering at you as he waits, “Clean ‘em up.”

He slides his free hand back into your sweatshirt, pushing it up over your tits before he tweaks your left nipple, rolling it slow as he pushes the tips of his fingers into your mouth. Sweet, tiny little whines sound from you as you accept his long fingers into your mouth, starting to suck gently, the taste of your arousal exploding on your tongue.

“That’s right, just like that baby.” He reassures, slipping a hand back into your panties.

Your mouth goes slack around his fingers as he toys with you, rubbing your achy clit as your hips start to move with his rhythm. Resting your weight against his sturdy body, you moan loud, pushing out hard breaths, eyes slipping closed, head rolling on his shoulder as his wet fingers slip from your mouth back to your left nipple.

His fingers start to tease your slit, pushing gently, slowly, until… a sharp yelp fills the kitchen as two fingers stuff you full. Andy wraps his arm around your waist, holding you to him, cooing in your ear as he continues to push in, “You’re okay baby. I know, I know sweet girl, we’re almost there. Just a bit more.”

Tears sting your eyes as your face strains from the pressure and pain of being spread for the first time. Once his fingers have disappeared, the heel of his palm pressing against your folds and clit, he pulls your chin towards him and licks at your mouth, sucking air in between his teeth.

“I can’t wait to fuck this sweet pussy,” he kisses you quick and hard, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before he releases you with a loud smack, “I love a virgin cunt. It’s been a while since I’ve had one.”

You squeak when his fingers start to move, slow, deep, a squelch sounding as his fingers push into your muscles. It hurts, but there’s a twinge of good, something inside of you being pleasured once you push past the pain. The sweet taste of pleasure doesn’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks as his fingers pick up a brisk pace.

Andy growls in your ear, the sound scratching at the back of his throat, kind of hollow and breathy as he grinds his cock into your ass, “You havent fucked yourself like this before? I didn’t think I’d hurt you this bad with just my fingers, baby.”

A hot, rough wetness slides along your cheek, his tongue, lapping at you. You grab onto his forearm, feeling his muscles tense and flex as he fingers your innocence, digging your nails into the thick Shetland wool sweater covering his torso. He pushes deep, suddenly, making you cry out again.

He grunts, snaking his hand up into your hoodie to take a firm hold of your tit. Resting his forehead to the back of your head, he quickens his fingers, his hot breath on the back of your neck, quick swipes of his tongue and lips against your hypersensitive skin— making the miniscule hairs on your body stand on end.

His palm presses against your clit with each shove of his fingers. Strapping, hard chest flattened to your back, loud, husky moans in your ear. His hips roll and push, writhe into yours as his fingers start to thrash. Teeth sink into your shoulder, his tongue sliding and sweeping.

“Andy—” you cry, whimpering like a child, “It hurts. I— I can’t,”

“Oh, sweetheart.” His fingers slow and then stop, pulling out of you to rub your clit, soothing the balmy flesh. He turns you around in his arms as you cry, lifting you right from your feet, “I’m sorry. Shh, shh, I’m sorry, baby.”

The instant warmth of his mammoth chest and arms soothe the tumultuous pangs of anxiety coursing through you. Nuzzling in, the softness of his beard helps ease your nerves as you wrap two jelly arms around his neck. Andy’s big hands push up and down your back as he murmurs sweet nothings. Stomach tight, heart fluttering, face hot and wet with tears— you’re properly overwhelmed and overstimulated, and Andy could just eat it all up.

“You are so pretty when you cry, you know that? You did so good, baby. You took my fingers so well.”

You huff, disappointed, pushing your face deeper into his neck, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” he whispers, “It’s okay to not be ready.” He sits you back on your feet, pulling and adjusting your sweatshirt back over your chest. He pecks your lips quick before cupping your face in his hands, “It’s gonna make our first time together so much better.”

He pushes in to kiss you again, but stops, just as his lips brush yours. You get up on your tiptoes, wanting to meet his mouth but he’s quick, pulling away and stealing another cookie as he takes a step back.

“Thanks for the cookies, sweetheart.”

And just like that, with a wink and a smile, he’s moving out of the kitchen, the front door slamming behind him.

It might as well be the middle of a Texas summer heatwave in your bedroom. Exasperated, you throw the covers away from your body, skin slick with sweat as you wipe at your forehead. You’ve been like this all day— hot and irritated, stomach and mind jumbled, unable to focus on much of anything but thoughts of depravity. Pissed off at yourself more than anything; that you couldn’t take it all.

You sit up in the dark room, a sliver of moonlight spilling in from behind the thin curtains over your window. Snow flakes float down from the sky, glimmering, basking in the soft, natural light of the moon. Thoughts of Andy return. Reddened, full lips on your face, his soft, velvety, pink tongue forging its own path in the uncharted territory that is your mouth. His hands, big and warm, pinching and grabbing, pushing in deep.

Every muscle in your body clenches; achy cunt squeezing around nothing.

A soft light illuminates from the nightstand, followed by a buzz, a random alert from your twitter. But then, oh but then— Andy’s words come floating back to you. Better yet, let me give you my number. The sleek iphone is in your hand within seconds, fingers sliding over the keyboard, shooting off a text.

You 1:15am

You up?

Andy B. 1:17am

What’s a smart girl like you doing up so late on Christmas Eve?

