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strangerquinns · 2 years
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I have a request for you! Stiles and female reader in bed and they’re sleeping he wakes up and just stares at her and runs his hand over her naked back and she wakes up and smut ensues
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Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader
18+ for sexual situations
morning sex with stiles
The sun streamed in through the window behind his headboard, stretching its bright yellow rays across his face. Stiles' face scrunched up slightly as his sleep was interrupted. Slowly his mind and body began to wake up. Stiles stifled a yawn before his brown eyes blinked awake - the first thing his eyes see is you. The blanket draped around your waist and left the upper part of your back exposed to him.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he moved closer to you. Stiles bent down and pressed his lips against your bare shoulder while his hands wrapped around your waist, his hand spanning over your lower stomach. You moaned softly in your sleep, not fully waking, but relaxing into his touch.
His smile tugged up his lips a little more before his hand moved back around so it traveled up your back. The soft caress of his fingers dancing across your skin began to slowly wake up you as well. Your face nuzzled into the pillow beneath your head and moaned softly as Stiles' scent surrounded you.
"Mmmm, Stiles..." You moaned as his fingers moved along the side of your chest and teased your nipple slightly. "...baby,"
"Morning beautiful," His voice was deeper from his sleep still, a roughness to it that had you whimpering for a different reason.
"We didn't wake up last night...what if your dad came and checked on you?" You slowly turned to face him, shifting your body closer to his till both your legs intertwined together.
"My dad loves you, even if he did come in, we just looked like we're sleeping." Stiles shrugged his shoulder slightly. "But I also made sure to lock the door before we even...slept."
A cocky smirk spread across his face that had you rolling your eyes. Stiles moved to hover over you slightly and bent down to kiss your lips. Your hand moved up to grab the back of his neck, your nails scratching along his skin and sending a shiver down his spine.
Stiles' hands traveled along your body as your lips moved against each other. With each passing second, the kiss becomes more and more feverish between you both. You pulled back from each other but didn't stop touching and caressing one another. His lips moved to kiss and suck down your neck as your hand traveled down his chest and moved down further. Your fingers teased over his pubes before wrapping around his cock, feeling him hard and heavy in your hand. Stiles whimpered against your lips with a curse as your hand stroked him slowly.
"Stiles," You moaned as his thumb moved against your nipple again, before his lips wrapped around it. "...F-Fuck..."
You loved feeling him jerk within your hand the more you stroked him. When Stiles pulled back slightly, you used the momentum to push him onto his back. The blanket fell from the two of you as you eagerly settled between his legs. Stiles looked down and watched you with lustful eyes as your lips wrapped around him. His jaw dropped with a soft breathy moan as your tongue moved against him.
"O-Oh...fucking...god, baby." Stiles groaned as his hand reached down to fist your hair, guiding you more, to take him deeper down your throat. "God damn...love seeing those lips wrapped around me."
You looked up towards him as your lips pressed against his base, choking slightly, before pulling back. His cock left your mouth with a soft pop and saliva strung between your lips and his head. Your hand continued to stroke him as you watched him. How his chest moved a little faster the more his breath picked up. How it also flushed red slightly. Stiles right on the brink only turned you on more and made you aching for him more.
His hand reached out and caressed your thigh, making a pulling motion to move you straddle over him.
"Come here, baby...wanna watch you ride me." Stiles moaned
Your teeth pulled your lower lip in between them as you straddled over him more. You teased his cock against your wet slit for a few passing moments before slowly sinking down around him. You bent down and brought him into a kiss to muffle both your sounds, unsure of his father as still home. The last thing you wanted was the Sheriff hearing as you fucked his son.
The moment he was fully, deep inside of you, you sat there for a moment. You were still sore from the night before when you came back to his place after a date. You pulled back and pressed your hands against his chest before you began to move. Slowly rising before sinking back down. Stiles moved his hand to grab at your waist and help guide you more.
"That's it...oh, fuck, fuck fuck," Stiles groaned. "God...fucking love your pussy so much baby."
Stiles growled as he felt you pulse and tighten around him more at the sound of his words. You were always a lover of his dirty talk, only becoming slicker and pulling him into you deeper the more her called you a "good girl," and told you how tight and wet your pussy felt.
As you picked up the rhythm and pace his bed rocked against the wall slightly. Stiles grabbed you and pulled you down to his chest, halting your movement, before he began to thrust up into you. Thankfully your face was nuzzled into his neck as you screamed out his neck. Stiles placed his feet flat on his bed and used the leverage to fuck harder and deeper into you - without the bed banging against the wall.
"...yes, yes, yes...fuuck, don't stop...oh, Stiles." You chanted with a breathy moan in his ear as he hit the right spot over and over again. You felt your toes begin to curl as the ever-approaching orgasm grew stronger and closer.
"Mmmm can feel you tightening around me baby." Stiles grabbed tighter to your ass as he held you, "Gonna cum for me like a good girl? Cum all over my cock till I fill you up?"
You pulled back till both your forehead were pressed together, looking deep into his eyes as all you were able to do was moan in response while nodding your head. One of his hands moved from your ass, and instead grabbed around your throat. A small little gasp came from you before he tightened around it more and more. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head till soon you were sent over.
His hand around your throat muffled out your cry as you came, your hips grinding down against him as it moved through your body quickly. Just as you were coming down, Stiles rolled the both of you over as he drove into you with erratic, harder thrusts. You tightened around him more as you heard the sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of you, mixing in with your heavy pants and moans.
"Give it to me, give it to me," You chanted over and over before Stiles pressed his hips tightly against yours, cumming deep inside of you. Your legs hooked around his waist and pulled him in tighter and closer.
"Fuck, Y/N" Stiles groaned before bending down and kissing you. It was sloppy and passionate as you two laid there. "Can't get enough of you, beautiful...goddamn..."
You smiled up towards him, caressing his face, "Good...cause I can't get enough of you."
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wildflowerdylan · 2 years
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WITH BENEFITS
PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE
Pairing : Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Warnings : Smut-like content, 18+ content, enemies to lovers, cursing.
Concept : College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N.
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Lydia and Kira burst into my apartment to find me in a pink faux leather mini skirt and a lace corset top. “Hey, gorgeous!” Lydia chimed, looking me up and down. “Hi,” I hum back. “Grab anything from the fridge.” The two nod and snatch something out as I finish fixing my hair in the mirror. Once I’m done, I walk over to sit next to them. “So…” Lydia begins. I look at her for a moment, before turning to look at my cup. “Y/N, it’s been two weeks and you and Stiles have done nothing but avoid each other.” I nod my head, “I know…” Kira speaks up softly, “Maybe that’s for the best though?” We both turn towards her. “I mean, they have been arguing less.” I laugh slightly, but Lydia is not as amused. “Yeah, but they aren’t arguing because neither one is hanging out with the group anymore.” I looked at her quickly, “Stiles isn’t going either?” She shakes her head, “He leaves the apartment until Scott texts him to come back.” I sigh, “It’s hard to burry the hatchet, you guys…” They both sit in silence, knowing this is true. Another knock hits my door before two couples walk in - Allison and Isaac and Mason and Corey. We all say our hello’s and they begin to pregame for the soon-to-be party as well. This meant that, luckily, the conversation steers away from Stiles and I... until Liam and Malia come in.
“Are we just going to ignore the fact that this is the first time Y/N and Stiles are going to be in the same room since the ultimatum was made?” Everyone turns to Malia. “I know I’m not great with social cues, but come on… We need a game plan.” Everyone stays silent, not sure what to say. “She’s right.” I speak suddenly, surprising everyone. “How are we supposed to plan for you guys to not bitch at each other? If it was that easy, there wouldn’t be a problem in the first place.” Liam comments quickly. I nod my head in agreement, “I know… But we’ve never tried this plan…” I pick up a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. “The only time Stiles hasn’t made me wanna kill him is when I’m drunk.”
So, that’s what we did. We all got drunk off our asses in the spirit of making tonight as good as possible. About an hour and ten shots each later, we all started our walk to Scott and Stiles’ apartment for their party. We each walked in and were all greeted by the two hosts despite there already being a rather large crowd. Everyone at the party was pretty drunk, but no one was as drunk as us. A few hours and many more drinks passed before Stiles finally walked over to me. “Hey,” He forced. I rolled my eyes at him, too drunk to care. “Let’s go dance!” I said excitedly. The boy furrows his brows in confusion at me, “Aren’t you supposed to hate me still…” I laugh and shove him playfully, “We’re being friendly now, remember?” Stiles looks at me and laughs slightly, finally realizing how out of it I am.
It was now almost 2:00 AM and everyone but the pack members had left. Scott and Kira had fled to his room not too long ago and the other two couples had left around midnight. Malia was passed out in the corner while Lydia and Liam were arguing about who is Scott’s favorite - an argument that really had no answer to, but in their drunken state needed to be argued. 
Conversely, Stiles and I were still dancing. It was a great night, especially for Scott’s ultimatum.
I felt myself yawn, “I think it’s time for me to go home.” Stiles looked down at me, arms still warped around my waist drunkenly. He nodded his head before gasping excitedly, “Stay here!” I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and then looked around at the dirty living room. “Come on, Y/N!” Stiles slurred. “It’ll be like a sleepover!” I laughed at him, not used to seeing this side of him. “Stiles, this place is a disaster.” He looked around for himself before nodding happily, “Stay in my room!” I looked at him in astonishment. “Your room?” He nodded again, “Yeah! I mean Scott wants us to be friends, what’s more friendly than that?” I smiled up at him, his words making a whole lot of sense. “Okay!” We drunkenly walked up the steps to his bedroom, just barely avoiding falling down them. He led me to his room and opened the door. “What?” He smiles as he notices me still standing in the doorway. “Your room,” I smile, “It’s exactly as I would’ve imagined it to be.” He smiles at me sloppily, “You’ve seen my room before.” I nod my head, “Yeah, but I never really looked...” He just smiles again before nodding and sifting through his drawers.
“Do you need a change of clothes?” I shrugged, “I can just sleep in this.” He turns to look at me up and down, “Are you sure?” I shrug again. “I guess I could get a little more comfortable…” He nods his head once, not taking his eyes off me as a new wave of feelings hit me. I unzip my shirt and let it fall down to the ground, revealing the small black underwear on my body. “Got a shirt?” I smirk, still not totally sure of what I was doing. Stiles nods with a nervous gulp before grabbing the closet t-shirt he could feel without tearing his eyes off of me. Stiles threw the shirt over to me, watching as I caught it with ease and turned around. I rip my top off, revealing my bare back to him, and then I slip the t-shirt on over my head. I turn around again and smile. Stiles gulps again before ripping his own shirt and pants off quickly. “Mind if we share a bed?” He says just barely above a whisper. I shake my head and watch as he slips under the covers just before I follow his move. We both turn on our sides and face each other delicately. “You know, you’re a lot more tolerable when I’m drunk.” He laughed quietly, “You’re a lot more tolerable when you’re drunk, too.” I scoff and shove him playfully again, but this time Stiles grabs my hand and pulls me slightly closer.
“What are you doing?” I say barely above a whisper, my eyes traveling back and forth from his own eyes and his lips. Stiles doesn’t answer me, but instead takes my gaze as permission. He fills the gap between up in and places his lips on my own. At first, I was taken aback. What the hell was this kid doing? More importantly, why did I like it? 
I slithered my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair. He groaned into my mouth as I inched closer. Stiles began moving his lips down my neck, his hand traveling down my body. I moaned in response before rolling over and straddling him. I sat up and looked huim into his eyes the way he did into mine - with hunger. “Stiles,” I started, through labored breath after the heavy makeup session we just had. “Are you sure we should do this?” He shrugged his shoulders, “It’s not like we’re about to ruin a friendship or anything.” I chuckled slightly, nodding my head. “Great,” I smirked. He mirrored my expression but with anticipation. I moved my hands down to the hem of the shirt and ripped it over my head, revealing my bare breasts. I heard him gasp lightly, “God help me…” I bend down and continue the kiss, but Stiles isn’t satisfied. He rolls me over quickly, removing what was left on my body and diving right in. To say this boy’s tongue was magical is an understatement. It wasn’t too long before I was doing the same to him and listening to his grunts like the radio. He eventually pulled me back up, not wanting to cum in my mouth. We proceeded to roll around the bed in as many positions as we could think of in our drunken state before we both finally finished. We both move to slam our backs into the bed and look up at the ceiling breathlessly. “Whoa.”
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hoes4dylanobrien · 2 years
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It’s Just A Cigarette | 4
warnings: violence, swearing, drug use, illegal activity
wc. 1,465
tag list: @roxic93​ @lulu-recs​
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“What the hell, Colin? What are you doing?!”
Your words were barely registered over the sound of Colin’s fists making contact with Dominic’s head and sides. The booming music lessened to a low roar, and people flooded out of the apartment to see the commotion. To your dismay, Dominic was hardly fighting back, both from surprise and being outmatched.
“This SOB likes little girls,” Colin grunted in between hits. “Don’t you? DON’T YOU, you sick fuck!” He pounded harder, continuing to rail on the stranger. Blood spurted from his nose, followed by the sickening sound of a ‘crack’; undoubtably, his nose was broken.
“N-noorgh,” Dominic gurgled in denial.
“Fuckin’ lyin’ piece of shit!” Colin growled, landing a kick at his side causing him to cry out again.
“Hey, HEY! What the fuck is goin’ on here?!” Yelled Andjy, now entering the mix. He saw what his best friend was up to and immediately jumped into action.
“Shit, Colin, what the hell are you doin’ to him, man?”
“He tried to make a move on Marnie, know what he was tryin’ on. You better not have fuckin’ touched her,” roared Colin, getting angrier at the prospect.
“He didn’t!” You insisted, grabbing at his arm which was tensed with tightly controlled aggression. “Promise,” you tried to get Colin to look at you but he was like a bull, seeing red. Single-minded in his intent to destroy.
“I had to go to the bathroom and yours was taken. He just offered his. I didn’t know...” You trailed off at the prospect of it being true, and what could have happened if you’d stayed in Dominic’s apartment alone for any longer.
“Yeah, you fucking didn’t. Didn’t I tell you to stay put?” He turned his anger on you, ripping your hand off his and turning back toward Dominic who was a whimpering mess at this point.
“Are you seriously blaming me right now?!” You shrieked. “You left me alone, and I had to pee, damn it! If you had stuck around or, I don’t know, made sure someone wasn’t having sex in your bathroom then we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
Colin let up from Dominic a little, hearing your words and the anger and fear behind them. He almost looked guilty, sweat dripping down his face. Taking a closer look at him, you saw how red his eyes were, and the way he staggered. He was clearly inebriated from more than just alcohol. Your anger dissipated somewhat, turning to concern.
“Shit, listen to her, man,” Andjy lamented. “You gotta chill. He ain’t worth it. You don’t need this-”
Sirens rang then.
Someone must have called the cops. You looked back at Dominic, seeing him swelling up and on the verge of passing out.
“Shit,” Colin panicked, looking more freaked out than you’d ever seen him. He looked to Andjy. “Fuck, they can’t come up here-”
“Don’t you think I know that?” Andjy cried. “Where is it?”
“Where’s what?” You asked.  
“In the living room, under the couch.” Colin replied, ignoring you.
“Why’s it under there?!”
“Cause I wanted in on hand for the-”
“Fuck, never mind. It don’t matter,” Andjy interjected.”Move it, I’ll deal with the cops...shit, can’t believe I’m even sayin’ that...”
“You sure, man?”
“Yeah. Before I change my mind.”
“I owe you big-”
“Got that right. Go, you’re wastin’ time.”
As Colin booked it inside, you caught Aria, DeShaun, and Petra watching from the sidelines along with the others. Petra wasn’t doing well hiding her triumphant smile, which was, uncoincidentally, aimed at you.
Feeling uncomfortable under their attention, you fled inside after Colin. Under bright lighting, it became clear the apartment was trashed. Glass lay broken on the floorboards, empty and half-empty cups scattered throughout; the stench of alcohol was strong, making you nauseous. It smelled strongly of weed, which was the more concerning odor with the police on their way. It was decriminalized in New York, but not legalized. With that in mind you went about opening all the windows, which was a harder task than you thought it’d be (they were thick, heavy frames, and only opened so far. That said, you did the best you could with it. Picking up what you could of the glass and the cups was next, followed by drying up spills.
You didn’t know where Colin kept his cleaning products (if he had any was another question) and you didn’t have time to ask. You simply wet a bowl and went to work pushing it along the floorboards to soak up as much liquid as possible.
A toilet flushing identified where Colin was. You opened the door to find him attempting to flush several small bags of something unrecognizable.
“What is that-what are you doing?” 
“Not now, Marnie,” he mumbled. He was staggering, just managing to catch himself from falling by leaning against the lip of the sink. You saw perspiration on his face, a product of more than just the fight he got himself into and the stuffy bathroom. You stuck out a hand to his forehead.
“Shit, Colin, you’re burning up!”
“Don’t fuckin’ swear.”
“Really?!” You laughed in incredulity. “I think we’re long past that, and the fact you’re swearing while telling me really-”
The toilet sputtered several times in interruption, making an unpleasant sound. Colin swore, throwing his hands behind his head and pacing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He growled.
“What is that? Is that what you were talking bout earlier with Andjy?”
“You don’t need to know. You shouldn’t know. Shouldn’t even be here. Why didn’t you stay out there?!” He yelled.
“Stop shouting at me!” You screamed back.
He kicked the side of the shower, slumping against the porcelain with his head bowed. “’M sorry, Marnie,” he mumbled between his legs. “I’m just so fucked. They’ll be here any minute and if they see this on me I’m fucked.”
“What is it?” You asked quietly.
“Can’t tell you. It’ll just get you wrapped up in this,” he said forlornly.
“Hate to break it to you, Colin, but I’m already implicated in this, so you might as well tell me so I can figure out how to help you.”
He was silent for a beat.
“It’s coke and fentanyl,” he answered reluctantly, glancing up to watch your reaction. You swallowed.
“Colin...”
“I know, I know.”
“Are you using it?” You asked.
He shook his head. “No.”
“Colin...” 
“I’m not! Yeah, I had some tonight ‘cause the one kid wouldn’t fuck off until I had a sample with him-”
“So you’re selling it.”
He nodded slowly.
“At parties? Or out on the street?”
“Parties, mostly. Less risky that way. Usually,” he chuckled darkly, given the current predicament. 
Another beat. 
“I’m not disappointed, if that’s what you’re thinking.” You spoke up. 
He scoffed, getting up from the floor. “You’ve never been a good liar, Marnie.”
“I’m not lying.”
He stood at his full height now, which towered slightly over your small stature. Eyes locked, you repeated yourself, “I’m not. You did it to provide for yourself, or maybe not. Whatever your reasons, I could never be disappointed in you. I care too much about you,” your eyes lowered at that, embarrassment at your vulnerability shining through. The action drew your eyesight to his lips, which parted slightly under your attention. Your gaze flicked up to his again, seeing his eyes hazy from more than just drugs. He licked his lips, leaning slightly toward you.
“Listen, Cherry,” Colin started, voice gravelly; he’d said so after the cherry chapstick you’d always wear. His own little nickname for you. “Yeah?” You felt you were waiting with bated breath. He leaned further, and you stilled further in anticipation. 
“Take off your shirt,” he said.
What?
“What,” you blurted out, eyes widening. Had you heard him correctly? 
“Your shirt,” he said, “need it off. The cops will be here any second and I need you to stuff these,” he picked up the baggies, “inside your bra.” 
You blinked at him. 
“Are you serious?!” You screamed at him. You didn’t know if you were more mad at the suggestion or the fact that he didn’t kiss you like you thought he would. Shit, had you wanted that? The burning feeling in your gut confirmed you did. 
“They won’t look there. Not without you being’ able to accuse them of sexual assault or some shit. Look, I know it’s a big ask n ‘m sorry but it’s not like I got options here, Cherry-”
“Don’t use that name!” You growled at him, furious.  He raised his hands, eyebrows rising. “OK, shit, chill. It’s just-”
The sound of a door slamming against the wall rang out. He turned to you, practically on his knees in askance. “Come on, Marnie, don’t make me beg.” 
God, were you really about to stuff your bra full of illicit drugs? 
Their forthcoming footsteps spurred you into action. 
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jin0 · 2 years
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When Fire Meets Fate [Mitch Rapp]
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(gif is not mine, all credits go to the author)
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Summary : You couldn't feel feelings or emotions like normal humans did. But you could when your best friend's brother, Mitch the firefighter, had something to do with it.
Pairing : Firefighter!Mitch Rapp x Reader
Warning : 18+ ONLY, MINOR DNI, mentions of fire related lingo, reader is in danger, running (yes it's a warning, I've got asthma), smut, titty worship, oral (m and f receiving), pussy slapping, fingering, slight creampie, pet names (sunshine and sweetheart), mitch is kinda soft but also really much mitch i guess ??
A/N : first post in a while, this one's for birdie nonnie so hope you enjoy love !!
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Destiny had a funny way of letting things happen without any kind of warning or explanation. Everyone always repeated that bullshit about things happening for a reason and God working in mysterious ways but nobody ever tried to go deeper into this, try to explain it a little better. It was all about the vagueness and how mysterious it made them seem.
Well fuck that.
Fuck them and their stupid fate. You were the one in control and you knew it when the stupid choices you made would come back to bite you in the ass. They always did. If there was an omnipotent force to guide and even control each and every one of us, then it was doing a shit job because there was no way the decisions you made could be allowed by the universe. There had to be a pop up warning of some kinds to make you think it through at least one last time before actually doing anything.
To some, that pop up warning was sever anxiety and to other it was a little gut feeling that they enjoyed defying to test out their limits. All in all, you had neither, you were simply… empty. It was funny truly, but it made your life ten times more logical. From an outside point you were probably a psychopath with tendencies to tickle danger for the kick of it. Now, to anyone who knew better, meaning very few people, you were desperate.
It was hilarious really, poor you who simply couldn’t feel that rise in your stomach whenever something was wrong or when you were in danger. You simply couldn’t feel shit.
The doctor’s never understood why you, why or how it started. It wasn’t hereditary or anything, you simply couldn’t feel normal human emotions and you hated it, or at least you tried to. It was difficult to know what hate felt like when again, you didn’t feel things.
