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“don’t stop.” a clapton davis fic ♡

nsfw | mdni | characters are 18+ | gn!reader | sub!clapton | cursing | praise | porn with plot | hand/blowjob | voice kink if you squint

one night when you’re studying, you feel your phone vibrating on your desk. confused, you pick it up and turn it over to see clapton davis’ name light up the screen. you groan and put your pencil down, then look at the time.

“10:36pm” your phone reads.

you knew clapton better than he knew himself. you were positive that the moment you answered this call, he was going ask you to see you.

you have already told him plenty of times that you couldn’t see him today because you had a big test tomorrow and you really needed to study.

despite your annoyance with him calling you while he knew you were studying, you answer the call. as expected, the moment you click the green button on your phone, clapton asks to hang out.

though, instead of you going over to his house, he asked to go to yours. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion as if he can see your face. clapton had never been over to your house due to your strict parents.

“clapton, you know my parents aren’t going to let you come over, let alone at—”

before you could even finish your sentence, clapton cuts you off, “pleaseeee i promise i’ll be so quiet, i just miss you. and i know how stressed you are about the test, so i want to be there for you.”

you roll your eyes at his pleas and sigh. you put your tongue against the side of your mouth and think for a moment, then close your notebook. you knew you wouldn’t get much studying done with clapton over, but you missed him as much as he missed you.

“fine,” you mumble, “but you have to be careful. if my parents wake up, you’re dead.”

clapton laughs loudly into his phone and promises he will be quiet and not make a single sound. knowing clapton, you were sure this would be a challenge for him. but you were grateful that he would try to keep quiet just to see you.

even though you knew clapton wouldn’t mind a mess, you look around your room to see what you can tidy up in the short amount of time that you have. you pick up all the scattered pieces of paper lying around your desk and do your best to organize it, then pick up the dirty clothes laying on the floor.

when you heard a knock on your window, you were pleasantly surprised to see clapton davis standing outside.

you pull the window open and before he can say anything, you ask, “how did you know this one was my window?”

“lucky guess.” he grins, handing you his skateboard.

you scoff at him and place his skateboard next to your desk, then help him inside.

clapton stumbles in through the window and looks around your room, mesmerized by every little thing you have. he loves the little accessories you had all over your room.

“nice room,” clapton smiles, “it fits you.”

you give him a toothy grin and grab the remote from your bedside table, turning on the first movie you see. clapton flops onto the bed in a starfish position, then looks up at you and smiles.

you laugh at his position and sit on the edge of the bed, contemplating if you should lay with your boyfriend or go back to studying.

you take one glance at clapton and decide he’s definitely the better option. you’ve already read over your notes hundreds of times, you should be fine, you thought to yourself.

“take off your shoes, clapton! i just washed these sheets.” you exclaim, pulling his legs off the bed. he groans and kicks them off quickly, leaving them on the floor next to your bed

“oh, look, i got you something,” clapton says, pulling himself up to lay against the headboard. he reaches in his right pocket and pulls out a mixtape.

your eyes widen at his gift and you grab the mixtape from him, then look at the back.

on the back of it, he taped a piece of paper written with all of your favorite songs.

you smile widely at him and pull him into a hug, embracing him for way longer than you should have.

he smells nice, you think as you tuck your head into his neck.

you pull away and put the mixtape on your nightstand, then turn back to him and open your arms. he takes that as a sign to cuddle into you, and lays his head on your chest.

you take off his hat and discard it somewhere on the bed, then begin to run your fingers through his hair.

you both stay like that for a while, enjoying each others company. you were watching whatever movie was playing while stroking claptons hair, until you hear soft snores coming from him. you smile and look down, seeing the way that the soft glow from the tv beautifully outlines his features. his sunkissed cheeks are scattered with soft freckles that dance across them. the corners of lips formed into a slight pout, and you couldn’t help staring at them.

he looks so peaceful like this, so beautiful. you wished you could stay with him like this forever, but you knew you had to wake him up eventually. you look back up at the tv, the soft sound of his snores in the background.

after a few more minutes of laying like that, clapton starts to stir in his sleep. worried that he’s having a nightmare, you gently try to shake him awake. when you hear your name fall from his lips though, you realize it wasn’t a nightmare.

clapton moves his lower body to where his bulge is sitting against your leg, and your eyes widen when you feel it.

clapton whines loudly against your chest, and you’re quick to grab the remote and turn the tv up, drowning out any future noise that comes from him.

you aren’t afraid to admit how turned on you were, knowing that clapton was dreaming about you. you wondered what he was dreaming about, what his mind’s fantasies held.

clapton jerks his hips up once and moans at the impact of your leg meeting his dick, and you quickly cover his mouth. even though you didn’t want to wake him, you knew his sounds would only get louder as the dream went on.

you gently shook him awake, and his eyes flutter open to meet yours. in his sleepy daze, he closes his eyes back again and sinks into your touch, then you feel him tense up.

claptons eyes widen and he moves off of you, quick to cover his uncomfortably obvious hard-on with his hands. you smile at him and ask, “what’s wrong, clapton?”

clapton’s sunkissed cheeks go pink at the question, the embarrassment of the situation sinking in.

“i’m so sorry.” clapton mumbles under his breath, avoiding your gaze.

“for what?” you question, acting completely oblivious. you grab clapton’s hands and remove them from his lap, and gasp when you see the dark stain on his shorts.

“did you cum?” you ask, touching the wet spot softly.

clapton hisses through gritted teeth and sighs shakily, “no.. um, not yet.”

you smirk at him and for once since he woke up, he makes eye contact with you.

“i can help you.” you say, letting your palm rest against his aching cock through his pants.

clapton almost chokes on air when you said that.

“what?” he says, like a deer in headlights. you can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips.

“let me help you, clapton.” you palm his dick through his shorts and he has to suppress a whine.

“what about your parents?” he manages to get out, through breathy moans.

“shhh,” you shush him, “don’t think about them. think about me.”

clapton relaxes into your touch and allows you to pull his cock out of his shorts and underwear, gasping when the cool air hits it.

the light from the tv shows the precum leaking and dripping down the side of his dick, and you smear it around with your thumb.