An influx of air fills your lungs as your heart leaps.

You 1:17am

I can’t sleep…

Andy B. 1:18am

Want me to help with that?

You won’t be getting much sleep tho…

You 1:18am

That’s what I’m hoping…

Andy B. 1:19am

LOL, okay smarty pants, come wait for Santa with me, front door’s open

You’re already halfway down the stairs by the time his invite slides across the screen. You shove your feet into your Ugg boots at the bottom of the staircase and grab your jacket from the coat rack, pushing into it as you throw open the front door. Crossing your arms over your chest, you jog down the steps of the porch and start for Andy’s, an instant chill rattling right down to your bones.

Footprints in the snow follow you as you cross the lawn, a light crunch sounding underneath your feet, adding to the whoosh of a breeze that rips through the sleepy street. Once you’re on Andy’s porch, you reach for the door, pushing through the threshold and closing it softly with a click.

The house is dark, and quiet, a tiny point of light coming from the kitchen and the random ticks of a clock somewhere deep. Your jacket hits the floor, ugg boots thump against the wall as you kick them off, hand slides along the banister as you climb the stairs slow. Wide eyes adjust to the dark as you pad slowly down the long hall, passing by one closed door, and then another until you reach one that’s slightly ajar. Light spills out of it, splashing over your bare toes as you step right up to it, fingertips pushing against the door.

You find Andy propped up against his headboard, chest bare, legs spread— hard, pink cock sticking out of his boxers, gripped tight in his hand. He flips his eyes to yours as he strokes himself slow, pushing his hips into it, groaning at the sight of you.

The air in your body— the room— is sucked right out as you lock eyes. With a blink, your greedy eyes are on the move, down his hair smattered chest and chiseled stomach, over the dark blue boxer briefs, down his meaty thighs and toned calves, right to his curled toes and back up again.

You have to bite your lip to keep quiet.

“I’ve been,” the words out of his mouth come to a halt being replaced by a low grunt as he squeezes his cock, precum dribbling out of his slit, “Shit sweetheart, I’ve been thinking about you all day. Haven’t been able to cum since you left me all worked up.”

You bleat softly, blinking wild and nervous as you watch his hand slide up and down, palm and fingers sweeping over his mushroom head to collect the droplets of his arousal to push it down his shaft.

“Well, come on. Come touch me.”

It’s a good thing your feet aren’t as stupid as your brain, or else you’d still be standing in place. Before you can get your mind to catch up, you're pulling yourself towards the edge of the bed, falling forward, catching yourself with your hands. Crawling between his legs, your tank top hangs low, Andy’s eyes peering down your cleavage before you sit on your knees— hands trembling.

He reaches for you, grabbing your wrist gently, pulling your hand towards his towering cock. Guiding you slow, he wraps your hand around him, his hips jerking soft at the warmth of your palm and pushes your hand down to his base, before dragging it up to the tip. He helps you for a few more strokes, twisting your hand around him, guiding your fingers up over his cock head and then back down, squeezing your hand to apply a gentle pressure.

“That’s right, baby—ah—” he hisses, jutting his hips up into your hand, “Shit.”

You continue to pump him after his hand falls away, relishing in the small noises that sound from him— sending your heart soaring. His hips pulse into your hand, eyes fluttering as more cum bubbles out, slipping and sliding over your fingers. Andy reaches for the lamp on the nightstand, turning it out, covering the room in darkness except for the moon.

He’s beautiful like this. Chest tight and shuddering with each breath, dark eyelashes splayed over fair skin, a chorus of sweet, small little whines and praise pouring from him. A soft pink blush unfurling over his broad chest, creeping up his neck.

“Fuck baby,” breathless and strained, “You’re a fuckin’ pro already. My smart little girl.” You suck your bottom lip into your mouth but still can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners, “Oh, you like that?” Andy smiles lazily, “You like being my smart little girl?”

Hot lips are on yours before you can even form your mouth to answer. Flipped onto your back, strong hips digging into yours, his cock pushing against your covered clit and slit as he kisses you hard. It takes your breath away.

You’d always thought you’d be awkward, stiff and unknowing, once you finally reached this moment— nothing but teeth and elbows and knees in all the wrong places— but, there’s a natural instinct coming into play. You’re lost, but somehow intricately aware. Fingers creep up his biceps and curl around his shoulder blades, digging in as your hips push back into his. Mouth leans into the feverish kisses, tongue sliding with his.

Colossal hands push into your shorts, pushing them down before his feet knock them off the rest of the way. Your top is rucked up, up over your breasts, exposing more brown skin, two soft, jiggling mounds, two piqued nipples soon sucked into a warm, wet mouth. A long middle finger toys with your clit, rubbing circles before more fingers join, slipping through slick and skin as they play.

“Tell me,” hot, whispered words sting in your ear, “Tell me you like being my smart girl.”

Hips dig into yours once more, hard cock pushing against your sensitive nub, then pressing at your opening. You grab the back of his neck, moaning hard and loud as electricity bounces through your veins, “Andy—” you squeak, “I like—”

A sharp cry breaks through the words as Andy pushes hard, spearing you for the very first time. Pressure and pain courses through you, body going tight and stiff as he sinks deeper and deeper, large palms on your cheeks, forehead to yours, warm breaths and ragged, choked grunts washing over your face.