You had tried, through various technics and nothing had worked. You never cried when you fell and hurt yourself as a child. You weren’t in pain but it was uncomfortable. You never jumped in joy or even smiled whenever you’d be offered something, as pricy and beautiful as it was. You barely moved whenever someone was threatening you or humiliated you. The way you would look at these people right in their eyes had you nicknamed the Soul Searcher. You never lost an argument because you never let yourself be swayed by emotions such as annoyance or fear.
Your emotional impairment made you one of the best lawyers in the business. It was bad for relationships but great for money and business, so you weren’t in such a bad situation. You had learned to find great pros in a situation that pretty much seemed like a big con, another talent of yours.
For someone who couldn’t feel happiness or joy, you were very positive about most things and you were also very observant, making it very easy for you to study emotions and mimic them. Some called it manipulation, you called it adapting. In a society were everyone felt to a certain extent, it was your duty to try and look like them. You were only blending in.
But what were you supposed to do when strange things were creeping up inside you ? When tingles erupted in your stomach and started exploding all over ? Were you supposed to act like nothing was going on ? Could you do both ? Fake it and act like the little burning feeling in the pit of your stomach wasn’t there ?
That was your current situation, the predicament you found yourself in as you watched your office burn down slowly.
You always worked late and stayed behind to catch up on work. You groaned were not particularly fond of big piles of files and or putting things off. For all you knew, you could be dead tomorrow, so might as well do it today, right ? Well, Death had come knocking on your door that day.
With your headphones screwed around your head and blasting the loudest kind of music, you were fully focused on your work. You were the most efficient for a reason. Only emergencies ever managed to pull you out of it. And it was the case that day, when your best friend called in a hurry after sending her own weight in text messages.
“Please tell me you’re at home or out in a bar ! Tell me you went home early ! Tell me you’re not at the firm !”
You could hear the panic and the sniffles, she was crying.
“I’m at the firm, why ? Is everything alright ?”
She had taken a deep breath to hide a sob and failed miserably.
“Can’t you smell anything ?! T-The building… The building is on fire ! You got to get out of there ! Quickly !”
As soon as you had heard those words, that concentration bubble popped, letting the bitter scent of smoke creep into your nostrils. You couldn’t feel panic or fear but you were also actively avoiding death, so you did what she told you, you acted quickly.
You snatched your laptop and your bags as well as the USB drive containing your life’s entire work and ran, you ran as fast as you could, breathing in the toxic smoke. Maybe not the smartest thing to do. You had realized that when you fell unconscious, a few feet away from the exit door, lazily dodging a falling peace of concrete. It had blocked your way, but it didn’t matter anymore, not when you were passing out.
You could hear and see the bright light of a firetruck and the screams of the firefighters calling out for you, one of the voices sounding a little more familiar than the rest, and letting those bubbles explode in your stomach again. What a strange feeling.
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When you started waking up, you felt comfort and warmth heating the side of your face. Nuzzling against whatever it was, you when it traveled to your forehead but quickly settled, too exhausted to fight when you felt good either way. The hand on your stomach, caressing it slowly felt good too, very good.
Suddenly jolting awake and sitting up, you looked around frantically, swatting away the hands on your skin and jumping down of whatever you’d been laying on this whole time. With all this movement, the dizziness was quick to get you and lay a cloud of nausea and confusion of you. The reflux of whatever pastry was in your stomach made your sour throat burn and your eyes water.
Was this pain ? Was it what it felt like to not feel good ? To suffer and be able to notice it ? To understand it and recognize it ?
“You have to lie down, otherwise you’ll feel even worse.”
Between the ringing in your ears and your shakiness, the faint voice of the person who had been touching you earlier managed to reach you. When you felt yourself falling again, arms wrapped around you before you could violent meet the floor.
“God, you’re a pain in the ass. Even worse than before.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes at a memory he had.
Composing yourself slowly, you took deep breath to gather your wits and register all the informations flooding your brain. As you felt your heartbeat slow down and your stomach settle, you slowly turned to look into the eyes of the man who’d been spinning your world around in such a short period. Or a longer one than what you were ready to admit.
“M-Mitch…”
“Happy to see that you remember me Sunshine. Does Stacy know you’re here ? She called me in a panic saying you worked in the building that burned down.”
You stayed silent and unmoving, practically frozen in time. You were loosing it out here, there was just no other way to describe it.
Mitch Rapp, the bane of your existence if you could describe it.
You did not hate or love, nor did you feel annoyance. But this man made you feel something very close to it and you were not pleased. You’d known him since you were thirteen, when you met Stacy. She’d been the most intriguing person ever to your younger self and still to this day. When everyone ended up leaving you because of your incapacity to feel like normal people did, she had stuck around and made sure to let it be known that she was not going anywhere. She would follow you around and ask you questions after questions. You’d never been bothered by your condition so you answered but the surprise was when she revealed the notebook she kept with everything you’d had told her about yourself. She learned happily and compensated your lack of emotions by what seemed to be an overabundance of them in her. She was necessary to you just like you were to her.
Now, one thing that you were certainly not needing was Mitch Rapp, Stacy’s big brother and an absolute pain in your behind. From the end of middle school to the end of high school, he made sure to push your buttons as far as they could go, in a simple desperate attempt pull himself out of his constant boredom. It being invasive questions or small touches in hallways when no one could see, he did it all.
The only barrier he never crossed was sex and public humiliation. You believe that he respected you to some extent, but his need to amuse himself seem to top it all, and you seemed to be the most interesting thing ever to him. Because where you naturally couldn’t feel and had taught yourself to fake it, he could feel emotions to their extreme and taught himself to simply not feel. Polar opposites, that’s what you were. And maybe that’s what had you develop the closet think you could feel to a crush on your best friend’s big brother. No matter how annoying you found him, he still did things to your heart that no one ever did.
And maybe you’d been far from a simple crush on him, using the term as an excuse. It was a good one right ?
It was even more fun to see how different you were because when you found a way to always be positive no matter what, he believed in nothing but himself. To him, the world was only toying with you and you could let it happen or fight back.
Nothing could link you both other than Stacy, so why was it that he managed to ignite such strange things in you ? It being happiness, interest, annoyance or lust.
You would always be ashamed of it, but you couldn’t help it. It was out of your control, once again, and this time it shattered your whole world.
How ironic of Destiny to choose the man you seemed to avoid at all cost as the only being to successfully make you feel.
It being a simple word or a whisper. Him leaning down to reach you and hear the words you’d mumble whenever he did successfully annoy you. All of it, it made your heartbeat rise, your skin heat up and your hands turned clammy. You even stuttered with him and you hated it. For so long, you wished to be normal but it happening with him and him only was something you couldn’t accept.
“Are you done staring ? Or is it your way of admitting that you like what you see ?”
His deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making your insides shake and while a new wave of confusion and anxiety rose inside of you. You completely ignored his words, staying still and staring at him with a need to jump his bones. Was it the uniform ? Or your high school crush just jumping out after years of repression ? You had done an incredible job avoiding the man so seeing him now, all dirty and looking absolutely divine in his firefighter uniform did have its effect on you. The famous “men in uniforms” type of feeling. It was indeed powerful and vicious too.
This wasn’t good at all. Why were you thinking this way ? Taking time to stare at the parts of him that were exposed and feeling genuine lust wasn’t supposed to happen. You needed to leave.
Looking around, you checked for anything that could be yours, which you grabbed quickly before dashing away, as fast as your current state allowed. You had been running a short distance before finding a place to hide and breath as much as you could. Your throat burned and your limbs felt like they would fall off in a second, but you couldn’t stay so close to him.
As you crouched down, a hand ever your heart and yours eyes screwed shut, you tried to slow your heartbeat but you couldn’t. You could still hear his voice and see his face in your mind. Even his scent tormented you, so much so that you could practically feel the warmth it carried.
Slowly realizing the situation, you looked up to find him there, looking down on you with your phone and your keys. .
“You can’t outrun a firefighter, mostly not with lungs like yours. I bet it burns huh ? Come on, let me help.” He breathed out, crouching down to your level.
When he reached towards you to touch you, your body acted on its own, jerking back and away from his touch. He was quick to react and surrender by raising both his hands.
“You’re safe, I’m not going to do anything you won’t like. Stacy would kill me anyways if I bothered you, especially today.” He promised, his voice sounding softer than usual and soothing you in a matter of seconds.
Moving slowly, you let him pull you to his chest and wrap you in his arms. You were still dizzy and slightly out of it from running with smoked lungs so you ignored the little yelp you let out when his hand slid under your shirt and under the strap of your bra to be held tightly against your skin. When he started making small circles over your skin with his fingers, you felt yourself sink down on top of him, your entire body melting into a puddle as you felt yourself relax and your heartbeat slow down.
You were no doctor but you were practically certain that the massage had no power to fix a painful breathing system, so you wondered why it felt so good to have him press into your vertebral column and help you relax. Your throat was still sore and you would be coughing for a long while but none of that mattered when Mitch Rapp was doing something to you, something that had you purring in the crook of his neck.
“Yeah, that feels good huh ? You like that Sweetheart ? Tell me how you feel.” He ordered in a low voice, his lips grazing the tip of your earlobe.
You stayed quiet, you couldn’t speak. You knew what would happen if you opened your mouth, the most humiliating sound would come out. You knew you’d let out a sound even worse that a simple yelp and you couldn’t have that.
You didn’t understand feelings very well but you wouldn’t let him get his way just because he was bored, even as an adult. You knew you were feeling something intense, standing on the line separating comfort and pleasure. That separation, you’d been standing on it, practically loosing balance each and every time Mitch Rapp was around and toying with you.
You tried to move, to get up and pry yourself out of his grasp but it was two against one, Mitch and your body siding together to fight your mind. He kept you close to him, held you tightly while playing with the hooks of your bra. Maybe you had jumped into the lion’s den by allowing him to help. Because now you were stuck, fighting the urge to respond vocally and let it be known that you wanted more, needed more.
These feelings and emotions, they felt good, so good. The kind of good you never had the chance of experiencing before. This was too much pleasure for you to simply detach yourself and let it go to waste. You wanted to discover more, dive deeper into what it was.
That yelp that you had been trying to conceal, it suddenly shot out of your mouth when he swiftly move you on top of him, having you straddle his muscular thighs. Maybe it was then that your body lost power and control, your brain taking over once again when you felt his bulge press between your ass.
“When I tell you to tell me how you feel, that’s not a suggestion Sweetheart. Let me hear it, how good I make you feel.” He growled, pressing you down on him by the waist.
This was far from simple firefighter intervention. This was Mitch, the Mitch from high school who’d corner you in hallways trying to get you to show him how you felt and what you looked like when you did.
Looking into his eyes, you saw it, that glint of excitement. Not lust, but interest. You were still intriguing to him and he was letting it be known that he hadn’t changed.
You shouldn’t have allowed him around you, not again, not like this, no matter what he made you feel. You were being flooded by emotions, this was what it was like to be overwhelmed. And maybe it had you tear up a little bit, but you were new to this and you didn’t know how to process them.
Looking around you again, you found all your belongings and even the one’s he’d kept. You expected him to keep you locked against him but no. As soon as you showed any signs of wanting to leave, he let go of you. You were surprised but also grateful, standing up on shaky legs and walking away as fast as you could. Your body felt like it would float away and you could still feel his gaze on you, fixated and piercing through your soul.
When you got near the outside of the hospital you’d ran out of, you were lucky to find Stacy waiting for you with a bone crushing hug and a speech about being aware of your surroundings. She might’ve also mentioned her brother telling her your location so that she could pick you up.
~
When you arrived at your place after convincing Stacy that you could survive on your own and would call if anything was wrong, you found yourself leaning against your door, exhausted beyond measure. You tried to move but you couldn’t, the mind whipping memories of Mitch Rapp playing with the most sensitive parts of you and actually having an effect.
Because with lack of physical or emotional reaction, came lack of sexual pleasure. You just, didn’t enjoy yourself, no matter how long you would try or how good he felt. None of this worked and maybe you were also at fault, constantly comparing them to the little high school crush you couldn’t get rid of. Maybe it was even time to admit that you might’ve loved him a little. Or a lot. You wanted to feel pleasure but to this day, you had to lie and fake orgasms to get out of awkward situations.
As you slid down your door, locking it for the night, you felt the pulsating sensation between your legs, the kind that had started when you were sixteen and would only happen around your best friend’s big brother.
Nothing ever happened but God, your body and mind agreed that you wished it would. You felt your insides scream at you for depriving them of him and what he clearly wanted, just as much if not more than you. Your mind could still vividly feel the large bulge throbbing under you and it was enough for you to flood your panties again.
You were ashamed of your reaction but how were you supposed to control what you weren’t familiar with ?
Reaching down to take of your pants, you mewled loudly when your fingers grazed your dripping core and pressed on your sensitive bud a little longer than what would be appropriate. You had the memory of his fingers pressing your back and soothing your raging heart, his breath against your neck and his strong scent sticking to your nostrils.
Maybe you were too out of it but you weren’t going to let this go to waste, pushing three fingers inside your wet pussy and inhaling deeply when you felt actual pleasure. You felt good. In an attempt to mimic his size, you parted your fingers open and played with your walls. You couldn’t breath properly, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth and your head thrown back. Letting out little noises, your let your fingers rub your insides as you let them go back and forth inside you.
You could feel it vividly, his own member, thick and raging with hormones and lust but also so much more, just waiting to dirty you all over.
Your fingers soaked and your juices dripping all over your lower parts, you cried out in pleasure when you felt your high get close. You cried out in pleasure, his name coming out a few times while you reached down with your second hand. When your thumb grazed your clit you were done for, instantly. This was what it felt like to feel pleasure and to cum.
You sat there, dazed and trembling, for a few minutes before standing up and finally entering your bedroom. After a very much needed cold shower, you dropped on your bed, your bathrobe falling to the floor. You sunk against the mattress, covered yourself and fell asleep in no time, desperately hoping that the night would erase the lingering presence of Mitch Rapp on your sensitive skin.
Maybe if you had been awake just a little longer, you would’ve seen him, leaning against his car, as he stared up to your window.
~
The night was ineffective. You remembered it all after eighteen days and you hated it. Everywhere you went, you could feel his gaze on you, the way he looked at you while he massaged your back. You could see it all and feel it all as if it was happening all over again. The memory you used to be praised for was now killing you a little bit each and every day.
But to add salt to you wounds, Stacy had given Mitch your number. And for a man who seemed to hate the majority of people and just about any kinds of discussion, he was fucking chatty. It started with simple messages asking how you were doing, then it turned into the kinds that would send your heart into a panic. He was slowly getting you used to his presence, you could feel it but the question was why ?
Why after all these years of not seeing each other, no matter how close your circles were, was he suddenly finding interest in you again ?
This question, you didn’t expect to find a response of any kind. But it seems you wouldn’t have any other choice when you found him, standing there, behind your door with a bag in hand.
You stood there, in your pajamas, looking at him with what seemed to be a blank expression but hid the most violent of hurricanes.
“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to let me in ?” He tilted his head with what looked like a smile behind extending the bag towards you. “I brought you a care package.”
You stayed quiet but moved out of the way to let him in. As he assed by, his strong scent infiltrated your nostrils and the entirety of your body, making you clench your exposed thighs together. The scent of smoke, wet grass, rain and pine trees, all of it forming the perfect mix to make your brain melt and your body react out of control.
When you felt ready to face him inside your home you finally faced away from the door but crashed directly into something. You looked up to find him staring down on you, a slight look of amusement.
“Where you sniffing me ?”
Fuck, that was humiliating. You tried to open your mouth to respond but no sound came out, just a string of weird faces and silence. You didn’t think you could react any worse, until you felt his hand slide around your waist, letting his fingers graze your skin and leave a soft burn behind.
“Tell me, Sunshine. Were. You. Sniffing. Me. And this time, I want to hear sounds coming out of your mouth. I bet you sound amazing when you’re being honest with yourself.”
His eyes were staring straight into yours and you felt mike he was pillaging your soul, trying to find the truth he was talking about. Who was named the Soul Searcher here ?
For a short second, you started questioning his motives, why was he insisting on seeing you react that much ? It wasn’t as if you would be crying of joy or breaking bones at each reaction so why ? You frowned , staring up at him, before you picked his hand off of you and laid a hand on his chest to push him away.
“Mitch Rapp, I don’t know what you’re hopping to find here, but we’re not teenagers anymore and I won’t let you toy with me and have your way because you’re bored.” You said, unable to conceal the slight annoyance in your voice.
Instead of backing off, he seemed even more amused this time.
“Is that what annoyance looks like on you ? I was working towards something else but I’m not going to complain, this is good, very good.” He asked, a curious grin on his face.
“Stop saying stupid things and go to the living room. It’s that way.” You exhaled, turning towards your kitchen area and walking away.
You met him in the living area, trying to ignore his presence as much as you could. You were feeling crushed under his aura in your own home and you wouldn’t tolerate it, but it seemed like he wanted to see you fight back.
You shook your head, ignoring all your questions and sat in the opposite couch.
“Why are you here ?”
“Well, you’re not very responsive over texts and even less for a phone call. I was worried, I pulled you out of a burning building remember ?” He joked, dropping the heavy bag on your coffee table.
“I pulled myself out of there, Mitch. And do you visit all the victims you save ?”
“No, just you. I came here to check on you too. Make sure your lungs would be fine. Stacy told me you still sucked at taking care of yourself so I needed to make sure you were taking good care of yourself. I was worried you know ? You tried to sprint out of the hospital as soon as you woke up.”
You tilted your head to the side, showing your confusion once more. You doubted the honesty of his motives but you weren’t going to debate him, you did suck at taking care of yourself. You shrugged and slide to the side, allowing him to sit next to you. You stayed still and silent when he grabbed your chin and asked you to open up. You waited until he was done with your mouth to proceed.
“Aren’t you like, off duty or something ?”
He chuckled, hearing your vague words.
“Off duty ?”
“Yeah. Firefighters, they’re off duty when they’re not working, right ?”
“No. Us, Sunshine, we’re not off duty. That’s for cop’s and soldiers.”
“Yeah, same stuff, except you don’t have a gun.” You responded, watching him check on your arms and neck. “Wait, but what do you know about my health anyways ? You’re a firefighter, that’s not your job.”
“I know. But I know my way around basic first aid and things like that, so I’m making sure.”
You wanted to smile, some other things never changed. He always had a thing for taking care of others or saving them. He saved you from countless situations and was always the one to fix you up when you were hurt. Being a firefighter was his calling. And the uniform looked damn good on him.
Looking down on his body with a blank expression, you observed and compared with his looks from years ago. You only ever truly saw him on few occasions and each one had your insides doing backflips. Stacy always made fun of you for gawking at him but she understood, her brother looked good. She even bragged that it was the genetics,
“Well, that’s nice of you. But I’m fine. So you can leave, and take the care package with you. It’ll be useless.” You declared, pushing his hands off of you.
You both stared at each other for a good minute before he removed himself from your grasp to hold you instead. When his hand took hold of yours, he pulled you closer to him, forcing you to lay a leg over his. In a swift move, he grabbed both your wrists in one hand while the other fell on your exposed thighs. Shorts were good to sleep when it was this hot outside, but definitely not when Mitch Rapp was in your living room, playing the deadly kind of game.
“Why are you always trying to get rid of me ?” He asked, a hint of sadness in his voice. You tried to respond but the sound were cut off again when his hand slide higher on your skin.
You looked down, inhaling loudly and biting your lower lip to hide the embarrassing sounds threatening to come out. He watched it all, letting go of your wrists to pull it out from underneath your teeth.
“Do I make you uncomfortable ? Do you hate it when I’m around you ? When I touch you ?”
You managed to free one of your hand, grabbing his wrist to pull his fingers away from your lips, but allowed him to feel your plump lips just a little longer than he should’ve. He looked at them with an unreadable expression but you felt like a lamb standing in front of a wolf, ready to be devoured.
At the thought of being viciously devoured, you couldn’t help the gush of wetness pooling in between your thighs, the sensation of pleasure and desperation infiltrating your mind all over again. You felt it, the heat from last time, it was back and it felt good but also uncomfortable. It wasn’t enough, you needed to quench that thirst flowing all through you.
Without paying much attention, you tried to speak again but this time, opened your mouth wide enough for his finger to slip inside your mouth and rest lazily on your tongue. You saw his eyes darken and heard the low growl erupting in his chest. You lowered his gaze, chuckling as he shook his head, but never took his thumb out of your mouth.
“Fuck…” He sigh, looking at you and warning you with his eyes. “For as long as I’ve known you, Sunshine… You ran from me. Everything I did, you would end up running away or hiding from me. Nothing I did was enough to have you react or stay, and it hasn’t changed.”
Feeling the defiance grow in you, you pulled his thumb out, looking at him with piercing blank eyes.
“Maybe if you stopped trying to get me to react for your own entertainment, I wouldn’t be running. I’m not here to fix your boredom.” You responded, glaring at him.
“Is that what you think ? Did I did all this just because I was bored ?” He asked with narrow eyes, was he angry at your assumption ? When you nodded, you saw his jaw tighten and you couldn’t help but react. Were you into this ? Visible anger, did it turn you on ?
Too busy wondering what new kink you seemed to have, you let your guard down, allowing you to be moved by him, having you sit on his lap again. And there you were, back to the issue you had faced the night of the fire, he was too close for your own sanity.
“Mitch… Let go of me…” You stuttered, trying to maintain your composure but were only met with silence and his firm hands gripping your waist. Younger you was jumping and screaming in happiness but current you wasn’t so happy.
“You keep saying that… That I have to let go of you, stop touching, stop talking to you. But what if I need you Sunshine ? You ever thought of that ?” He whispered the last part, leaning closer to your face. “What if I can’t fucking live without you ?”
This time, his words fall straight down your lower parts, having the exact effect you were trying to avoid. You inhale loudly, trying to avoid his gaze, but he’s quick to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. You weren’t the type to cry or feel altogether, but you were ready to cry right now. Why were feelings and emotions so annoying ?
“Why are you bothering me… Why can’t you just leave me and my emotions alone ?!” You asked loudly.
“You think I give a fuck about your emotions ? Sunshine, I don’t care about them. I care about you, that’s all I fucking care about since high school.” He pressed you down on his growing bulge, making you face the pleasure you felt with him. “Every touch in the hallway, every kiss on your cheeks, everything I did, all of it was for you to notice that I was ready to help. Fuck I was borderline desperate to help you and you took it for boredom ? Couldn’t take a fucking step around you without needing to inhale your scent. You even had me loosing it like a fucking idiot every time I saw you inside my house, but to you I was only bored ?”