“you’re so hard for me.” you whisper, your thumb playing with the slit.

clapton lets out a “mhm” and lays back against your pillows, watching as your thumb plays with his tip. you grip the head of his dick softly, seeing how he would react.

clapton bites his bottom lip between his teeth to try to silence any moans before they leave his lips. he doesn’t do a good job though, and a breathy moan escapes when you start running your hand up and down his length.

“you’re going to have to be quiet if you want me to continue, baby.” you mutter.

“you know i can’t be quiet..” he starts, but when you remove your hand, he continues, “but i’ll try, i promise. please just.. don’t stop.”

you get off the bed and he looks at you with confusion, but when he sees you pick up the mixtape, he realizes what you’re doing.

“you think the tv and mixtape are enough to drown out your moans?” you question with a smile. his tan face goes red at your question, and he gulps.

“uh.. i think so?”

you hit shuffle on the cassette player and go back over to the bed, hoping the music is enough to silence his sounds.

you go back to where you were and grab his dick again, tighter than before.

claptons eyes go back into his skull before he squeezes them tightly, but you grab his chin between your pointer finger and thumb.

“no, look at me while i ruin you.” you say, mesmerized by his disheveled appearance.

you feel clapton’s cock twitch in your hand, and you smirk at him when you realize.

“oh?” you question, moving your hand up and down his length slowly. “does my voice turn you on?”

clapton’s cock twitches again in your hand, and you beam at him when you learn this new discovery.

clapton’s face flusters and he covers his eyes with his arm and groans. you think it’s so cute how flustered he gets, but you wanted to look at him. you take clapton’s arm away from his face and intertwine his fingers with yours, holding them tightly.

“you look so good right now, baby.” you whisper, leaning in closer to his face. clapton moans when you start to quicken your pace, and you capture his lips with yours.

you use his moans as an opportunity to leave open mouthed kisses on his lips, slowly letting your tongue inside.

you were sure to swallow every little sound he made, and he was so grateful that he didn’t have to force any sounds down. he embraces you as you deepen the kiss, using his free hand to hold your face.

his calloused hand held your face tenderly as warmth radiated from his touch. his thumb caressed your cheek softly as his moans only got louder.

clapton removes his hand from your grasp and brings it down to his lap, placing his hand on top of the hand stroking his dick. he grips your hand tightly and starts to speed up your movements, lightly fucking up into your hand.

“faster.” clapton begs against your lips, and you break the kiss. a string of saliva connects the both of you, and you smile as you pull away.

even in his horny state, clapton still manages to cock an eyebrow as he sees you slide down on the bed. when he realizes what you’re doing, though, he has to use his hand to muffle the groan that threatens to fall from his puffy lips.

you look up at clapton through hooded eyes and take in how beautiful he looks. his long hair is sticking to his forehead as his chest rises and falls quickly. his veiny hand that covers his mouth looks so attractive and you wonder how his fingers would feel inside of you.

no, not tonight.

tonight was about clapton.

you bring your lips to the tip of clapton’s dick, it barely touching your mouth. you give a few kitten licks to the head and look back up, seeing clapton’s eyes roll back into his skull.

“you’re so sensitive,” you grin, seeing the tears that sit at the brink of his eyelids.

you swirl your tongue around the tip and savor the taste, cleaning up the precum that leaks from it.

you slowly wrap your lips around the head and clapton’s back arches against the mattress. you knew he wasn’t going to last long, considering how close he already was. but you wanted to make sure he enjoyed every second of it.

you flatten your tongue under his cock and begin moving your head up and down his length, only going about halfway. for what you couldn’t reach, you use your hand. clapton’s hands went to your hair, not pushing or pulling, just something to hold on to.

clapton couldn’t believe what you were doing to him. your mouth felt so good on his dick, and the warmth of your tight mouth had him drooling. the way your cheeks were sucked in so perfectly to fit his cock, how well you were taking him. clapton’s mind was filled with nothing but you, you, you as he tried to fight the urge to cum. even though it felt amazing, he didn’t want it to end.

you push your head as far down as you can go without gagging, surprising yourself with how far you could go. clapton didn’t seem to mind though, as he was practically on a different world.

“feels so— so fucking good,” clapton moans, not even bothering to try to hide his sounds anymore. i mean, your tv and your mixtape were playing, so he was sure they were drowning out his sounds, right?

“so perfect. please.. don’t stop.”

you moan around his cock at the praise and begin to speed up your pace. you look up at clapton and see tears spill from his eyes, staining his pink cheeks. you thought he looked so pretty like this, barely being able to hold himself together while you used your mouth to bring him to his release.

“gonna cum.. ‘m gonna cum!” clapton choked up, pushing his dick into your mouth. you let him have full control, using you to get himself off. he put his hands on the sides of your head and moves your head up and down quickly, chasing his own orgasm.

after a few more thrusts, clapton is cumming into your mouth with a whine. his orgasm hits him like a wave as he spasms underneath you, continuously bucking his hips as he comes down from his high.

a few breathy “thank you”s leave his lips while he squirms, letting your mouth fill with his cum. you swallow every drop of him, using your thumb to clean up the sides of your mouth.

clapton goes limp against the bed as he comes back to reality, still seeing stars from the previous orgasm. you tuck clapton into his shorts and crawl up beside him, laying down with him.

“you did so good, baby. so, so good.” you whisper, playing with his hair as he drifts off once more. clapton won’t stop thanking you as he snuggled up into you again, maybe he could sleep for just a little bit.

[leelaslittleworld]

You guys r like straight up celebrities to me😭😭

@freak-accident419 @joshhutchersonsgf @joshfutturman @xcherryerim

[stop-talking]

I love your work so much! While I wait for your updates (take your time), what other fics do you like and recommend?