Hard kisses— one, two, three— on your lips as he holds your face, his eyes closed, mouth hanging as he sinks, sinks, sinks until you’ve taken him all. Your head is empty. Devoid of any real, coherent thoughts, unable to focus on any one thing; well, nothing other than the fullness.

“Tell me you like being my smart girl.” Andy rasps, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to keep himself together. He shifts, hips pulling away from yours, cock dragging out, “Come on baby, tell me you like it.”

Andy pushes his hips, pushes back into you, but real gentle and smooth, knowing you’re teetering— overwhelmed in more ways than one, a feeling that can turn south on a dime. So, he keeps his hands on your face, thumbs rubbing soft circles. He opens his eyes, giving you something to focus on as he moves gently— so, so gently. Keeping you present.

“Use those words, sweet girl. Talk to me.”

Water fills your eyes as you grip, nails biting into the meat of his sides as he fucks you slow and sweet. Heat burns through you, tiny sounds, choked sobs scratch at the back of your throat, but it’s good— feels so good. Your legs push up and around his waist, hands start to snake up his sinewy back, feeling the muscles flex and tighten as he makes you a woman— makes you his.

Safe. Warm. Cocooned between his heavy body and the light mattress. Hips rolling, pushing and pulling. Hot breath over hot skin. Quick, jumbled words, thick and ripe with a heady lust. You like being his smart girl. Gripping fingers, around your face, your wrists, your tits, hips, thighs, ankles— everywhere you could possibly imagine.

Andy flips you over suddenly, his back now pressed into the mattress as you lay on top of him. He positions you right where he wants you— sitting you up straight, positioning your hands against his brawny chest. He encases your waist with those massive hands, squeezing tight before the pads of his fingers drag along your thighs as you wiggle, getting used to the new position.

“Push up— that’s right, sweetheart,” he sighs softly as you follow his direction, “Now sit back down— slowly, baby, go slow.” His head falls back on the pillows as he exhales, a groan trembling through his chest, “God, yeah babe. Good girl. Up and down, up and down.”

Your fingers push through the tuft of soft, dark hair covering his chest as you ride him, lifting and sitting, rolling and bucking as you get a hang of it— catch a feel— your clit rubbing against his taut skin. You feel Andy trying to keep his composure, feel him trying to restrain himself, his hips. Watch his eyes flutter and close as his mouth goes slack again as he pushes up into you, meeting your increasingly greedy thrusts downward.

“I’m your smart girl,” you whisper, heart beating hard and fast in your chest as your confidence grows, “I’ve always wanted to be your smart girl.”

He jams up into you, much harder than anything you’ve felt so far.

A sharp yelp cracks into the silence and he grabs your wrists, runs his hands up your arms, before he cups your face, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t know it was gonna sound so sweet,” he laughs, “God, I fucking love hearing you say that.”

He drops a hand back to your chest, grabbing a handful of your tit, toying with your nipple, pinching and pulling. His other hand wraps around your hip again, helping to pull you forward, as he thrusts soft. You don’t move; you just let him fuck up into you, grab his hands and thread your fingers with his as you bounce.

Thrusts get faster; hips hurried, jabbing. Wet rasps fill the room, octaves soaring. You fall forward a little, unclasping his hands to catch yourself against his chest. Andy’s hands are back around your waist and hips as you fuck down onto him, chasing that little, dull ache in the pit of your stomach that grows with each push of his hips.

Andy has two full handfuls of your ass, growling loud, hips faltering— losing control as he forces you down on him. You take each hard thrust, tears spilling down your cheeks, pleasure and pain all wrapped up into one. Sweat and heat crawls along your skin, stomach goes tight, throat dries. You dig your fingers into his chest as your toes curl, whimpering and crying out, choking as the pressure builds.

You tighten— freeze quick, gasp hard as a white hot orgasm floods your veins, like a molten lava, oozing, spreading. Flattening yourself to Andy’s chest, you let him wrap his arms around your back and hold you tight as he fucks you through it. The meat of his thighs slapping against yours, your cunt sounding wet and filthy, squelching and convulsing as you come.

There’s another heat, quick and dense, filling you as Andy’s grunts grow deeper. His grip on your ass tightens as he spurts— your used cunt coaxing long, hot ribbons of white silk from his sensitive, red cock head. He falls out of you, dick wet and hard, pushing through your ass cheeks as his hips still churn out of habit and inherent instinct.

Hands are on your head, fingers wiping at your face and forehead, pushing hair away. You’re embarrassed— not sure why— and nuzzle into his neck, hiding your face as you tuck your hands into your chest protectively. Another laugh sounds from him, vibrates through you, as he kisses your forehead and rubs his bearded cheek against your face.

“You’re a sweet girl,” honeyed, his voice, smooth and sweet, slow drags of his hands up and down your back lulling you, calming you, suddenly nervous, “My sweet, smart little baby. You okay?” you nod, but it isn’t good enough, “Tell me.”

“I’m okay.” You sniffle, eyelashes clumped, cheeks wet, lips swollen and red.