He was vexed, but still gentle with you, letting you do what you wanted to do. In this moment, you felt all the years of repressed emotions and desires flood you in one big wave that you didn’t even try to contain. All the times you ended up screaming in a pillow because of the things he would say or just how he would say them. Even just looking at you made you feel, and all this time you tried to push it away, to refuse it. Well you were done doing that. For the first time in your life, you allowed yourself to respond to his actions by acting however you pleased too.
When you pressed your core down on him, you didn’t expect him to just let go of you and drop hiss head backwards. He leaned his arms on the back of your couch, a small smile on his face before he looked at you again, his eyes clouded by lust and faint restraint. This man decided to control himself now ?
“You can’t do that Sweetheart… What am I supposed to do when you retaliate ?”
“I-Isn’t that what you want ? For me to respond ?” You attempted to keep your voice as steady as you could despite the knot of moans forming in your throat.
“Is that what it is ? A response ? What are you responding to exactly ? And be clear, I want to hear you say it.”
Now he was teasing you, and for a split second, you felt like a teenager again, like the girl he would corner in hallways, kiss on the cheek and call beautiful when no one but him was watching, when no one but him could see you react. For a split second, you understood everything that he always showed you and you started questioning how good you were at reading people. Because you had read Mitch Rapp completely wrong for years.
“I want you to touch me. I want you to touch me until I feel something… Just like I felt before…” You declared, a sudden boost of confidence surging through you.
You both stared at each other for a few seconds, you waiting for his answer and him grinning like an idiot with no thought going through his mind. He needed to do something because you wouldn’t have the strength to do it again.
And in good Mitch fashion, he said nothing and acted.
~
When you asked him to make you feel, a part of you was worried for what would happen next. Were you ready to face whatever reaction he’d pull out of you ? And how would you react exactly ? Because you weren’t just new to this, you were finally accepting it and maybe it would be too much. You were used to being overwhelmed when he was around and never truly managed to deal with it. You hated the idea of simply untrusting the next events to Destiny but clearly you would have any other choice.
As soon as you spoke the words he had desperately been trying to hear, he lifted you up and marched towards your bedroom. You held onto him, staying quiet and avoiding his piercing eyes on you. If you could see what was going through his mind, you would think that he was crazy. There was no other way to explain it, but he couldn’t help it. The things you had him dreaming all throughout high school and even during adulthood, they tormented him for years.
Mitch Rapp had been in love with you since he was eight years old and you took his actions for a desperate attempt to entertain himself.
It was his fault for not being more direct, more honest with himself. All these times, when you’d smile at him or respond to his usual flirting with you own usual blank expression and wittiness. He just couldn’t help it, even if he tried, and it was certain that he never truly tried. He had wasted too much time acting subtle and discreet when the only thing he wanted was to drop to his knees and worship the very group you walked on.
But it was fine. Because now, he would catch up on years of missed opportunities and do everything his dreams had him hoping for. He would show you exactly how much he meant it when he said that it was never boredom.
~
As soon as he dropped you on the mattress, he did not waste a second trying to be subtle or gentle with you. He promised to make you feel and would do good on his promise, but he couldn’t think straight currently. All of you was made to ruin him and be ruined by him in return.
He watched your body bounce on the bed and for a second, processed exactly what he intended on doing to you, his cock twitching at the simple memory of your plump ass sitting right on the perfect spot and pulling the plug on any rational thought. At first, he came here to check on you honestly, but seeing you in your pretty silk shorts and tank top, he wanted nothing more than be the reason you wouldn’t be thinking or walking straight for the next few days.
He all but ripped his shirt off, and let it fall to the floor before dropping to his knees and pulling you towards the edge of the bed. You would be lying if you said that this little display of strength didn’t make your dripping cunt throb in desperation. You never wanted to be used so much in your life, ready to do anything to feel.
You pushed your legs apart without his help and were ready to hide your face when he looked at you with amusement and terribly hidden desire. He was amused but nothing had ever made him this hard in his life. He could feel his pulsating cock begging to be freed, pushing against his zipper and desperately trying to reach that sweet pussy of yours. He could see it, the juices dripping out of you and soaking your pretty shorts. He pushed them to the side and practically came on the spot when he came face to face with your exposed core.
You slept with this, and this only. No underwear and had greeted him at the door with this as the only thing covering you.
Wrapping his hands around your full thighs, he pulled you closer, burying his nose between your legs and inhaling the scent of your soaked pussy.
“Fuck Sunshine… Smells like fucking heaven… And bet it tastes even better. Tell me, do you want me to give it a taste ? That would make you feel good, do you want to try ?”
You could barely speak a word, your cunt doing the thinking for you when you pushed it closer to his face. His lips grazed the wet fabric and you let out a cry of pleasure. This was all you needed to truly feel pleasure ? God, he’d truly ruin you in no time.
Tightening his fingers around your flesh, he forced you to stay still and looked straight into your eyes with a commanding gaze.
“I said that you had to tell me sweetheart. Use that pretty brain of yours, and speak. Or do you just want me to leave, since you’re not communicating ?”
“No !” You exclaimed, genuinely worried that he would leave you without touching you. “P-Please… Please Mitch… I’m so… So wet… I n-need more… Please, touch me more…”
Your pleading voice sounded like a melody falling straight from heaven down his dick and erasing just a little more rational thinking out of his head. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting his go of one of your thigh to stuff his free hand down the front of his jeans. Fuck, this wouldn’t be enough. He frantically pulled it out to unbuckle his belt and undo his zipper, quickly freeing his large member and letting out a groan into your cunt.
You let out another cry of pleasure, feeling the vibrations of his deep voice inside you. Letting out little moans of pleasure at his closeness to your core, you couldn’t help but grind against your sheets, feeling your pussy spread around your tiny shorts and give you a little bit of the friction you asked for. You completely forgot about the man in front of you and started grinding against the sheets, shamelessly moaning his name as if he was the one doing anything.
He watched you, hand wrapped around his thick cock and jerking himself off to you as if he was a in high school again. He dreamt of being able to see you pleasure yourself before, but this was beyond any of his dreams. Gripping on the sheets with one hand, he knew he was done for when you used your second hand to spread your folds open and give him the perfect view of your modesty.
“Mitch… F-Fuck, Mitch please… Please… More, please, gimme more…” You sobbed, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood.
His hand tightened around his girth, slowly moving up and down and letting his thumb move over his tip. Fuck, he was hard, beyond hard, he was ready to bust with barely any contact. He wasn’t a difficult man when it came to sex, but you were making him and easy one. Easy to please and ruin. The kind that would only ever find pleasure in his hand because the girl of his dreams was too far away from him.
You spread your thighs even wider, giving him space to dive in and rub his nose wherever he wanted. You skin was as soft as those fucking shorts, so tender and easy to mark. He inhaled your scent and quickly kissed your inner thigh tenderly. You looked down on him and your cunt quivered when both your eyes met. He kept kissing you, so gentle and sweet, you felt like you were made of fine china. You could feel his tongue lick off the wetness that had dripping down your legs earlier.
Without paying much attention, you found yourself running a hand through his hair tenderly. He groaned loudly, trying to keep in his moans. You could hear the sound of his cock going back and forth into his hand as he fucked his fist at an increasing speed. The contrast between the eagerness from earlier and your sudden tenderness gave you whiplash and you felt dizzy all of the sudden, but you couldn’t on the opportunity to keep watching him pleasure himself.
“You like that huh ? You like watching me fuck my hand in front of you ? Making me go crazy and now you’re all sweet and gentle.” He groaned, his voice sounding strained.
You were quickly brought back to the initial state of things when his lips were replaced by his teeth and you felt a new kind of pain, the pleasurable kind. The sharp pain you felt when he took bit your inner thigh only made your insides wetter and your mind fuzzier. You were breathing loudly, letting the feeling pass while he stood up. His warm hand grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer to his exposed cock.
“Open up. And keep your eyes on me. I want you to show me exactly what you feel with your eyes, okay Sunshine ? You’re going to show me how good you feel gagging on my cock.” He ordered with a playful grin.
You obeyed mindlessly, opening your mouth and letting his cock slide in, rubbing your tongue slowly and letting you taste him. You moved to get on your knees on the bed and help onto his waist, your eyes never looking away from his. He caressed your nape as a silent praise, you were truly ready to let him do whatever he chose to do.
You had slept with men before, but none could rival with Mitch and his size. The feeling of being so full, you might explode, you now knew it. His bulbous tip pushed into the back of your throat, making you tear up at the slight lose of air. You tried to adjust but no matter what, he would be too big to fit. Probably seeing the dilemma in your eyes, he smiled tenderly and caressed your cheek.
“It’s okay Sunshine, don’t force yourself too much. Take your time and do what you want with me. I just want to see how you react to it, okay ?” His smile made your heart swoon, this man would kill you.
Starting off slow, you quickly lost yourself in the pleasure you felt from having him in your mouth. You dug your nails in his flesh, pushing him further down your throat as your sucked on his thick length as if no one was watching. He felt so big, you would suffocate at any wrong move, but none of that mattered when your body only wanted his cum to fill your stomach. You wanted to feel all that thick cum drip down your throat and fill you up like you’ve never been filled before. You wanted to have the memories and the remnants of his presence inside you.
You were going faster and faster, your soft lips wrapping nicely around his girth and sucking on his flesh with all you had. The sounds of suction were flooding your head as well as the sounds he was making, his groans and slight desperate whisperers making your pussy wetter than ever. You needed more, his cock wasn’t enough, you needed all of him inside you.
You tried to suck him deeper than your body allowed, feeling his invade your entire being. If you could see yourself, eyes crossed and fingers gripping on him as you grinded against your bedsheets, begging for pleasure as if you’d been deprived for years. It wasn’t necessarily wrong, you had been deprived by your incapacity to feel lust. But now you could feel and you wouldn’t let it go to waste.
Mitch watched attentively, basking in the pleasure you felt and made him feel. Those lips, he dreamt of them, but seeing you suck his dick like it was your mission on Earth did something vile to his brain. He gripped on your nape and started meeting your movements, pushing himself into your mouth in sync with you. You were quick to respond with loud moans, all of them echoing around his cock.
You giving him your all and even more than what he had asked for. He could see you enjoying yourself and begging for more. Quickly, the gurgling sounds of your drool filled your mouth and dripped to the side, all over your chin. This was the vision. He couldn’t control himself anymore, letting himself truly fuck your mouth full of him.
Soon, you weren’t moving anymore, the man in front of you doing all the work as he fucked your throat into oblivion and made sure to use you as much as he could. The sounds of his sack hitting your face filled the room and resonated around with your muffled moans and his own groans of pleasure.
“Fuck, feel that Sweetheart ? Feel his deep I am ? Bet you can barely breath… Fuck, that’s it, that’s good baby, that’s good… You’re taking my cock so good… I gotta cum Sweets… I needa cum in that pretty throat… You’ll let me huh ? You’ll let me fill your belly up with me ? Might cover your face too… Yeah, I’ll cover you pretty face…” He sounded close to cumming and you had never been so eager before to being covered in cum, but this wasn’t anyone. This was Mitch, and you’d only take it from him.
Your body felt like jello when he pulled your face closer to his lower stomach, your nose grazing his pelvis. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt his spend fill up your insides. He pulled out to cover your face, like promised and watched the white substance drip all over your skin. He stayed still, grabbing the base of his cock on one hand, and his balls in the other, rubbing his tip over your lips and smeared his cum on your skin.
When he was done, he admired you, looking as pretty as ever on your knees, nipples as hard as diamonds as they poked through the fabric of your top, legs shaking softly and your eyes looking dazed and confused. You looked up to him and swallowed every drop of cum in your mouth, licking as much as you could off of your face. He grinned, grabbing your jaw and cleaning his cum off of your face with his thumb before stuffing it in your mouth. You eagerly licked it off and swallowed proudly. He leaned down to kiss your lips tenderly, feeling a sudden surge of romanticism running through his body. You responded by grabbing his shoulders softly and kissed him back, a soft sob coming out of you.
The kiss was as tender as it looked, delicate, as if he was trying not to hurt you of spook you after the multiple previous events. He pulled away, smiling honestly when you moaned in displeasure, holding onto him tighter and pursing yor lips for one more kiss. You wanted more kisses, you needed more.
“Please Mitch… Just one more…” You begged, and fuck, he knew he was absolutely gone for you but not that badly. He was ready to fold as soon as his name came out of your mouth, ready to do whatever you desired.
“I’ll kiss you as much as you want Sunshine, I promise. There’s nothing more that I want. But first I wanna put my mouth over that sweet cunt of yours. It’s been calling my name for days now and I really need to taste you. You’ll let me ?” You nodded and he smiled, dropping to his knees again. “Then, undress for me Sweetheart. And take your time, I want to see it all. I need to carve it in my memory for the future.”
You obeyed like the good girl you had shown yourself to be earlier. You started with your top, throwing it on the floor and letting him admire your soft tits bounce at your movements. He wanted to have them in his mouth too now. You proceeded with your shorts, letting him see how truly soaked they were before you tossed them to the side. You bent sat on the bed and parted your legs open for him to truly take you in.
He licked his lips, rubbing his fingers over your folds and pressing your clit with his thumb. The little yelp that followed fell straight down his girth, standing straight and ready for the next parts. You covered your mouth and he glared at you, prompting you to obediently take your hands off.
“Don’t ever try and cover your sounds. I want to hear all you have to say, always. Do you hear me ?”
“Y-Yes… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, you’re still new to this. Don’t apologize for doing something without thinking or instinctively.”
The softness in his voice was still making your insides melt, but so were his words. He understood how you worked and responded accordingly. This was a first for you, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Tell me when it gets too much, okay ?” He ordered.
You nodded, waiting eagerly for him to do what he had in mind.
Without wasting anymore second, he pushed two fingers between your folds, making you sob in pleasure. You looked down on him and crossed his gaze while he stayed still, he was waiting for you. You took a deep breath before nodding, ready for him to proceed. You had the time to prepare yourself for more and you did good doing so, his thumb pressing on your clit and making your entire body jerk in surprise. Who would’ve expected you to be so sensitive ?
You covered you mouth as a reflex, surprised by the obscene sounds coming out of your own mouth. You’d been quick to forget Mitch’s previous orders clearly, the man punishing you instantly by pulling his fingers out and spanking your pussy until it was swollen and leaking out of control, not that you had any in the first place. You could only cry out a little more at each slap, begging for him to stop but pushing yourself towards his fingers everytime he thought of stepping away.
“Sweetheart, I won’t be telling you again. Your hands, off of your pretty face. Or do you want me to tie you up ?” He watched you genuinely debate the proposition in your head and smiled tenderly. He got up and kneeled on the bed to lean towards your face before kissing your cheek. “I’ll remember that for next time, don’t burn your neurons trying to answer.”
You nodded slowly, feeling your heart thumping loudly at the thought of doing it again with him. You hadn’t even gone all the way yet that you were already excited for the next time.
You watched him get back on his knees and smile at you tenderly, as if that would soften the effects of what he was about to do to you. You wanted to respond to his smile with your own but quickly forgot the idea when his fingers slid back in you, this time to part you open. In an instant, you were twisting and shaking in pleasure, feeling his flat tongue lick a long strip along your dripping folds. He was looking at you, you could feel his eyes on you, but it didn’t matter, not when you felt like you’d pass out from this alone.
Your hand dove into his black curls, pulling on them at each new lick from him. You could feel his organ invade your insides and suck on your slick covered flesh, sucking in your juices loudly. Your moans and cries of pleasure echoed around the room, competing against the sounds he was making while buried between your beautiful legs. The soft burn of his facial hair made you entire body shake, the feeling the beard leaving marks along your sensitive core and inner thigh.
If you could see yourself right now, you’d understand why his actions became frantic and practically desperate. The view of your body, arched to perfection to give him a view of your tits while he devoured you was ruining any kind of control he found pride in having. His cock was as hard as stone, leaking heavy drops of cum and begging to empty itself inside you. He’d never been this weak before, this sensitive to anyone. You were truly going to be it for him and his entire body was embracing the idea of submitting itself to you.
Pulling a finger out of you, Mitch licked the slick off of it and rubbed it around your clit, smiling against your core when you wrapped your legs around his neck and tightened your hold on him. He could choke to death in that instant and would be perfectly fine with it, ready to die if it was by your hands, or by your thighs if we were being accurate.
He let you grip onto his scalp and hold him still, pushing his tongue inside you while you fucked yourself on his face shamelessly. He could feel your insides wrap around him and drip sweetness all in his mouth. He had never felt that much while going down on a woman, but here you were, pushing him to his limits, making him moan praises and pleas for you to keep using him.
“M-Mitch ! Fuck, Mitch, God… I-I…” You tried to express what he already knew, feeling you pull away from him. Absolutely not, Mitch wasn’t having it. Not when you were right there, ready to pop. There was no way he was going to let you waste another opportunity for him to taste and smell you keep your scent etched into his growing beard.
He wrapped his large hands around your thighs and held you tight and as close as humanly possible to his face, letting you right your high on him. It took everything in him to not cum on the spot , God, you were killing him.
For the first time ever, you felt the pleasure of cumming with a man’s tongue pushed deep inside you. You felt like your organs were exploding in thousands of little fireworks, burning everything in their way slowly while you could only quiver and cry out for more. You could feel Mitch suck in your cum and feast on your sensitive core while you tried your best to survive what had just happened. Your legs felt like jello, deprived of strength and hanging loosely around the man’s shoulders in defeat.
In a sudden boost of submissiveness, you let out a little sound of pleasure, and ran your hand along your thighs and stomach before reaching your breasts that you squeezed vigorously. You knew he was watching, God, his gaze and attention was the only thing you wanted at the moment. You wanted him to watch you pleasure yourself to the memories of him and his tongue inside your pussy, already giving up freedom to give yourself to him. How addictive was sexual pleasure when you could actually fell it, right ?
While you played with your tits, pressing and pinching your sensitive nipples, his hands gripped on your but, tightening his hold around you possessively. A part of him had just started to wonder where you had learned such things. To him, you were still the girl he met through his annoying sister. Young and beautiful, taking shit from no one, and considered difficult by too many people to fond a boyfriend who would actually be worthy of her feelings and emotions.
She must’ve learned these things somewhere, with someone. Multiple someones even. And that thought made his blood boil and his ego fly up at the speed of a rocket. His long cock couldn’t stop vibrating at the thought of marking you inside out, making your pretty pussy as his and marking himself as yours.
To busy in his thoughts, scheming his little plan, he hadn’t noticed your eyes on him, and what you said next gave him what felt like a heart attack.
With your legs parted wide and your eyes barely opened, either out of exhaustion or lust (or both), you have him another look at your pussy, taking a life of its own and opening up under his insistant gaze.
“Mister Firefighter... Are you going to fuck me now ? I want to feel your cum drip inside my pussy… She wants a taste of you too…”
Mitch Rapp wasn’t a believer. Fairytails and hold folklore and mystical creatures, he didn’t care about them. But in that moment, you gave him the proof that sirens existed and that he was about to lose his life to one.
The next seconds turned into a blur, either because of how fast the events went or because you had managed to unlock pure desperation out of Mitch. He was quick in him movements, jumping on the bed and placing himself between your legs. He was already holding your wrists, pinned them to the mattress and kissed you as if his life depended on it. His tongue felt warm in your mouth, exploring all the surfaces in you and swallowing your soft moans at the same time.
Tasting your plump lips again, but more thoroughly this time, his body moved too. You could feel him rub the thick tip of his cock along your folds, smearing the drops of cum leaking out of him all over your gaping cunt.
His mouth descended towards your neck, biting pieces of flesh and sucking on the on his way down. His real target were your tits, soft sweet, ready to be devoured too. Mitch was slowly getting closer to a beast than a man with you under him. He’d never felt this kind of hunger before, desperate to taste all of you. He looked into your eyes, thinking about it for a second before dropping his face in the crook of your neck in a chuckle. He kissed on your skin tender, his fingers playing with your nipples as well.
You watched him kiss the valley of your breast and leave bite marks around your flesh. Your body was covered in them now. Just a little more and you might’ve actually been eaten alive. He grinded against you, both centers of your body heating up on the other and ready to truly feel it. His lips quickly found the center of your chest and sucked on them, his eyes entirely on your body while yours were on him.
Your hand found his hair again, caressing it tenderly while he enjoyed himself. It was supposed to be about studying your feelings and emotions but looked like Mitch was lost in his own. You pulled him away from your breasts, still breathing out little moans when his fingers went back to doing the work.
“Please Mitch… Don’t want to cum without you inside me… Please…” You pleaded softly, trying to form a coherent sentence while you could feel his throbbing cock begging for the same.
He caressed your face and smiled, sliding his hand around your neck and squeezing in a possessive grip.
“See what you do to me Sweetheart ? This was supposed to be about you but fuck… Fuck, I need to taste all of you… I have too many ideas for you, too much shit I want to do…” You exhaled, looking down on his own length and guiding the tip to play with your swollen folds. He kept teasing for a few seconds, enjoying the sounds you made when desperate, before stopping and leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Don’t worry Sunshine. You’ll get fucked properly in a second, I’m just making a list of what we’re trying out next.”
Your nod was instantly replaced by a gasp and your entire body shaking in a second. You looked down, seeing his fat cock push inside your dripping hole and felt yourself melt from the inside out. His width kept expanding, pushing your walls further apart. Despite being still, raised straight and holding your legs apart, you could feel his girth mold your pussy around him. He was truly ruining you flr everyone else.
When your breathing slowed down, he pulled out slowly, chuckling when you cried out in displeasure. His hand found your cheek to caress it tenderly before stuffing his tongue between your lips out of nowhere.
He repeated the motion, pulling out of you and sliding back in slowly before picking up a rhythm, the kind that left you speechless. As he started fucking into you, the sounds of his thighs slapping against yours started resonating louder and louder.
“M-Mitch ! Feels so… So good ! P-Please ! Please more ! More !” You moaned, your hands gripping on the sheets as if you were scared of falling down without them.
His own fingers dug into your soft flesh, his cock pounding harder into you each time you’d let him hear how good he made you feel. The sound of his name coming out of your mouth in the most obscene of symphony wasn’t just a boost to his ego, it all went straight to his heart and into his dick. There was something deadly about the vision of you, laying under him, taking his abuse of your pussy to perfection.