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[xcherryerim]

this the most normal conversation i have with @joshhutchersonsgf btw

[savvyotakuqueen]

WHAT YOU TELLING ME JOSH WAS ON ER AND NOONE EVER TOLD ME HES SO YOUNG AND ADORBALE 😭😭😭❤️

@xcherryerim @freak-accident419 @joshhutchersonsgf

[joshhutchersonsgf]

BILLY IS ABSOLUTELY THE TYPE OF GUY TO SMOKE A CIGARETTE WHILE YOU RIDE HIM.

nsfw | mdni | fem!reader | switch!billy | cursing | praise | slight angst | porn with plot | fluff | unprotected sex | smoking | fingering | riding

your boyfriend, billy, comes home from yet another failed attempt at trying to pay off debt he owes. he never gave you the exact details of the situation, but you always promised you would help him in any way possible.

the sound of the creaky door unlocking was enough to wake you, and you look over at the clock on your bedside table.

“12:06” the clock glowed at you. ‘why could he not just get home at a reasonable hour?’ you thought to yourself, yawning and sitting up on the bed. it was a selfish thought, you acknowledged, but you just missed falling asleep in his arms and waking up to his kisses.

you could hear billy walking into the kitchen, opening the pantry and making himself whatever he could find. you decide to get up and see him, and even though you were slightly annoyed that he woke you, you did miss him while he was gone.

it would be impossible to not notice his disheveled appearance. he looked at you with shame as you studied his demeanor. he had dark purple eye bags under his eyes and his hair was all messed up. he had a habit of running his hands through his hair when he got stressed, and you could tell he had been doing it not stop the whole night.

“not a good night, huh?” you question, pulling yourself up to sit on the countertop.

billy looks at you and sighs, “no.. shit, i don’t know what i’m gonna do,” he confessed. he looks away from your gaze, purposefully avoiding eye contact. his hands are slightly shaking when you look down at them, and the knuckles look slightly bruised.

you frown and look back up at his face, wishing there was some way you could help him. you’re both not financially well enough to pay off some crazy debt, but you try to give him every leftover dollar you have. he’s always too stubborn to take it at first, but eventually does and never stops thanking you.

“fuck, i’m sorry i’ve been neglecting you, baby,” he says, putting his hands on your waist. “don’t know how worried i’ve been about you.” he whispers, finally meeting your gaze again.

“what do you mean?” you question quietly, furrowing your eyebrows.

“don’t worry about it, i promise nothing will ever happen to you.”

you smile at him, ignoring the feeling of anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

he leans into you and begins kissing your neck softly. you didn’t realize how long it’s been since he’s paid attention to your body. he’s been coming home late and waking up early, hardly ever seeing you anymore. let alone touching you.

billy’s grip on your waist loosens, and he pulls them down to your thighs and begins running his hands up and down them. you sigh quietly and lean your head back, giving him more access to your neck.

“fuck, i’ve missed this so much.” he whispers against your neck, feeling your pussy through your shorts. you whine loudly, sensitive due to the lack of attention you’ve had these past few weeks.

“please touch me,” you beg, rutting your hips against his hand. he chuckles before kissing your neck a few more times, then coming back up to look at you.

“i’ve barely even touched you, and you already want me so bad?” he smiles at you, and you give him a frown in return. “i’m sorry i haven’t been giving you what you need, baby. gonna make you feel so good tonight.” he promises before moving your shorts and underwear to the side.

you gasp as the cold air hits your pussy, aching with need. billy’s eyes widen when he runs his finger through your folds.

“shit,” billy groans, “you’re soaked.” you whimper in reply when he runs his fingers up and down the bundle of nerves. you move your hips towards his hand again and he smiles softly at your action, then starts to move his thumb in circles around your clit.

“mhmmm..” you moan through closed lips.

“why are you hiding your sounds, hm?” he questions, “you know it’s just us.”

you let your mouth fall open at his words, and a loud moan comes out.

billy leans in to your face, just inches away from your lips. he looks down at your lips then back at your eyes, studying your features. he leans into your touch, kissing you slowly. you groan into his mouth and he takes that his opportunity to put his tongue inside. he explores your mouth with his tongue, swallowing up your sounds.

he begins to run his middle finger up and down your slit while simultaneously rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb. he pushes his finger into you, slowly stretching you out.

he curls his finger into you, touching that spongy spot inside of you that’s been neglected these past few weeks. you clench around his finger, hoping it will tell him you want more.

“i only put one finger in, and you already want more?” he asks against your lips, breathing heavy.

“yes, please, billy.” you beg, “i can take it.”

he starts kissing you again, pulling his finger in and out at a quickening pace. before long, he let you adjust to his ring finger.

“want you to cum on my cock.” billy into your mouth, palming himself through his jeans.

you were thinking too much about your own pleasure, you haven’t even thought about how desperate he must be.

“please fill me up, billy. i need to feel you so bad.”

billy’s heart almost jumps out of his chest when he hears those words. he removes his hand from your pussy, and before you can protest, he pulls you up off the counter by your waist.

“think you’ll be able to walk, baby?” he chuckles, looking down at your shaking legs.

you roll your eyes at him, and grab his (dry) hand. you pull billy into the bedroom and you’re immediately all over him. you push him back against the bed lightly and crawl over him. he quickly takes off his jean jacket and disregards it to the floor. before you can kiss him again, he holds his fingers up to your lips. you knew exactly what he wanted you to do, and you waste no time doing so.

you take his middle and ring finger into your mouth, cleaning it from all of your slick. you moan on his fingers, really wanting to give him a show.

“fuck.. you don’t know what you do to me,” billy groans, mesmerized by the way you swallow his fingers. his eyes don’t leave your lips as you swirl your tongue around his fingers.

you smile at him, and pull his fingers out of your mouth with a plop.

he puts his hands under your shirt, sending a shiver down your spine. he pulls it off around your head quickly and begins to kiss you again. this kiss isn’t like the one before, this kiss is more desperate. billy is pushing his hips up to meet yours, begging for friction. you push your hips down on his and start rocking back and forth.

billy begins pulling on your nipples, making you arch your back into his touch. he’s starts rolling them in between his pointer finger and thumb and you couldn’t control the whine that fell from your lips. you desperately needed his dick inside of you and you think he got the hint because as soon as you started rocking your hips harder, he began pulling at your shorts and underwear.