You nuzzle into him more, taking a deep breath as you listen to his heartbeat. Another silence fills the room, Andy’s breaths soon turn deep, slow and rhythmic, his hands and fingers coming to a slow stop but still splayed out over your back. A quick press of your lips against his neck makes him shift, but doesn’t wake him. You press another on his chin before you settle down into him once more, watching as snow starts to fall again.

There’s a Christmas present sitting at the edge of the bed when you wake the next morning, your name scrawled out on the name tag. You tear into it, pulling out a small white box, the name LELO embossed over the top. Eyebrows firmly furrowed, you turn it over in your hand, mouth falling open as you read the description and eye the two twenty karat gold Ben Wa beads.

Andy appears in the doorway, a steaming cup in his hand, a smile on his face, “Merry Christmas. Santa came for you, huh?”

“Merry Christmas,” you glance away, “I don’t have anything for you.”

“That’s okay,” he shrugs, “I was a bit presumptuous after our little rendezvous in the kitchen— ordered those from Amazon yesterday.” He pads towards you, leaning down to kiss you quick before he hands you the hot mug, “Are you okay?”

A nervous giggle escapes through your lips, your head falling as you cover your mouth with your hand, “Mmhmm.”

Andy tips your head back upwards, pushing his index finger underneath your chin, smiling again before he kisses you all sweet and soft and slow, making you go all stupid and gooey again.

“What are these for?” You ask after he pulls away a few moments later.

His eyes twinkle in the sunlight as he winks, “Training. Now, lay back and spread your legs for daddy, little one.”

[themuseic]

Day 23: Vicarphilia

Adam Sackler x fem!Reader, Mystery Boi x fem!Reader  / /  WC: 2,171

Warnings: Vicarphilia, Truth or Dare, Innocence Kink, Overstimulation, PIV Sex, Swearing, M Masturbation, Creampie. Overuse of Italics. 

| vicarphilia (n.) sexual arousal in response to hearing narratives about other people's (sexual) activities, experiences and behaviors |

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Uuuugh, you’re so boring. You always choose truth!” Your roommate feigns horrific offense, arching his spine over the back of the couch, his arms flailing in the air above him.

You laugh at him as you pick a warm piece of popcorn from the stainless steel bowl resting on top of your legs and toss it into your mouth. “Yeah, what would you dare me to do, Sackler?” 

Adam’s head pops over the plane of his chest, his thick eyebrow cocked and a smirk plastered across his face. “I’d dare you to live by a good, old fashioned, ‘no clothes in the house for a week’ rule.” Adam laughs. “Obviously.”

With a groan and a laugh that really captures how you wouldn’t have expected anything less, you smack a tasseled pillow square in the middle of his chest. His reflexes are faster than a cat’s and he clutches on to the plush decor for dear life. Adam giggles as you struggle to pull the pillow back from his grasp, and you both grunt over the struggle for a second longer than friendly before he releases it.

“And that,” you assert, as you snatch the pillow back from him, “that is exactly why I don’t choose dare.” 

The huff that escapes his chest is exasperated, but the shit-eating grin on his face is anything but. “Fine!” he hums, “suit yourself.”

You look at him, expectant. You gesture with your palm up, and tilt your head upwards. “And?”

“And what?”

“My truth?”

“Oh fuck you’re right! Hmmm,” Sackler grabs a stress ball from the couch's side table. “Describe how you lost your virginity.”

“Sackler!”

He holds his hands up in surrender, refusing to look you in the eyes. “Hey! It’s not my rules! Rules of the game say you have to answer, it’s not my fault that was the question that popped into my head!”

You bury your palms against your eyes and shake your head. “You quite literally chose the question”

“Well, are you going to answer?” When you look up, you are greeted by wide, hazel brown eyes staring you down. There’s a sort of desperation in his eyes that you are surprised by. Sure, you can understand horniness - you’ve lived with Adam Sackler for long enough that you know he is basically fuelled by being horny. You could even understand lust after that question but… desperation is something else. You’re intrigued. 

“Hmmm,” you look down at your foot and flick a crumpled sock across the room with your toe. “I don’t know. It was my virginity, do you really want to hear about that?”

“Fuck yeah kid, c’mon, spill.”

“Losing your virginity is so awkward though.”

Adam nods enthusiastically. “That’s half the fun! I wanna hear what weird and gross ways you got it in for the first time.” He leans over with one long, knobbed finger extended and jabs it into your ribcage, pulling a yelp from deep within you. You sigh loudly. “You really want to know?”

“Yeah, I reeeeaaaally want to know.”

You resign yourself to the fact that you’re about to let Sackler into this intimate memory of yours and take a deep breath in. “God, this is awkward. You probably know him.”

“What, he go to AA?”

You snap up another piece of popcorn from the bowl between the two of you. “No, he’s actually pretty well known. You know that director, Barber?”

“Yeah?”

“Him.”

You could almost hear Sackler’s jaw hitting the ground.

“No fucking way it was Charlie Barber.”

With a roll of your eyes, you drop your head back onto the edge of the couch, staring at the ceiling. “Yeah it was. We met at one of his performances, he was playing the lead in the same show he was directing.” You sigh, the sound bordering on wistful. “Our eyes met in like, the second scene? And for the rest of the time, I could have sworn he was talking to me every time he had a line.”

“You know, I heard he does that to all the pussy he tries to pick up. Plays his lines right to them.”