He leaned back, watching the way your pussy would swallow him whole, taking every inch of him and begging for more. None of his dreams could even compete with having you really here. He couldn’t even count the amount of time he’d dreamt of fucking you, no, making love to you. It could possibly be expected from a teenager, hell he even dreamt that his hands were yours when he needed relief. But a grown man having wet dreams about his sister’s best friend on her knees for him, that had to be weird.
“Good, Sunshine, good girl… Taking me to perfection… Greedy little pussy, you just wanted me to fuck you silly huh Sweetheart ? Wanted to feel my cock buried all the way inside your tiny body huh ? You needed me to make you feel better than good, answer me.” He groaned into your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist and moving your body at however he pleased.
“Y-Yes ! Yes, God, yes ! Yes, yes ! M-Make… Make me feel ! Please !” You sobbed, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly.
Better than a simple display of strength, Mister Firefighter was treating your body like it was made of plastic, light and ready to be filled to the brim. Was he crazy for wanting to see his cum drip down your thighs ? Maybe, maybe not. All he knew is that he’d give you exactly what you were asking for.
Moving your body effortlessly, he spun you around, laying you flat on your chest and raising your hips while he grabbed handfuls of your ass to guide you under him. He looked down on you, his hand caressing your exposed back and your nape. With your face buried in the pillows, back arched and presenting yourself to him, he knew he wouldn’t last long.
He leaned over you, moving his hand from your hips to your swaying breast that he grabbed and played with, squeezing vigorously. Raised your head, turning it slightly and facing him. His nose rubbed your cheek, inhaling your scent just like he was used to.
His breathing was loud and so were his soft moans of pleasure. He kissed you, as passionately as before, all the sounds coming from your body being swallowed by the other. You pulled away to breath in, your head getting cloudier by the second.
“Mitch, Mitch, Mitch, fuck ! Fuck, I-… I…”
He heard and understood you, being in a similar situation himself. His kisses on your neck started again, his warm palm founding your stomach and pressing into it. There it was, the feeling of his tip invading your entire being. He fucked into you harder, the sounds of his sack slapping against your cunt and probably making it even more sensitive. He was ruthless, fucking you like he had years of repressed desires to make up for.
He stood straight, still pounding the life out of your dripping pussy, and grabbed your ass again, parting it wide and viewing the way his cock would come in and out. If he could, he’d take pictures or even paint them himself from memory. There was no way he’d forget that vision now.
“I’m cumming too Sunshine… I’ll fill you up real nice, I promise…” He swore, throwing his head back and pushing himself just a little more, his release getting closer and closer.
“Yes, yes, yes ! Please, please give me ! Give me your cum Mitch, please ! Oh, God ! F-Feels so good ! Oh fuck ! Fuck, fuck, fuck !”
You were losing your mind, his balls slapping your sensitive skin and even reaching your clit. You were desperate for more, starved for it, so much so that you had even started pushing yourself towards him, meeting his thrusts and parting your legs even wider.
“My greedy little cum slut, fuck, I can’t… Can’t hold it Sweetheart…” He grunted loudly, making your pussy vibrate in submission around him.
Then, it came. The flood. For the first time, in your life, and the second (or third, your brain was too fuzzy to keep up) time tonight, you came around him while he was cumming into you. Hard and messy, you both coated the other of your arousal. It felt hot and was truly sipping through each corner of your insides. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you collapsed into the pillows and took in every drop he let out inside you.
His own girth was getting soaked by your sweet juices. He watched his cum spill out of you and drip down your inner thighs, just like he had dreamt. He watched you, mesmerized by your submissiveness, his member jerking back to life when you tightened around him. He kept going back and forth into your canal, making sure that his cum wouldn’t go to waste.
You turned your face towards him, reaching for his lower stomach weakly. He groaned, smiling tenderly when you scraped his chest attempting to get him to stay still and with you. Your legs were still shaking and
“You need more already Sunshine ? Barely able to think straight and you already want more huh ?” He mocked playfully. You hid your face in the pillows and it was his turn to swoon internally. He leaned over your back, teasing you by slowly rolling his hips. “Don’t worry Sunshine. Mister Firefighter is going to give you as muck cock as you want.”
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Mitch truly was a man of his words, and he was also a cuddler. After rounds after rounds, you had finally decided to stop, or at least, kind if stop.
Still buried deep inside you, he caressed your sides while you laid still and silent on top of his chest. After you had shown him you could ride him like a mechanic bull, he couldn’t let you escape that easily. His fingers felt good on you, soothing all of the pain you could feel. He did admit going a little too hard on you, but your face when overstimulated just… Irresistible.
You purred into the crook of his neck, kissing his collarbones and biting on them when you had the strength. You were content, you knew it, that was what joy felt like and you knew it thanks to the man kissing the crown of your head tenderly.
“I hope you’re aware that I’m not tolerating anymore running away Sweets. I’ll chase you all over the world if I have too. Be warned.”
You chuckled, raising yourself slightly to face him. You smiled, taking hold of his face and kissing his nose.
“You told me you loved me thirty minutes ago and you’re already okay with following me around the world ?”
“Obviously. I loved you since high school if you don’t remember. I was just waiting for you to stop running away here.”
“And all it took was for my workplace to catch on fire. Nice.” You mumbled against his chest.
You both laid there, in silence. Basking in the comfortable loving bubble you had both built around each other. Yeah, you were great.
“By the way, be careful when calling me Mister Firefighter. I might do something crazy like fuck you in uniform.”
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Fresh Air (Dylan O'Brien)
Author's Notes: Thank you all for the love, support and patience you've shown me while I've been on a hiatus. You voted for Dylan to be my first story back, and I hope this does not disappoint.
Warnings: Drinking, swearing, references to drug use, sexual references - sexual innuendos (*established relationship - unprotected sex, semi public sex, pet names, fingers, lots of kisses!)
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The colour she had painted her lips was beyond distracting. It was the same colour she had worn the very first night they ever kissed, and it wasn't lost on him. He was way more observant than she gave him credit for. Soft, glossy, pink and with  a few sparkles. It drove him wild making him think about her lips all over his, messy and frantic as they kissed in the front seat of his Audi.
Dylan licked his lips subconsciously to satisfy his need to kiss her. The alcohol flooded his head and swam in his veins as he flicked his cigarette into the street then walked over to her.
"Young lady, you have two options. Another drink and a dance or I take you home." Dylan muttered with a little nip to her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Why would I want to go home?" She questioned with a furrowed brow as she turned in his arms to face him.
"Sweetie." Dylan growled with a curl of his upper lip as he slid his hands into the back pockets of her jeans.
She raised her eyebrows as she realized what he meant, his hands squeezing her backside and pulling her close. She tossed an arm around his neck and toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him shiver.
"I'll let you take me home, Dylan." She whispered as she pressed her forehead to his, rubbing their noses together.
"Your lips look so pretty tonight, sweetie." Dylan muttered as he reached a hand up to thumb at her bottom lip gently, doing his best to not smudge her paint.
"Thank you." She smiled as she pressed her lips to the pad of his thumb.
They got home, but didn't make it inside. Dylan was sober enough to drive, but not enough to control his urge to kiss her like a teenager left to his own devices. He parked the car and grabbed her hips, tugging her over the console and into his lap.
"Baby!" She laughed as he bit her chin and along her neck, his hands filled with her backside as he pulled her close.
"You're so fucking pretty." Dylan muttered into the crease of her neck before he sunk his teeth into her skin, making her gasp. He pushed his hands up the back of her shirt, desperate to feel her skin beneath his palms.
"What did you drink tonight, baby?" She hummed as she pushed her hands into his hair while she rolled her hips on top of his, letting him nibble on her neck and collarbone.
"Just like, two beers. Did smoke a bit, though. Shared a blunt with the guys." Dylan grumbled as he licked her skin where he had bit her while his thumbs flicked her bra clasp.
"Blunts make you a big baby." She smiled, letting him unhook her bra beneath her shirt and fill his hands with her breasts.
"Didn't always. Now I smoke them and it makes me think of you, and us. Getting high together and touching, having sex. You're so cute and soft.  Just fucking love you." Dylan muttered as he thumbed her nipples.
"Liar. First time we smoked together you were all over me. Touching, snuggling and kissing. And we hadn't even gone out on an official date yet. You were nothing but hands, O'Brien." She teased with a tug of his hair.
"You make me feel needy. Can't help it." Dylan breathed out as he removed his teeth from her neck and rested his head back on the seat rest.
"It's not a bad thing. It's just funny how you were so respectful to me when I came over that night, and then the minute we lit up you had your hands on some part of my body. I liked it." She smiled breathlessly as he ran his fingertips through the waistband of her jeans toward the button.
"Yeah? What else did you like about that night?" He hummed as he aimlessly toyed with the button of her jeans, never opening them.
"The way you looked at me, how you said my name then started calling me sweetie. When you played with my hair, and wrapped us in that blanket. Then when you kissed me." She breathed out, squirming around on top of him from the tension between them. But she was confined between him, and the steering wheel, Dylan had all the control just how he liked it.
"I remember all of that, too. It was nice. You pulled my hair and called me baby when we were kissing. I was done for, and I think that's when it probably started. The whole, blunts make Dylan a big baby thing. Makes me think of that." Dylan smirked as he flicked open the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper.
"Should we go in the house, baby?" She whispered as she pressed her fingertips to his neck, lips brushing over his while he reached a hand inside her jeans.
"Nope."
Dylan watched her eyes flutter shut as he pulled her panties to the side and brushed his fingertips through her folds. He hummed softly as he felt her drip, circling her clit and watching her chew on her bottom lip.
"In..oh...in the Audi?" She panted as he rolled her clit with his thumb and pressed at her entrance gently with the tip of his middle finger.
"Only if you want to." Dylan mumbled with a kiss to her chin as he eased his finger inside of her.
"Big needy baby." She breathed out with a pull of his hair, dropping her forehead to his.
"For you." Dylan smirked with a little twist of his finger inside of her, making her whimper and pout her lips against his.
Dylan has vowed to himself, and silently to her that he would be respectful. Not get too hands on despite how much he liked her and would have enjoyed seeing what was beneath her clothes. Slow, and respectful. He could do that.
"Stop. Stop. This is painful to watch." Dylan laughed as he watched the object of his affection attempt to roll their blunt for the evening. She said she could never do it, so he told her to try. And try she did.
"My fingers don't work this way!" She giggled as she held the paper haphazardly rolled with weed.
"Give this to me. I'll help you, sweetie." He grinned as he gently took the paper from her and easily rolled it between the tips of his fingers. He felt her watching him as he licked the paper, sealing the edges and twisting the top. He handed it back to her with a smile - all done.
"You're good at that." She whispered, face warm from watching his fingers and the new nickname he had given her. He only ever called her by her first name, respectfully so.
"Had a bit of practice." Dylan laughed softly with a nervous rub to the back of his neck.
The smoke filled the back patio beneath the large tree, the two of them inching closer and closer as the blunt ashed down. By the time it was done, she was curled into his side underneath his arm as they chatted happily.
"Cold?" Dylan muttered as he traced his fingertips over her arm, shivers beneath him as he went.
"A little." She nodded as she shifted closer to him.
Dylan reached behind them and grabbed a blanket pulling it over their legs and chest. He thumbed at her chin, smiling at her hazy eyes and relaxed face.
"Better?" He whispered as he eyed her lips, the pretty glossy paint a little smudged from the blunt paper but still incredibly enticing. He found himself playing with the ends of her hair, twisting the soft, smooth tresses around his fingers aimlessly.
"Yeah. Nice and warm now." She nodded with a smile, her own hand reaching out to touch his facial hair.
"Good. Your hair is so soft, really shiny." Dylan muttered as he continued to twirl her hair around his fingers, exhaling heavily through his nostrils at the feeling of her fingers on his face.
"Thank you. I like your beard." She smiled as she thumbed his chin.
"Thanks, sweetie." Dylan laughed softly as he brushed her hair over her shoulder, letting her touch his face.
"You smell really good, and you're warm." She breathed out as she shifted closer to him beneath the blanket.
Dylan uttered a, come here and took hold of her hips to pull her onto his lap. He placed his hands on her thighs, feeling her soft skin beneath his palms. He moaned softly as she leaned forward and gently scratched his facial hair along his jawline.
"Feels good." He mumbled as he moved his hands along her thighs, and took hold of her backside over her shorts.
"Your hands feel nice, too."
Dylan shivered, feeling tingles in his scalp and down his spine at her soft omission. He gripped her backside a little firmer, fingertips digging into her flesh over her shorts to pull her closer. He leaned in just a little, closing the gap between them and pressed his lips to hers for the very first time. Dylan worked his fingers into her hair as they kissed, her fingertips pressed to his jawline as she whimpered into his mouth making him feel wild for her.
"Dylan." She whispered against his lips as she moved her hands to the back of his neck.
"Sweetie " Dylan grumbled as he pushed his own hands up the back of her shirt. He kissed the corners of her mouth as his thumbs caressed her back, loving how she curled her body into his.
"Kiss me again." She begged softly as she pressed her forehead to his.
Dylan did as requested of him, kissing her lips and slowly slipped his tongue in her mouth while he kept a hand on her back inside of her shirt. His moan matched hers as his tongue explored her mouth, their hands all over each other. He slid his hands into the back pockets of her shorts and grabbed her backside, pulling her even closer to him.
"Watch your hips." Dylan muttered into their kiss, his hands gripping her sides to cease her back and forth movement. It wasn't that he didn't like it, he did.
"M'sorry." She blushed as she pulled away from him slightly, chewing her bottom lip.
"No, no. It's not like that. It's just that I promised myself I would take it slower with you. And these hips are making it a little difficult. It's not that I don't like it. I do." Dylan muttered as he eased them down to the outdoor couch, positioning himself between her legs as he thumbed her chin and reclaimed dominance.
"Why slow? And why me?" She questioned as she pulled at the small gold chain around his neck.
"Because I like you, a lot. And sometimes I have a tendency to take this fast and not ruin it with sex, but get there too quick without a foundation." Dylan explained with a soft sigh, looking over her pretty face.
"I'm just happy to have you kiss me, and be close to me." She breathed out as she pulled her nails gently down his chest, making him smile.
She had coaxed Dylan out of the Audi, and got him back into the house. He didn't make it passed the foyer, though. His shirt off, and pants around his ankles.
"C'mon, sweetie." Dylan groaned as he palmed himself over his boxers, pinning his half naked girlfriend to the table at the front door. Her shorts were long since discarded into the backseat of his car, her bra undone under her shirt.
"Baby." She hummed as he pulled off her shirt then slid her bra off her arms, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from either elbow back up to between her breasts and her neck.
"Bed is too far." Dylan grumbled into her neck as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up onto the small table then wrestled her panties down her legs. He dropped his boxers to his ankles as he kissed up to the sweet spot beneath her ear, breathing a smile as she sunk her nails into his back.
"I don't trust this table, Dylan."
"Trust me though, right?" Dylan muttered as he pressed his forehead to hers and dropped his eyes down to watch himself touch her entrance with his tip. A groan rattled around in his chest as he soaked himself in her, teasing them both as he waited for her go ahead.
"With my life." She nodded as she rested her head back against the wall.
"I've got you. Won't let you fall." Dylan exhaled as he eased inside of her, taking hold of her thighs as he settled inside of his love. His lips made their way to hers for a messy kiss as he bottomed out, her walls sucking him in.
"Baby." She moaned out loud with a deep scratch to his back.
"I know." Dylan cooed. He pulled his hips back then snapped them forward, the small table rocking beneath them as he picked up his pace. His forehead dropped to her shoulder, his fingertips pressing into her thighs.
"I love you, Dylan." She breathed out against his temple. After the night he had, after the smoke in his lungs altering his consciousness and the tension between them he couldn't help himself. He sealed his lips to her shoulder and with a firm thrust finished inside of her, thankful to feel her nails pull down his back as she fell with him.
"I love you, too."
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#5
can we have ‘ do you touch urself think my of me’ w dylan for ur 500 sleepover thing’ thxx
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Warnings: 18+, mentions of sexual language, sexual activity, female masturbation
"DO YOU TOUCH YOURSELF WHEN YOU THINK OF ME?"
You shuddered; large hands ghosting over your sides, radiating dizzying warmth through the terrycloth of your towel. You could feel his movements so clearly despite the lack of physical touch, and it was beginning to make your mind sway with increments of a lustful haze. It was absentminded as your head gently fell back, lulling to the side as his warm breath fanned down your neck, each small exhale feeling like a fiery kiss against your sensitive skin. The man knew exactly what he was doing - the ability to arouse you already easy enough, but executing it without the usage of his masterful hands and lips only added to his adept skillset. You offered a gentle nod of your head, a response that you could only muster from the small amount of sanity he was letting you have. Dylan's lips curled into a generous smile as they dragged under your ear, a tender peck placed over the still wet skin from your shower.
He carefully pulled the abundance of your wet locks over your other shoulder so that his access to your neck became facile, lips now able to properly envelop your skin and leave behind an array of moan-inducing kisses. The man couldn't help but press himself against you, one hand now gripping your waist tightly as the other sat just above your thigh. Even though your eyes were closed, you were sure that you could sense the inevitable swelling of the veins in his arms, an indication that he was trying to hold himself back - that whatever self-control he harnessed was holding on by a whimsy thread before he would eventually have you backed up against the basin and screaming out every goddamn syllable of his name.
"Dyl..." You moaned softly, and if he wasn't focusing so hard on enhancing the purple bruise near your clavicle, he would have missed your near-silent plea. By now, your arm had been thrown behind you to allow your fingers to thread through his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp as your other hand entangled with the one guarding your waist. You could feel the upturn of his nose nuzzle into the curve of your neck as Dylan reveled in the soothing attention you were feeding him. He hummed lightly against your skin, his lips unable to stop the small litter of pecks that now trailed across your shoulder as he gently pulled down the material shielding your body. You were immediately covered in goosebumps; the cool air meeting your hot and flushed skin spiking the small bumps and provoking a display of shivers down your spine.
"Does the thought of my fingers make you feel good?" He wondered aloud, voice raspy as it was whispered against the shell of your ear. You could only manage another nod as your teeth sunk deeply into your bottom lip, tugging at the reminiscence your body felt as you remembered how good his hands treated you. It was now more obvious that your thighs had been rubbing together from the arousal he easily prompted - ankles crossed over and a small patch of red skin that was caused by evident friction near your heated core. Just the thought alone of the man behind you harassing your moistened sex was driving you absolutely insane.
Dylan untangled your hands before setting his lightly over yours, his movements slow as he dragged your touch down the front of your body. You opened your eyes, lashes fluttering against your cheek before you focused on your boyfriend in the reflection before you. He was mesmerised - eyes detailing the way you were reacting to his touch and intimate maneuvers - until his gaze finally fell on yours, causing a smirk encased in mischief to curl at his lips, complementing the heavy wink that fell from his right eye. He maintained eye contact as his pointer finger directed yours to your clit, the nub incredibly sensitive as he controlled your caress in a circular motion. He was guiding you to pleasure yourself as your chest instantly swelled with a deep intake of air, mouth falling ajar and eyes slowly becoming hooded.
You eventually sighed out in contentment; leaning back against Dylan when your legs began to grow unstable, his spare arm reaching across your chest. He grasped one of your fleshy mounds as he began to squeeze, his thumb and forefinger pinching an exposed peak to draw out your building moan. Dylan smiled as he watched your face contort with pleasure before murmuring in your ear, "Whatever you do, don't stop." His voice fractured with his own arousal, despite wanting to push it aside to focus primarily on you. He let you continue rubbing an array of shapes against your clit, his second and third finger now sliding into his mouth as he coated them with oral lubricant. You watched him intently, and you knew what was coming.
His lips brushed against your neck, "Keep your eyes on me, baby. I want to see how I make you feel when you cum on my fingers."
It was a growl that entered your ear, the beautiful caramel tone of Dylan's eyes now clouded with a dark chocolate hue, fervor for your pleasure now etching across his features quickly. He managed to suction his lips back to your neck, eyes still boring into the mirror. You couldn't look away from him, you didn't want to, which is why it took you by surprise when he pushed both fingers deep inside of you. An involuntary gasp squeaked past your open mouth, soon followed by a throaty moan that echoed loudly off the tiled walls. His pace was relentless as his fingers thrust quickly, the curl of their tips brushing over your rigid roofing and eliciting a whine of desperation. You didn't dare slow down your harassment on your clit, even pressing down harder when Dylan's nails scraped over a sensitive part of your core.
It was a quick set decision as he reached up to grasp your chin, turning it toward his awaiting lips before he pressed them harshly against yours. He didn't start to take your bottom lip between his own pair until he felt you relax slightly into him, an indication that you were content with the kiss. He sucked, teeth dragging your lip away as he pulled back, only to immediately dive back in and soothe his tongue along the graze. You were receiving amounts of pleasure all through your body, head now spinning with all sorts of romantic sentiments and lustful sensations. You took the opportunity to drag your tongue over his, pulling your boyfriend into you even more by the union shared between your mouths.
It was his turn to groan, only to be swallowed by you as you took leadership in the kiss. Dylan, though, still had reign over your upcoming orgasm as he thrust faster, angle changing until he found the special spot that made you scream between his lips. The room echoed with your joint sounds of satisfaction, complementary to the slick wet noises of his fingers drenched in your arousal as you neared your orgasmic high. You explored his mouth with the desperate muscle, recognising every nook and crevice as if it were the back of your hand. You provoked grunts from Dylan as he sucked the air from your lungs, needing to survive on your taste and feeling, nose dragging across your face as he fought the metaphorical battle of tongues.
It didn't take long for you to pull back, your voice crying toward him with furrowed brows and an incredibly heaving chest, "I'm gonna cum..." You breathed, whinging tangled with your tone as you found his spare hand. It was second nature as you grasped him, fingers sliding between his own, wanting to hold your boyfriend for support from what you anticipated as a body shaking high. He sped up even further, the contraction of your walls around him making his groin twitch and harden. You could feel it as he spontaneously pushed against your backside, the throbbing of his member settling into your lower back. Knowing that this was turning him on threw you over the edge, completely.
Eyes rolled back as you convulsed; the heated ache in your pelvis spreading through your veins as your body erupted in euphoric fire. A loud cry escaped you, "Fuck... fuck, Dyl-Dylan... baby... shit..." Your words were incoherent, unable to form proper sentences as you spoke absentmindedly in time with the stars exploding over your eyes. You could, however, see the familiar orbs of your partner as you maintained eye contact, Dylan's brows furrowing as he bit his lip with enough force to draw blood. His pace began to slow, only stopping when your frame collapsed against his chest. He pulled the tired digits to his mouth, sucking away the remnants of your juices and moaning at the taste he often dreamed about.