“fucking— need to get this shit off of you,” billy moans against your lips, only breaking the kiss to help you pull your shorts off.

suddenly, you feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you. he’s still completely clothed while you have nothing on. billy seems to notice your anxious stare, because he then pulls his shirt off quickly. he pulls you back in to kiss him harshly while you help him pull his jeans down to his thighs.

the only thing restricting you from what you wanted most was the pair of boxers he was wearing. you try to pull away, but he brings his head up, following your lips. he was so desperate for your touch, and you needed to help him.

you pull back far enough to where the kiss is broken, and billy looks so needy. his pupils are blown, his hair is sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his lips were so puffy and red. his lips formed a slight pout and you stared in awe.

you run your hands down his chest and take in the sight for a moment more, then look down at his neglected dick. there’s a wet patch on his boxers. usually, you would have wanted to drag this out, teasing him for as long as possible. but now, you were so desperate to feel his cock stretch you out.

you pull his underwear down to his thighs, and his dick bounces up, hitting his stomach. billy gasps through gritted teeth at the contact and closes his eyes tightly.

“fuck..” he whispers when you wrap your hand around the tip of his dick. he felt so vulnerable like this, laid out infront of you with his shirt off and cock out.

you start running your hand up and down his length, squeezing tightly. billy was already a mess under you, he always got like this when you gave him a handjob.

you wanted to give him one now (and maybe if you weren’t so impatient you would) but you needed to feel him inside of you. billy opens his eyes to see as you slow your hand down to a complete stop and take your hand off his dick. billy whimpers softly at the loss of contact, but then smiles when you position yourself just above him.

billy blindly reaches over to his bedside table and grabs his box of marlboro cigarettes. you roll your eyes at this, and he looks up at you as he grabs the lighter.

“fuck.. i’m sorry, baby. need it so fucking bad right now.” he says as he lights it. he puts the cigarette between his thumb and pointer finger, taking a deep breath in.

you would never admit to him that seeing him shirtless while smoking is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

billy takes the cigarette away from his mouth with his pointer and middle finger and rests his hands on your hips.

“need to feel you. please let me fill—” before billy can continue his pleas, you slowly sink down on his cock.

it felt so much better than his fingers. you have only taken in the tip of his cock, but it was already stretching you so much better than anything (or anyone) could. billy hisses at the feeling of your pussy swallowing his cock, and brings the cigarette back to his lips. he leaves the cigarette between them and grips onto your hips tightly.

“fuuuuckk..” billy groans loudly, taking a long drag from the cigarette that loosely hangs from his mouth, “yeah—jesus. that’s my good girl.”

you moan at his words, bracing your hands on his chest for stability. when he’s finally all the way inside of you, he gives you a moment to adjust. he starts rubbing soothing shapes on your hips while you take deep breaths.

billy is always so sweet to you during sex. he’s in no rush at all, as desperate as he was earlier. he just wants his pretty girl to feel good.

billy lets you go at your own pace and stares at you in with admiration as you start to rock your hips against his dick.

“just like that, angel. don’t hurt yourself.”

his words went completely unheard as you start to roll your hips faster. billy throws his head back against the pillows and whines. how did he expect you to go slow if he made the prettiest sounds when you went fast?

the question in your mind was left unanswered as you pick yourself up with your knees and slam back down on his cock.

“jesus christ.” billy moans, “you’re killing me here, baby.”

billy blows a cloud of smoke into the air, and it slightly burns your lungs. you frown and wave the cloud away, and he laughs at your reaction. you lift yourself up slightly and begin bouncing on his dick again. his laugh turns into a moan while he watches you ride him.

“shit— i’m sorry, i..,” billy says through whines, “i know you don’t like when i do that.”

you answer him with a moan as you start circling your hips around his dick, his pubic bone perfectly stimulating your clit.

billy bucks his hips up into you and arches his back against the bed. his words come out as incoherent whimpers as he tries to hold himself back. his fingernails leave crescent moon marks on your hips with how hard he’s gripping onto them.

you run your fingers down your body slowly, rolling your eyes back into your head. you bring your fingers down between your legs and move them in fast circles. this seems to almost send billy over edge.

you choke up moans as your legs tremble and you use your left hand to cling onto one of his shoulders for support. billy’s dick continuously abusing that sweet spot inside of you had you both coming undone.

thick tears build at your lash line when billy starts pushing you up and slamming you back down on his cock again. his hips chase yours as he continued to grind into you.

“this pussy was made for me,” billy groans, “only me.”

your boobs are bouncing at the rhythm of both your hips moving, and billy swears he could cum from that sight alone. he squeezes his eyes shut tightly, trying to distract himself from the fact that you’re bouncing on his cock like your life depends on it while your boobs bounce in his face.

you grip his chin between your pointer finger and thumb, forcing him to look at you.

“don’t close your eyes, billy.” you moan, “wanna see your eyes when you cum.”

“fuck..” billy groans, cigarette sitting between his teeth. “i won’t last much longer if— shit.. if i look at you.”

“need you to cum, please.” you beg billy, rocking your hips against his harshly.

“shit, yeah..” billy whines, turning his head to the side and grabbing the cigarette from his lips. he huffs a cloud of smoke into the air, all while making eye contact with you.

seeing billy come undone under you while smoking was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. your lungs were burning from the nicotine and your legs were shaking underneath you. billy looked like he was going to cum at any moment, and you couldn’t hold out much longer either.

“fuck, billy..” you moan, “cum in me. please.” (thank god you were on birth control. billy could barely take care of himself.. let alone two people.)

billy’s dick jerks inside of you at your words, and soon he’s rutting his hips up into you. his thoughts turn into nothing but you as he chases his high, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. your pussy clenches around billy and he ruts up into you one last time before cumming.

billy cums with a loud, high pitched moan that seemed to echo through the room. feeling his cum coat your walls was enough to tip you over the edge and cum around his cock. your hips stutter and you fall forward, using your arms on either side of his head to brace yourself. your head is spinning and nothing comes out of your mouth but moans and whimpers. you continue to ride billy through your orgasm, struggling to hold yourself up.

when you both come down from your high, you continue to slow your hips until a complete stop above billy. billy’s eyes are squeezed shut and his stomach is clenching slightly as he takes deep breaths, trying to catch his breath. you look at the cigarette between his fingertips and pick it up to bring to his lips, watching as he breathes in. he sighs deeply and smiles to himself.

