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Avenger Lane Chapter Seven

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention?

Parings: Quinn Fabray x G!P Reader / eventual Natasha x G!P Reader

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Warnings: NOT PROOF READ / 18 and older / alluding to sex / naked times

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As soon as you're both off the bike she brings you in a hug.

��I always have the best time with you.” With one last squeeze she lets you go.

“Same.” You smile before walking away.

You open the door hearing music and water flowing from the upstairs bathroom.

You begin shedding your clothes entering the steaming bathroom. Wordlessly you flush yourself behind your wife wrapping your arms around her.

She doesn’t say anything which sort of surprises you. Instead Quinn lays her arms over yours bringing them closer. You pepper neck and jaw with kisses making her sigh, laying her head back against you.

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“No Y/N-” You jolted up when you had only just sat down. “-don’t sit on the sofas! My mother and your parents will be here any minute now!” Quinn huffed, clearing out the wrinkles your body made.

Usually Judy will stay with Frannie and then when your parents go back home she’ll start splitting her time between the houses. Flying back when she’s ready, or rather when Quinn and Frannie start dropping hints.

“Quinnie, chill the hell out. You’re giving me anxiety and you’re making Y/N tense.” Frannie hissed, rubbing her head.

“What if she decides to stay longer again?” Quinn gulped internally, screaming. She loves her mother, but sometimes she’s a bit much. She just knows Judy and most likely your parents will sense something is going on with your marriage.

“We’ll be honest with her and say she needs to go back with Y/N’s parents.” Frannie shrugs.

“We can’t tell our mother that.” The younger blonde glared at her older sister. Just as your father’s truck drove into your driveway.

You couldn’t help yourself, you rushed outside.

“Hey old man, how was the trip?” You grinned walking up to your father who was stretching his back. You began working on your footwork before throwing a few soft punches. Your dad chuckled before bringing you in a bear hug.

“Hmm, I missed you papa bear.” You smiled breathing in his cologne your mother no doubt bought for him.

“I missed you too kiddo.” Your dad squeezed just a little harder before letting you go as your mother and Judy walked up.

“Momma.” You let go of your dad relaxing into your mothers arms. You could hear Quinn and Frannie walk out with the kids.

“Oooh I missed you sweetheart.” Your mom held you just a few seconds longer before letting you go a bit. “Y/N you feel a little thinner. Have you been eating? You haven’t been overdoing it in the gym have you?”

Quinn internally rolled her eyes at your mothers words.

“Same routine as always mom.” You chuckled looking over at Beth and Finley being tickled and hugged by your dad.

“GG!” Finley smiles, hugging her legs.

“Oh my sweet little Angel! Hello my treasures!” Your mom lifted Finley up, holding her close and letting out a few tears as Finley squealed and giggled in her arms. Soon Judy took Finley and your mom took Beth.

“Oh sweetheart you're growing up so fast!” Your mom whined holding her close.

You look over at Judy who has Finley in her arms. “Hey Judes, I’m glad you could make it out.” You hug her with Finley.

“Oh I just had to come see my sweet grand babies.”

“Thanks mom.” Frannie smiled sarcastically.

“Oh stop it.” Judy playfully smacked her eldest. “Where’s Alex?”

“She is with her father in Arizona this summer.” Frannie reminded her mother.

“Oh yes I forgot.” Judy nodded.

Quinn hugged your father and then your mother before inviting them inside.

“Great work on the front yard champ. Love seeing the handprints.” Your father pats you on the back. “Now show us the house.”

You eagerly guided your parents and mother in law around the house and backyard.

Your family walked back inside while you and your dad stayed in the backyard.

“So what do we have to work on?” Your dad grinned.

You showed your father your shed which had some baby plants growing. You pointed towards the supplies for the treehouse you want to build.

“A treehouse?! Fin is going to love it. She's a little young for it, don’t you think?”

“I figured Beth can use it until she can climb on her own.” You shrugged.

“Good idea, she’s still young.”

You snapped your fingers in thought.

“Oh hey pop you’re never gonna guess who lives across the street from me.”

“Is it M Night Shamalan?” He gasped.

“What? No. Why is he always your guess? He’s not gonna show up anywhere dad.”

“You don’t know that.”

“No it’s Tony Stark!” You chuckled.

“Tony Stark?” He furrowed his brow. “Tony, Tony- Oh my goodness Anthony Stark lives across the street from you?!” He beamed.

“Yeah! He showed me an old photo of you guys.” You showed him the photo on your phone.

“Oh man good times.” He laughed. “Yeah he was a freshman in this picture I wanna say I was a junior.”

“He’ll be at Fin’s birthday tomorrow so you can catch up then.”

“What a small world.” Your father chuckled, handing your phone back. “Well I can’t wait to catch up with him.”

You both lugged the supplies towards the tree in your backyard.

“Y/N Y/L/N, what in the world are you building now?!” Natasha kinked her brow. “And who is this tall drink of water?”

“Hey Nat, this is my dad.” You grinned, walking you and your dad over to the fence.

“Frank, but you can call me Frankie.” He smiled, shaking her hand.

“Natasha but you can call me Nat, I feel like I know you already. This one always has a story to tell me.” She smirked tapping your arm.

“Oh I’m sure.” Your father laughed.

“Where’s Mrs. Y/L/N? I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Oh she’s inside with the girls.” He smiled. Before noticing the small door you made. “Aw Y/N it’s perfect!” He moved the door opening and closing it.

“Isn’t it? We figured it would be easier for the kids plus Beth and Fin like to come over and swim. So what are the two of you building now?” The Russian woman asked.

“Well we’re gonna build a treehouse for my grand babies.” He smiled.

“You’re really gonna do it?” She smirked at you.

“Hmhm, she’s the one that made me do it pop.”

“Good keeping my kid out of trouble!” You furrow your brows at your father. “You have any kids Nat?” Your dad asks.

“No.” She smiles sadly, shaking her head.

Your father nodded understanding.

“Frankie, Y/N, dinner is ready.”

“Oh hun come meet Y/N’s sweetheart of a neighbor Natasha.”

“Oh well hello, hello.” Your mother smiles walking over.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you Mrs. Y/L/N. You’ve raised such an amazing human being.”

“Didn’t I?” Your mom jokes hugging you close. “I like this one Y/N she knows how to give compliments.”

You chuckled.

“Oh please Natasha, call me Sophia.”

“Only if you call me Nat.” She smiled hugging your mother.

“Ugh your hair is so beautiful Nat!” Your mom cooed softly, touching her silky red locks.

“Thank you.” She blushed.

“You know Nat is from Russia.” You are with a lopsided grin.

“Get out!” Your mother gasped. “No wonder! She’s so beautiful Y/N.” Your mom said, now caressing Natasha’s cheeks.

“Okay honey, relax.” Your father Frankie laughed.

“You should see Fin when she’s around her. She loves Nat.”

“Really? Aww Finny’s got her first crush.”

“Fin is just like you were when you were a baby.” Your father chuckled. “When Y/N was Finley’s age-“

Natasha nodded intently listening to your fathers embarrassing story about you. “She had this babysitter named-“ Your father snapped his fingers squinting as he tried to recall her name.

“Ingrid-“ you muttered remembering the green eyed woman.

“She had hair and eyes just like yours.” Your mother nodded adding to the story.

“Anyway this one acted as if she were her girlfriend. She would never show up without flowers or a treat-“

“Dad, come on-“

“What? It was adorable! My little Casanova.” Your mom squeezed you.

“She had red hair like Ariel from The Little Mermaid- No! You know what, I don’t need to defend myself. I was a toddler!”

Your parents began cackling right along with Natasha.

“Hey stop laughing at me!” You glared jokingly at the redhead.

“I’m sorry it’s just so cute!” She laughed.

“Y/N!” This time it was your wife. “Food’s gonna get cold. Hey Natasha.” She waved begrudgingly towards the redhead. “Natty?” Fin’s head pops out behind her mother’s legs.

“Hi cutie pie!” She waves.

“Be right there hun.” You nod to Quinn before she goes back inside.

Your daughter jumps down the stairs running towards the redhead. Natasha leaned down, lifting her up in her arms.

“Hi Natty.” Your daughter said bashfully, playing with her red hair.

“You weren’t joking.” Your mom gasps as they watch Finley bashfully talk to Natasha and play with her hair and ears.

“Nope.” You chuckled as your daughter and the Russian beauty conversed.

Meanwhile inside the house your mother in law watched the scene from inside the house. “I don’t like her.” Judy shook her head.

“You haven’t even met her.” Frannie huffed.

“I don’t need to meet her, it's obvious she wants Y/N.”

Frannie nervously looked over at her sister who was fuming by the stove.

“Mom enough!” Frannie hissed..

“Frannie women with slut red hair always want your husband. Just ask Dolly Parton.” She huffed, waving her hand that held a martini.

“Mom Y/N and Natasha are just friends. She’s married and Y/N wouldn't cheat.” Frannie said more for Quinn than her mother.

“That’s how it always starts. Quinn, keep your eyes open. Russell cheated, Bob cheated on Frannie.”

“What are you trying to say mom? That she’s next?” Frannie exclaimed.

“Yes I am. Y/N has always been a great partner for you Quinn, but that woman next door is looking at her like she brought world peace. All I’m saying is watch them or you’ll be catching them in your bed.”

“Mother!” Frannie gasped.

“That’s enough mom.” Quinn grit. “Y/N is not a cheater. Y/N is not Russell or Bob.”

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“Well we better go inside. It was nice meeting you Nat.” Your parents say in unison.

“Jinx!” Your parents smirked at one another.

“There’s a coke inside dad.” You grinned.

Natasha smiled fondly at them before looking over at you recalling the first time you ate dinner in her home. “It was great meeting you both.

Your mother smiles warmly bringing her in a hug before taking Finley from her arms.

“Noooo GG! Natty!” Your daughter whined reaching for the Russian beauty.

“It’s okay, Finny, we'll see each other again very soon. Okay?” Natasha cooed, tapping Finley’s chin dimple.

Your toddler giggled and nodded.

“I’ll take that coke on some ice.” Your mother winks before walking towards the door, your father chasing after her to open it for her.

“I’ll catch up with you later.” You smile walking backwards.

“Later.” Natasha smiled watching you walk back inside to your family.

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“Quinn, that was delicious.” Your father smiles.

“It was! Thank you, sweetheart.” You say pecking her cheek softly letting your hand squeeze her knee.

“A bit garlicy.” Judy says, causing your wife to tense up.

“I put the garlic in because it needed it.” Frannie shrugged she didn’t, but anything against her mother is game.

“Well regardless it was very tasty, Quinn.” Sophia smiled warmly.

“Thank you Sophia.” Quinn smiles warmly not acknowledging her mothers dig.

“I'll go grab dessert.” You clear your throat.

“So… Quinn how’s work been?” Your father fills in the silence.

“It’s been great! Started working from home more! I go to the office maybe two or three times a week if that.”

“That’s great.” Frank smiled warmly.

“The neighborhood is so nice!” You mom gushes.

“The neighborhood has been very welcoming.” Quinn nods.

“Beth, I hear you’ve made lots of friends out here.” Your mom smiled warmly.

She smiles swallowing before saying “Monica, Morgan, Billy, Tommy, Lyla, and Cassie!”

“That’s a whole lotta friends kiddo!” Your dad grinned.

“Are you excited to go to school with them?” Judy asks.

Beth’s eyes widen comically as you walk back in with desert.

“Beth, your grandma asked you a question.” Quinn spoke as she pushed her daughter’s blonde hair out of her face.

“Oh yes grandma!” Beth smiled.

“Maybe we can go school supply shopping while I’m here.” Judy smiled.

“Oh Judy you really don’t have to do that-“ you begin.

“No no, I would love to help besides school is what? A few weeks away?”

“What about Alex?” Frannie kinked her brow.

“You can tag along and choose for her.” Judy nodded.

Dammit Frannie internally cursed now she has to shop with her mom.

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“Well that went well.” You sighed changing into your pajamas.

Quinn gave you a look.

“Except Judes I know.” You nodded, sighing walking over to your wife who was currently using a facial massager.

“I love her but she’s tiring.”

You nod, bringing her in your arms. You walk her over to the mattress, getting her to lay on her stomach. You straddle her thighs and begin massaging the stress away.

“Can I ask you something and you promise you won’t get upset?” She said with a muffled voice.

“What’s up buttercup?” You ask, chuckling.

“Can you not really show attention to Natasha while my mom is around?”

“Wait what?” You asked, causing her to turn over.

“Please? I know we talked about it but…”

“What’d she say?”

“Just please for my own sake?”

“Okay.” You nod sadly before she brings you in a kiss.

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“Mom, pop, it’s time to get up!” Beth whispered.

You and Quinn wake up with a gasp.

“Come on, come on!” She beamed holding balloons and a small wild berry muffin with a candle in it.

You and Quinn nod, getting out of bed. You stayed up all night to create Finley’s jungle themed birthday. Beth begged you both to let her do something for Fin as well. It wasn’t until Frannie suggested she start a tradition the way she had with Quinn.

“Ready?” Beth whispered to you both at Finley’s door. You both nod with a sleepy smile.

Beth began singing happy birthday, awakening her little sister. Finley gasped with a smile.

“Happy birthday Fin!” You all say lifting her up on your lap as you sit on the small twin sized bed.

“My boythday?” Fin yawned, leaning back in your arms.

“It sure is, love.” Quinn smiled.

“You’re 3 years old now kiddo.” You squeezed.

Quinn took her tiny hand using her fingers to show her how many she was.

“Dis many?” Fin blinked, she was so damn precious when she wakes up.

“Hmhm, 3.” You nod.

“You have to make a wish and blow out your candle.” Beth smiled sweetly.

Finley smiled at all of you before turning towards her muffin. She closed her eyes before blowing out her candles.

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“So how did things with Tina go?” You asked Mike who was helping you with the finishing touches.

“We slept together.” Mike blushed before looking over at Tina who worked on the other side with Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, and Sam.

“Wooow.” You grinned mouth agape in surprise.

Mike nudged you laughing.

“So you two are gonna try things again?” You asked.

“I’m not sure we haven’t talked about it yet.”

“Oof.”

“What about you and your little love triangle?” He smirked only for it to quickly fade. “How the fuck do you always end up in a love triangle by the way?” He pointed with a huff.

“What?!” You huffed furrowing your brows.

“Uhh hello Gabrielle Avery in high school, pretty sure there was a girl in college, and then Sersi! Oh my God I can’t believe you didn’t choose her!”

“Mike!” You glared with a huff.

“Sersi, is British - Asian…BrAsian?“

You kinked your brow.

“She loved your babies, she wanted to have your babies, crazy smart, and drop dead gorgeous. Oh and she didn’t treat you like crap.”

“Mike.” You raised your brow.

He raised his hands and then changed the subject.

“What did you and Natasha do last night?”

“Well we checked out this extreme painting with a twist place. She kissed me and then we went to a bar and this girl was on me and she kissed me again-“

“Whoa! Wait! Wait… she kissed you more than once after the photo shoot kiss?” Mike covered his mouth in shock.

“Well it wasn’t like that!”

“Hmhm.” He shook his head at you.

“It wasn’t! The second kiss was for a photo and the third was to get this handy chick off of me.”

“A likely story.” Mike smirked laughing as you nudged him. “So you did you like it?”

“Dude.”

“Come on! I’m your best friend, just tell the truth.” He raised his brow with a cheeky grin.

“Well I mean yeah who wouldn’t enjoy kissing a woman like her.”

“Has it been weird between you two?”

You furrow your brows in thought before turning to look over at the Russian Beauty.

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“Wait, wait, wait, wait, you’re telling me you made out with Y/N right in front of her wife? Then kissed her two more times?” Wanda raised her brows as she helped Natasha decorate her backyard for Finley’s party.

“You made out with Y/N?!” Laura gasped.

“I did not make out with Y/N!” Natasha chastised. “It was an innocent kiss for a photo shoot.”

Her two closest friends raised their brows.

“Uh oh, the look of shame. What happened?” Clint chuckled, bringing the slide from his home to Natasha’s pool for the party.

“Nat and Y/N made out!” Wanda let out.

“Oh shit.” He chuckled, raising his brows.

“It’s not what you think.” Laura raised her brow. “It was for a photo shoot.” She calmly explained.

“Bullshit.” He laughed. “Tasha you loved it just admit you got a thing for your neighbor. I saw the way you looked at Y/N at Tony’s party.”

“Clint shut it.” Laura rolled her eyes.

“Oh come on, it's just us, admit it you’ve got a crush.” Clint pointed.

“Fine!” Natasha huffed. “The kiss was…”

“Intoxicating?” Wanda asked.

“Magical?” Laura added.

“Addictive?” Clint shrugged.

“All of the above.” She sighed looking over at you not realizing that you were already looking at her.

You waved with a small smile and she waved back.

“Oh yeah you’re into Y/N.” Clint nodded.

“Nat, I love you, but please be careful. Y/N is married… with children.” Wanda cringed at the thought of a woman trying to come between her and Vis.