"That was so hot." He breathed out, your hearts thumping in unison as the only sounds now surrounding you both were the jagged breaths you shared.
You agreed as you reached up to him, your arm still shaky as you cupped Dylan's face and rubbed your thumb gently over his flushed cheeks. "You, are, incredible." You huffed, smiling sincerely despite the tiredness that now blanketed your face. He could tell by the lidded eyes you flashed him that the pleasure you felt took a lot out of you, prompting your boyfriend to lean in and tenderly kiss your swollen lips. His soft actions made your shoulders slump in serenity as you remained settled against him, only to be held flush further against his chest as his arm protectively sat at the base of your ribs. You managed a chuckle, "Guess I'll have to have another shower to clean this mess up." You gestured to the dripping juices falling down your inner thighs.
Dylan pulled back, at least two steps away from you as you braced yourself against the counter. He smiled gingerly as he removed his shirt, thumbs tucking into the waistband of his sweats and boxer briefs, "Good, I'll join you."
327 notes - Posted January 26, 2022
#4
“You're joking, right? That asshole did NOT ask you out.” with stiles !!!
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Warnings : swearing, doesn't follow canon after s2, i thought this was super angsty but it's not HAHA
Notes : THIS IS LONGISH okay
"YOU'RE JOKING, RIGHT? THAT ASSHOLE DID NOT ASK YOU OUT."
A loud tone of disbelief rung in your ears, the perpetrator only inches off your heels as he followed you through the crowding hallways of Beacon Hills High. His archetypal outburst was far from unexpected, yourself knowing that it'd slip out sooner or later, but what did take you aback was your lack of introduction to the topic - Stiles was the one that approached you, and his words were immediately shot through his lips in full throttle. He didn't take it lightly when you responded with an eye roll, your locker slamming shut before you turned away from the boy to make your way to the courtyard. That's how found yourself dodging strange looks from other students as Stiles continued to flail his arms in utter incredulity, ramblings in the form of incoherent sounds and fractured sentencing now a representation of his cynicism.
"It was one date, Stiles." You replied, boredom of his overbearing protectiveness seeping from your words. With one arm clutching your History textbook tightly to your chest, the other reached out to push the large doors standing in your way, warm rays of sun quick to dance across your skin. You sighed lightly through your nose as a brief moment of contentedness made your shoulders slump. The fresh air was already doing you good, but the rambling from your friend only brought you back to slight suffocation. You turned to face him as feet carried you to a nearby table, eyes glaring immediately at Stiles until his mouth slammed shut. You clicked your tongue as you pondered, "How did you find out anyway? I only told Lydia, and it was only this past Saturday."
Stiles pursed his lips, any sort of eye contact now widely forgotten as he found interest in everything but your stare. His lanky frame began to slide onto the bench across from you, his usual hyper-activeness betraying him as his voice hummed loudly in his throat and leg bouncing distractingly under the table. Stiles looked down to his entangled fingers before a nervous chuckle escaped him, "A birdie told me. A.. super-hearing, hairy, bird of the night.. told me."
You rolled your eyes again, head shaking, voice firm "McCall."
"Look, it doesn't matter who blabbed, alright? What matters is that he asked you out again and you said maybe!" Stiles' voice rose, arms in their typical position as they're held out dramatically by his side, gestures soon to become easily trademarked by Stiles Stilinski. You peered up through your eyelashes, the page of which your textbook was open now bookmarked by your index finger. Your facial features contorted skeptically, eyes squinted, not understanding what point your friend was desperate to make.
Your shoulders shrugged as if it weren't a big deal, and Stiles groaned in irritation, "This is Isaac Freakin' Lahey, Y/N. The guy screams 'bad vibes'!"
"I don't know, he seemed incredibly genuine to me." You exacted, unbothered as you returned focus to your studying. Confidence began to settle your rattled mind when Stiles' voice shrunk into small speechless squeaks. He expected you to agree with him but instead came up dumbfounded as you opposed his delusions of being in the right.
It shocked you significantly when his voice was raised by another two octaves, his tone breaking and strangled as they ran quickly from his lips, "G-Genuine? Genuine, Y/N?! The dude was evil not even three months ago!"
"I think evil is a bit of an overstatement." You quirked a brow, stoic when eye contact with Stiles' widened and amber hues was regained.
"He tried to kill us!"
You began to wonder how many times you could roll back your eyes in a thirty-minute timeframe, sure that by now you'd be close to breaking a world record. The motion was paired with a clicking tongue, "Now, I know that's a definite overstatement."
What you admired about Stiles was also what made him formidable at times. He was continually overrun by his persistence - a trait that derailed him from giving up on people and tough situations, however, also further fuelled his over-energetic notions to the point where the boy became utterly irritant. Paired with his headstrong protectiveness, Stiles was immensely possessive over the ones he cared for most and that made him a constant force to be reckoned with.
Stiles glowered, exasperation clinging to the downward tug of his lips and the furrowing of his brow before his head shook slightly. Large hands dragged down his face at a slow pace as he gritted his teeth, evident that he was trying to not let his inner frustration get the better of him to the point where he'd likely explode with unfiltered wording. You were trying to ignore your friend's 'over dramatics' as eyes skimmed back over your current chapter, the small window of focus now interrupted once again by a heavy sigh; the type that sounded oddly like defeat.
"You're being very difficult right now, you know that? I'm just..." He trailed, hands curling into fists. He appeared ambivalent as his jaw rolled, lips pursing with every attempt to convey his thoughts and feelings in a way that best suited him. Your book sounded gently as you closed it, unable to stop the tilting of your head when you gazed over Stiles' inner conflict with himself. Your shoulders jumped as his fists suddenly banged against the tabletop, Stiles quick to release another heavy sigh, "I'm trying to help you. I don't trust the guy and you deserve better than him! You... you just deserve better."
"Who then, Stiles? Who is better?" By now you were leaning forward on your crossed arms, your voice close to breaking with the frustration you harnessed from your friend's behavior. A small part of you wished that he would finally end the charade and nominate himself. It wasn't a secret that you saw the sun and moon when you thought of the hyperactive boy sitting across from you, hell, you were seventy-eight percent sure he felt the same. Stiles wasn't one to act so readily upon his emotions; he cowered away, pushed them aside, hardly recognized anything remotely reciprocal. But it was simple, you didn't want to act on a stupid crush if you weren't completely sure that he didn't feel the same way.
You looked to him with a questioning eyebrow raise, and he returned it with wide eyes and an agape mouth. Stiles was taken aback by your retort and slowly, his cheeks filled with a heavy dusting of deep rose that pinched at the tip of his upturned nose. He gulped hard, stuttered sounds uncontrollably pushing past his lips until he displayed another unexpected burst of his loud voice, "A-a-anyone! Anyone is literally better."
You didn't think it was possible, but you found another opportunity to roll your eyes once more, tiredly huffing out your words as you awaited on some type of hopefulness, "Give me an example, Stiles."
"Fine... Scott! Scott is better. Scott is like, literally, a hundred-fucking-times better."
His answer was beyond unanticipated. You slowly lent back as you retracted your arms from the table, your own pair of widened eyes expressing how shocked you were to receive a riposte that definitely wasn't thought through long enough. You clicked your tongue as your eyes lowered into a squint of dubiety, brows following as you didn't dare look away from the boy, who himself, was surprised by what he blurted out in the heat of the moment. "So, let me get this straight. You want me to date... Scott? He's the one you think I should be with?"
"I mean, yeah, it's a huge... no, enormous upgrade from scarfy boy." Stiles was simply playing along now, managing a facade that showed his calmness as he leaned back with arms crossed nonchalantly over his chest. His heart, alas, thumped roughly in his chest as he felt it rattle his cage. Nausea seeped into the base of his throat and it took everything to swallow it back down without pulling a face of complete disgust. He was teetering on the ledge of admitting his jealousy and confessing his feelings for you, only to fall down the rabbit hole of concealing away the emotions that quite literally took control of both his mind and heart on a daily basis. He was hurting and he brought it upon himself.
You felt your shoulders slump as his persona was altered so swiftly, doubt about misreading social cues and body language now invading your memories. You bit your bottom lip, harshly, "And there's no one else? At all?" Your voice broke as you squeaked toward him, suddenly feeling so small.
"Why would there be anyone else?"
Lashes danced across your skin as your eyelids closed, a gulp of subdued sadness struggling to pass through your throat. You were familiar with the pain that situated itself with heartbreak, but this felt different - it was raw, and you couldn't understand why. It was as if he had reached through your chest and pumped at your heart himself until the pressure was too much, and the thumping muscle gave out. It was as if the guilt of one simple date with the resident sweetheart Isaac Lahey was beginning to eat at your soul, begging the question of if one small date was too much when you saw hope with the boy next door instead. It was as if those small flirty exchanges with Stiles were one-sided, those fiery touches that left burns against your skin were misappropriated, and that the history you shared together was simply just that... history. You wondered if he was just toying you along for the fun of it all.
"You know what-" You finally said, unaware that Stiles could see how you were so affected by his inability to express himself to his full potential. He, himself, was saddened by the turn that took your usual playful banter to the uncomfortable anguish that was held so tensely in the air between you. When your eyes opened, you took a deep breath, unable to look at the amber eyes that usually made you swoon. Your textbook was gathered in your arms and your bag slung over your shoulder, "This is unbelievable. I don't have time right now for games, Stiles."
He didn't expect you to leave as his eyes followed every movement you made, his body beginning to jitter from surges of anxiety. He threw his hands out towards you as his lengthy arms nearly crossed the entire width of your table, striving to keep the miniscule shaking of his fingers at bay as he called out to you, "Games? What, no, there's no games. What games? No no no... stay, okay, just stay..."
You couldn't find the need to reply, instead, shaking your head and collecting the last of your belongings before moving speedily across the courtyard. Stiles, in turn, was frozen with a clenched jaw and allowed every nervous cell in his body to go unmanaged as he practically fell from the bench and stumbled his way over with quickened feet to block your path. He was at a fastened jog by the time he caught up to your hasty speed, his chest heaving timidly, body hunched as he bent down briefly with hands splayed over his knees. He was short of breath, sure that he would collapse from a heart attack if you decided to move any further.
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345 notes - Posted February 27, 2022
#3
" There's no way i can cover these marks " with Mitch?
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Warning: mentions of sexual activity, swearing galore
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"THERE'S NO WAY I CAN COVER THESE MARKS."
You shamelessly bit down on your bottom lip, eyes trained on the sinewy form at the foot of your bed as his muscles flexed under even the smallest of movements. You could see through the minimal space of which he didn't cover the mirror, that his eyes were squinted in concentration and brows furrowed as he played inspector. A soft giggle fell from your lips as he was referring to the trail of purple splotches adorning his neck, littering over his collarbone and eventually down to his chest. They weren't hard to miss - the colour was vibrant and definitely semi-permanent for a while.
"You didn't seem to be complaining when you had your dick in me." A purr settled in your throat, Mitch peering behind him through the reflective surface just as you rolled slightly over the crisp white sheets. His whiskey hues followed the thin material only just barely covering your torso and thighs, knowing exactly what he'd find if it happened to slip from your naked body. The image made him moan before he swallowed hard, his head slightly shaking as he tried to rid the beautiful picture you'd paint him every time you both were intimate. He had to leave for work, he couldn't be late again - Irene threatening to have his head on a stick if he dared show up outside of their agreed-upon time.
You could see his struggle, prompting you to laugh quietly under your breath before pushing yourself up into a more seated position, hands quick to grasp the sheet and drag it up to cover your exposed front. "I could put some makeup on it? Works wonders for me." Which it often did - your body usually the one marked and decorated with Mitch's insignia. You believed that he enjoyed it more than you, which wouldn't be an understatement if he could only see the look of pride he sported when he admired his pleasureful work. That, and the symphony of moans that he conducted from you with just his mouth.
Mitch instantly scowled, his brows furrowing, "You're not touching me with that shit. It looks fantastic on you, let's leave it that way."
His answer prompted a pout to playfully sit on your lips, causing the man in front of you to roll his eyes. You knew how to get him going. "Don't look at me like that, not with those dumb puppy dog-eyes..." The man sighed, a brief head shake and disbelieving smirk gracing his facial features. He chuckled, knees already breaching the edge of your bed, "Look what you're making me do, baby, now I have to come over there and kiss that frown away, and you're the one that's getting blamed when Irene loses her fucking head."
Mitch moved quickly; his large hands already capturing your waist as he held you through the sheet, lips immediately encasing your own. You fell backward with a gentle thump as Mitch's body completely covered your smaller frame, your arms snaking around his neck to pull him closer to you. His tongue swept along your bottom lip, a dance of its own, until you eventually opened for him. It was as if he was trying to breathe in all that you were - an attempt to graciously accept the love that you so willingly provided him. The intoxication he felt when he was drawn in by your tender touch and sweet taste would always drive him to utter oblivion, a drunken daze that required no alcohol. He knew that the moment he crossed that bed to join your lips again, that it'd take him a hell of a lot to pull him back out.
It was you who pulled back first, needing a moment to catch your breath as your fingers tangled in the slightly long locks of your boyfriend. Mitch, however, didn't stop. He didn't want to. His mouth dragging along your jawline and down your neck, suctioning around particular pressure points that he knew made your legs shake. A throaty groan escaped you and the man couldn't help the smirk that pressed predominately against your skin. Your voice was strangled, a soft choke escaping with your words, "Is this your way of getting pay back? By making us hickey twins?" You sounded dubious, but the nod and muffled sound of agreement he breathed against your neck solidified your beliefs. "You're enjoying this way too much."
The euphoric feeling that vibed through your bedroom was halted when Mitch's phone began to buzz, the vibrations creating a loud and intrusive pattern against the nightstand. He groaned, shoulders slumping before throwing his arm out to the side to bring the device to his ear.
"I'm busy."
He grunted before tossing it to the side, screen now laying flat on the mattress. His hand returned to your body in order to pull the sheet down, his tongue not shy as it followed the material, trailing between your breasts... until the phone rang, again.
"Occupied."
He spoke sternly into the receiver once he picked it up again, the phone thrown across the bed for the second time this morning. You were finding amusement in the situation, wanting to file a small laugh but the second his teeth pulled at one of your exposed nipples, your body returned to its state of anticipation and lust. Your head lulled back as a hand threaded through his hair, softly tugging along with the moans gathering in your throat. The sensations you felt were mesmerizing, until you suddenly jumped, the generic ring tone calling through once more.
Mitch growled, reaching for the device now somehow behind him, "Wrong fucking number."
You stifled a chuckle, "Go. Stan's just gonna keep calling. He'll probably come kick the damn door down and drag you out by your ear if you hang up on him again."
The man deflated, not wanting to admit the accuracy of your statement, especially knowing how Stan likes to deal with things in the unconventional kind of way. He looked into your eyes, their brightness making him smile, "If I have to."
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"What the fuck is that?" The older man grumbled, eyes trained on Mitch as he slid into the passenger side of Stan's beaten-up truck. He started mostly at the litter of bruises rising above the neckline of Mitch's black t-shirt, before focusing back on a pair of mischievous amber eyes.
"They're hickeys, Stan. You actually need somebody interested in fucking you to be able to get some of your own." Mitch retorted, his usual level of attitude still managing to push at Stan's buttons, regardless of how used he is to it by now. Mitch smirked, "Y/N's a biter." He declared, voice smug and proud before showing off a wink.
Stan looked utterly disgusted, "Yeah, you don't fucking say."
460 notes - Posted January 12, 2022
#2
Where Stiles Lives Out His Dream.... || Headcanon
Pairing : Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Warnings : just cuteness, maybe like one swear word?
Notes : had this idea for a while, NWH definitely boosted it though!
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it started in kindergarten
a five-year-old stiles wearing the same spiderman shirt every day for the first week
surprisingly, claudia wasn't bothered washing it each night
especially when he got it covered in paint and food and.. god knows what actually caused the stain on the left hand sleeve..
one would think that he had that darn action figure superglued to his hand
he refused to let it go, just like that shirt
his obsession never faltered, though
only growing more the older he got
and when he finally watched the movies.. his life changed
stiles was nine-years-old when his dad let him watch the first two tobey maguire movies
he was enthralled by watching spiderman swing around on his webs and fight the bad guys
his large honey eyes were glued to the screen and widened in wonder
and when peter parker finally got the girl, he felt a warmth settle in his chest
a strange warmth that he couldn't describe, not until he was old enough to properly understand
noah stilinski was looking over case files when he felt his son tug at his shirt
stiles only grinned, "dad can i have a mj?"
and noah only shook his head
he smiled back though, admiration etched over his worry lines
"not yet, son"
"dad... is mom your mj?"
and noah only laughed, eyes flickering to a sickly looking woman grinning at her boys' interaction
"she definitely is"
it was freshman year and stiles had turned fifteen-years-old
he wore a large grin to complement his red t-shirt and dark flannel
a large black spider symbol gracing his chest
by now his ADD has grown and he wasn't very good at focusing
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779 notes - Posted January 3, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
can i request “ actually, i think we have to go again. you know, just to be sure… “ with stiles please ? <3
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Warnings: 18+, sexual activity, swearing
"ACTUALLY, I THINK WE HAVE TO GO AGAIN. YOU KNOW, JUST TO BE SURE..."
It was hard to resist the chuckle that fell from your lips, your heart still reverberating severely against the caging of your chest from the intimate union you and your boyfriend have only just shared. He was still laying over half your body - collapsed from the effort he poured into your first time together. Stiles was placed on his stomach, head slightly turned on his pillow to face you as his eyes remained closed in absolute bliss. You were able to tuck your chin over his shoulder before pressing soft, gentle kisses against his sweated skin. You could feel the pads of his fingertips lightly brushing over your exposed sides and it forced a pleasant shivering sensation to rush up your spine. He had electrified you; made your soul and mind and every single inch of your body feel utterly alive, and it was so exhilarating.
"To be sure of what?" You started, hands dragging up and down his back in inconsistent patterns as you held him close to your frame, "That we aren't virgins anymore? 'Cause, seriously, Stiles... we are beyond being fucking virgins, especially after what just happened." A ghosted feeling briefly sparked in your lower abdomen as a familiar and enticing pull of a heated rubber band built with anticipation; you could feel the body memory of your orgasm as you continued to draw a deep breath, your teeth sinking deep into your bottom lip as you mentally reprised the euphoria Stiles had put you through only ten minutes ago. It was your first experience of the metaphorical fireworks you see in those romantic movies, a conversation often spoken between your friends as you and the Stilinski boy stood back in awkward outcasted silence. Not that you planned on having sex for the hell of it, no, it all started with a loving stare that was held for too long and a kiss that made you forget that oxygen even existed.
You knew it was time when you could hardly hear his choked-up voice as he whispered that he loved you; that you brought light to his continuously dark days, that you made him forget about the pain that danger that your lives had been thrown into. He spoke with the utmost sincerity until tears gathered in his eyes, the honey tone enhancing as his heart grew larger. Stiles had lost the woman that meant more than the world to him, but you filled that gap, you helped remind him that loving doesn't mean losing - it means holding on forever, and never letting go.
By the time you realised you were daydreaming with a fresh coat of rosy cheeks and a smile of adoration, Stiles was reaching up to push stray hairs away from your face - the warm brown swirls of his eyes, the ones that were burnt in the back of your mind and seen as a regular occurrence in the happiest of dreams, were gazing into your own. He was smiling lazily and unable to keep his hands off of you. You were like porcelain to him, a delicate cut ceramic that needed to be treated with the most tender of touches, a beautiful artwork that deserved to be admired for as long as you stood, and more. It was an obsession that he couldn't shake, and one that you knew you most certainly couldn't lose even if you tried.
"Ya know, can't be too sure these days," He crooned after your brief silence, his mouth finally caught up with his mind, "Gotta make sure the job is done right and to perfection... every single damn time." By now, Stiles was hovering completely over your naked frame, eyes shameless as they scoured your body and brought immense arousal through the coursing of his veins. You could feel his length pulsate and harden against your thigh, the libido of the Stilinski boy already desperate to make love to you once more. The thought alone made you rub your thighs together, a familiar slickness moistening your sex. You placed your hands on Stiles' chest as you trailed them down his pecs, the muscles in his stomach tensing we you passed over his stomach before nails scraped through the darkening happy trail. Stiles shuddered immediately.
"Can we try something a little different?" Your voice was barely audible, a nervous squeak pushing through your lips like drops of anxiety joining the butterflies in your stomach. You looked up in time to see Stiles gulp, his head nodding in robotic action as his gaze widened. You bit your lip again as your hands now slid under his arms to grasp his shoulders from behind, Stiles' large hands clasping over your waist. "I want to be on top this time."
His groan was loud - a deep and strangled growl that voiced from his chest and echoed off the walls around you. His head dropped to your shoulder and you sensed that this was something he'd been thinking about for a long time, fantasized, even. Your thoughts were affirmed when his dick twitched against you, absentminded jerks against your skin as he neared full erection for the second time tonight. You were immensely flattered, but sexual desire took the front seat and you were suddenly rolling across your bedsheets with the boy until his flop of soft and scruffy brunette locks flounced upon your pillow. You were straddling his waist, and you'd have to admit, the angle of this new position brought a power you didn't know you craved until now.
Stiles let go of your waist and brought one hand up, thumb rubbing small serene circles over your cheek the moment he cupped it within his protective hold. The other trailed south before his pointed finger mimicked the circles of your cheek, however harsher and large against your throbbing clit. You moaned with fluttering eyes, the nub still sensitive but surprisingly prepared to be harassed again. You were melting into Stiles and he relished in knowing that he could bring this sultry side out of you.
"You have no fucking clue how hot you look right now... but in case you were wondering, it's very hot. Extremely hot. Smokin' hot-" He began to ramble and his eyes raked down your upright body, focusing on each breast with the desire to attack them with his mouth and tongue, followed by the small grinding movement you were making now that his finger has slid into the clasp of your core. You were a goddess and Stiles was desperate to worship you, over and over again.