“thank you.. shit,” billy cuts himself off with a groan when he opens his eyes again, seeing your trembling body still on his cock, “thank you so much.”

you aren’t sure why billy thanked you, but you assumed you were getting rid of a lot of his stress. you pull yourself off of his dick and you both whine at the loss. you collapse beside him and let your body go limp against the bed.

billy takes one more drag of his cigarette and puts it out on the ashtray on his bedside table. he turns over to you and pulls you in for an embrace before getting up and going to get a towel. he cleans you up well and lays back in bed with you, and you both fall asleep in each others arms. ♡

[joshhutchersonsgf]

“just relax.” ♡ a mike schmidt fic

nsfw | mdni | fem!reader | thigh riding | cursing | praise | first fic

imagine mike inviting you to his new job because he “was bored out of his mind and needed you with him”. you knew that wasn’t true, you’ve seen him get lost in his own thoughts right in front of you. keeping himself entertained for hours just by sitting alone and thinking wasn’t uncommon for him.

after mike shows you to his office, he sits down on a chair in front of a desk with computers, showing the interior and exterior of the building. the pizzeria is an old place and you wonder why they still need a security guard for it. mike sees you awkwardly looking for a place to sit, so he pats his lap to tell you to come sit down. you smile shyly then walk over to his chair and sit down, facing him. you give him a soft kiss on his cheek before wrapping your arms around him tightly and snuggling into his neck.

the first few minutes are pretty boring, just mike occasionally flipping through the cameras while your eyes struggle to stay open. you lay your head on his shoulder and you feel a movement in his hips.

mike snakes his arms around your waist and he feels your breath hitch. he slowly guides you to move across his thigh. “mikey.. not here..” you whisper tiredly through soft moans, not really trying to stop him. “no one’s here, you know, it’s just us” he says, and you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smiling to himself.

you decide to just let it happen, there’s no point to not give in. there really is no one in the pizzeria besides you two.

you slowly start to move your hips back and forth on mike’s thigh, his hands on your waist guiding your speed.

“mikey..” you moan against his neck, sucking dark circles around his collarbone.

“just relax. let me take care of you, baby.”

mike’s grip on your waist tightens as he speeds up your movements, even bouncing his leg for more pleasure. you mumble sweet nothings into his neck, speeding up your hips and pushing them down farther while the denim of his jeans only makes you more sensitive.

“pleasepleaseplease” you whine.

“please what, baby? i know you can use your words.”

“please fuck me.”

“come on, angel. you know we can’t do it right here. i’m supposed to be working.” mike whispers, the raspiness in his voice only making you wetter.

“i need you inside of me, mikeyyy” you drag out his name in a whine, hoping that will convince him.

he chuckles at your words, only moving your hips faster on his thigh. you couldn’t explain how good it felt, the roughness of his jeans perfectly rubbing against your clit was like something like you’ve never felt before. you started moving your hips on your own, looking up into mike’s eyes.

“ohh so now you like it?” he says with a smirk, looking deeply into your hooded eyes. you reply with a moan and put your hands in his hair.

“holy— oh my god mike” you moan loudly, squeezing your eyes shut.

you lift your arms up as you feel mike start to tug on your shirt, knowing he wants to take it off. he quickly discards it and stares at your boobs with amazement as you continued to ride his thigh like your life depended on it.

“so beautiful.” he whispers to himself, barely audible.

you grab onto his shoulders for support as he unclips your bra and lets it fall to the floor. he pinches your left nipple lightly and smiles as your hips stutter.

“i always love your little reactions when i touch you.” he says, fondling your other nipple between his pointer finger and thumb.

your hips only move faster at his words, not focusing on anything other than your own orgasm. mike takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and sucking. your whimper loudly and throw your head back, giving him access to your neck. he removes his mouth from your nipple and begins sucking on your neck, still pinching your nipples with his hands. all of this is too overwhelming for you, and you feel like you’re about to explode.

“mikey im gonna— fuck im cumming”

you moan louder as your orgasm washes over you, moving your hips in circles on his thigh. mike continues to suck on your neck, leaving dark marks all along your chest and collarbone.

“that’s it, yeah. you’re doing so good.” mike whispers in your ear, helping you as you come down from your high by rubbing soothing circles on your hips.

you slump down onto mike, hips still stuttering as you feel your body give out. mike laughs quietly and rubs your back.

“you did amazing for me, pretty girl. so so perfect.”

[joshhutchersonsgf]

“million dollar man.” a derek danforth fic ♡

nsfw | mdni | switch!derek | president assistant reader | fem!reader | lots of plot | cursing | slight degradation | hair pulling | arguing | oral (f receiving) | derek cums in his pants | could write a part 2?

an: smut starts after the third separator for all you horny people (this: ♡•♡•♡)

“mrs. danforth? your phone is ringing.”

her phone vibrates in your hand as you walk toward the conference room, only a few inches behind the president.

being the assistant of the woman in charge of an entire country was not an easy job. her orders were often strict and precise, and dealing with her son was a whole other story. it wasn’t uncommon for her to ask you to “take care” of him when he’s around, unfortunately. you loved your job, of course, but some things (or some people) made it hard to enjoy.

mrs. danforth takes her phone from your hand and answers it with concern.

“yes, derek, what do you want?” her stern strict voice questions.

damn it.

you pray to whatever god was up there that you didn’t have to deal with another one of his messes he can’t seem to clean up himself. you continue your path behind mrs. danforth, hoping to hear what derek has to say.