“I know.” The Russian sighed, turning back towards her task at hand. Natasha knew she shouldn’t have kissed you. She knew she would want more. She knew she would love it. She knew you’d be a great kisser, but by God if she didn’t think about the way you held her hips. The way your body tightened when she ran her hands up your abs to your chest and shoulders. The way your tongue darted against her lips before moving your lips against hers. She had to admit she wants more. She needs more.

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“I mean we seem fine.” You say turning back towards Mike.

“Did Quinn make you sleep downstairs?”

“No thankfully all of this is going on.”

“So that’s how you stayed out of the dog house. Your parents and your kids saved your ass!” He cackled.

“Shut up.” You muttered. “We also talked.”

“Bullshit.”

“We did!” You whined.

“Let me guess you both had sex and you forgave her?”

“We talked!” You gruffed.

“Yeah more ‘Ohhh Yeaah’ he moaned.”

“I can’t with you anymore.” You say, shaking your head as you walked away.

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“So you guys fix things?” Santana asked her blonde friend.

“Yeah we talked.”

“Good cause it’s not fair to be upset with them.” Santana said as they stood in line.

“I know but what if Y/N enjoyed it? What if they-“

“Stop. You have to trust Y/N. You’re going to drive yourself mad.”

“I just know that look Natasha gave Y/N. That’s the ‘I wanna run away with you and have your babies’ look.”

“So what? Let her look. It’s you that Y/N is married too. It’s you she sleeps with at night.”

“Did you tell Y/N Berry kissed you?”

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“Come through here you all can set up in the back.”

Natasha looks up hearing you speaking to the petting zoo people. She smiles as you jolt back from a python hanging from the zookeeper’s shoulders.

“Jeez!!” You yelped as the snake’s head came towards you.

“Aww don’t worry he’s a sweetheart.” The snake wrangler chuckled.

“He can’t get loose and eat my daughters right?” You gulped.

“What’s wrong Y/L/N?” Laura teased smirking from Nat’s backyard.

“You scared of a little snake?” Natasha smirked looking over from her backyard fixing a giant inflatable gorilla.

“Little?l” you huffed, turning your head seeing Steve wave as he walked through the entrance of the backyard. “Thanks again Steve, you're a lifesaver.” You grinned as the ex-military man brought over his brand new grill.

“Of course Y/N any time!” He paused looking around at all of your friends putting up decorations. It was now 1100 and he knew the party was supposed to go on at 1300.

“Oh my God that man.” Mercedes and Kurt fanned themselves looking at Steve Rogers from where they were working.

“Wow. Just look at his butt.” Kurt sighed, earning a glare from Blaine.

“I’m sorry hunny but he’s got back.”

“Okay. Chill.” Sam scoffed at his girlfriend.

“Is anyone getting a little bit of a gay vibe from him?” Artie furrowed his brow tilting his head squinting. “No? Just me?”

“His gaydar is better than mine.” Blaine shrugged with a smirk.

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“Uhh… you want some help?” Steve asked with a sweet smile.

“I mean I wouldn’t turn it down.” You chuckled. “As you can see I'm a little over my head.”

“I never leave a soldier behind.” He quirked his brow, placing on an apron. “I’ve got the food pal. You go do what you need to do.”

You nodded as he began setting up shop. You looked around and everything was nearly finished. The theme of the party is Young Wild & Three; jungle theme using The Wild Thornberrys and Tarzan as inspiration.

The booths were up, the makeshift obstacle course Natasha dubbed Swingin’ From The Threes. You and your father created it completed with a ball pit, zip line, and a treehouse. All you had left to do was change and get Finley’s outfit ready.

“I think we’re done.” Quinn said, walking up to you.

“I’ll call my parents.” Your parents had taken the girls and Arlo out so you could surprise Finley.

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Once the birthday girl arrived you got her in her outfit and covered her eyes before going outside.

“Papa can’t see. Papa!” Finley huffed before pulling at your hands. You dropped them just as all of your family and friends jumped out saying happy birthday.

You beamed down at your daughter's face seeing her surprised and joyful expression.

She clapped her hands beaming at everyone. “It’s my boythday! I’m this many!” She shouted holding up 3 tiny fingers.

Everyone laughed and cheered.

“Whoa!” She gasped pointing to her brand new treehouse and presents. “Mine? Those ones too?”

“Yes sweet girl.” Quinn cooed.

“Happy birthday Fin.” You both say.

“Papa down please.” She wiggles in your arms wanting to get down. Soon the party is in full swing. The kids are running around going through the obstacles and booths you all set up.

Finley was running around with Nate and Arlo on either side of her.

“Natty look!” Finley gasps, tugging her hand pointing at her treehouse.

“It’s awesome Finny!”

“It’s my boythday.” She smiled.

“Yes it is moi sladosti.”

“Auntie Nat!” Nate smiled, hugging her legs.

“Well hello moy krasivyy.” She smiled crouching down to kiss his head.

“Fin come on, let's see the animals!” Beth grinned pointing towards the petting zoo.

Fin gasped running towards Beth and the animals with Nate and Arlo close behind.

“Thanks for helping me with all this.” You say walking up to Natasha making sure your mother in law was nowhere in sight.

“Of course. Look at how happy she is! How happy all of them are.” She smiled looking from your girls to the rest of the kids on the block.

“Nat?” She turns back towards you. “We’re good, right?”

“Of course we are, why wouldn't we be?” She smiled, pinching your arm.

“Cool.” You smiled trying to move your arm away from her.

“How’s Quinn?” She asked.

“She’s better now.” You blush looking over at your wife bashfully who was speaking with the hobbit- Rachel.

“Well she doesn’t look like she wants to rip my head off anymore.” Natasha smirked.

“Yeah I’m sorry about that.” You cringed.

“You’ve really got to stop apologizing for your wife.” Natasha said softly.

“I know.” You sighed.

“It’s okay you can make it up to me with a kiss.” She smirked watching you blush. “I’m kidding Y/N.”

“I know that.” You chuckled.

“So Beth’s birthday is in June, Fin’s is August, and yours is?” The redhead raised her brow.

“Late September.” You grinned.

“You’re gonna be?”

“28.” You nodded, taking a sip from your drink. “When’s yours?”

“December 3rd.” She smiles before taking a swig of her drink. You can’t help but notice the way her lips look against the bottle. Causing you to remember the way the kiss felt.

“Winter baby.” You smiled, shaking your weird intruding thoughts. “Scratch that; a Russian Winter baby. Did your parents wrestle a bear to have you?” You cringed immediately. “Nope; you’re adopted and your parents are gone. Ahh. I’m sorry Nat.”

“Y/N.” She chuckled, laying her hand on your shoulder. “Relax. I know you didn’t mean anything by it. I thought it was funny. Don’t let the kiss mess what we have up.”

“Kisses.” You elaborated with a blush.

“Right kisses.” She nods looking away from your lips. “I see your dad and Tony are going down memory lane.”

You turn to see your dad laughing along with Tony both holding each other for support.

“Looks like it.” You chuckled.

“Did you talk to Quinn about his job offer?”

“Not yet.” You sighed.

“Y/N.” Natasha looked frustrated with you.

“I will.”

“Please do.”

“Y/N.” You turn, hearing your mother in law.

“Yes Judes?” You smile.

“Your wife needs help with the food.”

“Oh?” You furrowed your brows before heading off.

Judy smiled at the redhead who watched you run inside. “Why hello dear, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Judy, Quinn’s mother.”

“Nice to meet you Judy, I'm Natasha, their neighbor.” She smiled pointing to the house with the pool before reaching out to shake her hand.

“Oh, do you live alone?” Judy asked, clearing clocking her wedding ring.

“Oh no my husband Bruce-”

“Oh so you’re married?”

“It’ll be 3 years in less than 6 months.” The redhead responded understanding where Judy is going with this.

“Oh well that's lovely dear. So since you have a husband you’ll leave my daughter’s alone?”

Natasha looked taken back. “I’m sorry?”

“You heard me correctly, dear.”

“I-” Natasha felt like a fish out of water. She didn’t think Judy would just say it so bluntly.

“I’ve seen women like you. Stay away from my family.”

“Hey Nat! Judes!” Brittany smiled walking up with her wife Santana.

“Oh hello Brittany Santana!” Judy hugged both girls. “I’m going to go get me a plate.”

“We figured you needed saving.” Santana smirked.

“You were right to assume. I’m pretty sure she just called me whore without calling me a whore, and told me to leave Y/N alone.” Natasha laughed in disbelief.

“Yup that’s Judy Fabray fo ya.” Santana sighed.

Natasha couldn’t help but wonder how Quinn’s childhood was. No wonder she is the way that she is.

“Don’t take anything she says to heart.” Brittany shook her head, waving her off. “Her ex husband- Quinn’s father cheated on her for years until he finally left her. That was when she started talking to Quinn again.”

“Ahh I see.” Natasha nodded.

Santana began laughing hysterically seeing Kurt and Blaine covered in ketchup and mustard.

“Poncho!” Kurt cried pointing to the mess all over his rain poncho.

Next Chapter

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #Natasha Romanoff x g!p reader #quinn fabray x reader

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gleegirlimagines · 2 years

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Jealousy, Jealousy

"Y/L/N!"

Y/N turned confused until a certain blonde came strutting towards her. She smiled at the sight of Quinn Fabray, in all her glory, glaring at kids in the hall to get out of her way as she made her way to the taller girl. Y/N smiled at the blonde. "Fabray, what can I do for you this lovely Lima morning, milady?"

The blonde smiled up at the girl. "You are such a dork." Y/N laughed and kissed Quinn's forehead. "I do what I can to make you happy." She reached down to intertwine their fingers as they walked to the choir room. Quinn looked up at the girl. "You keep doing what you're doing then because you make me extremely happy."

Once in the choir room, the couple made their way to their usual seats in the back. Santana and Brittany soon joined them as Mr. Schue began the lesson. Halfway through the lesson, a girl walked in all smiles and sunshine. "Hi! I'm looking for Mr. Schuester?"

The man smiled. "That would be me. How can I help you?" "I'm Sara and I'm wanting to join the Glee club!" Everyone sat shocked at someone wanting to join the club. Mr. Schue chuckled. "Alright, do you have something prepared?" Sara nodded and handed some music to Brad. Quinn leaned into Y/N. "Do you think she's gonna be good?" Y/N shrugged. "Can't be any worse than Sugar so we'll see."

Turns out, there can be someone worse than Sugar Motta. Sara was awful but still, Mr. Schue let her in the club. Sara excitedly squealed and went to take a seat in front of Quinn and Y/N. She looked up at the two, smiling at Quinn and winking at Y/N. Quinn glared at Sara before looking at Y/N who just looked confused.

After Schue dismissed them, Sara approached Y/N, with Quinn standing behind her. "So, Y/N, right? Do you wanna hang out? Maybe give me some private singing lessons?" Y/N backed up into Quinn, who grabbed a handful of Y/N's hoodie. "Uh, I'm not too fantastic at singing. I'm more of a dancer but I'm sure Rachel could give you some lessons."

Sara didn't stop. "How about some dancing lessons then? I could ask for the dance room and you and I could do them there." Quinn finally spoke up. "Yeah, I don't think so. My girlfriend isn't giving you any type of lessons." Sara glared at the blonde before turning to Y/N and smiling. "I'll see you around, sweetie." She winked and walked out of the choir room, leaving behind a fuming Quinn and a confused Y/N.

"What the fuck just happened?"

This went on for weeks, Sara lingering around Y/N, trying to make a move on her. Y/N, being the person she is, kept letting her down as easy as she could but there's only so much a person can take. Quinn on the other hand, was one step away from murder. Y/N was the one good thing she currently had in her life (besides being on the Cheerios again) and how dare this slut think she can take her girlfriend from her? She was going to have to up her "clingy girlfriend" game.

Y/N was at her locker taking out the books that she needed for the upcoming classes when Sara slid up to her. "Hi hot stuff. Where's the girlfriend today?" Y/N rolled her eyes. "Something about the Cheerios. She should be almost done." Sara smirked. "So, she just left you for someone to snatch you up?"

At that moment, Quinn made her appearance. "Well no one can snatch her up if she doesn't let them." Y/N smiled at the blonde girl, thanking whoever was up there that she decided to make her presence known. Sara glared at the blonde who turned to Y/N and planted her lips on hers in a steamy kiss. Y/N groaned into the kiss and chased Quinn's lips as the girl pulled away.

Sara stood fuming as Quinn smirked at her. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have to get to class." She grabbed Y/N's arm and dragged her with her. Y/N followed in a lustful daze, eyes glued to the swaying skirt on Quinn's hips.

Y/N waited in the hall as the last of the Cheerios filed out of the locker room before making her way into said locker room to find her girlfriend. Quinn was putting the last of her things in her bag when Y/N came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. She smiled and leaned back into the embrace. "I'm almost ready and then we can leave." Y/N smirked and began to kiss Quinn's neck.

She sighed and leaned her neck to the side to give Y/N more room. "Take off your clothes." Quinn froze. "W-what?" Y/N smiled. "You heard me. I told you to take off your clothes." Quinn blushed. "But, we are in public. Someone can see." Y/N played with the bottom of the Cheerio skirt. "I don't care, I need to be inside of you Quinn so we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

Quinn shivered as she slowly took the uniform off. Y/N smirked and laid the blonde down on the bench, sliding her panties off. "God, you're already soaked, Peach. This just for me?" Quinn nodded frantically. "Yes. Just for you, Y/N." Y/N tsked. "That's not my name, Peach. You know better." Quinn whimpered as Y/N ran a finger up her soaked folds. "I'm sorry Daddy. It's all for you."

Y/N smirked before latching on to Quinn's clit. Quinn all but screamed at the sensation as she tangled her fingers in Y/N's hair. Out of all the guys she had dated up to this point, Y/N went down on her more than the others combined. Puck was a "fuck-and-run" guy, Sam tried but never succeeded, and Finn never knew what he was doing. Quinn's very first orgasm came at the mouth of Y/N.

Two fingers slid into her as Y/N began to stretch Quinn for her cock. Y/N was definitely bigger than the other guys too. It kind of scared Quinn the first time they had sex but now she was hooked. The pace went faster as Y/N went between sucking the blonde's clit and thrusting her fingers faster. The familiar knot in Quinn's stomach was about to explode as she tensed up. "Is my princess about to cum?"

Quinn nodded as the knot exploded and she saw stars. With a chant of Y/N's name, she came all over her fingers and face. As she recovered, Y/N unbuckled her belt and pulled her cock out. Just the sight made Quinn's mouth water. Y/N settled in between Quinn's legs and ran her tip through the soaked folds.

"I will let you suck me off when we get to my place but I have to be inside of you, baby." Quinn nodded as Y/N slid in slowly, letting Quinn adjust. The groan that left Y/N's lips made Quinn even wetter. She knows that she is the only one who can make Y/N feel like this. She has the girl pussy whipped for god's sake.

Y/N began to thrust slowly as Quinn moaned and whimpered below her. "God, Quinn you drive me fucking crazy. That Sara chick has nothing on you baby. I only have eyes for you. Only you can make me feel this good. God, I get hard just by the thought of you." Quinn melted under the praise.

"God, your pussy is so fucking good. Fuck, Quinn." Quinn's nails dragged down Y/N's back as the tip of her cock hit the sweet spot inside of Quinn. "Fuck, Daddy, can I cum? Please let me cum?" Y/N nodded as Quinn finally let go, covering Y/N's dick in her cum. The tightness was becoming too much for Y/N to bear.

"Jesus fuck." Y/N's thrusts were becoming sloppier and faster. "Stay just like that, Peach. God, I'm gonna fill this pretty pussy up." Quinn leaned up to Y/N's ear. "Cum in me, Daddy. I wanna feel it dripping out of me." Y/N's eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Oh god, here it comes. Here it fucking comes, baby. I'm gonna cum so hard."

With a last, hard thrust, Y/N released her load into Quinn, the other girl moaning at the feeling. Once her balls were basically drained, Y/N pulled out of Quinn, groaning at the sight of their mixed cum dripping out of the blonde. "Fuck. That was so hot. You're so lucky I can't get you pregnant because that would've done it." Quinn giggled and peppered kisses all over Y/N's face.

"Now, let's get out of here so I can taste your cock."

The two got dressed and walked out of the locker room to head to Y/N's car only to find Sara in the hallway, looking traumatized. Quinn smirked. "Looks like she's all mine. Now back off of her and leave us alone." Sara nodded and ran off in the other direction. Y/N laughed. "I think you scared her babe." Quinn looked up at the girl. "Good. Now, come on. You're about to get the best road head of your life."

Y/N groaned as Quinn dragged her to her car, giggling all the while.