“Ugh, shut up Sackler.”

“Ooooookay, so and? Then what?”

“He took my virginity! That night. And that’s it.”

“Nu uh, you aren’t getting away with that, I said I wanted you to describe it. I’m talking dirty details, did he eat you out before? Did he just stick it in without even making sure your pussy was wet? Were you loud?” Sackler is an eager man, but you haven’t ever seen him quite so voracious before. “Does he do that thing when he’s already all the way in you but he pushes just a little deeper, like you like to be fucked?”

Your mouth falls open. “What the fuck Sackler, how’d you-”

He smirks. “I didn’t. Now I do.” Sackler breaks into cackles akin to a hyena’s.

Deadpan, you stare him down. “I’m gonna fucking kill you one day.”

Adam shrugs. “So what happened?”

He won’t let up, you know that. You shift in your seat. 

“Uhm. Well, after we had been chatting at the after party for a bit, he kissed me. For such a big, intimidating man, he’s gentle, you know?” You sigh as you run your fingers along the back of the couch, your cheek leaned against your shoulder. “But he heard me moan when he put his hand on my throat-“

“Yeah, you like that?” Adam interjects, leaning in towards you slightly. You don't miss how his chest heaves as he asks hopefully, desperate to hear the details of your first fuck. 

You glare at him, if only to subdue the fluttering heartbeat in your chest. “So,” you continue with an eye roll Sackler is sure to catch, “He took me back to his apartment. He laid me back and kissed down my body, peeling the clothing from me as he did.” You take a breath and prop your head up on your palm, grounding yourself as you forge ahead with the story. You’re painfully aware of Sackler’s eager eyes on you. “When he had me naked, he told me to spread my legs and show him how I liked to be touched. And so I - Jesus fucking Christ do you have a hard on right now?”

Sackler throws his hands up in no attempt to cover the glaringly obvious erection he boasts. “What! It’s fucking hot, what do you expect?” His eyes are wide and he’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Is it really my fault that I didn’t expect you to get this horny over my story?”

Sackler shrugs, and you choose to ignore it all. You’re in this deep, and honestly? You can’t help but admit that you’re enjoying it. 

“Fine,” you concede, “but I’ll get you back one day.”

“Sure, kid.”

You feel yourself grow warm at his nickname for you, and at the anticipation of the words about to leave your mouth. “So. He told me to show him so I, uh. I did.” 

“What did you do?” Sacker's voice is low, gravelly, as he asks you to elaborate. It’s… sexy. 

“I,” you take a deep breath in, “I spread my pussy lips and put one finger in me while I rubbed my clit with the heel of my hand.”

Adam groans, his eyes squeezed shut and his head thrown over the back of the couch. “Shit kid, that’s so fucking hot.” 

You can't help but smile as he praises you, and you catch how he bucks his hips slightly. And then you’re hit with an idea. “You like this story Adam?”

He nods frantically, his eyes shooting open to stare at you. “It’s super hot hearing about it.”

A grin flashes across your face. “Touch yourself then.” 

Sackler’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. “Huh?”

“Touch yourself while I talk,” you shrug. “Let me see what it’s doing to you.” Adam’s mouth gapes open, rivaling the face of a fish, before he is swiftly shucking his bottoms off. 

His hard cock bobs free, so proud and so hard. It’s already leaking precum over his groin, staining his shorts and coating his hand as he wraps his fingers around it. Somehow, he still manages to look huge, even with his large hand against it for comparison. And then he begins to stroke himself, long and languid, while he waits for you to start speaking again. 

“And he was kneeling over me, watching me finger myself and jerking his cock when he finally ran his finger up my pussy. He asked me if I had ever been touched there before.” You can feel your own arousal mounting as you tell Sackler the story. “And just when I said no, he slid his finger into me.” 

Sackler moans when you say this, fisting his cock even harder. “I bet you’re so fuckin’ tight. Like a vice.” His words bring a smile to your face, and you continue. “So Charlie opened me up on his fingers to get me ready for his cock, telling me how good I was, how wet I was for him. And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more teasing, he pushed into me with his entire cock.”

Sackler moans and his head jerks forward to gaze at you. “Yeah?” he urges, breathless. “How did it feel?”

You sigh, holding his stare with your own. “It felt like he was splitting me in half, like he could barely fit in my cunt.”

“Jesus christ kid, you keep talking like that and I’m going to cum.” 

A satisfied hum rumbles through your chest as you realize - that’s exactly what you want to happen. You lean forward on spread palms towards Sackler, dropping the timbre of your voice and softening your eyes. “And then Charlie started to thrust into me, faster, faster, faster.” You don’t miss how the pace of Sackler’s hand picks up with your words. ”He was soft at first, just so he didn’t hurt me, but as he felt me adjust to the size of him, he got harder. He pushed me into the mattress, covering me with his big, strong body and biting at my neck any chance he got. When he could feel me clenching around him and I knew I didn’t have long, he reached his hand in between us and rubbed my hard clit until I came so hard I saw stars.” You bite your lips, watching as Sackler fists himself. “I know I screamed.” Your voice is dripping with arousal, just to see how Sackler falls apart at your words. And you can’t really help it. 