“i’m at the beach house. you’re welcome to join if you behave.” mrs. danforth tells derek.

you internally curse yourself for ever agreeing to this job in the first place.

she goes quiet for a moment, taking in what derek has to say. your eyes don’t leave the back of her head as she continues her signature strut through the hall. with every step she takes, she radiates nothing but confidence.

the guards around the both of you seem to pay no mind to her or the phone, and you begin to wonder if your body language has changed at all since mrs. danforth took the call. you sigh and roll your shoulders back, trying to keep perfect posture with every step.

“fine. no drugs.. give my assistant the details. love you. i have to go.” mrs. danforth quickly hangs up the phone and stops when she gets to the room filled with important people.

she turns to you and places her phone in your hands, then says, “derek’s joining me this weekend, help me keep him sober for the party.”

“yes ma’am, i love babysitting.” you smile, amusing yourself. she nods you off and puts a smile on her face, turning back to the people she’s here to talk to.

“madam president, this is..” you begin to introduce the people in a sorted line, all eager to meet your boss.

you feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and when you leave the conference room, you see multiple texts from derek. he informs you about what time he’s arriving, who will all be with him, etc. you roll your eyes at the text and put your phone back in your pocket without replying.

♡ • ♡ • ♡ • ♡

on the day of derek’s arrival, mrs. danforth is no where to be found. she told you she had an important meeting in the afternoon and she was sure to be back before the party started. did she really leave you to take care of derek by yourself?

you wait for derek and the others outside of the beach house, the sun shining in your eyes. you look up, eyes squinting, and see derek’s private jet flying overhead. you look back down and try to look as professional as possible, hoping he could take you seriously.

when the jet lands, you put your hand above your eyes to block the sun. you definitely should have brought sunglasses.

you scan the aircraft for anything you should take note of. after the guards gets out, derek slowly steps out with an unopened bottle of vodka in hand.

you take a moment to really take in his appearance, and you could almost laugh. he was wearing a green suit with a yellow and greenish button up underneath, and his hair had been dyed blonde at the tips. he’s always had a “different” sense of style, but this really takes the cake.

derek walks up to you and looks you up and down, then looks around the property. you felt small when he looks at you like that, but remind yourself that you’re supposed to be in charge. you straighten your back, and follow his gaze around the beach house.

“where’s my mother?” he questions, still searching.

“she has an important meeting but she should be back before the guests arrive. your mom wouldn’t want you to have this, anyways.” you reply, taking the bottle from his hand.

“well if she’s not here, then it doesn’t matter, does it sweetheart?” he says, smirking. you roll your eyes at the nickname and turn around to walk away.

“no, but when she gets here,” you start, turning your head to the side to make sure he hears every word, “it will be my fault. so until your mommy gets here, i’ll be in charge.”

derek scoffs at your answer, but when he sees how serious you are, he frowns.

“come on, she won’t be here for a few hours. let a guy have some fun,” he drags out, hoping you’ll give in.

you laugh at his words, and it must really get to him. but before he can open his mouth add any stupid remark, you’re both happily greeted by the people at the front of the beach house waiting to take his belongings.

“here, take this,” you say, giving the bottle of vodka to the woman closest to you and leaning in, “and put it somewhere he can’t find it.” you add in a quiet voice that you know derek won’t hear.

you turn back to him and smile innocently, then begin telling the woman you would like everything to be.

“what the fuck? that was some expensive wine, you know,” derek says to you. you couldn’t care less about the price of it, as long as it wasn’t in his hands before mrs. danforth got here. you were given an order, and you weren’t going to disobey it.

“derek?” you begin, completely ignoring his words. “tell this nice lady where to put your stuff, hm?”

♡ • ♡ • ♡ • ♡

derek seems absolutely miserable and he’s only been here an hour. you confiscated everything his mother ordered you to take the second he walked in the door, and of course he tried to fight to keep every last thing.

“i don’t understand what the big deal is. my mom won’t be here for a while, anyways.” he argues, watching you search through his last suitcase, frowning when you pull out a small bag of white powder.

“your mom may not be here, but i will.” you correct, turning behind you to give the last of his “hidden items” to the maid.

you glance over derek’s shoulder to check the clock behind him. you still have time until mrs. danforth gets here, so you might as well start getting ready.

“i’m going to go change, stay here.” you tell derek, smiling when he furrows his eyebrows at your order.

“i’m not a dog, stop ordering me around like one.” he grumbles with his arms crossed.

you give him a toothy smile and turn away, making your way up the stairs to the room you’re staying in.

you open up the door and immediately start searching through the top drawer of your dresser. you wanted to look nice, of course, but not too nice. you’ve done nothing but wear your absolute best business attire everyday for as long as you can remember with this job, and you finally got to wear something different.

you find the perfect dress that fits your body well, and you smile at your reflection in the mirror, seeing how well the dress looks on you. it’s been forever since you’ve let yourself wear anything other than the best, so wearing this felt so freeing. even though it was still pretty nice, it wasn’t business attire.. and you loved that. you take one last look at yourself then walk down the stairs.

you go into the main room and see derek sitting on the couch, talking to one of his colleagues.

you would have to be blind if you missed derek’s reaction.

derek’s eyes widen the moment he sees you and you thought they would pop out of his head. he sets down the glass in his hand after he chokes on the contents inside.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you taunt, sitting down next to him on the sofa.

derek scoffs at your comment and starts picking at the side of his face, another one of his habits you didn’t like.

“don’t do that,” you scold, swatting his hand away, “it will leave scars.”

“and why do you care what i do, sweetheart?” derek questions, even though he already put his hand down.

you roll your eyes at the nickname he knows you hate, throwing your head back against the cushion. derek’s friend dismisses himself and begins greeting others the hallway, leaving you and derek alone. you find yourself in the company of derek, finally enjoying a private moment together, free from any outside disturbances.

you glance over to derek to see him already staring at you, then quickly looks away when you make eye contact.

“are you seriously going to wear.. that?” you ask derek, pulling on his green blazer. he takes offense to your comment, ripping his shirt out of your grip.