"-You need to shut up and stop teasing me, Stiles." You snapped, voice unable to grasp the concept of frustration as you instead began to whine, head lulling back and nails digging into the skin of your boyfriend's wrists. He nodded erratically, stammering sounds of fractured syllables and lost words dancing from his tongue as he quickly reached beside him. The packet of condoms he was incredibly anxious to buy the week before sat idly on your nightstand, his fingers scrounging for the foil chain of squares as his other hand stayed preoccupied with prodding your moistening sex.
Stiles swore under his breath as he managed to get hold of what he was searching for, a small burst of excitement in his success tugging into a smile. With the crinkling sound of foil nearby, you instinctively slid backward and over Stiles' swollen red girth of desperation, the boy sounding loudly at the feeling. He drew a deep breath, "Fuck... okay, fuck, we're doing this... we're really doing this again..." His voice rose in octave, the ball of energy of which was Stiles Stilinski making you grin out of second nature. You could hear the excitement that cradled his words close, his chest already rising and falling with labored breaths. You had barely done anything in your opinion, and he was practically cumming right on the spot.
He slowed down enough to guide the condom over his upright erection before jerking it briefly, his eyes glued to your still glistening skin and the remainder of your prior afterglow. It wasn't, though, until he looked up and caught your gaze that he began to stop breathing altogether. Set deep within your eyes was complete love - an indescribable feeling that left you with a nauseous sensation in your stomach that actually made you feel good - and Stiles thought that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in this harsh and wonderful world.
It was last second when he lifted himself from the mattress, never breaking eye contact with you until he was seated upright with you positioned snugly on his lap. He gulped, amber hues flickering between your swollen lips and softened eyes. His lips quirked up into a smirk before he lent into you, pressing a kiss so tenderly over your own pair. Your shoulders sagged in contentedness before you caught his bottom lip, sucking on it gently. Stiles pulled back only the slightest, your lips still brushing as he tilted his head to the side and pushed his tongue over yours. It was a dance between muscles, one that caused moans to elicit and drown in the mouths of the other, a desire to breathe life into the one that made you feel so incredibly weightless at this moment.
Stiles drew out each second until it was literally impossible to go any further, his loud breaths fanning heavily against your shoulder after he pulled away. He had his arms secured around your back now, palms flat as his fingers splayed over the small curve of your spine. Yours were too tangled around him as you played with the longer strands of hair above the nape of his neck, the sentiment prompting a grin to press into your shoulder as Stiles nuzzled his nose into you. As your heart ricocheted in your chest, you settled yourself above the boy, holding his tip over your entrance. He hummed, another small kiss pressed between your breasts from your brief change in height, "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too." You replied, biting down as you slowly sunk down on him, your walls still not used to being stretched as you hissed through the pain. Stiles made sure to lay a hand over your hip to help steady you as the other linked with one of yours, this thumb rubbing over your hold as you offered him a tight squeeze from the aching. When you reached the bottom, you groaned out in the bittersweet mixture of pleasure and hurt, Stiles releasing a similar sound as your tightened walls clenched around his still sensitive girth. It wasn't until you started rolling your hips, that both sets of your eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
"Fuck-".
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darkh3llscap3 · 2 years
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Dylan O'Brien Masterlist
Updated: February 3, 2022
General Masterlist
Stiles Silinski-
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Sacrificed
Stiles x fem! Reader x Yandere! Void Stiles
Summary: When void takes you hostage he expects Stiles to give him information cause of his feelings for you.
Warnings: Kidnapping, swearing, head trauma, angst, major character death.
Death is the only escape
Yandere Killer! Stiles x Killer! Reader x Boyfriend Theo x Reader
Summary: When Scott takes his life because of the bullies at camp and gets no justice you and Stiles take it into your hands leading you to learn the truth.
Warnings: Mentions of suicide, death, gore, major character death, yandere behavior.
Mitch Rapp-
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Thomas
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A Beautiful Tragedy
Lovesick! Thomas x Lovesick! Reader
Summary: You and Thomas don't have the healthiest relationship but you love eachother and nothing will stop that. You atleast try to enjoy the little moments of peace because there's always a storm behind it.
Warnings: yandere behavior, obsessive thoughts, MCD, Jealousy, fighting in public, mention of flirting with someone other than your s/o, description of gore and death, toxic relationship, description if the afterlife that's not the bibles (if that offends you don't read),  heavy angst, lovesickness, little but if fluff, death, murder.
Joel Dawson-
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strangerquinns · 1 year
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Dylan O'Brien Concept/Blurbs
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SMUT(18+)
new look; dylan o’brien
morning sun; dylan o’brien
bathtub fun; dylan o’brien
wakeup call; dylan o’brien
friends with benefits; stiles stilinski
first time in months; dylan o’brien
party; dylan o’brien (part two)
apart; dylan o’brien
night-out; dylan o’brien
dirty text; dylan o’brien
hard and deep; dylan o’brien
high; dylan o’brien
breaking the rules; dylan o’brien
slow and hazy; dylan o’brien
“use me”; dylan o’brien
in charge; dylan o’brien
happy birthday; dylan o’brien
four months; mitch rapp
strangers in a bar; dylan o’brien
baby making; dylan o’brien
interview; dylan o’brien
smoking; dylan o’brien
shower fun; dylan o’brien
morning; stiles stilinski
good night; dylan obrien
good girl; stiles stilinski
FLUFF
sacred romance prompt: first date
dinner for two; dylan o’brien
a third; dylan o’brien
birthday boy; dylan o’brien
love of my life; dylan o’brien
movie night make-out (smut-ish); dylan o’brien
family; mitch rapp
crush; stiles stilinski
NYC tourist day: dylan o’brien
the first moment; dylan o’brien | i love you, too (part two)
on the streets of New York; dylan o’brien
drunk snuggles; dylan o’brien
happiness; stiles stilinski
potentially romantic prompt; gaze; dylan o’brien
early morning cravings; dylan o’brien
dive bar; dylan o’brien
stay in bed; dylan o’brien
newborn; dylan o’brien
forehead kisses; dylan o’brien
sneaking in; stiles stilinski
tongue tied; mitch rapp
mother nature; dylan o’brien
little white chapel; dylan o’brien
mother nature; dylan o’brien
“mommy, mine!”; dylan o’brien
terrible plan; stiles stilinski
Halloween fun; dylan o'brien
ANGST
need you close; stiles stilinski
the target; mitch rapp
proposed confession; dylan o’brien
one year anniversary; stiles stilinski | part two
jealousy; stiles stilinski | part two
potentially romantic prompts: catch; stiles stilinski
friends with benefits; dylan o’brien
“because I love you,”; stiles stilinski
“hold me”; stiles stilinski
a year in the dark; stiles stilinski
five years later; dylan o’brien
“will i ever recover?”; dylan o’brien (deleted by accident)
“by your side”; dylan o’brien
OTHER (NO THEME)
jealous; dylan o’brien
tied-up; void!stiles
pillow fort; stiles stilinski
red-carpet; dylan o’brien 
sleepover; stiles stilinski
baby; dylan o’brien
thanksgiving dinner; dylan o’brien
pda; dylan o’brien
mending and distracting; dylan o’brien | part two
shining armor prompt: (kill); void!stiles
Oblivious Lovers Prompt Night
Best Friends Brother
The Kiss
Void!Stiles
Perfect
Adore
imagines + mini-series masterlist
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wildflowerdylan · 2 years
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WITH BENEFITS
PART TWO - PART THREE - PART FOUR
Pairing : Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Warnings : 18+ content, enemies to lovers, cursing.
Concept : College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N. 
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The next morning was unlike any other. You don’t know fear until you wake up naked next to someone you don’t like. Our morning was mostly silent and avoiding eye contact. Sure, we were drunk, but we weren’t drunk enough to not know exactly what we did and exactly how it felt. “Here…” Stiles said, being the first one to speak. He was handing me the t-shirt I was wearing to bed. I grabbed it and examined it slightly. “This way you can’t blame me if you’re cold on your walk home.” I look at him and roll my eyes, throwing the shirt back at him. He grabbed the shirt and shook his head back at me before watching me leave his room quickly.
“Hey! We didn’t know you were still here!” Scott smiled at me as he watched me walk down the steps from Stiles’ room. I smiled a tight, uncomfortable smile, “Yeah… I was pretty drunk last night so Stiles offered me his floor.” Stiles walked down behind me, about as annoyed as I am. “That was out of character of you, Stiles.” Lydia comments kindly. “Yeah, well, Y/N and I are really trying to make this whole pack thing work.” We both looked at each other for a moment before turning away angrily. “You guys don’t look too happy with each other…” Liam says with a raised brow. “We can’t change overnight, Liam.” Stiles says angrily. “What Stiles meant to say was that we’re kind of hungover and would appreciate it if we would all stop talking about us right now.” The group looked at each other awkwardly for a moment before scooting in and caring on. “Alright, well, great seeing you, Y/N.” Stiles says as I walk towards the door. “Wait! Wait! Stiles…” Scott scolds as he stops me from leaving. “Y/N, come sit with all of us.” Stiles and I just look at each other with clenched jaws. “Okay…”
We sat and sifted through food, acting surprisingly kind to each other. Of course, we still had snide comments to give here and there, but overall the group seemed happy to see our change. “I’ve gotta say, you guys are doing really great with this whole acting like friends thing.” We both smiled awkwardly, nodding our heads.
“Alright, well, we’ve got to get to the library,” Lydia smiles, looking at Malia who very clearly does not want to go. “Can I come with you guys? I’ve got a paper to write.” Lydia nods at Kira and walks out with the two girls. Moments past that, Scott asks Liam a peculiar question... “Hey, Liam?” The boy says to catch the other’s attention. “Do you smell that?” Liam looks around and shakes his head, “All I smell is anger and… fear maybe?” Scott nods his head, “Yeah…” Liam looks at the alpha for a moment before turning to the other two that were being of no help. Lucky for Scott, Liam then got a call from Mason to go to the library as well so that they could work on the project they have together. Liam groans on the phone before saying his goodbyes as well.
“It’s been great…” I say suddenly, making Stiles jump a little. Stiles nods enthusiastically, “See ya!” I roll my eyes, grabbing my purse from the counter and hopping off the bar stool. “Y/N/N, wait.” Scott says calmly. “I’ve got to talk to you and Stiles.” We both look at each other again, but with worry. “What happened last night?” I shrugged my shoulders, “We got drunk.” Scott shakes his head, “Yeah…and?” Stiles rubs his face in frustration, “You can smell it, can’t you?” Stiles’ eyes lock with Scott’s who just raises his eyebrows to say yes. “God, why do you have to be such a strong wolf?” I say, smacking the countertop. “Hey! Don’t blame me for your actions!” I roll my eyes, “Not mine! Stiles’!” Stiles turns towards me and scoffs, “You were the one that undressed in front of me.” I widen my eyes and gasp, “You kissed me though!”
“Enough!” Scott growls, having enough of our arguing already. “I don’t care who started it. I care about what this means.” I shake my head angrily, “Scott, I love you, but this is absolutely none of your business.” Scott looks at me in shock. “But I-” I cut him off, “You want to help. I know. But please just keep your ears and your nose out of Stiles and I’s whatever this is.” Scott nods his head reluctantly, “Okay, I’ll stay out of it.” I nod my head once, speaking much quieter this time, “Thank you.” The three of us sat in silence again, a very uncomfortable silence until eventually I picked my things up and headed out the door for the third time this morning. “I had a great time-” Stiles cuts me off, “Yeah you did!” He puts his hand up for Scott to high five but is immediately rejected. “Not something to joke about yet, huh?” We both give the boy a glare and then finally say our goodbyes.
One week goes by and the two of us proceed to avoid one another again. This time was just much harder because of Scott’s persistence to get us to talk about what had happened. It wasn’t until there was literally nowhere to study at the library after I had walked twenty minutes there that I forced myself to talk to him.
I walked up to the study room Stiles was in and knocked a couple of times. He looked up at me with little emotion before smiling a tight smile. “I thought we were avoiding each other,” Stiles says as he goes back to reading the textbook in front of him. “We were…” I say softly, “Until all the study rooms were taken up.” He chuckles to himself. “Come on in.” The boy moves his stuff around so that I can sit at the table with him. “Thanks,” I smile, putting my laptop on the table and scooching my chair in. We proceeded to sit there in silence, just studying, for a couple of hours before Stiles slammed his textbook shut.
“We should do it again.” I look over at him with furrowed eyebrows, “Do what?” He looks at his fiddling hands for a moment before turning towards me, “We should have sex again.” I scoff, “Yeah and while we’re at it we can grow an extra limb!” Stiles looks back at me, unamused by my sarcasm. “I’m serious, Y/N.” I just shake my head and continue to type. “I just think that maybe we would tolerate one another better if it meant we got to fuck.” I shut my laptop harshly, turning to face Stiles. “Are you being serious right now?” He puts his hands up as if it's obvious, “Yes!” I breathe in with frustration as my response. “Come on, Y/N/N… The sight of you alone used to piss me off. Now, I don’t mind as much.” I shake my head in disbelief. “I bet my life that you think about the other night just like I do.” I turn towards him with a clenched jaw, “You piss me off.”
“Great, let’s fuck then.” I scoff, “Stiles, that’s not how life works. You can’t just have sex and expect all your problems to be fixed.” Stiles shrugs, “Maybe not… But this problem definitely could be fixed by that.” I look at my computer for a moment before turning to look at him again, “And what happens if I say yes?” Stiles looks me in the eyes with hope, “We’ll set a few rules and boundaries and then see each other naked for however long this goes on for.” I keep my eye on him, a serious look in it as I consider his proposition. I begin shaking my head, “I must be fucking stupid, but fine.” Stiles perks up, “Fine?” I nod my head with a deep breath, “Let’s set those rules.”
“Great! So, where to start?” Stiles pulls out a pen and paper and marks the number 1. “Okay, I think we should stay away from any place where the supernatural frequents.” Stiles nods, “Agreed. I am not having the sex talk with Scott again.” I chuckle slightly before letting him continue. “No other sexual partners.” I nod my head, “But dating is okay?” Stiles nods his head, “I mean, we’re not dating, so sure.” I look at his hesitation, but knock it off to general discomfort. “How about complete transparency with dating. If I go on a date, I'll tell you and vice versa.” Stiles nods his head, “I like that.” Relief completely washes over him. Stiles writes down another number and then pauses, “This might be a silly rule to put, but if one of us catches feelings we have to tell the other or break things off.” I look at him carefully, “Okay.”
Stiles finishes writing the rules down and then takes a picture to send to me. “So, we’re really doing this?” I say as I look at the photo on my phone. Stiles nods, “Yeah… I think we are.” I nod my head with him before moving to close the door to the study room. Stiles perks an eyebrow up at me. I ignore his expression and walk over to him gently before moving to straddle him in his chair. He looks up at me with shock, “What about no places where supernatural frequent?” I nod my head, “Yeah, but we can’t be the only horny kids in the library.” Stiles looks at me for a moment with a little expression before nodding his head and pulling me down.
I think this is gonna be fun.
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hoes4dylanobrien · 2 years
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Mets Dylan (AU miniseries) 3/?
a/n: so being in New England myself I may have made Dylan a dunkin donuts kinda guy? Idk if he is tho, but I like the idea of it. LMK if you wanna be on my new taglist for this fic, friends :3
tw: Dylan being cute hungover, swearing
taglist: @roxic93​
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You idled in the office parking lot, debating whether or not to go in.
You were fairly sure what this was about. The picture that girl posted online that was quickly making headlines everywhere after being taken up by TMZ. You, a nobody, caught in a compromising position with your client, Mets star baseball player Dylan O’Brien. 
It was not the best situation to find yourself in, especially after what you’d been trying to do went up in flames. You were more angry with yourself than Dylan, though. He was who he was, which was a womanizing dick most of the time. It was his M.O. He was predictable, in a sense. And that was why you were angry: you should have known better. He was doing what he was always doing, but for you to have gotten caught up in it, in those stupid mesmerizing eyes... It was only a moment, but it may have cost you everything. You knew it didn’t look good (even though NOTHING happened...) but your employer wouldn’t see it that way, and so you felt it was the calm before the storm. The dreadful thought that you may just leave here without a job crossed your mind. 
Your phone lit up with several texts then.
A few from friends wanting to know the tea, one from Ray, your boss, that said I know you’re out there, y/n, I can SEE you from my desk... stop picking around and get your ass in here (yeah, your boss was pretty casual with you) and one from He Shall Not Be Named (childish on your part, you recognized).
Can you stop at dunks on the way there, i’m feelin munchkin today 
You rolled your eyes so hard they went back in your head. The audacity of the asshole. 
He saw you read it, and sent one text after the other:
hello????
answer me
y/nnnnnn
y/n, I can literally see you reading my texts. this is important. need to know my Dunkin's will be there. and ask for extra caramel drip on the macchiato, you know the one
You’d had it up to here with him, and couldn’t help shooting off a quick text.
I’m not your fucking maid or your executive assistant, Dylan. Ask them to get it, or, here’s a concept, get your grown ass your own Mighty Macchiato. You can certainly afford it. 
The dot, dot, dots appeared. Then:
see now I'm worried you didnt say iced. You know I don’t drink hot coffee y/n 
:(((( 
You looked up, muted your phone, and may or may not have screamed out loud. 
Putting on your big girl panties after a good pep talk to yourself, you approached the front door and step inside. The doorman, Chris, greeted you with a smile. ‘Hey y/n, good to see you. How was the weekend?”
“Oh, you know...same old same old.” You didn’t elaborate. He nodded understandingly, and, judging by the look on his face you could tell he saw the story but thankfully didn’t ask about it. “Yours?” 
“My grand baby was home. My daughter and her husband were visiting, so we got some good family time. Had us a good barbecue. DIdn’t want to leave ‘em to come in today.” 
“Oh, wow, good for you! How old is she now? Lizzie?”
“Seven,” he said proudly. “That’s wild, I remember seeing her around the office back when she was only three, I can’t believe how fast she’s growing!”
“You’re tellin’ me!” He snorted.
“Well, I’m sure they had a wonderful time with you. Did they leave already?” 
"Yeah, Eric - my son-in-law - was needed back at work so they packed up and left early this morning.” 
Your phone buzzed again. There were an embarrassingly long stream of texts from Dylan, who apparently thought you were still talking to him, and the boss, who was now calling. He must really be steamed.
“Business calls?” 
“Shit, yeah. Sorry, gotta jet. It was nice catching up though!” 
“You take care now, Miss y/n.” He winked at your retreating form. 
"I’m on my way,” you said by way of greeting as the elevator doors closed behind you.“Good. Because we’ve got a pile of shit on our hands.” 
I sighed. “I know.” 
“You really screwed up.” 
“I know,” you repeated.
He just gave a long sigh, ending the call abruptly. 
Out of habit you checked your social media, surprised to see several hundred new followers, and an inbox full of messages from both bots and real people wanting to know the scoop. Well, that didnt take long to identify you. Huffing, you almost put your phone away when you saw another text flash across the screen, figuring it was probably Dylan again harassing you with his Dunkin Donuts order that was really not happening. But it was somebody else:
I saw you in the news, so sorry that happened to you! I’m here if you’d like to talk, or not. I know I’m supposed to wait 3 days before asking for another date but life's short and I really enjoyed your company. 
So James didn't see the picture and assume the worst. You were so thankful, and realized you were smiling as you prepared to text him back when the elevator doors opened. 
Your coworkers all turned toward you as you walked by them, whispering. Your work bestie, Annika, was waiting by your cubicle, heels tapping, practically twitching at the prospect of getting the dish. 
“Girl, you gotta tell me-
But before you could answer her, before you even had a chance to place your things on your desk, your boss was calling your name. 
Everyone seemed to quiet then, not used to hearing the laid-back man so angry. 
Annika mimed a drink, and you nodded subtly as you walked backwards toward Ray’s office. You’d be catching up with her after work, or if your luck turned, at a long boozy lunch after you were laid off.
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What A Scary King
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Summary : King Mitchell is known for being cold and distant. Some would even say scary. And if it seems like you're the only one saved from his temper, he knows how to prove the gossip wrong, even more when you ask him to be nice.
Pairing : King!Mitch Rapp x Royal Guard!Reader
Warnings : 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI, pet names, smut, degradation, power unbalance, mean mitch, creampie, titty worship, slight manhandling, overstimulation too if you squint, mitch being really rough on reader, kinda fluffy too in some places (i made the man a little sweet to balance it out :)).
A/N : second one for you birdie !! hope you enjoy :)
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There she was, strutting down the hallway of the castle, looking as fresh as a morning flower and as joyous as the sun. She reminded of the sun, ironically, probably looking ten times brighter. She could light up a room with her smile making hearts melt was her specialty and she surprised more than one when meeting her.
That girl was you. You were the embodiment of the sun in this dull ancient castle.
In a place where power ruled over everything else, a constant fight to keep it or get it for ourselves as well as money and adoration from the people, you skipped freely, as if nothing truly bothered you. You were the only free in this fancy diamond cage. That was what had attracted Mitch’s attention first, how free you looked, happy and just bubbling in excitement at practically everything. He wouldn’t deny the fact that he found you annoying and excessive in your reactions at first. He would even say that you were actually too bright and it was painful for his eyes.
Mitch was completely opposite to you. Just like Edward Cullen, he looked like he was in pain at each interaction he was having. Visibly uncomfortable or just bored out of his mind, he just couldn’t help his incapacity to care. He looked just about perfect for the role too, messy hair and scowl who could make a war veteran cower. Was he doing it on purpose ? Yes, people wouldn’t approach him and would approach you directly.
The problem was that people were supposed to talk to him. He was the king and you were just his personal bodyguard.
You tried to help him put himself out there but King Mitchell was definitely not the easiest to deal with. He always found a way to get his way and that meant letting you blabber around with important people while he found a way to stand there and watch you or just disappear. And you couldn’t say or do much, because he was the boss. But you did speak, because that’s all you ever did, talk.
“Your Highness ! Your Highness, stop walking! Wait !”
He couldn’t hide the grin on his face, clearly amused by the situation, just like the rest of the staff watching it unfold. It wasn’t unusual but they had to act as if they weren’t seeing it. As usual, there you were, running after the King, trying to have the usual conversation.
You were still following him, this time through the hallways of his quarters, forbidden to most, except you. You lived there, and not with the other bodyguards, for a reason unknown to them and the rest of the staff.
He kept walking and you kept running, trying to catch up to him, which was lore difficult than it seemed. In your defense, the King had longer legs, and he had disappeared about five minutes before you noticed and started running after him.
“King Mitchell, stop ignoring me and stop walking too !” You huffed, sounding out of breath.