Adam is panting. His hand that isn’t wrapped around his cock strangles the arm of the couch. A vein in his neck is popped from the strain, and he looks at you with big eyes, an unspoken plea for you to keep talking, to help him tip over the edge he chases. 

You crawl even closer now to him, pushing a lock of his hair behind his ear, and you lean in close. 

“And you know what Sackler? You were right, he showed me that I like to be pushed. So even after I came, he sank into me further, harder. Charlie didn’t let up until I was crying, begging, for his cum. And when he gave it to me?” You suck in a sharp breath, letting the memory wash over you. “He filled me up so tightly I felt like I was going to have cum in me for days.” You drag out the “s” and nudge Sacker’s ear with your nose. The minute your skin connects with his, Adam is done for. He cums with a shout, white streaks spurting from the end of his cock. He groans and swears with his orgasm, fucking himself through it with his hand. 

As you watch Adam Sackler, your roommate Adam Sackler, unravel at the story of how you lost your virginity, you notice how heavily you are panting. It’s impossible to ignore the slick that has gathered at the apex of your thighs as you watch him slow the stroke of his hand. “Fuuuuuck kid,” he pants, “you’re something else, you know that?” Adam pushes his fingers through his hair with a deep exhale. “That was so fucking hot.” 

Your brow quirks up at his statement, and a grin overtakes your face. “Want to repay me?” 

Adam’s eyes flick to yours and you can see how his face lights up. “Can I?” Your hands drift to the waistband of your bottoms, and you lift your hips to shimmy them off of your body. “Why don’t you tell me how you would have treated me for my first time, and then maybe we can try some of them together?” You bite at your lip as you smirk at him.

“Oooooh fuck yeah kid. Get comfy, kid. I’ll tell you how much better I would have treated you than Charlie Barber, you just wait.”

[weareallstoriesintheend]

WEAREALLSTORIESINTHEEND - ADCU MASTERLIST

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ADCU ONE SHOTS

Adam Sackler

Bashful and Beautiful (One Shot)

Childish (One Shot)

Say You Love Me (One Shot)

Happy (One Shot)

Deity (Sub!Sackler; One Shot) 🔥

All Mine (Sub!Sackler; One Shot) 🔥

Bookworm (One shot. Requested) 🔥

As Long As You Need (One shot; Written for @adcuficexchange)

Greedy (One Shot; Requested) 🔥

Earned It (Sub!Sackler; One Shot) 🔥

Not Yours To Bear (One shot; Requested)

Pinky Promises (One Shot; Requested)

Charlie Barber

Wonderful (One Shot)

Heavy (One Shot) Wicked (One Shot; Co-written with @ladyinwriting18) 🔥

Just give me time (One Shot)

- Golden (Part two of Just Give Me Time)

Can This Be Mine? (One Shot; Requested) 🔥

Barista With Benefits (One Shot; written as part of @adcuficexchange)

Clyde Logan

Sing For Me Princess (One Shot)

You're Here (One Shot)

First Date (One Shot. Anon Request)

Home (One Shot)

Sometimes (One Shot)

Birthday Princess (One Shot. Request) 🔥

Stargazing (One Shot; Request)

Take Your Medicine (One Shot; Request)

It's Always Been You (One Shot; Anon Request)

Flip Zimmerman

Just One Date (One Shot)

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

I'm Glad It Was You (Ben Solo - One Shot)

Protector (OC!Knight of Ren. Kylo Ren - One Shot)

Meant to Be (Sub!Kylo. One Shot) 🔥

Paterson

I Have You (One Shot; Request)

ADCU Series

Safe & Sound (Clyde x Reader)  I've Got You (Part 2) 🔥 His Girl (Part 3) Fun Fair (Part 4) 🔥

AU NBA!Kylo Ren - (Collab series with @saynotoshityouhate​)

Part 1 

Part 2  🔥

Adam Sackler x Plus-size!Reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

HEADCANONS/DRABBLES

Clyde giving you beard burn 🔥

Facetiming with Sackler 🔥

Favourite things about Sackler

Watching him play Basketball

"Why are you scared of loving?" with Clyde

Flip will always show you some appreciation 🔥

Clyde takes you stargazing

Charlie reading to you in the park

Sackler finds an old camera and won't leave you alone

Brains are Dumb with Sackler

Building a pillow fort with Phillip Altman

How They React To You Being A Virgin (ADCU Boys) 🔥

Clyde walks in on you using a toy 🔥

Fluffy Sackler complimenting you

Koala Hugs with Sackler

[mrs-gucci]

december of delivering masterlist

(I’m finally posting this lol, sorry y’all)

✦ works with smutty or nsfw content will be marked with a ** at the end of their title ✦

Steam in the Locker Room (3.1k words) ** boxer!Flip Zimmerman x FBI agent!Reader

Returning Your Letter (1.78k words) ** Captain Hook!Kylo Ren x Reader

Adult Swim, Part 3  Charlie Barber x virgin!Reader

Old Flames  quidditch coach!Jacques Le Gris x professor!Reader

[jynzandtonic]

A quick post for some WIP accountability...