“calm down, derek. i’m just kidding.” you say, smiling widely at him. he folds his arms and turns away from you like a child. you laugh at his reaction and close your eyes, leaning your head on your hand that lays on the armrest. the silence was nice.

your eyes furrow when you realize how quiet derek is being. you’ve known derek for as long as you’ve had this job, and him being quiet was extremely rare, almost impossible. the silence was wonderful, and you could actually almost tolerate derek.

your eyes flutter open and you see derek staring at the wall, deep in thought. you observe the way the soft glow from the sun outside the window dances across his features. it would be impossible to not realize how beautiful derek was. sure, he had an .. interesting way of expressing himself through his outfits (or hair), but his features were mesmerizing. you look down at his hands that now rest in his lap, and you can’t help your mind from wandering.

no, you can’t think about that kind of stuff with your boss’s son, you thought. but you really can’t help it. attempting to break the silence, you clear your throat to get derek’s attention.

“what are you thinking about, sweetheart?” you say, using his own stupid nickname for you against him. like you pulled him out of a trance, he looks up at you and shakes his head.

“sorry” he apologizes, cracking his knuckles against his thigh.

“i’ve never seen you so quiet, derek. what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” you question, suddenly gaining a new found sense of confidence.

derek cocks an eyebrow at you and smirks, but before he can say anything, a housekeeper walks into the room you and derek are situated in.

“excuse me, mrs. danforth is here.”

you thank the woman for informing you both and look over at derek, seeing that he’s already standing up. derek quickly dismisses himself and you sigh, the room feeling empty without his presence.

soon, the party will start, you thought to yourself. did mrs. danforth seriously expect you to be able to keep a man like derek danforth away from any drugs for the entire duration of the party? your tongue plays with the side of your mouth as you think, soon following derek outside.

♡ • ♡ • ♡ • ♡

once guests started arriving, you realized how out of place you felt. you wanted to enjoy the party on your own, but instead you have to watch derek like a child. you have not let derek out of your sight for the whole party, but when you realize you haven’t seen him for more than a few moments to get a drink, your heart sinks.

you quickly search around the party, desperately trying to find him. you ask people if they’ve seen him, and when they shake their heads, you feel a heat rush to your face.

why did you have to be his personal babysitter? if he can’t stay sober for one weekend, that’s completely his fault. it shouldn’t be your responsibility to constantly keep up with a twenty eight year old man all the time.

you stop in the middle of the crowded room and take a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts. when you spot derek, you’re not sure if you’re happy or angry. you see him leaning against the doorframe, talking to a girl you don’t recognize. feeling upset and relieved emotions intertwine, you walk over to him and grab his arm tightly. he jumps at the touch, but when he turns around and sees who it is, his eyebrows furrow.

“can’t you see i’m in the middle of a conversation?” derek asks, slightly annoyed that you interrupted him.

“i need to talk to you,” you scowl, completely avoiding his question. before he can pick a fight, you practically drag him by his arm into the hallway. you pull him into the first empty room you find and slam the door behind you, locking it just in case anyone decides to interrupt.

“what the hell, derek?” you scold, annoyed that he wandered from you, “why did you walk away?”

“i’m not some child that needs to be told what to do, I’m a grown man.” derek snaps at you.

even though you’re annoyed with him, you can’t help the laugh that falls from your lips at his words.

“what’s so funny? do you know how embarrassing it feels to have someone have to constantly watch me like i’m some child?” derek throws his hands in the air dramatically and stares at you sharply, waiting for a reply.

you honestly didn’t know what to say. you will admit that you’ve only thought about yourself today, and didn’t bother to think about how it made derek feel.

you walk closer to him and study his features for a moment. you see the way his jaw clenches slightly, and how there’s a hint of red in his face. you didn’t mean to upset him, but with his child-like temper, it’s really not hard to push his buttons.

“you know, i wouldn’t have to babysit you if you could just listen to what your mom says.” you argue, pointing a finger in his face.

derek’s voice is now filled with irritation and annoyance,“you might be my moms assistant, but I’m the one that decides what i want to do and what i don’t want to do. i don’t need to take orders from someone who only cares about what my mother has to say, not about me.” derek’s eyes narrow as he keeps eye contact with you, not wanting to look away.

your eyes widen as you look into his, shocked at what he had to say. you open your mouth but no words come out, and derek scoffs at you.

“don’t have anything to say?” derek taunts.

you stare into his eyes for a few moments more, then look at the ground in defeat. you look to see derek’s hands clenched, his nails digging into the palm.

“i do care about you, derek. but you have to realize that if your mom tells me to do something, i have to do it. it’s my job.” you explain, voice more calm than before. derek rolls his eyes and sighs.

“did my mother tell you that she’ll give you a raise if you pretend to care about me?” he asks, annoyance lingering in his voice. your face scrunches up at his harsh words. you couldn’t believe he thought so lowly of you.

“this might sound crazy to you, derek, but not everything is about money. i’m actually a real person with genuine feelings.”

the tension in the room is almost suffocating, and you can’t stand to see derek annoyed.

derek opens his mouth to say something back, but before he can get one word out, you cut him off with a kiss. he pushes you back slightly, confused as to why you just did that. embarrassment washes over you but before you dwell on it, derek grabs your face roughly and begins to kiss you again.

you knew that derek would not be a gentle man, but the way he was kissing you had you convinced your lips would be sore the next morning. he bites your bottom lip aggressively, pulling your lips apart so he can put his tongue inside.

derek groans when he first feels your tongue brush against his, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. he wastes no time exploring your mouth harshly, like the only oxygen left in the world was from your lips.

derek’s lips tastes slightly sweet and you swore you could get drunk on the taste.

even though his kiss was aggressive, he begins to rub soothing circles with his thumbs on the side of your face. the feeling of his calloused hands holding your face while he was kissing you had your mind racing and begging for more.

he pulls away from your lips, looking at how your lips are already swollen. he puts his bottom lip between his teeth, staring at you thoughtfully. derek softly kisses your lips a few more times, contradicting the previous kisses he left. he grabs you by your hips and drags you to the bed, pushing you on your back. you gasp at the impact, not expecting to be manhandled like the way he is handling you now.