#quinn fabray x reader #quinn fabray #glee imagine #glee smut #quinn fabray smut #g!p reader

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sidneylover122 · 6 days

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MASTERLIST:

Scream:

Sidney Prescott

Bathroom

Tara Carpenter

Sam Carpenter

Euphoria:

Maddy Perez

Exscape

Lexi Howard

Teen Wolf

Allison Argent

Lydia Martin

TVDU:

Katherine Pierce

All Mine

Elena Gilbert

Hayley Marshall

Davina Claire

Riverdale:

Hermione Lodge

Veronica Lodge

Cheryl Blossom

Shameless:

Fiona Gallagher

Scooby-Doo:

Daphne Blake

You:

Guinevere Beck

Love Quinn

The OC:

Summer Roberts

Marissa Cooper

Gossip Girl:

Blair Waldorf

Stranger Things:

Nancy Wheeler

Total Drama:

Lindsay

Bridgette

Sex Education:

Ruby Matthews

The Party and the After Party

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unhingedbarbie · 9 months

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Me going to take a sh*t after b!ng!ng the day before

#just girly thoughts #th1gh g@p #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #girlblogging #thinny #thinspø #ed not ed sheeran #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #girlblogger #th1gh gap #th1nnsp0

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jazzyoranges · 7 months

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Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader (r is also implied to be more masculine-leaning)

Summary: Tara rides you 🤷‍♀️ no Ghostface au

Words: 3.5k

A/n: the card game they play is called “do or drink” so if you don’t understand the rules here, search it up and it’ll probably make more sense

Warnings: G!P reader, explicit sex, unprotected sex (you pull out dw), blowjob, face fucking, Tara lowkey has a size kink, R has a praise kink lol, service top!R, power bottom!T (i think? idk positions that well)

MINORS DNI!!

Tara didn’t really feel like being at this party. Unfortunately for her, she was a victim of peer pressure by Mindy. The twin said something about “getting laid” and how Tara needed to “get some”, but in all honesty, she wasn’t actually listening

The party she was at was cowboy/southern-themed, and Tara opted to wear some plaid and a white crop top. Chad went fully cowboy, through. Tara said he looked like a dork, but his eyes were set on looking like someone from Red Dead Redemption. The brunette didn’t know how he did it, but Chad didn’t even look half bad. Tara swears he has a superpower at looking stupid and not stupid at the same time

Mindy on the other hand, did the least. The twin adorned a black shirt and a brown leather jacket with southern-ish accessories

Chad didn’t bother knocking or ringing the bell over the loud music, and he let himself, Mindy, and Tara into the house. There was a familiar smell in the house. Weed and alcohol absolutely flamed her nostrils, and she scrunched up her nose. When Tara’s eyes landed on you, she swore you were a goddess straight from Texas heaven

“Mindy.”

“I see her, Tara”

“Mindy.”

“No straight woman wears a wife beater. You’re in the clear”

In Tara’s favor, Chad yelled your name and waved you over

“Mindy, Tara, this is Y/N! She coached me back in Woodsboro. She’s also from Texas, so i invited her to show up all the fake cowboys like me” The football player slung an arm around your shoulder, and you held out your hand for the two girls to shake

“Nice to meet you two” Your accent was practically nonexistent, but certain words have you away. When your hand meets Tara’s, yours engulfs hers and she swears she can feel her heart beating in her throat

“Chad speaks well of y’all”

“Really? I’m surprised” Mindy laughs, but Tara is too busy sweating over you to engage in conversation

“I’m gonna introduce Y/N to the rest of our friend group, i’ll see you two around!”

“Have a good night, you two” You tip your hat with a wink, and follow after Chad

“So, wanna explain?” Mindy sends a knowing glance at Tara, a small smirk on her face

“Absolutely not.” The shorter girl makes her way into the kitchen, pouring herself a solo cup of whatever alcohol she can find. Tara chooses to ignore the burning sensation down her throat

“Nope, you’re going to talk right now. I didn’t even know you were into women like her”

“Neither did i, that’s the problem” Tara groans, covering her face with her hands

“What’s the plan?”

“There is no plan, Mindy. I don’t even know how to get close to her…” Eros or Aphrodite must’ve been listening real close because not a second later, she sees you being dragged around by Chad, rounding up a few people to play a drinking card game

“Tara! Mindy! Play drinking games with us? Ethan, Quinn, Y/N, Amber, Wes, Anika, Liv, a few other people and i are playing”

Mindy nods, and they follow you two to the living room, where all the aforementioned people were sitting. Some on the couch and some on the floor. You took your spot on the floor with Chad on your left, and Quinn on your right on the couch.

Chad clears his throat, and all eyes are on him. “Alright! Rules are simple. Everyone has to draw a white card, and do what it says. If you get a white card that says ‘Draw’, you have to get a black card and either do what it says, or drink however much it tells you. Make sense?”

The group nods, and small discussions are made between people. Tara is seated between Mindy, who’s talking to Anika, and Ethan, who’s talking to Chad

“Since i’m the one that wanted to play, i will graciously go first” Chad pulls his white card, and his face lights up. “War! Challenge another player to an arm wrestle. The loser must drink”

The twin gets up, and he points straight at your forehead. “Y/N! This cowboy challenges you in a duel of our arms!”

“How could i say no. I agree to your challenge, my good sir” You shake hands, and make your way to the coffee table in the middle of the room. Tara is on your right, and you give her a perfect view of your bicep

“You look nervous, Chad. Are you afraid?”

“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Therefore, the student always wins” he smiles at you, and your competitive side starts to bubble up

“When i win, i’ll make sure to spoon feed you your own words” readjusting your grip on Chad’s hand, Ethan makes his way over to be the referee

“Three…”

Tara notices your concentrated face, and how you bite your lip in anticipation

“Two…”

You adjust your grip once again, and Tara wonders what else your hands can do

“One!” Ethan lets go of yours and Chad’s attached hands, and they both stay in place. Tara can tell you two were pretty evenly matched

“C’mon, Y/N! Gag him!” Mindy cheers for you

“Don’t listen to her, babe. You got this!” Liv cheers for Chad

“Show him up, Y/N! You’ve got it” Tara cheers with a smile on her face, and you momentarily stop pushing before you catch yourself

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Losing already?”

“We’ll see” When you hear Tara say your name again, a new urge to win rushes through your body. In one swift motion, Chad’s hand meets the table, and those who were supporting you cheer

“What did you say about the student always winning?” You say with a wide grin on your face, and you kiss your arm in a show of ego

“That was a fluke! I want a rematch!” The twin says playfully

“Like you wouldn’t just lose again”

“Whatever, it’s your turn to draw”

You pick up a card, and you laugh to yourself. “Vote! On the count of three, everyone points to the person they think has had sex in the most interesting spot. The player with the most votes must confess their sex spot and take a drink”

“Alright! Three, two, one!” You count down, and mostly everyone is mostly pointing at Quinn

“Geez, what do you guys think of me?” She takes a sip of her drink. “And my most interesting spot was under the bleachers during his football practice”

This goes on until it’s Tara’s turn. Amber got an “All brunettes must drink” card, Anika got to be Simon in Simon Says (which Tara had to drink for losing first), and Mindy drew a card that made all of the single people drink. Luckily for Tara, you drank when Mindy pulled her card

“Your turn, Tara! What’ll you get?” Chad quickly made himself the keeper of cards, sitting in the middle as you sat on the couch in his place. Tara leans over, and she takes a card from Chad. Revealing her card, she see’s it says to draw

“Our very first ‘Draw’ card! I wonder what it’ll be” Chad grins, and Tara pulls a black card from the deck

“Spin a bottle. Whoever it lands on, sit on their lap for the next 2 rounds or both must drink four times”

Oohs are exchanged throughout the group, and Tara rolls her eyes in embarrassment. Less than a second later, Chad hands Tara an empty beer bottle. The twin takes his spot somewhere in the circle, and the brunette spins the bottle

“I’ll pray it lands on her” Mindy playfully nudges her shoulder, and Tara blushes. Neither of you knew it, but both you and the brunette hoped the bottle ended up pointing at you. It went around once, twice, three times

Slowly passing by the person to your right, the bottle points straight at you and you swear time stops for a second. Tara meets your eyes, and you swear she’s blushing when Mindy shoves her towards you

Tara awkwardly sits on your lap, moving to find a comfortable spot

You place a reassuring hand on her hip. “You know you don’t have to do this, right? If you’re uncomfortable, nobody is gonna judge you” Tara can feel your hand leave her side, and the smaller girl has to physically stop herself from letting out a whine of frustration

“I’m not uncomfortable. I just… need to adjust.” The brunette not-so-accidentally grinds her hips against yours, and she swears she hears you let out a tiny groan

It’s Wes’ turn next, but Tara can’t focus as she gropes around the couch for your hands. The alcohol in her system takes over when she leans back into you, and makes you wrap your arms around her torso. You happily oblige

“You having a good night, so far?”

Tara decides to be bold. “It’s definitely better in your lap”

Despite your semi-hard cock uncomfortably rubbing against your jeans, you try your best to learn more about Tara. Asking how her day was, what she’s majoring in, if she has any family; all while the brunette causes more friction by slowly rubbing her ass on your crotch. You have to suppress many moans as she not-so-casually grinds on you

Tara learns that you used to work on a family farm in Texas, but moved to California for college. You told her about the animals, the pumpkin patches, and looking up at the stars with your siblings

Not even noticing it’s your turn again, Chad has to remind you to draw a card. You instantly miss Tara’s heat when she crawls off your lap so you can draw a card. The game goes on for the next hour or so, and you can barely remember what you had to do after all the drinks you’ve had

You end up having to quit the game halfway through when you refuse to send a nude photo of yourself to a random number or take a drink. Tara’s card no longer applies very early on, but she actively decides to sit in your lap for the rest of the game

Amber kicks out the rest of the party-goers around 1 am, and you’ve been tasked to drive Tara and Mindy home. Somehow you’re the least drunk. Since Chad was their ride and he’s off somewhere making out with Liv, you so graciously offered to drive them home.

The ride to Mindy’s house was quiet, but it was a comfortable quiet. You tapped on the steering wheel to the soft music, Mindy was half asleep, and Tara was discreetly trying to look at you from the passenger seat. You dropped Mindy off at her place, and now you were on your way to Tara’s house. The moonlight was hitting your eyes in the right way, causing them to sparkle the tiniest bit Tara had a little staring problem

“Do i have something on my face?”

“Do you want to stay over at my place?” The brunette blurts out, instantly regretting her words. “I mean- uh, if you want…”

“Sure, i’d like to stay over. I’m pretty sure i have some extra clothes in here, anyway. Any scary dogs i should beware of?”

“Does my sister count?”

“Only if she bites” This earns a laugh from Tara, and you mentally pat yourself on the back

“Definitely beware of her. She’s staying at her boyfriends place tonight, so you’re good”

“Noted” You pull into the Carpenters driveway, and both of you get out. Grabbing an extra hoodie, shirt, and shorts, you follow Tara into her house

“Bathroom is on the left. Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Sure, you can pick”

“You’re gonna wish you never said that. Let’s watch The Babadook”

“Seriously? Dude, i used to jump like six feet in the air when the floor boards creaked in the barn”

“You’ll live” Rolling your eyes at her words, you made your way to her bathroom to change. You made sure to freshen up, even though you two were just watching a movie. The smell of buttered popcorn filled your lungs and you could faintly hear the popping kernels

When you leave her bathroom, Tara’s already changed into something more comfortable

“Do we have to watch something scary? Can’t we watch a sitcom or something?”

“Listen, you let me decide but we don’t have to if you don’t wanna” Tara finds her seat on the couch, your shoulders touching when she sits down the bowl of popcorn between you two

“But i will think you’re a pussy”

“The Babadook it is” You click play on the remote, and Tara lays her head on your shoulder. She barely pays attention to the movie, considering she’s seen it far too many times. Instead, the brunette opts to watch you and all of your reactions. You’ve raised the blanket up under your nose and leaned into Tara about 20 times, and the movie is just about halfway through

Every now and again you’d flinch in anticipation, and Tara would rub your thigh in support. You don’t know if your heart is beating due to the movie, or due to Tara practically being on top of you for the second time this night

When the movie ends and the credits roll, you can only stare at the black screen and Tara lets out a laugh

“So, what do you think?”

“I don’t think i’ll be able to sleep tonight, Tara”

“You’ll be okay” The brunette pats your cheek

“Can we watch something lighter? Like My Little Pony?”

“Of course you were a horse girl”

“Actually i was an Equestria Girls girl, thank you” You huff

“Tomato, potato, they were all ponies” Tara rolls her eyes, and smiles “I think i have another horror movie you’ll like. Well, it’s technically a trilogy”

“Absolutely not! I’d like to be able to close my eyes tonight and not hallucinate a monster leaning over me”

“There’s a scene where two girls kiss”

“…Fine.”

An hour in, the two main girls are making out in their bras, and you’re staring quite intensely at the scene. Something in the room shifts, and all of a sudden you start to feel hotter. Tara goes from rubbing your thigh to slowly dragging her hand to your crotch, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Your breath hitches when she starts to rub your clothed cock

“A-Are we about to do the thing?” You say unsure, but the brunette is already pulling you off the couch and leading you to her room

Before you know what’s happening, Tara is guiding you into her bedroom and pushing you up against a wall. Her kisses are hungry and fast, wanting to taste every part of you. When she starts to fiddle with your shorts, you let out a small laugh at how she huffs in frustration

“Take it off, already.”

“Someone’s needy” You tease

“I’ve been eye fucking you all night. I’m not waiting any longer. I had to drag you here myself”

“I didn’t know if i was reading your signals wrong…” You mumble, and Tara hates how adorable you look. God why were you cute and hot at the same time

“I was grinding on you the entirety of those two rounds at the party”

“You said you were adjusting! I thought my lap was uncomfortable!”

“I hate how the oblivious ones are always the hottest.” Tara finally manages to pull down your shorts through shaky hands, and she feels her mouth water when she sees the small tent in your underwear

“Spider-man boxers?” the shorter girl quirks an eyebrow at you

“I didn’t think i’d have sex tonight” You suck in a breath when Tara starts to rub your cock through your boxers

“Really? You didn’t think you’d get laid tonight looking like this” Tara motions to your entire body with her non-busy hand. “Maybe i should show you how pretty you are. Do you want that, baby?” The brunette squeezes your cock; and you nod, not trusting your voice to do anything but moan

As she gets on her knees, Tara pulls down your boxers just enough to reveal your hardened dick

“Jesus, you’re big…” The brunette says to herself, but you can feel your ego boost at her words. Tara starts to lick the veins on your shaft, and you can feel her massaging your balls. Your cock is drooling pre-cum when Tara kisses your tip, and you let out a breathy moan

“Please, Tara…”

“Tell me what you want, baby”

“Please let me fuck your mouth”

“Let me adjust to your size first. I’ll let you know when you can start, does that sound good?”

“A-Anything you want”

“You’re cute.” Tara kisses your tip again before taking it into her mouth, eliciting a moan from your throat. She swirls her tongue in a way that drives your crazy. Her hands make their way around your thighs, and Tara squeezes your ass as she takes half your cock into her mouth. The brunette squeezes your balls and you hear her gag as her nose meets your lower abdomen. The sight of Tara deepthroating your cock almost makes you cum

“Fuck.” You breathe out. You try backing away to give Tara a little room to breathe but she just ends up making you thrust into her mouth, making her gag. You pull her face away from your cock not wanting her to choke, and the shorter girl wipes a little drool off her chin

“Why’d you do that?” Tara asks, a little annoyed

“I didn’t want you to run out of breath. Your eyes were watering”

“It’s nice how much you care about me. I can assure you i can handle your cock, baby. It helps you taste good”

“If it ever gets too much or becomes uncomfortable, squeeze my hand” You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and Tara’s heart flutters at how soft you’re being despite the situation

“I promise i’ll let you know if it starts to become too much, baby” The brunette kisses your tip once again and dives right back into sucking your dick. When you look down and she gives you a small nod, your hands tangle in her hair. You start off with small thrusts, slowly going faster as Tara gets used to your size

“F-Fuck you’re amazing” Your balls slap against her chin, and Tara almost cums at how dirty it feels having you fuck her throat like a fleshlight

“Shit, i’m gonna cum, Tara…” You moan, and the brunette gives you a pleading look. You can only assume it means ‘Please cum down my throat’, so that’s exactly what you do. You release your load in her mouth with a groan, and Tara happily swallows all of it down. When she pulls away from your cock, you use your thumb to wipe away the leftover cum on her chin. Tara takes your thumb in her mouth, and licks away the rest of your semen

She gets off her knees, and gets up to pull you into another searing kiss. You can taste yourself on her tongue, and you moan into her mouth at the flavor

“Jesus, you’re still hard?”

“I have the stamina of a stallion” You shrug, feigning a big ego

“Oh, yeah? How about i ride you and we’ll see if you can handle it”

“You have such a beautiful way with words”

“I’d be mad about the teasing of you weren’t cute. Hurry up and get naked, already”

“Yes ma’am” Barely a second passes before Tara’s lips are on yours. In a flurry of heat, both of your clothes end up strewn about her bedroom. Tara pushes you onto her bed. She straddles your lap and kisses you with a new wave of confidence and fervor. When the brunette urges you to lay back, you have to actively keep your jaw closed at the sight of Tara. Unfortunately for you, she notices your staring

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer”

“Can i really?”

“Mm… maybe next time”

Your face lights up. “Next time?”