PUBLISHING:

What to Expect - Ch. 11 by Monday, August 30th

Basic Instinct - Ch. 8 by Wednesday, September 1st

WRITING IN SEPTEMBER TO PUBLISH OCTOBER:

Beating Hearts - Ch. 1-5 (zombie!Ronnie Peterson x reader)

ADCU Kinktober Prompts (300-1500 words each)

WRITING IN OCTOBER:

ADCU Fall 2021 Fic Exchange

Date Night (Matt the Radar Tech x Reader)

Ask Her - Part 2 (Adam Sackler x Reader x Charlie Barber)

What to Expect - Ch. 12 

Professor!Paterson AU

WRITING IN DECEMBER:

Virgin!Ronnie Peterson x Virgin!Reader fic

Probably a bunch of other stupid shit knowing me

[mrs-gucci]

mrs-gucci writes Charlie Barber

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𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 You Have To Crawl Before You Can(not) Walk  When The Cat’s Away...  A Different Kind of Urgent  Adult Swim {Charlie Barber x virgin!Reader three-parter}  pt. one  pt. two  Casting Couch  Knees [blurb] Beneath Your Skirt (2021 Fourth of July Celebration request)  Heat Wave [blurb] 

𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 Lunch Line (professor!charlie) [blurb] “Street Market” + “Late Morning” + “Sundress” [drabble] Red White & Blue [blurb] (2021 Fourth of July Celebration request) 

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dr. barber au

𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 A Full Examination  Anatomy Lesson 

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[jynzandtonic]

Hi Z!! Could you tell us (if you feel comfortable ofc) what’s your WIP list? Like what’s coming next 👀

Oh my gosh YES okay!!! Obviously, I've taken a little break from putting out full-length fics but I am getting back into the SWING of things right now!

I have Way Too Many Fucking Wips™️ for starters. I also (annoyingly) keep getting ideas for more, which distracts me from finishing shit that I really ought to. That said, here's the general lineup:

ON DECK:

What to Expect (Ch. 11) - Baby Daddy!Adam Sackler x Reader

Date Night - Feral!Matt x Reader

A currently untitled Professor!Paterson x Student!Reader fic

Chance Encounters - Slowburn, angsty Adam Sackler x Reader

Oh my god am I writing a fucking A/B/O piece? I might be...

LATER DOWN THE LINE:

You Can, You Must, You Shall - Toby Grisoni x Traveling!Reader

you meet Toby in Spain and quickly realize how much trouble he is

Meet Me in Moab - Vanlife!Rick Smolan x Outdoorsy!Reader, Modern AU

Rick is an outdoor photographer traveling and living in a WV Westfalia… and you might just join him for the ride

Anything You Need - Sugar Daddy!Paul Sevier x Reader

you seek out a sugaring arrangement, but you realize it may not be all about the benjamins

Splash - William McTavish x Reader, Next-Door-Neighbors AU

the single dad next door has an amazing pool, and with a July as hot as this, there’s no way you aren’t hopping that fence

A currently-untitled Professor!Dan Jones x Reader fic

Never Have I Ever - Virgin!Ronnie Peterson x Virgin!Reader

you and Ronnie make a pact that if neither of you lose your virginity by next year, and oh, does time fly

Rumble - Clyde Logan x Reader

you’re having a hard time cumming, so Clyde picks up some… reinforcements

A Great American Pastime - Phillip Altman x Reader

ruining a perfectly nice sunday drive with bratty!phillip

Beating Hearts - Zombie!Ronnie Peterson x Reader (saving for Halloween)

Ronnie doesn’t make it during the zombie apocalypse in Centerville… but he doesn’t seem like a *normal* zombie

Patience is a Virtue - Daddy!Charlie Barber x sub!Reader

straight up orgasm denial/edging/overstimulation PWP lolz

AAAAAND SOME THREESOME FICS

Family Reunion - Clyde Logan x Ronnie Peterson x Reader

You meet Ronnie’s first cousin, Clyde, at a Logan family reunion, and decide you’d like the two-for-one family discount

Hotshot - Mando!Ronnie x Din Djarin x Reader

YUP. RONNIE FETT AND MANDO DOUBLE TEAM YOU

A yet-to-be-titled Ronnie Peterson x Joel x Reader collabo-fic with beskarbabs!

Zombie lore. Smut. Fuck yeah.

THERE ARE A FEW MORE BUT I REALLY NEED TO SHUT UP AT THIS POINT SO I'LL LEAVE IT HERE XOXOXOXO

[jynzandtonic]

Okay, because a few of you have been asking, here’s my current lineup of immediate WIPs (that just got... larger), probably in the order they’ll be posted:

(Charlie Barber x Reader x Dan Jones) - Pt. 1/2

What to Expect (Adam Sackler x Reader) - Ch. 9

(Charlie Barber x Reader x Dan Jones) - Pt. 2/2

PROFESSOR PATERSON AU!! (Paterson x Reader) - Ch. 1

(Charlie Barber x Reader x Toby Grisoni) 

Hotshot (Mando!Ronnie Peterson x Reader x Din Djarin)

theeeennnnn pegging Clyde, Flip multichap, Clyde x Reader x Ronnie threesome, virgin!Ronnie x virgin!Reader, a bunch of other shit, JFC what is wrong with me...