You were still running when you slammed violently against his back, the bastard had stopped now only and probably on purpose too. He was trying you, and succeeding too.
You let out a grunt of annoyance, breathing in slowly to catch your breath while he stood there, like a greek statue. The man turned around and smiled widely at the glare you threw his way.
“That’s not a way to look at you king, princess.” He said, tilting his head and grabbing your waist in his hands.
You looked around frantically, making sure that no one could see you before kicking him in the shin.
“Don’t say that ! If people hear you, they’re going to have my head on a platter.”
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your cheek tenderly. His hand came up to your face, holding it tenderly and in that moment, you slightly forgot the reason why you’d been running after him. Mitch was rarely as tender and soft with anyone, but you were the exception again. When he kissed your forehead then your eyelids, you wanted to melt in his arms.
“I’m the king. No one will have your head, ever.” His lips were soft on your skin, soften than they looked. And so were his hands, they felt like clouds. Maybe you were tired from running but you suddenly felt sleepy.
A sudden boost of energy ran through your entire body, waking you up and making you gasp loudly, you’d been played again. You groaned in frustration, kicking his shin again and earning a glare from him. You raised an accusing finger at him, your own glare making him lose his to a smile.
“Don’t you dare look at me like that ! You have an important meeting, your Highness ! Let’s go.” You snapped, grabbing his hand and dragging him away. It was strange for most to see this, because he was still the king, but he allowed himself to be pulled around like a petulant child.
Entering the conference room, you bowed politely, apologizing for the delay and announcing the king in. You watched him sit himself ay them head of the table after saluting the guests and ran to stand next to the other body guards.
You always loved to see him try and focus, even when he was visibly bored. He would always try his best when you asked and it did make you feel special. Deep in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed the man silently walking towards you until he leaned down and whispered in your ear.
“You need to share your secrets on how to tame the King.”
You jumped, turning towards the man and recognizing him instantly. He was one of you friends from when you were still in training. Giggling to yourself, you turned towards him to discreetly whisper back.
“I wish I could, but then I wouldn’t be able to exclusively call myself the royal whisperer…”
You both laughed, beginning a conversation and reminiscing about the years you had shared at the academy. Most of it revolved around him talking about the things that hadn’t changed, from your constant smile to his own awesome jokes, you both complimented each other well. It reminded you of the duo you formed back then.
For the rest of the meeting, you both stayed close, discussing your lives and the projects you had, it felt refreshing. You completely forgot where you were and what you usually did during those boring meetings. You often found yourself saving Mitch by justifying his cold reactions or sarcastic answers, but today you were truly enjoying yourself. Now, you absence was noticed.
Maybe it was childish of him, he was the king after all. But that same position made it okay for him to do whatever he pleased. And it meant being an absolute ass the whole time. It usually took less for you to rush to his rescue but here, nothing. He couldn’t even feel your presence around him, and when he turned around, he figured out why.
Did he feel all soft inside seeing your bright face ? Yes. He hated those meetings as much as the next but seeing you around him, smiling bright made it better. Now, was he happy to see the guy with his hand on your arm, making you laugh ? Not so much. He knew you were bored and trying to entertain yourself, but that hand, he wanted it off.
Completely ignoring his guests, who seemed to let him do what he pleased, he turned fully towards you, watching you both talk about whatever. When your friend cut himself off mid sentence to turn towards the king who was purposefully glaring at him, you sigh internally.
“I see you both seem to be having a very interesting conversation. Would you care to share with the rest of us ?”
“I’m sorry your Highness, we we-“
“We were discussing her evolution in the ranks as a guard.”
Your head snapped towards the man next to you, looking at him with surprise. You expected him to hide behind you or stay silent but in contrary.
You watched your boss readjust himself in his seat, his interest clearly picked by the answer. Indeed, most would be scared to respond to him, or even just look at him, he wasn’t known for being the nicest or having the best patience.
“What about her evolution ?”
“It’s an example in the academy, you Highness. She represents a lot for us, like a goal to archive or someone to be inspired by. No one ever climbed so fast and stayed up this long. She’s always a fun topic to discuss with the other recruits, mostly since you personally appointed her when most of your advisers had doubted the decision.”
If they could see how hot your face was in that moment, they would laugh. You hated being the center of attention, or at least noticing the attention around you and currently it was all on you. You could see Mitch’s little grin, signaling that the answer had either genuinely amused him or pleased him. Whichever it was, it was clearly better than him glaring at your friend. That grin, only you noticed it, because to others it just looked a little scary and threatening, like he was plotting something dark and vicious.
You adverted your gaze to avoid his eyes on you, they always pulled the worst reactions at the worst moments and you hated being so exposed. He’d would argue that on many occasions you enjoying being exposed, even loving the idea of being caught in those moments. He was digging into your soul with those eyes and making sure that you couldn’t escape it.
For a few more seconds, said seconds feeling like minutes, both men stared at each other while you hid in yourself. Suddenly, Mitch audibly chuckled, stunning everyone in the room. He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled.
“I see you’re a good judge of character. She is one on the my greatest prides. Happy to know that her growth is admired by others as much as I admire it.” He declared, his eyes completely focused on you.
He turned back towards his associates, but not before sending you a subtle wink. You practically choked, scared by the blunt act in public. You fractionally looked around, lucky that most were smiling to themselves but none seemed to have noticed the king’s playful act.
~
For the minutes left to the meeting, you stood in semi silence, responding to your friends few jokes. You weren’t really focusing on anything other than Mitch and the way his deep voice resonated around the room. Commanding was his job but it didn’t mean you couldn’t feel all mushy inside when his voice cut through the room and brought out instant silence and obedience.
When it was over, everyone saluted each other, your friend giving you a short hug and telling you good luck with the scary king. You laughed before returning to Mitch who was glaring at him with that horrible smile once again. You watched everyone empty the room before it was your turn to leave. The walk to his quarters was silent but as soon as you both felt and seemed completely alone, you turned to face each other.
The grin on his face meant nothing good while the scowl on yours meant nothing good either. When you started hitting his arm, he started laughing, probably expecting this exact reaction from you.
“You absolute idiot ! Why do you do things like that !” You exclaimed, still hitting him.
Your arms were stopped by his firms hands and you were pushed again the nearest counter. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up to sit you on it, keeping your thighs open to settle himself between them. His face found the crook of your neck and his nose dove in, rubbing against your collarbone and inhaling your scent.
He would always bath in your scent during meetings like these, you’d stay close and he would take deep breaths to smell you and feel the calmness exuding out you. You were his peace, his calmness, his control. He might’ve been the king but you called the shots and you probably had no idea. Whatever plan or idea you had for this country, you’d share in the middle of the night while he held you close to his chest, holding your naked body and massaging you to sleep. Whatever you said, he would listen and make a mental note in his head to make it happen.
His nose was replaced by his lips and his hands moved away from your waist to slide under your uniform shirt. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and tight with his boa like grip. His free hand kept roaming, exploring your chest and grazing your under breasts.
This was his way of decompressing and the grunt coming out of his mouth and being muffled by your neck told you that it was time to do your part. You smiled, laying a hand on his back and raising it up softly to his nape. Your nails grazed the back of his neck before reaching the real point of relaxation he wanted you at. You felt him exhale in relief when your soft fingers started massaging his scalp.
The kisses against your skin that followed were all cut by his peaceful moans of pleasure and little groans of comfort.
“Fuck, I needed this…” He whispered, feeling his whole body lose strength. His grip on you even lessened, his body too relaxed to keep such a tight grip on you.
You stayed silent, rubbing all the tension and exhaustion away. These were your favorite moments with the King. He was always the best with you and you understand the risks of generosity and niceness coming from a king. You understood it all too well, but you couldn’t help the memories of the people thinking that he was scary or mean. Your Mitch, he was like a wolf, it took more than nice words and acts to have his trust and care, but once you received them, it was all he gave you.
You took your hand out of his hair to hold his face and pull it away from you to look into his eyes. There he was, tired but loving and gentle. You could feel it in the smile he gave you, this goofy smile only you could see, the kind that ripped away all the layers of royal etiquette he had to hide under to protect himself and the people he loved, you included.
“Why can’t you be nice and sweet with everyone, just like you are right now with me…?” You asked with a pout.
He grabbed your wrists and tilted his head to the side, looking slightly confused.
“What do you mean ?”
“Everyone keeps asking me how I manage to work for you when you’re so ‘mean' and ‘scary’ ! I don’t do shit ! You’re just really nice to me and mean to others sometimes !”
While you seemed genuinely upset, he couldn’t help the smile on his face, because his ball of sunshine was slightly pissed and he was, maybe, responsible for it. That did things to him that shouldn’t happen in a normal body and he wasn’t going to deny any of them. The bulge growing under his slacks, he wasn’t going to hide it either.
“They think I’m mean and scary huh ?”
“Yeah ! And you are ! You put my friend on the spot less than half an hour ago and I’m sure it’s because I was talking to him and not standing next to you !”
He chuckled, you were nice but not stupid. And he was basically an open book to you, the king for children with more images than words and all that. Looking at you with lustful eyes that you hadn’t even noticed, he pushed himself even closer to you, letting it be known that he had specific intentions at the moment.
“But what about you Sweetheart…” He leaned into you, letting his lips ghost over yours and his tongue lick the upper one, tempting himself to push it into your mouth and swallow your taste fully. “Have I been mean and scary to you ?”
You knew what he was doing and it was working. With his lips right there, taunting you to lean in and receive the kiss you desperately wanted. You could feel the air around you both, warm and filled with the silent burning desire you both shared for the other.
Placing your palms on his chest, your mind told you to push him away, to stand your ground and make it clear that he was in trouble. Your heart and your pussy, on the other hand, were holding a complete different speech, completely forgetting about the issue at hand and ready to expose themselves and show him the exact ways you were ready to please him.
His bulge against your warm mound, pressing softly and letting you get used to the pulsating member. You kept in each and every sound threatening to come out of that pretty little throat at each little jump of his cock again you. You could feel his aroused and he could feel your rapid heartbeat through you cunt.
“Come on, Sweets… I asked you a question…” He whispered, rubbing his nose against your cheek and down your neck. With his hands roaming free and making you jolt each time he’d touch a piece of bare skin, you knew you wouldn’t be thinking clearly.
In one last moment of sanity, you managed to push out a singular word.
“Y-Yes…”
You could feel his smile again your skin, devilish and preparing countless nasty things to do to you. You yelped when in one rough move, he thrusted his hips forward and fucked your clothed core. One movement wasn’t enough for the king who kept grinding into your cunt, letting you drip through your clothes and soak yourself wet of arousal. With your slick dripped every smart and rational thought, your clenching cunt begging to drip all that sweet sweet sweet wetness all over his large mushrooms tip and all over his thick shaft. Grinding on you wasn’t enough, he knew it, and as a King, he was to serve his people, you first.
When his hands reached for your face, holding it tenderly and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, you finally let yourself sink and allowed him to play with you however he wanted. You would’ve failed convincing him to be nice anyways, why bother ?
“Aww Sweetheart, I’m so sorry… You’ve been needing me nice and sweet huh ? That means I haven’t pampered you in a while. We need to fix that, don’t we ?”
~
One thing about King Mitch, is that when he put his mind to it, he could be as sweet as candy, and just as addictive. But when it came to you, it was instinctive, no need to be convinced, it was in his blood and soul. You owned him in a way that made it impossible for him to even think of letting you lift a finger.
He loved taking care of you and that meant that every chance you gave him, he would use to the max.
You should’ve seen it coming, it was practically written in his eyes that he would milk the opportunity dry and use your own words against you. You should’ve seen it and felt it too, and you had. Blinded by the warmth of his cock pressing against you, that was enough of a sign.
“Come on Sunshine… Don’t be so silent…" He mused, pressing his open mouth against your ear.
The king was never too fond of jokes but clearly he was in a humoristic mood.
The moment his earlier words came out, you were stuck, victim to his eyes, hands and tongue. The mischievous glint in his eyes told you everything that would follow. Quite literally ripping your uniform off of you, he took your com and signaled for no guard to contact you for the following hours before crushing it under his feet. He’d make sure to get you nice and loud and that, he was the only one allowed to hear it.
Describing him as eager would be a euphemism. His lips had found the very weakest parts of you in seconds, sucking and biting on your sweet flesh and leaving behind trails of teeth marks. His grip on your trembling body was unforgiving, pressing you to him with the might of a man ready to encrust his soul in the heart of the woman he loved. How romantic.
Mitch was firm, his touch rough, but never beyond measure. When his fingers slid in you, parting you open while his free arm stayed wrapped around your waist, your first reaction was to squirm away. His touch was always so overwhelming, your instinct feared your own reactions. But his weight pressed you into the mattress, keeping you still while making you take in and accept every sensation. You’d be taking much more soon anyways.
With his fat cock pushed deep inside your clenching channel, you could only mewl in pleasure while he kept you sat still on top of him. His firm hands maintained you in place as his hips rolled under you. Your frail body was left void of strength at each wave of arousal, your will to gain control over yourself long gone.
You reached for his hands wrapped around your hips and leaned into his chest, letting go of the idea of defense. You were surrendering, your core was doing the thinking for you and so was your heart. You were a sucker for pleasure, even more when it was given by him so softly.
Your heavy breathing slowed down but still audible for the man who’s lips dipped down your neck and started nipping at your skin tenderly. His fingers kept working on you, massaging your tender flesh to relieve all that stress you carried around. What a good girl you were, protecting him without asking anything in return. You deserved that relaxing moment.
“M-Mitch… Mitch, Please….” You pleaded, biting your lip to cover a loud moan when his cock jolted inside you.
The king stayed silent, unable to hear you over the loud screech of his own pleasure demons. Every part of him was craving you, craving a taste of you, craving to devour you whole while you surrendered to him. With your pussy wrapped as nicely as ever around his pulsating girth, his thoughts were clouded by more than thousand ways to ravish you. The sweet innocent sunshine who couldn’t help but make friends with every stranger she crossed.
You called him mean and scary, and the sly demon on his shoulder was tempting him to show you exactly how scary you could get. God, he knew you’d love that, to be turned inside out and filled to the brim, leaking cum at each and every step you took. He could picture it and the vision was nothing but sin wrapped in perfection. The desire to mark you as off limits to the rest of the world in the most primal of ways gad been burning inside him for as long as he’d known you. Could you blame him ? The thought of corrupting you, turning you into a beacon in his sea of darkness was what plagued his dreams day and night.
His warm palms reached up to your breasts, cupping them roughly, he pushed you further into his chest. He leaned down, biting your neck and grinned at the new mark his teeth had left on your flesh. Thumbs twirling around your erected nipples, pointing hard towards the source of their pleasure, the movement of his hips under you left you weak and begging for more.
“You pleaded for me to be nice and sweet, princess… You wanted that… I promise you, that fat cock that you love so much is as nice and sweet as it gets… Tell me you feel that sunshine… Feel how much your pussy’s taking… How well she’s taking it too, Fuck, that pretty pussy’s being so good…”
You felt yourself fall forward and lean on your hands to kept yourself up. Your thighs parted wider around his, letting him watch as your cunt spread open to take more of his thickness in. Poor brainless thing you were, fucking yourself on top of him while he leaned back onto the pillows and you move.
He detached his hands off of your waist to caress your back and calm down your shakiness. Your hesitant movement started to find their rhythm and that was when he pinned you to his chest again, grabbing your chin tightly and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror that faced the bed. He moved your legs to have you spread perfectly in front of your own reflection.
He could see it all, the way his balls twitched, begging to enter you too, his cock large and greedy, pushing into the deepest crevices of your being and your folds welcoming him with the nice, slick shine of your juices. If he could have this picture painted and exposed in his office and every place he was at, he would, but no one would ever see you like this other than him. Not while he was alive and while you still accepted him as the only one worthy of loving you.
“Look at that pretty pussy, begging to be fucked like she deserves… Bet that brain of yours isn’t functioning anymore, is it ? You know what you have to do to get the relief you want. You gotta let me hear it, Sunshine.” He leaned against your ear and bit on the cartilage softly. “Let me hear how much you like it when I’m treating everyone like shit. You love it even more when it’s you… When your pussy’s getting abused and filled as if it was your only job to take my cock."
The arousal you felt at his words was like no other, impossible to even speak on out of pure shame. He was right, you were a desperate cockslut who enjoyed seeing him treat the world like a dirty paper towel ready to be discarded. You knew it made you wet each and every time, no matter where you were and so did he. You think he couldn’t see you ? The way you’d bite your lip and clench your thighs together, hoping for the sweet slick pooling out of your pussy to not drench your pants too much. He knew your routine better than you did and his body could practically feel you react to his rudeness.
The beauty loved the beast and she loved getting filled while he treated her like the rest, if not worse. His sharp words cut through you like knives and let you bleed out while he used your body for his pleasure and enjoyment. Cum dripping down your legs, he’d have you crying and apologizing for complaining when you both knew that was what got you off.
A tiny scream escaped you when you tried to sooth your poor aching mound by rubbing your clit but were quickly stopped by his long fingers grabbing yours. You deserved the smack he laid on your pussy and you knew it, but it didn’t stop you from crying out for mercy.
“P-Please ! Please your highness ! I’m sorry ! Please, make me feel…. M-Make me feel good ! Please ! Please, King Mitchell, fuck me !”
Like a symphony coming straight from the heavens, your pleas flew around the king’s head, filling it up and taking over the restraint he’d managed to show until now.
Rubbing your swollen folds with his long fingers, he reached up to grab your chin and turn your face towards his for a passionate, mind numbing kiss. His tongue sliding over your own, he was suffocating you from the insides and getting a taste while he was at it. Running a hand up your back, he grabbed a large piece of your hair to pull on them and give him more access to you.
The sounds of your moans were muffled by his groans and the movement of his tongue but nothing could compete with your cries of pleasure. That was the true prize, seeing tears drench your soft cheeks and warm your face while you tried to keep yourself from going crazy. That was what the King would call a success.
Suddenly raising himself and kneeling on the mattress, he threw you forward, forcing you on all forth. You turned towards him hesitantly and cried out once more when you felt his thick shaft slide out of you. If you could see yourself and the state of your pussy in that moment. Slick was coating your folds and dripping down your thighs. Reaching two fingers to gather some, he licked his digits while stocking his fat girth in his fist.
His eyes stayed on your reflection on the mirror, making sure that you knew he was preparing himself to ruin you. Clearly it was working, the man could see your pussy clench around nothing at each breath you took. What a spectacle.
You needed him inside you again, god, you would die if he didn’t fuck you soon. The vision of his member out, leaking precum drops everywhere but inside you drove you insane. Your mouth was salivating at the images, your body acting on its own and pushing you to slowly push your cunt in the direction of his bulbous tip. He was quick to stop you with a loud smack on your ass which only made it worse for you.
“You’ll get stuffed when I decide it, don’t be greedy and stay still.” You could feel his eyes piercing holes into your back, warning you to try it again.
When you felt his palm on your back, and the other on your ass cheek, you sigh in relief. He leaned down to kiss your spine like he always did, as a sign of reminder that he still loved you as tenderly as a cloud could love and that if it was too much, you could call out for him and he’s stop.
“I love you Sunshine, remember that okay ? Don’t hesitate if you can’t take it.”
You nodded slowly, feeling the wave of softness melt your insides. Before you could recompose yourself, your ass was parted open, showing him the perfect view of your two holes gaping in obscene desperation. Even your body was betraying you and exposing ho much you needed cock to be happy.
Lining himself with your pussy, your face fell in the pile of sheets, biting them hard and gripping on the fabric with everything she had. The man was still torturing you, smearing precum all over your folds and letting it cover you properly.
“M-Mitch… Mitch please… A-Ah ! I-I need… I n-need… Need you to… f-fuck t me… Please !” You moaned, begging for the real deal and only getting a smile from him in return.
Pushing his mushroom shaped tip inside you slowly, he watched your face change into a pleasure dilled expression. His smile grew before he pulled out once more, enjoying your loud moan of disapproval. Before you could complain more, you were being impaled on every single inch of cock he had to give. Buried to the hilt, you was ready to bust, feeling your folds tremble on his heavy, cum filled sack.
“That pussy’s to die for… Fuck, look how nice and tight she’s squeezing me…”
Staying still for a few seconds, he backed up, sliding out of you until only the tip was left, before pushing himself deep again. He wanted you on the brink of madness and clearly, he was doing a good job. You could feel all of it, the pulsating veins adorning his long, thick shaft and the large tip that crowned it all.
The motion that had started slow, quickly picked up, his cock going back and forth inside you and expanding your wall to be molded around his girth and making sure that your pussy would take him and only him. He would carve his thickness in your soft walls and fully make you his, just like he was yours.
Gone were the tender hands, replaced by rough fingers gripping on your flesh and pulling you apart. With his nails grazing your skin and his digits pushing into you, your entire body burnt, the fire running through him flowing through you and leaving blazing marks on your sensitive skin. He was handling your body like a child would handle a toy, turning it inside out, exploring it and treating it exactly like it was, disposable.
These were the moments you loved but were too ashamed to claim, you loved him and when he treated you like a disobedient whore. Your pussy was his and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t creaming all over his cock at the thought of him disrespecting you more.
The loud sounds of skin slapping resonated in the room, topped by your obscene moans and his own grunts of pleasure. Each thrust was followed by the sounds of pleasure he tried to cover to hear you better. Yours were the only ones that mattered to him, fueling his ego as well as his heart. He could get enough of this, of you. From your whimpers to your depraved screams, he wanted it all, drinking them in with greed and begging for more.
“M-Mitch ! G-Good, feels… Feels so g-good ! F-Fuck, fuck, fuck ! Please, gimme more ! Need more, Please !”
“Look at you… Need more already ? Pretty pussy’s doin’ all the thinking for you huh ? Brainless slut, just like I like it…” He grinned, sliding a hand over your stomach to press it and feel his own tip through your skin.
The feeling and violence with witch he was plowing into your cervix was deadly, but when he flipped you around, making you face him while he parted you open and fucked you deeper was what broke you. Loud cries of pleasure echoed through the room and probably all around the quarters. It was probably for the best if these were forbidden to everyone but you two, probably for a good reason too.