“After you take me on a date first. We can talk about the specifics later” Tara softly kisses the bridge of your nose, making you close your eyes and blush

“Right now, i want you in me.” The brunette on top of you lines up your tip with her pussy, slowly sinking down your shaft

“Fuck,” Tara takes the rest of your cock in her, and you massage her hips when you can feel her squeezing around you “You feel so good, baby”

Noticing how you moan at her praise, Tara takes note of this. She starts to move up and down, and the feeling of her around you earns a whimper from your throat. Moans are exchanged as Tara starts to ride you faster, constantly increasing her pace

“I’m close, Tar” You breathe out, letting her nickname slip through your lips

“Fuck i am too, baby. You’re so big” Her words are reinforced as she starts to tighten around your cock, and you have to use all your strength to pull out. You ejaculate your cum all over your stomach, and so does Tara. When you both come down from your high, the brunette notices how you’re still somehow hard

“Round two?”

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A/n pt.2: cookie if you can guess the second movie they watch

#jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega #tara carpenter #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin #sam carpenter #scream #anika kayoko #scream 6 #amber freeman #quinn bailey #ethan landry

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sorrowedpickle · 9 months

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Best-friends

Tara Carpenter x g!p!reader

A/N: I was eating cheez-Its while making this

Warning: smut, p in v, the usual dealing with me.

Requested by: @marst566 (don’t know why the tag isn’t working🧍🏻‍♀️

Here’s there the request

“Fuck-“ she whimpered out as your hips connected to hers over and over again. She moan uncontrollably under you as you forced her face down into the pillow to drown out the loud moans the left her from Sam or Quinn as you drilled into her.

“Fuck, fuck!” Her back naturally arched on its own to give you a better angle inside of her and to give herself more pleasure from the cock buried deep inside of her. “Don’t stop!” She says through teary eyes.

You bite your lip as you feel her move back against you in time with your thrust and can’t help the groan that leaves your lips as you hold on her hip tightens.

How you two ended up like this was a story you wouldn’t dare admit be true when telling. All because of a little jealousy at your first frat party in New York and only then did the knife finally cut through all the tension that was built up between you both.

The others had the theories, watching how the two of you interacted in the past few months but never having any or enough proof the prove anything. Just placing their bets and waiting. Luckily you two seemed to keep it hidden very well.

Friends with benefits. At least that’s what Tara called it when she wasn’t staring at you when you weren’t looking or always bringing you up.

Now, at least twice a week or more — depending on how much time you could get alone — you had her a moaning and screaming mess but it was hard to even get alone together to do anything. With Sam always wanting to be in the same building as Tara 24/7 it was hard

Even now, you two had to make a tight decision to do this with Quinn and Sam in and asleep in their rooms. But you both couldn’t help it, it was the end of the week and you hadn’t fucked since the middle of last week due to you having a lot of testing going on and Sam up Tara’s ass. Tara was sexually frustrated, moody and snappy while you seemed to have a hard time hiding your painful erections whenever they’d randomly pop up.

You two depended on each other, more than you’d both cared to admit. Especially after what happened in Woodsboro with Richie and Amber. You both needed the other, not just physically but emotionally. The comfort you to brought each other was something you craved more than sex or the rough fucking she demanded.

Now that you had the petite girl all for yourself, you couldn’t help but see how much you craved her. Her lips, her hands wrapping around you, and especially her body that seemed to tease you with its movements everyday you saw her.

Your hips slam against her ass as she continues to moan into her pillow, hands gripping the sheets under her in a desperate attempt to ground herself to keep going.

You move your hand from her hand to rest against her back, between her shoulder blades to force her ass more up into the as you shifted slightly above her and forcing your pants further down to below your knees as you push both of you further up into her bed.

“Fuck, you’re so wet Tara..” you groan out as you begin thrusting inside of her again causing her to let out yet another string of moans that were still muffled by her pillow.

The street light perfectly shaded across her skin, back muscles moving and flexing with every move you both make, her waist thin then stretching out to form a petite shape and even more petite with her back arched.

You were glad you came when she called even if it was the dead of the night, you would walk through the desert if it meant this would be your Oasis to quench your thirst. You had to be careful not to get caught or Sam probably finish you off herself.

Tara seems to want this when you hit her spongy spot, her head is thrown back and she lets out a loud moan.

Your eyes widen as you stop and you move your hand back up and shove her face into the pillow. Your heart beat jumping into your throat, a fear settling inside of you as Tara whines into the pillow. A fear of Sam’s wrath if she catches you in her little sisters bed in the middle of the night.

You felt like a teenage boy when thinking about it, Tara was an adult and could take care of herself just fine but you were scared of Sam. Like a teenage boy would be the father of the girl whose room he snuck into.

But you knew Sam would be much more worse than her father.

“Are you trying to get caught?” You ask, turning your head to listen out for any movement in the apartment.

This doesn’t stop Tara as she keeps moving her hips back against yours in attempt to chase the orgasm you unrightfully took from her, moaning into the pillow and grip tightening on the sheets.

You continue to listen out for any sound outside the room. The creak of a floor board, a voice, hell looking down at the crack for a light to turn on.

But the only sound the you could hear was Tara, between her legs and her moaning as she pushes against you, urging you to start moving again as she lets out yet another whine.

She was going feral, eager to get you to fuck her and give her the release she was used to receiving at least once a week. You could only imagine how it would be if you didn’t fuck for a much longer period of time.

“She’s not going to come, can you ju-” you takes in a sharp breath when you start up your pace again, still straining your ears to listen out for Sam just in case.

“So impatient.” You tease as both of your hands grip onto her hips to pull her back to you with more force.

This causes her let out another moan into the pillow and go limp, no longer attempting to push back against you now that your pulling her back, hitting her g-spot over and over again was getting her back to getting closer to the edge. Closer to her orgasm she had been craving for the last week and a half.

You could only imagine what it would be like if you two were separated for a longer time frame without any release from the other.

You continue to pump yourself in and out of her throbbing pussy, washing the way her juices mixed with your as you caught glimpses of her cock. Loving the way it felt and seemed to fit perfectly inside of her, it was more than you could ever ask for.

You feel her legs begin to shake in your grasp as her moans become more frequent and you can’t help but smile at how fast she was going to cum after being denied there for a moment.

You increase your movements, desperate to make her cum after so long, to feel her gush all over your dick.

You let out a small, breathy moan, feeling your own orgasm form in the pit of your stomach as you move against her.

One hand rubbing up and down her back gently while the other keeps a harsh grip on her hip, neither of you worried about the mark or bruise it might leave. She could cover it up, just like you did the scratch marks she left down your back or the hickeys you left on each other. Worries you didn’t worry about in the heat of the moment.

A rather loud moan leaves her, even muffled by the pillow it made you look back at the door as she started to reach her orgasm as you pound into her.

You thrust into her a few more times before she’s lets out a loud, high pitched moan that had you pushing her head further into the pillow in worries her roommate, or worse her sister hear as you continue to move inside of her, squeezing your eyes shut tight when your spill out inside her, or rather the condom.

You both take a moment to breath once you release your hold on her head. Trying to calm down and come down from your highs as you fall limp against her, cock still buried deep inside of her making you feel every time she squeeze around you when her body would twitch.

Then you hear. The footsteps that were coming from the left, where Sam’s room was and your eyes widen.

Tara hears it to and shoved you down onto the bed before pulling the blankets over your hurriedly.

You feel your heartbeat quicken in your chest, a warm feeling settling inside of you when Tara pulls you closer and forces your face to squish against her boobs, trying to get as close as possible to seem as small as possible as she pulls the covers over your head.

You feel her heartbeat quicken against your cheek as the door opens and you both lay perfectly still.

The hall light lit up the room as Tara’s head stays from under the blanket with her eyes closed, acting as if she were sleeping and not calming down from getting her brains fucked out.

You hear Sam stand there for a moment, as if she’s observing or searching for something and you can’t help but hold your breath in anticipation.

We’re you about to get caught for fucking your best friend? Just like the group had speculated the entire time? That would be a horror, being teased for the rest of your life by Mindy would be your end.

But then the door clicks shut and you let out the breath you were holding as you feel Tara visibly relax as she leans even closer to you, if even possible.

“She’s not going to come, huh?” You tease quietly, voice muffled by her boobs before feeling her pinch your arm.

“Shut up.” She whispers and you can’t help but chuckle, holding back your laugh as she shifts slightly to get comfortable. Wrapping her arms around your shoulders to pull your face further into her chest, you feel your body relax as you reach around her to wrap you own arms around her, breathing in her scent and closing your eyes.

This was your Oasis that was worth the long and hard walk for sure.

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vioartemis · 11 months

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All I ever wanted

(g!p Sam Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Sam and you had gotten into an argument, you decide to be petty and go to a party you know she told you not to go to... Warnings: (+18), smut, g!p Sam, unprotected sex, (let me know if I forgot something) Request is here :)) a/n: I uh never wrote g!p before so it might be really bad 💀 (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

A few hours ago, your girlfriend and you had a fight about one of her colleagues. Maybe you were a little jealous of Sam's coworker, and of the attention your girlfriend had been giving her lately.

You were more than a little jealous, actually. You couldn't help it.

Even though Sam had told you she didn't give a damn about the girl, your insecurities couldn't stop telling you that maybe the girl likes your girlfriend in more than a just-coworkers way. I mean who wouldn't?

You had spent the last hours on the couch while Sam went to see her therapist. You were upset, even if it wasn't totally her fault. But still. She was giving this random girl more attention than she was giving you.

And that pissed you off.

"Hey, where are you going?" you ask Tara, seeing her exiting her room in a pirate costume

"I uh... I'm going to a party"

"What party? The OKB party Sam forbid us to go to?"

Tara rolled her eyes.

"Don't start to act like her Y/n, please. I'm an adult, I can-"

"I wasn't going to prevent you from going. Actually..." you stand up and stretch "Do you mind waiting for me so I can put on a costume?"

She looked at you with wide eyes. Until then, you were always on Sam's side.

"Uh, sure..."

She's still a little shocked by your behavior when you come back five minutes later, dressed in a homemade cowgirl costume; white shirt, opened to reveal your black bra, and denim shorts that covered only what had to be covered.

"You're going to the party... like that? Don't you think it's a little... you know..."

That's the moment Quinn chose to enter the living room. She whistled at the sight of you.

"I didn't think you were the kind of person to wear that, Y/n..." the redhead said "Were are you going?"

"OKB party" you replied, buttoning your shirt up

"The one Sam told you not to go to?"

"Yeah"

"She's gonna be sooo mad..."

You didn't reply, tying your vest around your waist to cover you bottom half while you're not at the party.

"See you later Quinn" you simply said, putting your hat on your head before grabbing your keys and opening the door.

The party was great, everyone was having fun. You had left you vest to Anika and Mindy, who were sitting on a couch, and went dancing with Tara.

After a while you excused yourself and went in the kitchen to grab something to drink.

"Hey there beautiful" a voice said behind you, as a hand was placed on your shoulder

You turned around, and faced the guy, raising an eyebrow as you tried to figure out whether you knew him or not.

"What a pretty girl like you is doing here all alone, hm?"

"Just looking for something to drink" you said

"Here. I'm Frankie by the way"

The guy handed you a half full bottle, which you grabbed and poured yourself a glass.

"Thanks, Frankie"

You handed him the bottle and left the kitchen as soon as he grabbed it.

"Wait!" he said, making you roll your eyes "Why don't we stay together a little, hm? We could have fun..."

"I'm gonna have to pass"

"C'mon, don't be such a prude...!" he mumbled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him

"I'm not being a prude, I'm not interested. I have a girlfriend and love her very much. Let go of me now."

"I'm not implying any love, just a kiss. C'mon..."

He tried to kiss you, but a sudden punch in the face made him stumble away. Too busy trying to get rid of him, you hadn't noticed Sam.

She was mad. At you probably, but mostly at Frankie for now. He seemed to have had enough with that punch, and almost ran away with a bloody nose.

"What were you thinking?" Sam asked, turning to you "I told you not go to that party! It was not for you to go dressed like... that!"

"I don't need your permission, Sam! I'm not a child, I do what I want."

She didn't answer and just threw her sweater to you.

"Cover yourself up, we'll talk about that when we get home."

You were only now noticing the crowd that formed around you. The amount of pair of eyes looking at you made you a little self-conscious, and you quickly put Sam's sweater on. It was way too big for you.

As soon as you have her sweater on, you girlfriend grabbed your wrist and pulled out with her, outside of the house, where Tara and the others were already waiting.

"Sam-" Tara started

"We're going to talk about that at home." her sister answered, walking past her, still dragging you behind her

The rest of the group was forced to follow without questions, not wanting to get yelled at. But not you. You were in a kinda petty move tonight it appeared.

You had walked a few meters when you released your wrist from her grip. Immediately, she turned to face you.

"Stop trying to control us, Sam. You have to let us live our lives!" you said

"I'm not trying to control you, I just want to protect you, Y/n"

"Protect me from what? Sam, you can't live in the past like that, you need to move on!"

There's a silence between the two of you, soon broken by some random girl.

"Hey!" she said to Sam

Your girlfriend turned around, only for the girl to throw her soda on her.

"Murderer!" the girl continued

Chad and Tara pulled her back before she could push the girl away, but no one tried to hold you back. You took the opportunity to grab the girl's collar and punched her in the face.

You raised your arm to strike again, but you felt an arm wrapping around your waist, holding you back. Sam. You tried to break free, but she was too strong. The only thing you could do was glare at the other girl, who was running away.

Sam released you after the girl was out of sight, and took a look at your hand, worried you might have hurt yourself.

"... Thank you for defending me..." she said, her eyes not leaving your bruised hand "I thought..."

You shake your head, squeezing her hand gently.

"Just because we had a fight doesn't mean I'm gonna let anyone talk to you like that..."

Sam looked up, her dark eyes meeting yours.

"I'm... I'm sorry for this morning... I shouldn't have said all that..." you apologized "It's just..." you sighed "I was scared... I am scared you will lose interest and find someone better than me..."

Her expression softened at your words. She let go of your hand and cupped your cheeks, tilting your head up and pressing her lips on yours in a tender kiss.

"I will not lose interest in you, Y/n. You're all I ever wanted. I don't want anyone else"

You gave her a little smile before wrapping your arms around her and hugged her tight, whispering a 'thank you'. She hugged you back happily, caressing your hair.

"Let's go home, hm?"

You nodded, making the hug last a bit longer before letting go of her. She took your hand, giving you a warm smile, and you started to make your way home.

Once you reached the apartment, Sam and you went to your shared bedroom. As soon as you got in, she pressed another soft kiss on your lips.

"You know... I found it kinda hot when you punched that girl" she chuckled

"Well, if I'm being completely honest with you... I found it kinda hot too when you punched that guy" you replied with a smile

"You know what else I found hot tonight?" Sam asked, taking off 'your' hoodie "You in that costume"

She looked you up and down, biting her bottom lip as her eyes stopped on your bra, before going back up to your lips, against which she pressed her own in a passionate kiss.

Her hands are in your short's back pockets, grabbing your ass and pulling you close as her lips dip down to suck marks on your neck.

Your fingers were soon tangled in her soft hair, your other hand gripping her arm slightly.

"Sam…" you let out in a breath

"Hm?" she hummed against your skin, her lips now on your collarbone.

"Tara’s here, she might hear us…"

"We’ll have to keep quiet them, hm?"

Her lips came back to yours as her hands left your back pockets to take off your shirt, and the rest of your clothes.

You helped her getting rip off her clothes as well, and can’t help the wave of arousal that flooded through you at the sight of her semi hard cock, precum already forming at her tip.

"See what you do to me?" Sam said with a smirk, her hand trailing down to your pussy "My, my… seems like you’re ready for me already" her smirk grew wider "Now be a good girl and get on your hands and knees for me"

You complied, getting on all fours on the bed, exposing your already wet cunt to her. She positioned herself behind you, hands on your ass, caressing it gently as she looked at your center.

"Why are you only obedient when I'm about to fuck you, hm?"

"What...?"

"I told you not to go to this party, didn't I? And what did you do?"

Not so happy with your lack of answer, her fingers wrapped around your throat and she pulled you flush against her.

"What did you do?"

"I went to the party..." you said in a breath, trying to concentrate on something else than her front pressed against your back.

You could feel every curve of hers, from her hard nipples to her thick cock, passing by her well defined abs.

"That's right" she released your throat, causing you to fall back down on the bed "I think a punishment is needed. But as you already apologized... 6 should be enough to remind you not to disobey me"

A gasp left your throat as her hand landed on your right ass cheek. She leaned in, whispering right next to your ear.

"Remember, you have to keep quiet, or Tara might hear us..."

Not wanting to get caught in that position, you buried your face in the pillow just as Sam gave your ass another slap, harder than before. She waited a few second for the pain to disappear a bit and gave your ass a hard slap you were sure would leave a mark.

After she did the same on the other side, she rubbed your reddened skin softly to soothe the pain, planting a gentle kiss on the back of your neck.

"You did good, princess. Here comes your reward for being such a good girl..." she said gently, slipping her middle and ring fingers in your dripping cunt, eliciting a moan from you

She pumped her fingers in and out a few times before pulling them out and shoving them in her mouth. She loved the taste of you, always so sweet.

She positioned herself behind you again, lining herself up with you, before thrusting in slowly.

She started moving her hips slowly, almost teasingly. You tried to fuck her back, but she held you in place, gripping your hips tightly.