[jynzandtonic]

WIP Titles

Thanks for tagging me, @sacklerscumrag​, @mariesackler, @starlightsearches, and @finn-ray-nal-beads! Y’all are so sweet and I can’t wait to read your fics xoxo! I have... one zillion WIPs, which is part of the reason I never get shit done. Oops. Here are some of the things I’m in the process of expelling from my Nasty Little Rat Brain:

Chaptered Things I’m Finishing:

Cake - Adam Sackler x Reader 

pegging fic ayoo

Holds Two Nicely - Ronnie Peterson x Reader 

spanking and butt-stuff galore

The Dungeon Master - Matt the Radar Tech x Reader 

Matt teaches you a lesson for interrupting DnD night

What to Expect - Baby Daddy!Adam Sackler x Reader 

pregnancy fic uwuuu

Multi-Chapter Fics:

Sweeter than Honey - Flip Zimmerman x File Clerk!Reader 

i’ve literally had like 6 chapters of this sitting in my drafts for 8 months *facepalm

You Can, You Shall, You Must - Toby Grisoni x Travelling!Reader 

you meet Toby in Spain and quickly realize how much trouble he is

Meet Me in Moab - Vanlife!Rick Smolan x Outdoorsy!Reader, Modern AU - (saving for spring) 

Rick is an outdoor photographer traveling and living in a WV Westfalia... and you might just join him for the ride

Anything You Need - Sugar Daddy!Paul Sevier x Reader 

you seek out a sugaring arrangement, but you realize it may not be all about the benjamins

Splash - William McTavish x Reader, Next-Door-Neighbors AU - probably saving this for summer 

the single dad next door has an amazing pool, and with a July as hot as this, there’s no way you aren’t hopping that fence

A currently-untitled Professor!Dan Jones x Reader fic

Oneshots:

Never Have I Ever - Virgin!Ronnie Peterson x Virgin!Reader 

you and Ronnie make a pact that if neither of you lose your virginity by next year, and oh, does time fly

Rumble - Clyde Logan x Reader 

you’re having a hard time cumming, so Clyde picks up some... reinforcements

A Great American Pastime - Phillip Altman x Reader

ruining a perfectly nice sunday drive with bratty!phillip

Beating Hearts - Zombie!Ronnie Peterson x Reader (probably saving for next Halloween)

Ronnie doesn’t make it during the zombie apocalypse in Centerville... but he doesn’t seem like a *normal* zombie

Patience is a Virtue - Daddy!Charlie Barber x sub!Reader

straight up orgasm denial/edging/overstimulation PWP lolz

THREESOME FICS AYEE:

Family Reunion - Clyde Logan x Ronnie Peterson x Reader

You meet Ronnie’s first cousin, Clyde, at a Logan family reunion, and decide you’d like the two-for-one family discount

Hotshot - Mando!Ronnie x Din Djarin x Reader 

YUP. RONNIE FETT AND MANDO DOUBLE TEAM YOU

aaaand as of today (eeeeee!) a yet-to-be-titled Flip Zimmerman x Javier Peña x Reader collabo-fic with @beskarbabs​!

Tagging just for funsies: @the-sacredtexts @millenialcatlady @ohdamnadam @maybe-your-left @beskarbabs @bloodkylo and ANYONE who wants to join xo!

[mrs-gucci]

Hi Mrs Gucci, I hope you’re well. May I ask what you’re working on and what you hope to publish next? Thank you

hello, hello! I hope you are well, too, nonny, and I send you love <3 (also, have I mentioned how much I enjoy being referred to as ‘Mrs. Gucci’? I love it haha, so thank you!!)

I'm always more than happy to share what I've got in the works, thank you so much for inquiring!

here are just a few of the tricks I've got up my sleeve at the moment! (these top 3 are in order of their likely release times, meaning that the top one is probably the one that'll get finished/released the soonest)

"Final Revenge": pirate!Captain Phillip "Flip" Zimmerman x Reader

concept: you're a captive of battle (and one of Blackbeard's wives!) after Captain Phillip's black fleet seized your husband's ship. now, he wants to have you, all to himself.

"Casting Couch": Charlie Barber x Reader

concept: you're Nicole's long-time actress rival, always going back and forth with her for various roles in Hollywood. Charlie's newly divorced and set to head his first Broadway production in LA, and he's never one to pass up on an opportunity to spite his ex-wife. luckily, you're right there with him on that line of thinking.

"Behind the Scenes": dom!Henry McHenry x sub!Reader

concept: Henry calls you and asks you to join him backstage pre-show, which isn't unusual...until he asks you to wear his favorite set of lingerie and bring a bag full of various mystery items.

and here are a few other things I've got in the works. these'll likely take a bit of time to come out.

-all of this round's requests (most are untitled/not started as of now, but a few of the characters you'll be seeing in those requests are: pirate!Captain Phillip "Flip" Zimmerman, Sir Kylo Ren & Prince Kylo Ren (medieval!AU), Clyde Logan, and Henry McHenry!) -"In Your Sleep" (Matt the Radar Tech. x Reader) -"Adult Swim, Part 3 of 3" (Charlie Barber x virgin!Reader) -"Coming Home, Sequel to 'Missing You'" for my dear sweet nonny:) (Ronnie Peterson x Reader) -"For Your Pleasure, Sequel to 'Subliminal Pleasures'" (anesthesiologist!Kylo Ren x Reader)

hopefully these have wet your appetite for what's to come next from me and given you some stuff to look forward to!! thanks again for asking :)