His eyes never left you, fully focused on the mess he had turned you into. He was mesmerized by the view you were giving him, hid veiny cock going in and out of you, parting your sweet cunt open and dripping himself in your wetness to come out glistening in your juices. He could cum gallons from the memories of this alone, his balls so tight and full of cum, it became unbearable to feel them slap against your folds in the most obscene string of sounds possible. You greedy minx, you were swallowing all he had to give and more, exactly like he wanted. All of him was yours to take and possess. If you knew exactly how much you owned him, you would be surprised, he knew it, but he wanted you to know.
There was nothing more powerful than having a king surrender to you out of love and pure adoration. When many tried to force him on his knees, he willingly kneeled to you. And obviously, he would use his entire being to worship you.
Gaining a little bit of control over yourself, you observed his face, contorted in pleasure and trying to maintain himself focused to not cum. You knew that look, he had it every morning when you’d wake up to him relieving himself on you, during the day when you would be kneeling under his desk while he was taking some of the most important calls of his life, and at night when he was punishing you or rewarding you for your actions of the day. This was the look he had only for you, no one else.
The size of your heart doubled while your pussy tightened around him, holding his length tightly in your warmth and drowning him in your wetness. Raising yourself on your elbows, you felt a wave of confidence rush through you and take control of your body.
You reached up, grabbing his shoulders and surprising the king who’s movements slowed but never lost in power. You laid back down on the mattress, pulling him with you and smiling while you wrapped your legs around his waist. You kept him close to your chest, your breasts pressed against him while your mouth pressed his ear.
Fuck, you were killing him.
When he heard your difficult breath in his ear, from so close, he knew he was done for. He wouldn’t be able to control himself or stay focused on pleasuring you. He needed to cum, needed to let that thick creamy load fill you up and coat your walls all over. He needed to feel the warmth of him cum in every corner of your sweet pussy and needed to see it drip down your inner thighs at each of your step. He needed the image of your beautiful face while you tried not to moans when a droplet of cum would slide down and remind you of how much spend was left in you, he needed all of this to survive and the selfish, mean and scary king he was known to be would take exactly that mercilessly.
Sliding his hands down from your waist to your ass, he grabbed handfuls of your flesh and held a tight grip on you, even tighter than before. He couldn’t let go, not yet, not when the large mushrooms tip adorning his veiny cock was pushing deep into your sweet spot and pulling the most beautiful screams out of you. If this was how he was going deaf, he would accept his judgement gladly, it would all be worth it.
You nails dug into the skin of his back, deeper and deeper, in sync with your cries of pleasure. Your beautiful face was covered in tears and drool was dripping down your chin. You looked messier each passing second and that pushed him over the edge.
His face rubbed into your neck, inhaling your hypnotizing scent and biting little parcels of flesh on his way. He took a look at his pulsating girth going in and out of you before looking back up at you and closing his eyes tightly. His own lips got closer to your ear, breathing into yours while you moaned into his.
“Fuck, fuck, you’re doing so good Sunshine, keep going… Good girl, keep taking it, take all of me, deep, fuck, fuck, fuck…” He grunted, biting on your earlobe while his hands slid down to your parted thighs to hold them in place.
His sack slapped louder and louder against your folds, the sensation making your clit throb and your heart race. One of your hands let go of his back to cover your mound and play with yourself, bringing you closer to your end after hours of torture and obedience. Your cunt was sucking him dry, pumping and pumping for that load.
“Mitch ! Mitch, Mitch, o-oh fuck ! Needa cum ! Please l-lemme cum ! Need that load, all inside me ! Please Mitch ! Needa be full ! Please, fuck ! Oh, please ! Please, please, please, please ! Oh God, fuck, cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming !”
Biting your lip in a panic, you disregarded the little drops of blood on your flesh and let yourself sink in the pleasure. Your sweet cum exploded, flowing all over you both and drowning you in more pleasure than you could take. Your clit was left worn out and sensitive to any kind of touch, it even coming from the air around the room. Your body had collapsed in exhaustion, trying to call yourself down, when you felt his thick cum shoot out inside your tight heat.
He couldn’t help it, you looked so fucked out and messy all over. He had turned you unto that messy princess, his and his fat cock that you just couldn’t help beg for until you got it. He didn’t want to pull out but when he did, the view of both your cum mixed together dripping down your pussy was worth all of it. His cock was hard again instantly when he saw the mess.
You both stayed silent, panting and trying to catch your breath. Mitch reached to detach your arms from him and raised himself above you to watch fully. He grinned as he dipped down again to kiss your neck, should and bust. He left a trail behind him, one that made you squeak and whimper a little louder as he got close to your tits again.
His cock was playing with your folds, pushing his length between them and rubbing his seed all over you.
“Sorry Sunshine… I know you want to rest baby, you did so good. I’m so proud of you Sunshine…” His words sounded like honey, sweet and hiding a swarm of bees. He wanted more, you knew it. You should’ve known better than to taunt him with that last thing you did. His lips kissed your nipple and sucked it in while the other was being played with by your free hand. “I just need… You to let me truly pamper you sweetheart. I need to show you how nice I can be to you Sunshine…”
His kisses descending towards your stomach made it more difficult to resist his words. Yes, a mean and scary king he was. Even scarier when he was sweet.
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Can you make a dylan fic with a similar vibe to ‘sour’ your joseph fic? just basically needy sex and he takes care of her? 💓💓 you’re so talented and good at writing it’s crazyyyyy! 🤩🤩
Author's Notes: Thank you very, very much. You're incredibly kind. I actually had something similar written a bit ago, but never really intended on sharing. But, I started sharing my Dylan works a while ago, and this request came in...sometimes things fit nicely, and I like that. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo
Warnings: Swearing, Arguing/ Tension, Slight angst, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut*(established relationship, dom/sub relationship, choking, hair pulling, biting/ pinching, oral sex - female receiving, use of safe words - lights, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)
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They were not having a good day.
She was having a hard day with her writing, and Dylan was frustrated. He felt shitty and there was no other soft, term to sugarcoat it. He just didn't feel like himself that day.
"Baby, I was going to order Thai food for dinner. What did you want?" She questioned as she stood in the living room while Dylan watched baseball.
"M'not hungry." Dylan mumbled as he kept his eyes low, and fixed on the television.
"You haven't eaten all day. What do you want, Dylan?" She sighed, asking once more a little firmer as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Don't. Alright? I'm not in the mood for your attitude." Dylan grunted with a glare.
"What attitude? God, Dylan!" She snapped before she stormed out of the room, but Dylan was hot on her heels. He might not have been in the mood for her attitude, but he was in the mood to argue.
"This. This attitude. You're being a fucking brat, and I'm not having it. Give me this." Dylan spat as he grabbed her phone from her hand and placed it down on the counter a little harder than she would have preferred.
"Dylan! That's my new phone!" She snapped as she crossed her arms over her chest again, glaring at him before she went to reach for her device.
"You are in your fucking head all the time, and that's why you can't write anything right now. And then you project all your shit on me. I'm done with it." Dylan growled as he pushed her phone across the counter, out of her reach.
"Like you're so sunny to be around today, O'Brien." She scoffed with a roll of her eyes, adjusting her arms across her chest and accentuating her chest.
"Don't. Don't do that." Dylan warned as he pointed to her chest, watching her take deeps breaths in. He disliked when she talked back to him, but not as much as he liked it. He liked how her face got flushed, pupils dilated and breath uneven when she told him that he was, "a fuck". He liked it when she jammed her finger into his chest, all weak and with no force whatsoever, and then stormed off with that exaggerated sway in her hips.
"Don't stare at my tits then." She snapped as she went to turn on her heel, only to have him take hold of her wrist and tug her back against his chest.
"You know I'm more of ass man, sweetheart." Dylan mumbled as he held her wrist and looked her over.
"Well, watch this ass walk away. You don't get to play, O'Brien." She muttered as she pulled her wrist back and turned to storm away from him.
"I said, don't." Dylan growled as he grabbed her hips and lifted her up, sitting her on the island counter with a thud.
"You're asshole, O'Brien." She whimpered as she pulled his hair hard, making him groan.
"Well, you're a little brat and I'm not too fond of you today either. Did you at least get something done? Make your attitude worth it?" Dylan mumbled as he ran the palm of his hand over her collarbone to her throat, trying t keep his dominance as she rolled her body into his.
"Yes."
"Good. Are you going to be nice to me now?" Dylan grumbled as he gently flexed his grip on her throat, feeling her whimper beneath his palm.
"If you're nice to me." She shivered as she pulled at the hem of his shirt and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer.
"I'm the nicest. I'm such a good boyfriend that I'll lick your pussy, right here on this counter. Would you like that?" Dylan breathed out as he kissed below her ear, his fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck.
"Dylan." She whispered as she tipped her head back so he would kiss her neck more.
"You want my tongue between these thighs, honey? Did you miss me today?" Dylan hummed as he pushed his free hand between them to rub her core through the fabric of her leggings. He felt a territorial grunt bubble in the depths of his stomach as he felt her leggings damp beneath his touch.
She wasn't as angry with him as the little show she had put on today.
"Yeah, baby." She breathed out with a delicious little roll of her hips into his fingers and Dylan completely forgot why he was upset.
Dylan muttered incoherently under his breath as he grabbed the waistband of her leggings and wrestled them off. He rooted his fingers in her panties and tore them at the centre, humming when he saw her soaked folds underneath.
"Come here." Dylan growled as he hitched at the waist, hooking his biceps under her knees to bring her core to his mouth. He gave her messy licks and kisses all her folds, tasting her for the first time that day and he was ravenous.
Her back arched off the counter, her thighs pressed to the sides of his handsome face as she pushed her hands through his hair. She whined and wriggled in his grasp as his tongue swirled around her folds in the most obscene and steadfast circles. He was so good between her legs, and he fucking knew it.
"Gonna make me cum, baby." She whined out as she tugged his hair and rolled her hips into his face.
Dylan hummed triumphantly as she gasped, finishing. He pinched the back of her thigh and gave her entrance a messy open mouth kiss after she came, then tugged her off the counter and put her back on her feet.
"Bend over." Dylan mumbled as he helped her turn around, manhandling her to his desired position. He bend her over the counter and shredded the remainder of her panties, letting them fall to the floor.
"Dylan." She whimpered as she stood on her toes, holding her weight on the counter as he ran his thumb through her drip from behind.
"Sometimes I wanna fuck the anger right outta you, but you know I kinda like it. You know I can handle you. Right, honey?" Dylan mumbled as he wiggled out of his sweats, lined up with her entrance and tugged her head up with his fist wrapped around her hair.
"You couldn't fuck me hard enough, O'Brien." She spat as she pressed back into him to try and fill herself with his length.
"Says the woman who cried because I fucked her so good Saturday night." Dylan growled as he gave her a firm thrust with no warning, making her cry out.
"Fuck you, Dylan." She shivered as she pulled her nails across the countertop as he filled her out, then began a fast pace to shake her whole body.
"Move your hips a little and you will, honey." Dylan teased with a tug of her hair as he leaned down to bite her neck. He groaned into her neck as he felt her bounce back into him, her walls squeezing him tightly.
"Yellow light!" She cried out as he nudged her gspot at a particular angle that made her entire body go weak. After all the anger and emotions she had felt that day, she didn't want to feel him there while she attempted to hold herself upright.
"M'sorry, honey. Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" Dylan panted as he pulled out just a little, hands on her hips as he buried his face in her neck.
"Couch?" Dylan replied as he eased out of her, turned her around then lifted her up ever so gently to carry her to the big sectional couch. He laid her back on the couch and positioned himself between her thighs, kissing along her neck as he waited for her go-ahead once more.
"I didn't say stop." She whispered as she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips to his.
"M'sorry we fought today. Oh, damn." Dylan groaned as he slipped back inside of her.
"No. I'm sorry, baby." She pouted as she ran her fingers through his hair and down his back, tugging his shirt.
"Are you gonna cum, honey?" Dylan smiled as he pressed his forehead to hers, hands gripped at the backs of her thighs to pull them high around his waist.
"Yes! Will you cum with me, Dylan?" She whimpered as she rocked her hips with his.
The moment Dylan heard her say his name, his hips were no longer his. They became wild, on a mission of their own and it was all he could do to hold on. He gripped her thighs and pressed his forehead to her chest as he came inside of her, a growl deep in his abdomen as he rolled his hips through the aftershock.
"Goddamn, woman." Dylan sighed as his body became weak, flopping on top of hers. He could feel his hands shaking even as he pressed them to her thighs.
"You started it." She teased softly as she placed a soft kiss to the top of his head, her own hands clutching his shirt.
Dylan let out an exhausted laugh as he used all of his remaining strength to turn them over, resting her body on top of his.
"Goodnight, honey." Dylan mumbled as he stroked her hair, both of their bodies fragile and limp. There was more apologizing to do, but that was to be done later. They had so much time.
"You don't want to go to bed?" She asked with a soft kiss to his neck.
"Here's good."
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Requests for Dylan O'Brien, Andrew Garfield, Eddie Munson and Joseph Quinn are open!!! Requests for OBX are closed.
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Y'all seemed to like the first one, and some of you wanted more. So.... here ya go, you freakin' Dylgenerates. I know I'm a tease, but I'm also a people pleaser. It's tough to balance, okay!?
- Trashy
Authors Note: Established relationship with a girl named Rachael. Read Part 1 first, if you feel like it ;)
Cooler 'Heads' Prevail - Part 2
“I’m returning the favour.”
Rachael arched her back, feeling him slide her shorts over her thighs and down her legs. The ice he held in his fingers dripping on her waist as he shimmied her out of her underwear.
“Take off your bra,” he breathed, leaning forward to press a kiss to the skin beside her navel before he scooched down the couch to settle between her legs.
Rachael’s heart skipped behind her ribs as she reached her arms behind her back and unclasped it before she flung it into the heap of clothes they’d made.
Dylan had three ice cubes to torture her with. Rachael knew him well enough to know that was three too many, and he made that abundantly clear when he gently placed the first in her belly button as he held her hips still with his hands.
“Coolin’ you down?” he asked, his hot breath washing over her abdomen as he looked up at her from between her legs.
She fruitlessly squirmed under his strong hands. “You’re a fucking tease.”
“One to talk,” he said, trailing the ice down her body from her belly button until the trickle of cold water disappeared between her folds.
“Oh my—” she shuddered at the feeling of the icy chill creeping over her sensitive skin, snaking around her clit as it warmed from the heat of her skin.
Suddenly the ice was gone, and Rachael looked down, watching him slip it onto his mouth. His hands slid down to the top of her thighs, and he pulled her a little closer to him, bending her knees. He smirked up at her before he dipped and nudged himself into her, his cool lips brushing over her already sensitive skin before he parted them. He let the meltwater that had collected on his tongue spill out over her.
Rachael moaned, throwing her head back against the armrest, her hand grasping desperately to the edge of the couch, the other carded through her own hair. She could feel him smile against her skin before he dragged a long, slow stroke from her entrance to her clit with his smooth, slick tongue.
God, he was good with his mouth, like, really fucking good. With the mouth he had, those perfect lips and that sly tongue, she wasn’t surprised, but he was truly in a league of his own. He used just enough pressure to drive you wild and knew when to lay off to keep you right on the edge of sanity. Knew how to have you keening and begging with clenching thighs and grasping hands. It was like an artform to him, and he painted her with vivid colours.
She’d become convinced that he could hear her thoughts when he was buried between her thighs, because he did just what she wanted before she was even consciously aware of her need. It’d be simple to rely on the tongue he used so deftly, but he didn’t. His lips played their part as well, and his sharp little teeth, every part of it creating an intoxicating symphony of sensation. He hummed and savoured her, like she was his to devour.
His hand slipped from her thigh and the next thing she felt, in concert with the laps and flicks of his tongue, was the press of his arm against her inner thigh, spreading her legs wider apart so he could reach up her body.
“Holy shit!” she cried out when he touched an ice cube over her peaked nipple and then traced it around, soaking her breast.
He laughed against her, his mouth finally separating from her core. He looked up her body as he moved the ice down over her sternum to the other nipple, smiling at the unbridled reaction she gave him.
She bucked her hips—her hand shooting to his hair—putting him back to work, and boy, did he do good work.
It wasn’t long before the sensation of his hot mouth and his icy-cold fingers that were now pinching her nipples and kneading her skin had her sitting right on the precipice of release. She felt like the tension built up inside her was about to tear her apart when he sealed his mouth around her clit and pointed his tongue, flicking and twirling around her overstimulated skin until she was calling out his name so loud there was no chance it went unheard by the crew outside.
Dylan laughed against her inner thigh, pressing his lips to it in an open-mouthed kiss, peppering her with tiny pecks until he was kissing up her torso, making a pit stop at each nipple, warming them up in his mouth before he was looking her in the eye.
Rachael was still trying to center herself back in reality when he leaned down and kissed her, his chin slick with her, the flavour of her still lingering on his tongue. He groaned, rolling his hips into her as his hand snaked up along her body to cup behind her head, his fingers tugging just the tiniest bit on her hair.
She clawed at his back, and he pulled away from her mouth, his eyes glistening, and his wet lips curled in a lopsided smirk.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, nudging his jaw with her nose.
He chuckled, leaning over the couch and picking up the last piece of ice. “Oh I’m not done with you yet.” He flashed his brows and reached up to trace the ice along the side of her throat.
The feeling sent a shiver down her spine and her skin lit with goosebumps, raising the soft little hairs all over her body. “Oh, Dyl…” she breathed as he set the ice on his tongue and closed his lips around her pulse
“Mmm,” he hummed.
Rachael could feel the pounding of his heart against her skin, feel the heat of his body as he melted the ice into her throat. When all that was left was the last fleeting hints of a chill on his tongue, he sucked her skin into his mouth and dragged across it with his teeth. He was leaving a mark and she was happy to wear it.
He was nestled between her knees, and he rolled his hips. He was hard again, pressed against her thigh, and she could feel impatience in the way he was moving against her, his greedy hands pawing at her waist and chest.
“Wanna fuck me, huh?” she breathed her words into the shell of his ear, relishing in the way it made him shudder, the way it made his lips tremble against her skin.
He lifted himself from her, holding the weight of his upper body on a bent elbow, the veins in his arms and neck straining at his skin. “So bad,” he nodded, pressing himself into her again.
She sighed, smirking up at him. “Well then…” she raised one eyebrow, “what are you waiting for?”
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How to Kiss a YouTuber: Dylan O’Brien - Part 2
Pairing:  Dylan O'Brien X (Gender Neutral) Reader
Request: [Asked by Anonymous] Hey, I was wondering if how to kiss a youtuber: Dylan o'brien was going to be a full fix or if it is just a oneshot, If it was only a one shot could you please do a part 2? Thanks  
Warning: OBVio–…Actually…no.
Words: 944
Link to Part 1 - How to Kiss a YouTuber: Dylan O'Brien
“We are here at the London premiere and also the first premiere of ‘Until the End’ staring Dylan O'Brien and Y/N Y/L/N. We will be seeing them shortly” Introduced the main interviewer who stood in the centre of the red carpet surrounded by fans of You and Dylan. “But first we will have quick chat with some of the fans” The host said before running to the side of the fence were hundreds of people filled the area. The host was chatting with the fans, trying to keep them entertained and keep the excitement alive whilst the fans waited for the celebrities.   As you sat in your hotel room and enjoyed watching the host entertain the awaiting fans on the expensive hotel room TV, your assistant ran in to your hotel room causing you to jump. When you heard laughing you realised that your best friend had seen that they had made you jump. You had hired your best friend as your assistant so that they can be with you at premiers and cons.   “Y/N, you need to start getting ready now” your assistant told you, placing their clipboard on the bed so they could have both hands free. “Did you decide what you wanted to wear?” You nod as you eat one of the hotel chocolates. “Right well, do you want to start getting ready and I’ll get the make up team” your assistant “asked”.   Once you were completely done up and ready you get into the limo with your best friend, you started to get nervous. It wasn’t like the was your first time at a premiere but you still get nervous although you didn’t really have time to think about your nervousness and anxiety when you arrived after a two minute drive. An odd thing premieres make you do, drive from your hotel to the red carpet which you are just around the corner from eachother.   As you get out of the car you can hear the host mention to the live broadcast and to the fans which were surrounding the red carpet, that you had just arrived.   You could hear the fans going crazy, screaming your name, there were film posters of you and Dylan all over the walls and fences. Your best friend starts to lead you to the photographers. As you posed for the camera’s, you couldn’t help your nerves. Your outfit was supposed to look connected to your other half’s outfit but not completely matching to make it obvious that you were dating.   You had been dating Dylan for just over six months now, since the kissing scene for the film ‘Until the End’, in fact that night you went on your first date… to McDonald’s since you had both just got off work and were both exhausted. A week  later though Dylan took you out on a “proper” date.   Your relationship is still a secret but you try and be together as much as possible. Using the film press tour as an excuse to be seen together so much.   You walked down the red carpet with your best friend, laughing at the poses your assistant was shouting out for you to do as the magazines and paparazzi took photos.   When you reached the interview section of the premiere, the interviews we all really chatty but some really wanted to know about your dating life.   Your assistant started to direct you in the direction of one of the last interviewers, that’s when you noticed Dylan chatting with them. “The interview is with BBC, interviewed by Jim Chapman, they want to talk with you and Dyl together” your best friend informed you as you made your way over.   You hadn’t seen Dylan all night, the last time you saw him was when he left your hotel room moments before your best friend barged in, so you hadn’t seen him in his suit. It took you a moment to gather your thoughts before stepping up to Dyl and Jim. “Hey” you said happily.   As soon as Dylan saw you you could see him stop for a moment making you blush.   The interview only took a few minutes and then you both carried on down the red carpet. Before you knew it you were sat down in the theater, your boyfriend sat on the right if you and your best friend sat on the left of you, as the director introduces the film.   The film plays for a while before Dylan starts to play with your fingers that were resting on the arm rest. Eventually causing them to intertwine.   “You look so hot, baby” Dylan whispers to you, leaning over the arm rest to you in the dark room.   “You don’t look so bad yourself” you chuckle before lifting your intertwined hand and kissing his knuckle before going back to watching the film.   Thirty minutes pass into the film and Dylan speaks up again.   “Babe?” He whispers. It takes you a while to realise he is talking.   “Yeah?” You whisper back leaning over the arm rest to be able to hear him. He leans over to bringing you into a kiss, just as your first kiss shows up on screen. The kiss breaks just in time for you to see the kiss on the screen, you look back at Dylan to bring him into another kiss, his lips feeling like home.   “I love you” you whisper to him as your forehead rests against his. “I love you too”
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