The slaps had gotten you so horny, you felt like you were already about to cum

She picked up her pace, bringing you closer to your release, and she could tel you were close, by the way your pussy tightened around her cock, and by how the pillow was having a hard time muffling the loud moans that escaped your throat.

But just as you were about to cum, she pulled out, causing you to let out a whine. She then flipped you over, so you were resting on your back.

"Why'd you stop...?"

"I want to see your pretty face when I make you cum"

Saying that, she thrusted back into you and began to move her hips at a steady pace, fucking you so good it didn't take more than a minute for you to release all over her cock with a loud moan, too lost in the pleasure to care about Tara hearing you anymore.

If you weren't so overwhelmed, you would have seen Sam biting her lip at the sight of you coming undone under her, and you would have felt her cock throbbing inside you as she fucked you through your orgasm.

As she continued to pound into you, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around your erect nipple, sucking on it, before flickering it with tongue. She had a wide grin on her face.

She leaned back again.

At this moment, all of her senses were occupied by you.

The sight of you, under her, skin glistening with sweat, back arched, head thrown back; the moans that slipped out of your mouth, the way you moaned her name, begging her to go faster, the sound of skin slapping; the smell of you all over her, everywhere in the room; the taste of you, still on her tongue from earlier; the way you felt around her, so tight, so warm, taking her in perfectly, almost as if you were meant to haver inside of you.

All of this drove her crazy. She wanted to make you feel so good the only thing you would remember would be her name. She wanted to make you hers. Because you were. hers. Hers to love, hers to kiss, hers to fuck. You were her soulmate; she was sure of that.

It's with that thought in mind that she came deep inside of you, filling you up with her warm seed. The feeling made you cum again, eyes rolling to the back of your head, moaning her name repeatedly like a mantra.

She pulled out after a few more lazy thrusts, watching as her cum drip from your hole onto the sheets with a wide grin. She laid beside you on the bed, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you close, and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Is everything okay? Was I too harsh with the slaps...?"

"Not at all! It was perfect, Sam, really" you replied reassuringly, tilting your head up to kiss her on the lips "You're perfect. You're all I ever wanted, but better. Sometimes I feel like we're meant to be..." you confessed

"Really? I feel that too. Maybe... maybe we're soulmates"

"I didn't think you believed in soulmates...! But I'm glad you do. I hope we are. I hope we're soulmates. I-"

"You got cut off by Tara and Quinn's voices in the hall.

"And they say I'm loud..."

"Do you know how much it would cost to have the walls insulated?"

Sam chuckled as she heard the conversation, and you both blushed in embarrassment.

"I told you to keep quiet, baby..."

You rolled your eyes with a smile, and playfully smacked her arm.

You wished to have the chance to live more moments like this with her, laughing, smiling, crying even, as long as you were together.

#scream #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter smut #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x fem reader #scream vi

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huggybearluvr · 3 months

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QUINN HUGHES SMUT. Reader isn’t satisfied bc they’re used to rougher sex and when it’s finally brought up to quinn he goes to a completely different place than you two have EVER been😍😍

safe word | qh43

summary: After Quinn realizes something is up with you, you finally break expressing how sex with him is amazing but you crave a different side of him. One that you didn't know.

warnings: dom/sub dynamic, rough sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v (unprotected), use of pet names, rough sexy quinner!

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You laid beside Quinn in your bed tossing and turning. After turning onto your back you let out a sigh.

Quinn was great in bed, amazing even, however he was a little to vanilla... or so you thought.

After you let out another sigh, growing more frustrated as you maneuvered your body to lay onto your side. Quinn woke up, turning to lay against you back his arm wrapping around your waist.

"Baby, whats wrong?" He asked gently rubbing along your hip.

"Nothing." You said sounding a little annoyed unintentionally.

"Did I do something?" He asked now more alert at your change in attitude.

"No, thats the problem," You said rolling over to face him," Don't take this the wrong way, it's just that I need more."

"What do you mean?" He asked now worrying that he wasn't enough for you.

"I need you to be rough with me," You trailed off.

He smiled letting out a laugh," Baby, all you had to do was ask," He said smiling as his hand now gripped your waist harsher," Should we handle this now?" He asked leaning over to kiss your neck.

"Please," You begged out rolling your head to the side, You could feel Quinn smile against your neck before tugging your panties down, He pushed himself to sit onto his knees.

He slid his boxers off, releasing his hard cock from the harsh confines of his boxers.

"Open that pretty mouth," He said grabbing your chin, you complied, as he slowly pumped his cock in his hand, slapping his cock against you face, "Come on baby, go head."

You leaned forward taking the tip in your mouth sucking gently as your tongue ran along his slit before circling his tip.

"Good, fucking girl," He smirked down at you sliding the length of his cock into your mouth hitting the back of your throat.

He then reached down as his hips bucked against your face, his hand trailing through your folds rubbing at your clit, his other hand grabbing at your tits.

"Mhmm, so wet for me baby, want me to use you?" He asked as his fingers slipped inside your pussy hooking against your g-spot.

He slowly began pumping his arm fingering you at a steady rhythm. You could feel yours legs shaking as spit dripped out of the sides of your mouth.

You moaned against his cock as you began dripping around his fingers. Your legs shaking even harder. He pulled his hips backs, grabbing your face with one hand bringing his fingers up to your moth, "Come on baby, clean my fingers up." He smirked looking down at you as his fingers slipped into your mouth.

Your tongue circled his fingers as you sucked your cum off his fingers, "Such a good girl for me," He smirked looking at you sucking at his fingers.

He removed his hand from your mouth. "Get on your knees, ass up." He said harshly. You flipped over, pressing your ass to his groin.

His hands grabbed your hips, one smacking your ass as he let out a groan.

He took his cock slamming it into you with no warning, aas his hand snaked down grabbing your neck, "This what you wanted baby?" He asked.

When you didn't respond he smacked your ass,"Answer me," He spoke as he pulled his hips back plunging himself deeper inside you.

"Yes, god, Yes!" You moaned out at the feeling of him inside you, He pulled you back by your hair, you back arching against his chest.

"Safe Word."

"Hmm?" You asked.

"What's your safe word?" He asked again harsher.

"uhm pineapple?" You asked not able to think in the the moment.

"Good girl." He kissed your neck before pushing you back down, pushing your head into the bed.

He continued pumping himself inside you as your eyes began to shake, your legs dropping to the bed.

His hand reached under you rubbing your clit working through your orgasm, even after you had cum around his cock, clenching at his movements, he continued his rough pace.

You began to get overstimulated the line between pleasure and pain beginning to blur.

As you laid flat moans mixed with sobs, Quinn continued his relentless pounding.

"Quinn it's to much!," You moaned out, "Can't take anymore."

"That doesn't sound like a safe word baby," He cooed out, as he continued his movement inside you.

You continued you strings of moaning as Quinn slowed his movements, pulled his cock back so just the tip was left in your entrance. He swiftly pumped his cock, as his cum leaked inside you.

He fully pulled back now watching as his cum leaked from your pussy.

"Good, fucking, girl," He trailed out groping your ass with his harsh calloused hands.

He lair beside you pulling you into his chest, "That what you needed, baby?"

"Mhmm," You said as your brain was still melted from his relentless attack on your pussy.

"Thats my girl," He smirked as his hand rubbed your waist, "Get some sleep baby."

"mhmm," You said as your eyes slowly began fluttering shut.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes blurb #dad quinn hughes #dad!quinn hughes #vancouver canucks #canucks fic #hughes brothers #quinn hughes smut

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sunkissed-zegras · 2 months

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"don't cover your mouth, I want to hear you" and "you take me so well" (essentially a lotta praise) with quinn pleasee 🍯

𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 | qh⁴³

♡ ─ word count | 329

♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut! read at ur own discretion. p in v, lots of praise, kind of rough?? beware of sexy ass quinn too, u might get a heart attack

♡ ─ ev's notes | quinn is so fucking hot i actually cant

Quinn's cock was hitting your g-spot repeatedly, your head in the clouds. The whole room felt like it was spinning as Quinn fucked you roughly into the mattress, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust of his hips.

You could barely think straight anymore, you were reaching your limit. Your make-up was smudged all over your eyes as you cried out in pleasure as Quinn held you down on the bed, making sure you don't try to squirm away. Your hand subsciously went up to cover your mouth, trying to quiet down.

Quinn's hand immediately grabbed your wrist, pulling it away and pinning it to the bed. "Don't cover your mouth, let me hear you, sweetheart."

"Quinn, please." You whimpered as you looked up at the brunette, his hair sticking to forehead as he fucked into you. He grabbed and squeezed your face, forcing you to look up as his thrusts got somehow faster.

"I know, baby." He grunted out as his head fell back. "You take me so fucking well, shit."

"I'm so close," you choked out as you felt tears bulid in your eyes, the pleasure too overwhelming as the knot in your tummy grew tighter.

Quinn let go of your face and one hand pinning your hips down on the bed as the other held on to the headboard for leverage, fucking you senseless. You felt your legs give out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, sobbing in pure pleasure.

The knot in your stomach snapped quickly, your body becoming limp and weak as you cried out his name. Quinn leaned in to press his forehead against yours as he kept his pace, chasing his own pace. He came soon after you, falling on top of you in exhaustion.

"Fuck, that was amazing. I love you." Quinn sighed into your neck as you caught your breath, trying to regain your composure.

"Love you too," was all could say, your chest heaving.

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Ethan landry x bimbo reader where theyre having sex amd get caught by everyone 🤭

caught .

movie : scream 6 character : ethan landry (booka 🫦) pairing : !sub ethan x !fem-bimbo reader summary : you and ethan get caught in the act ! contains : smut (minors dni), handjob (m recieving), riding, unprotected P IN D (wrap it up before you tap it up), getting caught, not proofread, cliffhanger (sorta), ruined orgasm. a/n : this is my first time posting smut so bear with me here.. and sorry for not responding to this earlier 😭😭.

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Ethan lets out a gargled sob as your hand glides over his swollen cock. He's been wanting you all day and he was so hard it was practically painful to wait any longer. "Already leaking for me?" You asked teasingly, your thumb going over his pretty, pink tip and swiping off the leaking pre-cum. You raise your thumb to your lips and lick the liquid off, humming in delight because of the sweet taste. "P-please, fuck me baby." He pleaded, his doe eyes glaring down at you as you played and teased his aching length. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, determining if you wanted to reward him. "You've been nothing but good, so I guess." You hummed, kissing his nose before straddling his thighs. "Are you ready, pup?" He nodded furiously, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he watched you discard of your drenched thong. You move forward a bit and raise your hips above his dick, your cunt slowly sinking down onto him. You both let out a deep moan in sync, Ethan's eyes fluttering closed. You moved up and down on his length, your tight cunt squeezing him as you rolled your hips. "Fuck, Eth.." You moaned, shutting your eyes as well. If you two weren't so soaked up in pleasure, maybe you would've heard your friends' footsteps coming towards the bedroom door. You felt his cock twitch inside you, alerting your own orgasm to creep up on you. "G-gonna cum! Fuck, s-so good..!" Ethan announced. Before either of you got the pleasure of finishing, someone opened the door. "Oh shit!" Chad shouted, a grin spreading on his face as he chuckled at the sight. You quickly opened your eyes and scrambled off of Ethan. Ethan opened his eyes afterwards and covered yourselves with the blanket in a panic. "Wow, dude. You got some action!" Chad joked, alerting the others to peek through the corner as well. Quinn, Sam, and Tara were all laughing as Mindy and Anika covered their eyes. "You guys are so nosy! Get out!" You shouted sheepishly, your hands raising to cover your face so they only saw your pink nails. Ethan blushed harshly and also covered his face, but with a blanket. Chad let out one last laugh before shutting the door and running away. "Fuck." Ethan muttered, looking down at his still hardened cock. You smirk and go under the blanket, your hands grabbing his wet dick yet again. "Let me help you finish, pup." You said before stroking your hands up and down

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jedi-luca · 2 years

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Avenger Lane chapter One

Parings: Quinn Fabray x G!P Reader / eventual Natasha x G!P Reader

A/N: This originally was a one shot then I just kept writing. I overthink everything I write. I’m even overthinking the summary right about now. I may still post the original idea I had separately. I feel like this chapter needs so much more rewrites, but I feel bad for not posting on Friday like I had planned. I may end up taking it down and rewriting it, but let me know what you think. Chapter is named after the song Fresh Feeling by Eels 😅

Avenger Lane

Chapter One: Fresh Feeling

“No baby that box stays in the garage!”

Natasha watched the blonde shout from the truck.

“Why didn’t we hire movers again?” You gruffed setting the box in the garage.

“Because we are more than able to do this ourselves.” Quinn arched her perfectly sculpted brow.

Natasha watched you and your wife moving into your new home. She found it odd that you hadn’t really spoken. It had been your wife barking orders or nagging you every other minute. She took note of your biceps as you used a dolly to take a refrigerator inside.

“Hmhmhm.” Natasha hummed, smirking. You looked like a bronzed God lifting heavy things with your muscles. Her husband Bruce didn’t have a muscular bone in his body.

She remembers their move into her home. He hired movers for her and spent the day he should have been helping her in his lab. He was a very smart borderline genius, but he constantly spent his time in a lab.

She longed to know how you spent your days. The timer of her ovan dinged, bringing her out of her thoughts of you. She took out the now baked cookies letting them set as she looks for her favorite glass container. She grabbed the pitcher of lemonade and set it on the counter before placing each cookie in the container.

She made her way outside walking the short distance to your new home. She smiled at the dog that lifted his head from his spot on the porch.

“Oh hello.” You grin jumping out of the box truck as your dog trotted over.

“Hi neighbor, I’m Natasha. I live right next door.” Natasha smiled, eyeing your body but you’re too busy staring at the cookies in her hand to notice. You look from the cookies and lemonade to her eyes. You tilt your head trying to remember why her hair looks so familiar. “Oh, you’re the one with the motorcycle!” You exclaimed remembering her fiery red hair coming out of her helmet before she shot down the block back when you had first looked at the house.

“I am.” Natasha smirks.

“I would say let's ride one day, but my wife sold my bike.” You raised your brow at the blonde woman stepping out of the house.

“Not the bike thing again.” Your wife sighs hearing you talk about the bike incident.

“Yes, the bike thing again.” You jokingly glared. “Quinn, this is Natasha, she's our neighbor. Natasha, this is my wife Quinn.”

“Hello, nice to meet you.” Quinn gave a tight smile shaking the neighbors hand. She really didn’t feel like dealing with neighbors just yet. She still had so much to do today. Not to mention she now has to deal with your passive aggressive notations of the motorcycle she sold.

She’s also not fully liking the redhead looking at you like she could devour you. You were Quinn’s wife and she absolutely hated when other women looked at you. There were times you swore she only married you so she could have that silent claim on you with a ring on your finger. Surely no one would make advances on a married woman. Right?

“Are those for us?” You gesture pointing down at the tray in the redhead’s hands.

“Y/N.” Quinn rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry she has manners I swear! Just not when it comes to cookies.” She huffed at how you and Your dog were just looking at the tray in her hands. “You’re as bad as Ollie Y/N/N.”

“It’s okay, really.” Natasha laughed as you huffed.

“Come on, I'll take that and we can have a chat for a bit.” You take the tray when Quinn pulls your arm a bit. Speaking low in your ear as Natasha finally gives Ollie pets that he had been patiently waiting for.

“Y/N we still have a lot to do.” Quinn warned as you watched Natasha interact with your pup.

“Quinn, it’s like 15 minutes you can rest for 15 minutes. Now stop being rude and go grab three glasses they’re in the cabinet. I just put them in there.” You inwardly huff at your wife’s rudeness in front of your new neighbor.

“I’m sorry, I can just leave this here-“ Natasha stood gesturing to the tray on the box truck.

“Oh don’t you dare apologize. I apologize; she’s just being a brat and a half. She’ll get over it.” you shrugged, grinning, taking the tray. “Now please let’s sit on the new front porch furniture that we’ll probably only ever use once.”

Natasha laughed following you towards the front porch. You set the tray down on the side table just as Quinn walks out bringing the 3 glasses.

“So Natasha, how long have you lived here?” Quinn asks, filling each glass.

“A few years now.” She nods. “It’s honestly the perfect place to live. Everything you need is just a 5 minute drive away. I’m not sure if you’ve met the other neighbors yet, but they’re all just the best.”

“Oh great! I was worried about nightmare neighbors.” You chuckled.

“Yeah it’s okay to say you’re safe here on Avenger Lane. Wanda, your other ginger neighbor is one of my best friends! She also just so happens to be the best cook on the block. She and her husband Vis moved here before I got here. They have two sweet boys. I’m sure Wanda, just like everyone else, will drop by later to welcome you both to the block.”

“So uh is your husband at home with the kids?”

“Smooth.” Quinn mumbled to you. Subtly wondering if this gorgeous redhead may be on your team.

“My husband Bruce and I do not have kids, but I hear the schools here are great. Do you two have kids?”

“We have two daughters.” Quinn gushed with a proud smile.

“They’re both with their aunt right now.” You explain.

“Aww what are their names?”

“Beth and Finley.” You and Quinn say taking each other’s hand. Those little girls meant the world to both of you.

“Oh that’s sweet, are they twins or?”

“No, Beth is 11 and Finley is two.” You cleared your throat.

“Oh wow that’s a pretty big age gap.” Natasha smiled not mentioning how you knocked your wife up at 16.

“Yeah after we finally got married we were ready for another.” Quinn smiled, squeezing your hand.

Just then a car came up parking behind Quinn’s car.

“Sup bitches we’re here! Again I’m not lifting anything heavy!” Your friend and Quinn’s right hand woman Santana pulled in with her wife Brittany.

The Latina and her blonde wife strolled up, eyeing the redhead.

“They say gingers have no soul, but I’d let you suck the life out of me.” The blonde stared.

“Jesus Brittany.” You coughed up some lemonade.

“Natasha.” The redhead laughed, shaking her hand.

“Excuse my wife, she has no filter.” Santana smiled nodding.

“I only speak the truth.” Brittany shrugged nonchalantly.

“Please don’t hit on our new neighbor.” You chuckled.

“Ooh cookies!” Brittany gasped, grabbing one for her and Santana.

“Good God these are better than Berry’s cookies!” Santana gasped.

“For the love of everything that is holy do not tell her that.” You say quickly. “Where’s thumbelina 1 and 2?” You asked.

“You know how Blaine drives, you'll be lucky to have him here by the end of the day.” Santana scoffed.

“Y/N just emptied out the truck so we need to make another run to our old house. We’ve already gotten the big stuff.” Quinn explained.

“You mean I got the big stuff with help from Thor.” You arched your brow.

“Oh great you met Thor?!” Natasha beams.

“Yeah he was jogging and saw me struggling. He helped me with the washer dryer hook up! Even gave me a free gym membership.”

“Oh I’m glad he was there. Thor is a giant teddy bear.”

“Baby.”

“Hm?” You turned from the redhead to your wife.

“San, Britt, and I are going to get another load.” Quinn said, grabbing the keys. “I’ll call Kurt and tell him to meet me at the house. He's a clean freak, he can clean it.”

You show her the container of cookies that she still has yet to grab. You know for a fact she loves cookies. She gobbled up Rachel’s cookies every time.

“Carbs babe.” She cringed, shaking her head pecking your lips before walking off. You scoffed furrowing your brow. “I guess Rachel’s cookies are carbless?”

“They’re vegan!” She shouted back.

“Hm sure.” You rolled your eyes snapping the top of the container back down.

“Yeah you better watch out Y/N you’ll get flabby!” Santana cackled getting in the truck.

“First of all, I keep it tight bitch!” You shouted lifting your shirt to flex your abs and arm muscles.

The girls cackled whistling in the truck before driving away.

“You definitely keep it tight.” Natasha blushed.

“Hell yeah I do!” You nodded cockily as your other neighbor pulled into her driveway. The redhead waved at the people in the van with a chuckle.

“Hey Nat! I see you met the new neighbor!” The woman walked up to her as the boys played with lightsabers on her lawn. “Hi I’m Wanda!”

“Y/N.” You grin while shaking her hand.

“Boys come introduce yourselves!” She shouts. The two boys ran up gasping when they noticed Ollie. Boys this is- I’m so sorry what’s your last name?”

Natasha bit her lip. She knew Wanda just wanted your last name so they could look you up later.

“It’s Y/L/N.” You smile.

“Boys this is Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Oof sounds like I’m my mother.” You mumbled.

“Hi Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m Billy.”

“And I’m Tommy, can we pet your dog?”

“Heck yeah fellas; this is Ollie.” You say, shaking their tiny hands. They smiled giggling as Ollie licked them.

“Well welcome to our little suburbia.” Wanda smiled, patting your arm softly. “Nat beat me to the cookies so I’ll have to think of something else to bring.”

“Oh you don’t have to do that.” You shake your head.

“You’re getting some kind of plate from me like it or not.” She laughed smacking your arm.

“Well thank you I’ll eat whatever you make me.” You snickered. “As you can tell from Natasha’s container I have eaten half of the batch already. I’ve definitely got a sweet tooth. My daughters are going to be upset if I don’t save them some.”

“Oh my God you have girls?! What are their names? How old are they?” Wanda asked excitedly, slightly jumping up and down.

“Beth, our oldest is 11 and Finley is 2.”

“Oh wow! She’s around the boy’s age! Finley sounds around Nathaniel's age.”

“I’m pretty sure she is.” Natasha chimed in.

“Was that your wife I just passed in that moving truck?” Wanda gestured behind her.

“Yup that’s my lady; Quinn.” You gave a lopsided grin. “Speaking of my wife, I should probably get back at it. If I’m not done by the time she gets back I won’t be sleeping in our bed tonight.” You joked.

“You want some help?” Natasha smirked.

“We can help as well.” Wanda smiled sweetly.

“Nah, I’m good, I have Ollie to help me. Right Ols?”

Your dog looked up unphased before sighing and walking inside making the women and kids laugh.

“That’s the attitude, Ollie.” You chuckled.

“Alright boys, let's head back inside and you can help me make our new neighbors something!” Wanda beamed.

“Mom, can we make Ollie treats?” Billy asked; Tommy nodding by his side.

“We’ll make Ollie something special then huh?” She smiled winking. The boys cheered before running inside using a code to enter the house.

“I really don’t mind helping out. I have nothing to do today actually.” Natasha explained.

Your phone began ringing.

“Will you excuse me for a sec?” You ask; seeing your daughter FaceTiming you.

“Of course.” she nodded, waving you off.

“Hey princess, what's going on?” You smiled seeing Beth hanging upside down on her grandmother’s sofa.

“Dad, I'm bored!” She whined. “Can I please come- whose that?”

You inwardly laughed Beth was exactly like her mother.

“Where’s mom?” She asked warily.

“This is our new neighbor Natasha. She made us cookies.”

Your daughter made a long drawn out whine. “I want cookies too. Can I please come and help?”

“Princess, I told you, you’re mom and I are very busy moving and getting everything ready for you and your sister. I need you to help your aunt with Finley.”

“But Fin is just watching cartoons and drawing.”

“Good.” You grinned.

“Daaaaaad!” She whined again.

“Your aunt is bringing you two tomorrow afternoon.”

“But I’m bored now!”

“Okay… How about you write us a new story for your first night here?”

“Yeah I guess I could.” Beth smiled widely.

“Alright Princess, I'll talk to you later.”

“Okay I love you! Bye new neighbor!” She smiled and waved.

“Bye Beth I’ll make sure your dad saves you cookies.”

“Thank you Miss.” she smiled before ending the call.

You ended the call with a soft chuckle.

“How about I help you unpack and you put things where you want them? That way it’ll be done by the time Quinn comes back.”

“If you really wanna spend your time unpacking then fine.” You laughed.

“I’m not spending time unpacking, I'm spending time getting to know my new neighbor.” She winked.

Chapter 2

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #quinn fabray #natasha romanoff x y/n #quinn fabray x reader #Quinn fabray x y/n #Quinn fabray x you #Quinn Fabray x G!P Reader #Natasha Romanoff x G!P reader

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keeponquinning · 1 year

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You guys are horrible enablers. I love you for that. @quinnsmunson , @choke-me-eddie , @quinnypixie , @live-love-be-unique, @stardancerluv , @feralgeek99 , @harley1608 , @hiscrimsonangel , @etherealglimmer , @hellfiremunsonn

WARNINGS — 18+ for SMUT. P in V, oral ( m receiving ), neck biting, cursing, RPF in general ( don't like it, scroll by or block me i guess?? ), fingering, dirty talk??, slight breeding kink if you squint, but overall smutty and fluffy. no use y/n, baby is used a lot???

What was supposed to be a small little drabble turned into THIS. Hope you all enjoy this!

word count — 9.4k

graphic by @quinnsmunson !!

Joseph Quinn x female reader

"Why are you not acting normal? Just show it to me already, like, you said it was a good shoot, right?"

"Yes, that's not....." He let out a sigh, "Fuck. I dunno. I'm just....very oddly self conscious all of a sudden." Fiddling with his phone, fingers tapping against it and pacing around the room. "I... I think it's good? But, well, maybe just biased, I dunno. I'm just struck with this almost unnatural desire for you to like it and I'm worried you won't and....my ego will take a hit and...fuck, that's a lot of run on sentences, but.... Yeah, not sure I'd recover from it."

You arched a brow, taking in the words, and of the nervous energy just seeping out of him. "Recover from...me possibly not liking it?"

"Yeah. Insane, isn't it?"

"Well, I mean... Yeah," you responded with a soft smile. "Fucking ridiculous, actually. It's you. Of course I'm gonna like it. Now... Just give me your phone, let me see. Then you won't be nervous and you’ll be normal again."

Joe seemed to relax a bit at that, knowing you were right, he was being silly about the whole thing. Taking a deep breath and handing you his phone, watching as you took it and tapped to play the video. His nerves coming back, the music playing, the queer sound of his own voice introducing himself. It was odd, even now, licking his lips as he watched you, well, watching him.

There was a small smile on your face, seeing your boyfriend on screen, all dressed in purple, a favorite color of yours, the sound of his voice from his phone, the softness endearing, almost soothing. Your smile widened, the little drum solo with the flowers in his hands, not knowing if it was part of the script but it felt so very him. Your brows rose, the video progressing, destroying the bed, the pillows, the—oh god. Your brows are rising higher. Oh, g o d, his neck. You didn't look up at him, instead, played the video again. And again. And again. "Jesus," you let out, dropping the phone onto the bed, looking up at him, to the phone, to him again. ".....good god."

"What? What? What do you—oh god, do you not like it? Oh, don't tell me that, was it cringy? It was, wasn't it? Fucking hell..."

But you shook your head, "Nope, no, not, not cringy, not..." You took a deep breath, looking up at him, eyes raking over him, the video playing over in your head now. Your eyes falling on his neck. "...It's um... I need you to take off your pants."

He burst into a laugh, chocolate colored eyes widened, his face colored in amusement and confusion. "I'm sorry—what?"

"I..." you started, letting out a laugh. "I just... Um... I'm dating a fucking model." He laughed at that, with his whole body, which made you laugh in return. "No, I'm serious! Like... I mean...that video like..... Baby, you're a fucking model! I... That's... Oh my god, do you know how beautiful you are?"

"Oh fuck off—"

"No! No! You fuck off!" you retorted. "That... Dare to be chill, like, oh, fuck you! Fuck you with that! Telling people to chill and then looking like that?! Baby! My love! No one is gonna fucking chill after seeing you like that!"

You're both laughing now, the pair of you, that ball of nerves completely gone from his system, falling into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His heart feels light, everything does, really, when he's with you. An anchor from the madness around him, preventing him from drifting aimlessly. He held you close, and you wrapped your arms around him, legs entangling together as well. "Fuck, I love you," he muttered before kissing the side of your neck. "You promise you're not just saying that?"

"Oh my god, you models are so needy," you teased, moving on top, draping your body against his, gripping his shoulders as you smile down at him. "Always with the constant need of validation."

He hummed, brushing his fingers through your hair, moving it from your face, letting him see more of you. "You knew what you were getting into. Can't be easy having this pretty face. Gotta put the work in if you want bragging rights."

You chuckled, "Good thing I'm a hard working girl," you uttered before slowly bringing your lips to his in a kiss. Soft. Warm. Starting in gentle little pecks, lips brushing against each other before they pressed on each other more. His fingers tightened along your hair, a soft groan as lips parted and the warmth of your tongues met, a hunger between you both. Tasting one another greedily, humming softly. "I wasn't bullshitting you..." you uttered between kisses. "You looked so great, baby... Hot... Sexy... Beautiful. So god damn beautiful, drives me crazy..."

He groaned at that, one hand remaining in your hair while the other roamed down your back, gripping your bum and pressed the hard bulge of his cock against you, "The feeling's very fucking mutual, darling..."

"Fuck..." your voice a hushed whisper, feeling him, sending a shiver to run though you, an ache forming between your legs, growing wet and needy. "Not fair... The man telling people to chill is so quick to lose his..."

A soft huff of a laugh escaped him, smiling against your jaw. "Yeah, well... Rather difficult when you're calling me beautiful and such. Gets to a guy's head, makes it swell up."

"Yeah, I'm feeling that against my thigh really well..." You slid off him slightly however, taking a moment to take him in, the version of him in the video lingering in your head as your fingers trail down his body, his shirt riding up, showing off his stomach, the happy trail that certainly made you happy every time you saw it. But you brush past it, right to the bulge straining against his jeans. Your smile widened, trailing over it, hearing his quickened breath and the soft whine from his throat. If you weren't listening for it, you would have missed it, but you loved that little whine of his. Spreading your palm over it and give a gentle squeeze.

He tilted his head back against the pillow, the soft whine a little louder this time, the squeeze a shock to his system. A surge of pleasure running through him, making his cock twitch underneath your hand. "Jesus..." Your eyes weren't on his aroused bulge, however, but at his face—no, his neck. You raised your lips toward it, and he let out a satisfied sigh at the feel of you, of your mouth brushing against the skin. Your hand rubbing against him, slow and steady, you could feel how his breath quickened, from his chest as it rose and fell. Though you felt it with your lips at his neck, as he swallowed hard, a soft little groan as your hand continued rubbing against him.

"You know what I noticed while watching you?" you asked, looking up to meet his eyes, darkened, almost black, his jaw clenched, a brow raised. "Your neck..."

The smile on his face widened, as did his eyes, a laugh wanting to escape but, fuck, he didn't want to stop you. "My neck?" he simply asked, licking his lips at the thought of your mouth on his neck, the bites, the marks, made him feel hot inside. Cock twitch under your hand, his mind going hazy. "Really?"

You smiled, fingers playing with the button of his jeans, an expert in unbuttoning it with a flick of your fingers as you bent down to give a soft, fluttering kiss along the side of his neck. "You have....a really slutty yet beautiful neck, Joseph Quinn... For Dior..." Both snorting at your words, but it died quickly, with amorous intent, his neck and the things you wanted to do to it filling your mind. Letting your lips linger, your tongue gliding along the skin, hot breath escaping as you find his pulse. Feeling it quicken with your actions, his hand gripping the back of your neck. Fingers entangling themselves in your hair as you suck and bite against a particular spot that...as you pull down the zipper of his jeans, your hand sliding inside and you can feel him more better. He's hard, even through his boxers, he's hard, making you squeeze your thighs together. Still needy, still wet, but as your teeth sink into his flesh with a harder bite and he groans, you set that fact aside.

"Fucking Christ..." he muttered under his breath, the sting of your bite claiming his entire body. Shooting straight to his cock, throbbing against your moving hand. His body helpless but to move against your hand, heart beating fast, hissing at your teeth, catching the flesh of his neck, tugging it, making him growl. "Shit... Love..." His free hand goes to the curve of your bum, squeezing it tightly. You let out a soft sigh, making him shiver, your hot breath fanned against the slick flesh. You moved in, though, sucking where you bit him and your hand on his cock stilled. That made him frustrated, moving, grinding against the stilled hand. A move of desperation, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Moving blindly as he closed his eyes, leaving no mercy on his neck, feeling himself start to sweat. "You're gonna....shit...you're gonna leave a mark, darling..."

"Mmm..." you hummed, the wet sounds of your mouth hitting the air, groaning softly as you sucked steadily, the feel of his pulse so defined, so clear and so quickened against your tongue. "Good," you muttered against him, teeth scraping against him, feeling him shudder. "Want everyone to see, baby..."

A soft huff escaped him, his fingers in your hair tightened as he pulled you from his neck. The sight of your lips slick with spit, swollen slightly, it thrilled him, leaning his head to press against yours, breathing deep. "...want everyone to see I'm yours?" You nodded, and he grinned, fingers scratching at your scalp. "...I am yours..." he uttered, and now it was his breath, hot with the light scent of the cigarette he had not too long ago, fanning against your lips. The desire to kiss him floods you instantly, his dark brown eyes on your lips, having the same desire rise up in him. His words soft, "I'm so fucking yours."

Your smile was warm, lips capturing his in a kiss, soft and sweet. A complete contradiction of what your body wanted. But it came out, as you felt Joseph kiss you back, deep and probing, his tongue, god, his tongue... His grip on your hair tightened, pain coming from the action but a moan escaped you, and he swallowed the sweet sound. "Let me..." you started, panting against his lips. "Let me prove it..." He seemed hesitant, though drawn to you, always so damn drawn to you. You smiled softly, giving a gentle kiss along his jaw. "Please, baby?"

The flash of his teeth was shown in his wide grin, letting his head fall back in defeat. "God, I hate how much I fucking love when you call me baby like that..." He chuckled, shaking his head, "It's so adorable. I can't say no." Though he should, he had a photoshoot in the morning, a smug little smile crossing his features. "You're going to give the makeup department hard work trying to cover your handiwork, love..."

"And you'll be grinning away, because secretly, you love it." You heard him hum as your lips went back to his neck, continuing their work. You could feel the slight vibrations as he moaned, a shiver running through you both. "You like how possessive I can be, don't you, baby? How much I want to show the world you're mine?" Your question punctuated with a bite — harsh and unforgiving, feeling him tense and shiver because of it.

"Fuck, yes... I do, I fucking love it..." He pulled on your hair tighter, a soft moan of your own fanning against his neck, he swallowed hard, felt the throb of his cock. "Do your fucking worst, please..."

There was no need to entice you more, your attention to his neck immediate. The feel of vibrations as his moans came one after another with each drag of your teeth against his skin made the wetness between your legs grow. You can't help it, the sound of him moaning was just so pretty, as well as the sound of his panting breath. The way his body tensed then shook, your tongue lapping against the feel of his pulse that steadily grew quicker, moving to bite his skin fully. Teeth catching a bit of skin, letting out a soft growl as you tugged and pulled, feeling his chest rise and fall as you did it. "Jesus fucking Christ..." his words, under his breath and slightly slurred. You weren't the only one getting drunk off this, truly getting intoxicated by each other.

Hands moved, away from your hair, your bum and toward his jeans. Pushing them down, groaning, letting out a soft whimper. You were making him needy and needed to feel you against his throbbing cock. "Love, please..." He pleaded, and you could feel him swallow, body tensing up, the tension of a rubber band about to snap. You hummed softly, sucking along his flesh. There was a flavor to him, something mixed with sweat, something you couldn't get enough of. He was right, you were going to give those poor girls more work while he sat in the makeup chair... But the thought gave you joy. "Baby... Baby, please..." came his needy whine, your saliva coating his neck at this point, kissing your way to his jaw, eyes meeting him as you smiled. Licking your palm, you made it nice and wet before going to his cock, this time not up for teasing him. The sound of his relieved sigh made you smile.

You love his cock, the way it throbs and pulse within your grasp. Making you squeeze your thighs for the littlest bit of relief. Your hand moving slowly from base to tip, his soft groans making your heart feel light, your eyes catching his neck, the faint markings making their presence known against his skin. You smirked at that, feeling powerful, especially as he started to buck his hips against your hand, essentially fucking himself against it. Your thumb brushing along his tip with a chuckle, moving to kiss his lips gently. "This what you needed, baby?"

"God, yes," he let out with a soft laugh, darkened brown eyes looking at you. A louder laugh coming out, the flash of his teeth in a grin. "Oh, you love making me so desperate for you, don't you?"

You couldn't deny it, not with your smile spreading wide as it did, your hand moving a bit firmer, letting out a soft hum. "It is one of my greatest joys, yeah," teasing him with a chuckle, which he returned with a smile. You took a moment, as this was quite the moment. Stroking his cock, feeling powerful as he looked at you with such darkened eyes... A breath released from you, capturing his lips with a kiss. Soft. Warm. You feel him kiss you back. Hungry. Hot. Wet as tongues meet and you tasted each other, feeling him groan, felt the vibrations of it cascade over you. Filling you with a shiver, shocks of arousal hitting you within your cunt, feeling your body start to heat up and a moan of your own pressed into his mouth. The kiss broke, and you were left with a panting breath and closed eyes, heads pressed together and you felt his hands in your hair. Opening your eyes, you swallowed hard, watching him look at you with that pure look of desire and lust. "You're beautiful, you know?"

He smiled lazily, a soft laugh falling from those smiling lips. "That's...very sweet. No, that's...the sweetest thing I've ever heard from someone stroking my cock so well."

"I'm serious," you say, chuckling, pecking at his lips. "You're really...fucking...beautiful... I'm sorry if I didn't say that before... I always thought so, you know, those big brown chocolate eyes and smile..." He chuckled, making you grin, not sure if he's convinced but it felt good to say. "I'm always floored by it... Seeing you in the Gris Dior video just sort of...put it out in full. Joseph... You honestly take my breath away... Every time..."

If he didn't believe you before, he certainly believed you now. His darkened eyes softened, cupping your face with his warm, rough, big hands, thumbs trailing your cheeks. You were making him feel sentimental, taking a deep breath and exhaling shakily. He felt a warmth that wasn't there before, his confidence in himself, while not dwindling before, certainly gained a bit of a boost. His smile widened, his heart beating against his chest a little stronger, shaking his head. "Then you know how I feel... Waking up and looking at you. I'm really fucking lucky. You mean so much and in...such a short fucking time... Thank you. Not... Not just for the words, though, those were fucking amazing," he chuckled as did you. "But for... For everything. Just...everything."

He kissed you then, and while the previous was filled with lust, and, okay, this kiss had a fair bit of that as well, there was something else. Adoration. Love. His teeth finding your lip and biting it, a soft groan pulled from you before you pulled away from his ivory grip and eyes went to his. "Lay down," you said, and his brows rose. As if in question, but also...knowing exactly what you were going to do. "I've never sucked off a model before... And while I've had your cock in my mouth plenty of times... Never as a model."

God, the excitement that filled him, his cock twitching already in your grasp. "...have I told you I love you?"

You gave him a smirk, kissing his lips with a moan. "You'll be telling me that a couple more times before I'm done with you." And he didn't doubt it, not one second as your kisses continued downward. You did away with his shirt, knowing it probably cost more than your wardrobe combined but tossing it to the ground anyway. Leaving his chest exposed, lips dragging across the flesh, when you got to his stomach, you couldn't help but bite him there. Earning a hiss and a groan from him, while you kissed, licked and tugged on the skin. You love his stomach, more than just for the happy trail, sometimes Joseph would be so self conscious about it, only alleviated by your love of it. Your tender care as you gave gentle nips, turning to less than gentle bites, kissing and squeezing with your hands. Hoping to mark him there as well. Every action he gave a soft little sound, whether an exhale or moan, you earned it, before lifting your eyes to his face looking at you, eyes dark, teeth biting his lip.

You know what he wants, because you want it, too.

With one last tug of his skin, you move lower down his body, between his legs, sitting up a moment to lift your shirt over your head, no bra underneath, causing his cock to twitch once again. His eyes on your breasts, licking his lips. You're beautiful to him, you said he was, but in his eyes... There was no one, not one thing, to match you. He had half a mind to ravage you then and there, but it was as if you could sense it and placed your hands at his hips, with that smile. That wicked smile that got him hard within seconds if you were out together. He gave a resigning smile, laying back, watching as you did away with his jeans, leaving him bare, his cock yours for the taking.

His cock always felt so perfect in your hand, though more than a handful, the girth of him always just a bit towards the intimidating side. Your thumb caressing the thick vein that ran along the underside of his cock, and he let out a soft groan, watching as you lowered your lips and ran your tongue from his base, slowly, teasingly towards the swollen head of his cock. "Fuck..." you heard him utter, meeting his eyes as you swirled along his tip, squeezing him gently at his base. There was that flavor to him, that was just so...him. Indescribable but utterly intoxicating. Addicting, as your tongue swiped across his tip, bringing out a shuddering breath from his lips. "Jesus... Love..."

But when you bring your lips to wrap around the tip of his cock, that's when he loses all comprehension. "Oh, God..." When all he can feel is how warm and wet your mouth is, claiming his cock, inch my inch. The vibrations of your moans, the feel of him in your mouth, on his tongue, a pleasant one. The mere thought of that blows his mind a bit. His hand reaching for the back of your head, fingers in your hair as he lets out a hiss, as you're sucking on the tip of him. You could taste the small traces of his pre-cum, spilling on your tongue, just a small taste, a small preview of what you wanted. He's holding onto you tight, his eyes heavily lidded, watching as you lower down, it always surprises him how much of his cock you can take into your sweet mouth... More than most had, more willing than his past girlfriends though they may as well not exist as he rolled his eyes back, feeling the tip of him hit the back of your throat like that. "Oh, that's good... Oh fuck that's good... Jesus."

Every word fills you with pride, making you want to do your best in pleasing him. It was more for you than him, you'll admit. He just... God, he felt so good, making you moan as you take him deep, tightening your mouth around him as you bob your head up and down, hitting the back of your throat. Each time testing your gag reflex, sometimes you do, causing your eyes to water and mouth water. Spit and drool dripping down his length, but the way he panted, muttering your name, it made you squeeze your thighs, slightly rubbing against the mattress. You were wet, heated, needing attention yourself but, again, his cock felt so good.

"God, you're driving me fuckin' insane, baby... Fuck..." He could let you suck his cock for hours, and truthfully, you would. It amazed him how much you loved doing it, then again, he'd do the same to your sweet cunt. "You're my perfect girl, aren't you?" he hissed, closing his eyes, "...god, my perfect, sweet girl... Taking me so... Jesus Christ, you feel so good..." You both feel how pleased his cock is, pulsing, twitching inside your mouth, taking him in and out, over and over until he can't help but start to buck his hips against you. His fingers in your hair pull, keeping you steady as he fucked your mouth like the crazed animal you made him into with your perfect mouth. Making you moan, eyes looking at his face, as he tilted his head back, wanton moans leaving his lips, freely, without abandon, filling your mouth deep. Lost in the way you made him feel.

He looked even more beautiful than before.

Joseph could have easily filled your mouth with a load of his cum, so easily shot down your throat and he knew you would have swallowed so eagerly... But with a growl, he pulled you from his cock, his breath panting, watching with darkened eyes as your lips were swollen and cheeks flushed, wet with tears and spit. "Come here..." he uttered, bringing you toward him, grasping and cupping your face as you two so eagerly kissed. Rolling his tongue into yours, tasting himself off you, both of you moaning, his hands moving down your body, grasping your breasts, pinching your tits a bit, earning a soft cry into his mouth. "You sound so perfect, every god damn sound..." he muttered against your lips, you both sharing a laugh. His hands moving to your hips, gripping them firmly before he rolls you to your back with a soft gasp. Pressing his lips further against your own, moaning into your mouth. Hot and heated, much like he was, you as well.

Your head was swimming, filled with lust with every wet, probing kiss, every roll and feel of his tongue. Every touch he gave onto your skin felt like fire, electricity shooting straight to your core, silently begging for his touch. And he does, because when you're with him like this, it's as if you two share the same mind, his lips kissing yours and his hands slid down your stomach, thick fingers at the waistband of your bottoms, putting to light that of the two, you still had far too many clothes on. A shared grin between you, as his eyes bore into you as he pulled shorts and panties off you, lifting your hips to help him. His eyes flickered from your face to between your legs as your bottoms were tossed away, discarded much like the rest of his clothes.

The smile on his lips smug as you spread your legs for him, and he let out a soft hiss as his hand slid up your thigh, to your slick, wet cunt. Taking in a deep breath, he shook his head in awe. "Fucking hell..." he breathed out, biting his lip as he looked to your face, no hint of a blush, or any sign of embarrassment, just an almost proud smile and that was enough to make him smile. "I've got such a filthy girl, don't I?" he muttered before capturing your lips in a kiss, "Such a pretty," he said between kisses, going to your neck with a groan. "Filthy fucking girl..." Biting into your neck, making you let out a soft cry, the roughness of his fingertips at your clit, rubbing softly.

"Oh, fuck," you let out, the touch of his fingers sending such pleasant waves through your body, not to mention the harsh bites to your neck. Letting out a soft laugh, "Is this payback?"

He smirked, teeth tugging, sucking against your skin. "Just wanna match... If you claim me, I claim you. Just how it works, love." Giving you no time to really accept it, though your smile clearly showed it, his teeth busied themselves, biting into the flesh of your neck. The warmth of his tongue making you pant and moan, your hands gripping his shoulders, his fingers on your clit driving you insane. Normally he would have buried his head between your legs, licked you until you came on his tongue, tasting you for hours... But something about this time made him impatient, and he sensed you felt the same. You were already so wet... Teasing you, tasting you, making you cum first was a need if he had wanted to fill you with his cock. Thicker than your previous boyfriends — something that elated him to no end — but this time, there wasn't quite a need for it. You were ready, and as he sucked at your pulse, he wondered why, and suddenly, it hit him.

You wondered why he chuckled suddenly, hotly against your neck. "God, you're funny," he let out, his voice soft, husky against you. "You're fucking adorable."

Brows furrowed, in the middle of you being hot and bothered, he'd made you confused and you weren't sure if you appreciated that or not. "What're you... I mean... I am, but what are you talk—" And then you felt them, two of his thick fingers sliding inside you. "Fuck..." you breathed, your grip on his shoulders tightened as he bit you harder on your neck, growling, slowly burying those two fingers knuckle deep, curving them just slightly, caressing that spot, that easily sent a shock wave through you, trembling softly and your hand to reach to the back of his neck, just to hold him. "Baby... Baby, right there," though you didn't need to tell him, fingers already pulling in and out of her tight, wet cunt, hitting that perfect spot each time, drawing out a soft moan. "God, yes, that feels so... Shit."

Fuck, he loved the feel of you. Whether with his tongue, fingers, though yes, especially his cock, no matter how much he stretches you with each fuck, you always go back to feeling so tight around him. He could feel that now, the way your walls clench around him, squeezing him and yet moving so fluidly, so easily in and out of your perfect cunt. "You're so fuckin' wet, darling... So fuckin' perfect already... God, you're so ready for me, aren't you, angel? Don't even need a warm up, you’re so ready for my cock." You gave a whimper, you couldn't deny it, he could feel it after all, hear it as he went a little faster, a little harder, making your legs spread further. Making you pant and moan, his cock twitching in the anticipation of having you wrapped around it. Biting your shoulder, affectionately, his eyes like dark fire, kissing his way to your lips, biting them, looking into your eyes. "My darling girl's really that eager to fuck a model, hm? Or have a model fuck her with his hard, fat cock?"

"I..." You closed your eyes, your body involuntarily squirming underneath him, his thumb rubbing against your clit, working with his other fingers as they stilled, deep inside you, rubbing against that part of you, making you lose each thought out of your head, drawing you deeper and closer to that edge already. Him and his hands... Why did he have to be so good with his hands? "Joe..." you said in a whine, feeling absolutely in his mercy. And his fingers. Fuck, his fingers. "Joseph.... I... Yes... Oh my god, yes.. Please...? It feels... Fuck...."

"Should I be jealous?" He asked, his other hand cradling your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lips, slipping between them. "You've never been this wet so fast before you saw this video of me... Do you want a model, instead?"

A groan leaves your lips, though you don't fail to miss the opportunity to take his thumb, biting it lightly before giving it a good suck, eyes melting into his. Watched as he slid it tentatively in and out of your mouth, against your tongue. His fingers in your pussy quickened, making your eyes hazy, squirming underneath him so pathetically. He knew how to touch you, entice you, since the first time you fucked, he was a quick study on your body, a thrill shooting through his body at every moan that left your parted lips. Thumb leaving your mouth, tracing along your lips as he pulled his two fingers from your cunt, sliding to your clit. "Baby..." you let out before a sharp moan with the quickened motions he made on your clit. Causing your hips to twitch, jerk toward them. "Oh, god. Jesus..." You looked so pretty to him, hearing him let out a growl, nipping and biting at your neck as you tilted your head back. "Fuck. Fuck.." His fingers are soft but rough at the same time. You felt like silk underneath his fingertips, his tongue licking over your pulse, sucking deep soon enough. "Oh, fuck, I want you..."

He let out a hum, mirroring your previous actions, biting into the flesh of your neck and tugged on it. Though he did it a bit harder, a sharp pain traveled through you, making him feel the pulse of your clit against his fingers. Kissing tenderly towards your ear, his panting breath felt, making you shiver. "You want to fuck a model, my darling girl? An actor isn't good enough, is it? No, this greedy cunt wants—"

"No," you let out with a soft laugh, prompting him to lift his face from the crook of your neck, chocolate brown eyes staring down at you, confusion clear on his face. "The only model I wanna fuck is you. Only actor I wanna fuck is you. You're the complete fucking package, Joseph. Yeah... I got soaked faster than usual..." You smile, looking over his face. "But only because seeing you in that video? Turned me on. Wanted to suck your cock... Wanna be filled by you... Because you, Joseph Quinn, for Gris Dior..." He snorted at that, though smiled, wide and warm. "You're amazingly hot," you grin as he kisses your lips gently, "...sexy..." another kiss. "Beautiful...everything I want and... I really want you to be inside me right now..."

The way he groaned, biting your bottom lip. "Fuck. There you go again, making my head swell up so much, my darling..." The way he called you that... While affectionate, there was a bit of something else. Of desire, of lust, emitted in a deep rooted growl that made you shudder, yet your eyes were on his, barely registering his hand grasping his cock, at his base, moving until his swollen tip meets against your slick folds. Your wetness coating it, his eyes softening as he let out a soft breath. "Fuck, I love how wet you get for me..." You let out a soft whine, both hands grabbing at the back of his neck, as he teased the head of his cock along the entirety of your pussy. "I know, darling, I know... Be patient, let me just..." He closed his eyes, you writhing beneath him. Groaning as you helped him in what he wanted, to glide the underside of his cock over your folds, rolling in the slickness of it, over your clit. "Jesus I can feel you forever..."

It was almost pathetic the moan you let out, but the feeling of his cock teasing you like this was too much. Your folds parting for the underside of it, the tip running over your clit sent little shock waves through you, tightening your hold on his hair, pulling it slightly and your body having a mind of its own. Moving without you even being conscious of it. Needing to feel him, wanting him so badly. Feeling his cock slide so effortlessly over you, giving you a taste, small little whimpers finding their way from your throat and out your parted, with panting lips. "Fuck, please..." Your heart skipped a beat when you heard him groan, your eyes were closed, surrendering to the feel of him. They opened now, looking into his dark brown eyes, looking as wild and lustful as you felt. His own lips were parted, ghosting over yours, the most pretty little sounds coming from him with every heavy exhale of his breath. Head swimming, every bit of friction between you two driving you insane with need. "Joseph, baby... You feel so good... Please?"

"G o d..." he breathed out, his lips turning into a smile. "Love it when you beg..." He was teetering on the edge of sanity himself, every slick feel of his cock over you was giving him that same wave of pleasure, his lips grazing along your jaw, kissing, letting you feel the tease of his teeth. "Fuck... You're already so wet, love..." Letting out a groan as he kissed hotly against your neck, feeling the sharp breath you took, his free hand grasping at the pillow above your head, curling fingers around it. "...the way it'd be...so easy for me to just..." he shuddered, "...slip inside you..."

"...p l e a s e. . ."

"Fuck..." the words breathed out hotly against your skin, you shivered, still so desperately squirming underneath him. His cock pulsed, throbbed against your actions. "...you're fucking adorable when you're so desperate for my cock..." You let out a whimper, a soft little whine following soon after. Your eyes finding him, the smile on his face wide as he saw your pout, your eyes pleading. Licking his lips, he captured yours, melting the pout away as you returned his kiss, tasting each other for only a moment as he pressed closer, the tip of his cock rubbing firmly against your clit. "...tell me..." he muttered against your lips. "...tell me how much you want it. My cock inside you..."

He was being unfair, you both knew. The way you squirmed even more, your breath hitched, whining softly against him. God, if you knew how much he loved it right at that moment, this attempt of control quickly dwindled with you underneath him. But you didn't. He was teasing you, that's all you knew. Moving the tip of his cock through your folds, parting for him as his kisses started again, on your lips, tongue rolling forward, sliding so easily inside to taste you. You could feel him, the swollen head just there, so easily could slip in and fill you. Making you pant softly against his mouth, your kiss breaking, dazed words leaving your lips. "...I want it..."

There was a groan, a deep hum from him, pecking against your chin, lips sliding across your jaw. "What do you want, sweetheart?"

"Your cock..."

Biting his lip, he smiled, the desperate plea in your voice stroking his ego nicely, making his body shiver, feeling his tip starting to slide inside you, forcing himself to stop. "...Jesus, so greedy and so eager to suck me in..." Biting kisses along your jaw, "Tell me how bad you want it..."

"Oh, god, Joseph..." You would have cursed him out, but the way you ached for him, you let out a groan, desperation claiming you. "...I want your cock so fucking bad... Okay? I want your thick...fat...cock...filling me so deep I can't even think, talk about anything other than you feeling...so good... I want you to fuck me so hard and deep... I want you, I want you, baby... Please... Stop teasing me..."

He practically melted right on top of you, words driving the last semblance of sanity far away, a growl emitting from his lips as his hips drove forward. A moan wrestled from his lips while you? It came out in a gasp, the swollen tip sliding into your heat with no resistance, "Oh, fuck," he let out in a shaky whisper, his now free hand grasping your hip, aiding in driving his length into you, not stopping until he was buried deep. "...oh, god, oh, fuck, that's it, my good girl... Shit..." You felt so like heaven, his cock pulsed with the way your walls stretched around him. Making him feel how heated, wet and tight you were. So utterly wet, dripping for him, yet still giving him that tight feel he so often loved in fucking you. "Jesus fuck, baby... Oh, is this what you want? Hm? Feeling so full with my cock?"

The girth of him stretches you so good, your hands moving from the back of his head to his shoulders, letting out a strained moan. He did feel good, he always felt good. "...baby...shit..." you hissed, the first push always knocking your breath away. Always amazed how you can suck his cock inside your cunt, feeling so tight around him, he was buried deep within you, making your stomach clench. Muscles tightened. The tip of him reached so far that you started panting, "...Oh, god... So... So deep, baby... I... Oh, god."

"I know, I know, it feels so fucking amazing for me, too..." The way he throbbed, pulsed so deep inside you, groaning as he moved down your neck, biting gently, rocking his hips against you, "...every fucking time..." He could feel your nails digging deep into his skin, the thought of you leaving marks delighting you both, a little smile on his lips at the feel of his cock dragging out of your cunt, squeezing him tight, sucking him as if so desperate to keep him buried so deep. The sound of your whine filling his ears, making him let out a groan each time he pushed himself right back in. Gentle thrusts, breathy moans against your neck, hand gripping at both the pillow above your head while the other gripped at your hip a moment before moving toward your thigh, "...wider..." he breathed, biting your skin, "Spread your legs wider, love... Wanna fuckin' split you open with my cock, alright, my darling?"

How quickly you obeyed his demand could have been seen as shameless, but he only smiled against your skin. His gentle thrusts from before transitioned to something harder... Deeper... The sound of your wet arousal coating his cock hitting the air, heard by the both of you. Soft grunting from him, from the depths of his chest as he moved, fucking the moans out of you. Soft, strained, your hands descending down his body, nails scratching their way toward his hips. "Please... Please..." were all you could manage before tugging his waist. A silent plea for more, making him groan in such a way before he's slamming into you. The sound of skin slapping against one another, his movements not even in the same realm as gentle. Led by desire and lust, there was no control, by either of you, chasing after that euphoric feeling. Of filling you so deep and being filled by him that nothing else mattered. His name falling from your lips in desperate pants and moans, the heat overtaking you, nails digging into his skin that you didn't know his soft little cry was from that or how tight your cunt was gripping him.

"...oh, she loves my cock, doesn't she? Your sweet little cunt..." His voice breathless, not stopping his movements, not even for a second. He swore he felt himself fuck you deeper and deeper, amazed at how well you take him each time. "...so...so fuckin' eager for me... Jesus fuck..."

A soft whimper flows past your lips, trying to have the mind to speak, but his cock is so good, hitting you so deep that it makes you struggle, "...she...oh, fuck, that feels so fucking good...." Getting lost in the feel of him, the tip hitting that special spot, making you pant and moan, the slightest quivering of your thighs, squeezing his waist tight. "...mm...fuck, she get's.... Oh, fuck… Fuck! …jealous....sometimes...."

His lips ascend from your neck to your jaw, biting his way to your lips, your words caught but taking him a moment through physical touch to respond with, "...jealous?"

"Mmhm," you utter out with an exaggerated pout against his lips. "The way you just...spread your legs all over the place..." He let out a snort, eyes looking down at you, smiling softly. "In interviews and photoshoots... Showing everybody a look at your perfect cock..." You shake your head, a smile bright on your lips. "The jealousy is just...awful."

Joseph kissed your lips hard, smiling, laughing along with you. "Oh, we can't have that... I can't have her being angry at me... Not this perfect pussy... Always treating me and my cock so nicely..."

You giggled, loving that even in the heat of the moment, you two could have this. Just…this, together. The teasing, the silliness, the things that made the two of you just right. Letting out a soft groan, “You can’t have her be mad, baby…”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, “No, no, no, we can’t… Mmm-mmm, no, can’t have that…” His lips turned into a full pout, making you laugh. “Not allowed, no. Erm… God, what can I do? What can I do?” The pout was gone, replaced with a wide grin, flash of his teeth showing, all the while not stopping his hips from sliding in and out of you, just a bit slower, as he thought of the next move. Though you felt so fucking good, it was driving him absolutely mad. He wasn’t joking, you cunt was always so fucking good to him, as he nipped along your jaw, he could feel her clenching around him. So tight and wet just for him… Sucking him in, making him growl as he slammed into your hips a bit harder, just for the feel of his cock so deep inside to make you cry out in a whimper.

Your hands gripping on his shoulders, lifting to bite him there as well, hearing him moan and feeling him twitch inside you. If he kept this up, you would be so close… The feel of him splitting you open too much. So easily you felt lost when he was inside you, only a shred of the person you are, mainly replaced by a needy woman that only wanted to cum for him. For yourself, a bit, but mainly for him. He drove you crazy, transformed you into this ravenous being, hungering, desperate for his cock, his kiss, his words and moans. No one had ever made you feel this way, and you doubt anyone else would. “Baby…” His lips came crashing on yours, his hand grasped around your neck, and he swallowed your moans while meeting some of his own. You felt light, thoughts both flowing and yet emptied themselves from your head. You smell his cologne, feel the wetness between your legs coating his cock, you hear the slap of his hips against your body… Taste his taste on your tongue. All your senses were focused on him and it took you a moment to realize his grasp on your hips, not until he rolled over, pulling you on top.

Amazingly your lips remained within your kiss, his hands roaming the small of your back as you settled on top of him. Cock still buried inside you, a groan leaving him as his teeth took your bottom lip between his, biting hard, his chest heaving as he gave a little thrust of his hips up into you. You gasped, a shuddering breath following and he hummed. “...I thought what to do…” he explained softly, his hands moving back to your hips, gripping you tightly, guiding you to rock your hips back and forth gently. His hot breath came out against your chest, his lips kissing a soft trail towards your breasts. “I want her to take the lead… Yeah? Mmm… Let her take as much as she wants… Take my cock just how she likes… Isn’t that—” His words stopped as you didn’t hesitate, starting to move your hips faster, taking him by gentle surprise as he let out a soft cry. “—Jesus…. Fuck….” A soft laugh came out, his hands leaving you and took to grip at sheets beneath him. “Oh, fuck… God, that’s it…” You were a fucking goddess to him sometimes, leaning back and looking at you properly.

It was always a thrill, seeing his cock so taken by your cunt. When you rise and he could see how you made his cock glisten, so warm and wet, the sounds from your lips making him throb as you slammed your hips down on him. Rolling his eyes back as he closed them, knuckles white as he grabbed the sheets. “God, yes... Shit, you’re fucking perfect…”

“Oh, god… B a b y…” your voice was trembling, lost within your panting breath, driven by the pleasure of bouncing on his cock. Hands desperate to touch him, hold him, grabbing onto the sides of his stomach, nails digging into his flesh, using that to anchor your movements. Faster and faster… Your moans sounding more unhinged, filling his bedroom, the very air around you, hearing his own as well. “You… You feel so good…” Swallowing hard as you feel him start to thrust up against you, a cry ripping from your mouth. “So fucking good…”

“She takes me…” A wave comes over him, his hands leaving the sheets and to your thighs, heavy breath past his lips as his brows furrow. “Jesus… Oh, she takes me so…fucking…good…” He could feel it, how your cunt clenched around him so tight, making him growl.

You smile, a tremble of a laugh as you squeeze his sides. “She fuckin loves your cock…” His hips snap up hard, making you close your eyes tight and body quiver, a wave of pleasure, white hot flashes through you. “You stretch me so good, Joseph… Get in so deep… Fuck,” you let out, bouncing on his cock harder, gasps leaving your parted mouth. He doesn’t move this time, but he grips at your thighs, letting you ride him, taking complete control and you could hear his moans as he twitches and pulses inside you. Eyes are closed, the sound of your moans, the slap of skin as you move harder and faster, chasing your high, pleasure mounting inside you. “Feel so fucking perfect inside me… So good… Oh god.” The sound of your wetness drowning his length was so crisp and clear to your ears. “So wet for you…”

“I know, I know,” he all but whimpered, squeezing your thighs, “Love it when you’re so wet… Just for me… Jesus fucking Christ, feeling my cock slide in and out of you so easily… But so tight… So warm and perfect, Jesus fuck… Can you feel it… How much my cock loves you… Mmm, love how you make such a mess…”

God, you could. Every twitch, pulse, throb… Always taking your breath away, but you nodded, only moving faster, harder on him. A seamless motion of your hips, taking him fiercely and you could feel your body growing tense, toes starting to curl and that white hot claiming you bit by bit throughout your body. “....I can feel it… I can fucking feel it… Oh, baby… Joseph, fuck, I… yes… Fuck… Yes, yes—”

“Fuck, I can feel it…” his voice own voice strained, nails digging into your skin as he groans deep. His own muscles feeling tight, the spark in his belly igniting. “My girl is gonna cum, isn’t she? Yeah, she is… Fuckin’ hell, gonna make such a mess on my cock, aren’t you, my love? Yeah? God, tell me…”

“I’m gonna… Gonna make such a mess…” Your thighs trembling, gasping for air, “Joseph, baby…! Shit!”

He was quick, lifting himself to pull you down on him, lips on your neck. His hands keeping your legs spread as he fucked you, hard, fast and steady. “Let go, sweetheart… Darling… Fuck, cum with me… I wanna feel you… Wanna feel so bad, please…”

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck!” the last words you uttered until you gave him exactly what you both wanted, a primal cry leaving your lips, cunt clenching around him, squeezing him as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, screaming his name as you shook. You heard him groan, kissing and biting your neck with a growl once more. He kept growling, and the realization it was because of you sent you even more over the edge. Wave after wave went through you, feeling your release drench and pour on his cock. Your arms squeezing tightly, clinging onto him as you trembled in his strong arms, trembling, sobbing. Feeling his cock still slamming into your cunt, taking it, the sensitivity making your body rock and twitch on top of him, but not wanting to stop, sending you to that euphoric state of being only Joseph could get you to. None of your partners were ever close. Only him.

It wasn’t long after until it hit him, cock throbbing, pulsing, his panting and groaning mingled with his such desperate growls. Biting your shoulder, shutting his eyes closed, he savored the feel of you so tight around his cock, and the mess of your release. So wet, he could feel the mess and could only imagine what your pussy looked like. Art, he thought. He was fucking art, a masterpiece, groaning deep as he chased after his own pleasure, feeling the wetness of your mouth and possibly tears against the crook of his neck. You always felt so alive in his arms, making him shudder as he continued. The sound of your cunt sharper than before, driving him mad, absolutely fucking mad. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl, my best…fucking…girl…! Oh, god, so good for me, so…fuckin’.... Jes…Jesus Christ… Oh fuck! Yes… Shit… Oh, my girl, my precious fuckin’ girl, you make…” His chest heaving, feeling it, “...feel so good… You’re gonna take it, yeah? Take every…Jesus fuck…. Oh god, everything… Take fucking everything…” You nodded, prompting him to give your arse a good smack, earning a light yelp from you. “Say it.”

Whimpering softly, “...take it, I’m gonna take it… Take everything… Oh, god, please, give it to me…”

He groaned, “...good girl… Oh, God…!” A few more strokes of his cock in and out of you, taking your hips and one last thrust, making sure he was deep inside you as he spilled with deep, primal growl. Your hand went to his curls, fingers squeezing tight as you shook and trembled, crying out a moan and he bit into the flesh of your shoulder. Ecstasy filled him, cock pulsing, threads of his cum painting your walls, muttering your name over and over like a prayer. Body trembling with you, the white heat burning him from the inside out, stilling only for a moment until but you both felt so good, both of your bodies starting to move again. Your lips finding each other’s, kissing each other deep, moaning, whimpering into each other’s mouths, the sensitivity sending each other to a place of pleasure and a good sense of hurt, bodies quivering together. He wanted to fuck his cum deeper into you, and a part of you wanted that too. Not stopping him, a warmth cascading over you as his hand smoothed over your stomach.

After the daze had settled, you reluctantly slid from him, leaving his cock to drop to his stomach, your joined release dripping over him there. An immediate ache settled over you, your body, your cunt mourning the loss of his cock making you feel so full as you settled on your side, curled up to him and resting your cheek to his shoulder, both out of breath. Your clit pulsed, throbbing, and your cunt was still clinging to the feeling of when he came, the feel of his hot cum filled you, so much that he seeped from you even as he was still fucking you. His fingers came to your cheek, causing you to lift your eyes to look at his deep chocolate brown ones, looking at you in that soft sense of afterglow, with such adoration it made your heart sing. Smiling brightly, you raise your lips to kiss him, both humming with a smile on each other’s lips, his hand cupping your cheek, kissing each other deep before pulling away with a hum.

There was a comforting silence between you for a moment, eyes, hands, lips finding each other. Kissing your fingertips, knuckles, your wrist. You place your chin to his shoulder, tracing his lips, down to his neck—a snort leaving you. “Shit…” you let out, biting your bottom lip as fingers traced over your handiwork. “It’s already a bit purple… God, you bruise easily…”

He rolled his eyes, “Those poor makeup crew… All because my girl is feral for me.”

“Oh fuck you,” you laughed, settling closer to him, draping a leg between his and arm across his stomach, “You love it.”

Joseph couldn’t deny it, fingers sliding over your arm, “Yeah, I do. Fucking adore it, actually. Makes me feel smug and I’ll wear it with pride.”

You hummed softly, “And not bad that you’ve given me a few marks of your own…”

“Matching set, only fair…”

“True,” you concede, holding him closer as he turned, wrapping an arm around you. A soft, pleased little hum leaving as he kissed your forehead, the feel of his warmth a good comfort to you.

“So… The video’s good, then? Or…amazing, even? Like we’ve established I’m fuckable in it, clearly, got the mess on my cock to prove it, but—”

“Oh my god,” you let out with a pained laugh, laying on your back as you looked up at him. “You are so lucky I love you, you know that, right?”

A soft little grin settled on his lips, looking at you, that warmth and adoration from earlier only deepened right at that moment. “...I was actually thinking the exact same thing.”

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