“don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to do this,” derek whispers and crawls over you, situating himself between your legs. derek reconnects your lips again and it feels even better than before. his kisses are so hungry and desperate for yours. you felt like forgot how to breathe.

this is wrong, you thought to yourself. this is all wrong. you shouldn’t be making out with your boss’s son under her own roof. your mind keeps telling you to stop and leave him there, but your body is aching for his touch. if it was so wrong, why did it feel so good?

derek’s hips slowly rut against your clothed cunt and you swear you’re on cloud nine. everything was moving so fast and it felt like the room was spinning. you whine loudly against his lips and he swallows your sounds.

after breaking the kiss, he brings his head down and begins to suck dark circles into your neck. you put your hand in his hair and start playing with his bleached curls, tugging lightly on the ends.

when derek finds your sweet spot just above your collarbone, he abuses it with tongue and sucks on it harshly. while he does so, you accidentally pull his hair a bit too hard, but to your surprise, he doesn’t get upset. instead, he groans loudly and his hips jolt forward aggressively.

you smile at this new discovery and start pulling his curls harder, which quickly turns him into a mess. he can’t help the moans that come out of his mouth with every pull while simultaneously pushing his hips down to meet yours. he felt like a horny teenager, dry humping you for pleasure.

even though he didn’t want to stop, he also didn’t want to cum completely untouched. he wanted to hold out for as long as possible, but considering how much he’s daydreamed about this happening, he knew he wouldn’t last as long as he wanted to.

derek pulls away from your neck and looks back up at you, staring at your face in complete admiration. your lips are formed into a puffy pout while your eyebrows are pinched together softly. you looked so needy like this, and he was thankful he wasn’t the only one. he looks down at your body underneath him, eyes locking on the way your hips are angled up.

derek brings hand down to your aching cunt and pulls your underwear to the side. he runs his middle finger through your folds and his eyes widen.

“jesus christ, you’re this wet for me?” he smirks, his confidence skyrocketing.

you wanted to argue with him, but all you could do was shudder when his calloused finger began to circle your clit with slow, antagonizing circles. you didn’t want him to see how good he made you feel, so in an attempt to silence your moans, you put your bottom lip between your teeth. all this does is make derek move his finger faster. your mouth falls open in an ‘o’ shape, and derek feels accomplished when a loud moan leaves your lips.

derek replaces his middle finger with his thumb on your clit and slowly slides his middle finger in.

“you’re so fucking tight,” derek groans, watching as your pussy swallows his finger. he gives you a moment to adjust before he curls it a few times, perfectly hitting the spongey spot inside of you.

you pull him up by his collar and kiss him again, trying to hide your moans. derek muffles every sound you make and loving every second of it. he wishes he could hear every sound from you, but knew you wouldn’t let him hear you easily.

you were stubborn and he knew that. you didn’t want derek to know that you’ve been thinking about this as long as he has, but when he adds another finger, you’re falling apart.

his fingers feeling perfect inside of you, with his thumb massaging your clit. derek pulls away from your lips and looks back down at his hand, then back up at you.

“can i taste you?” derek asks, searching your face for approval.

you swore you could cum from hearing those words alone.

“yes, please. you whine a bit too loud, then quickly cover your mouth with your hand.

“you want the whole house to hear how much of a whore you are for the president’s son?” derek mocks.

you moan against your hand at his words, eyes rolling back when he curls his fingers in a certain way inside of you. you push his head down to your cunt, begging for him to eat you out. derek pulls his fingers out of you for a moment to pull your underwear off, and the coolness in the air made your hips jolt.

derek smirks at your action, then places his head between your thighs. you look down at him to see him already staring at you.

you push his head against your pussy, moaning when his nose brushes against your clit. you take your hand off your mouth and move both of your hands into his hair, guiding him through it.

derek licks your pussy from your cunt up to your clit a few times, tasting you.

“you taste so fucking good.” he mumbles against you, and the vibrations of his words have you a mess. you knew you wouldn’t last long with him like this, especially after he fingered you earlier.

you wrap your legs around his head tightly, trapping him between your thighs. he seems to pay no mind though, since he just continues to lap your pussy like his life depended on it.

the way derek sucks on your clit sends a shiver down your spine. you feel the bed shaking slightly, and when you look down, you see his hips rutting against the bed. your eyes widen when you see that, surprised that he can get off so easily just by eating you out. the thought has you clenching around nothing as he continues to suck on your clit, using his tongue to flick it harshly.

you arch your back against the bed, throwing your head back against the pillows. you pull on derek’s bleached curls and he moans against your clit loudly.

you cry out at the feeling, pushing your hips against his face. derek lets you get yourself off with his tongue, the bed only shaking more due to derek’s movements.

you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, taking in the feeling. derek’s stubble is rubbing against your thighs, and you wondered if they would be marked. you didn’t want to think about anything other than the feeling of derek eating you out though, so you quickly push the thought of your mind.

derek’s hands are gripping your outer thighs tightly, leaving crescent moon shaped marks.

the sound of the bed shaking is now evident, you and derek both rutting your hips for pleasure.

“derek— fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you whimper, hoping derek can hear you with how tightly your squeezing his head between your legs. derek only speeds up his movements against your clit, sucking on your clit harshly. he takes his two fingers he previously had inside of you and pushes them back in. the stretch around his fingers felt perfect.

he curls them up into you at a quickening pace, even moving them in and out of you for more stimulation.

after a few more curls of his moving fingers, you’re gushing around them. you lock derek’s hair in your fingers and pull up, moving his head in the way you want to. derek groans loudly and ruts his hips down a few more times. one of his hands is shaking on your thigh as the other continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

you see stars with how hard you came, completely going limp against the bed. derek doesn’t slow down, his tongue perfectly overstimulating your clit. soon though, it becomes too much, and you’re pulling him off of you.

derek slowly pulls his fingers out of you, and you whine at the loss. he plops down next to you, breathing heavily. your slick is coating his face, and he looks beautiful. his curls were now all messed up due to you constantly pulling at them. there was a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead, and he was shaking slightly. you kiss him again, but not like before. you kiss him slowly, enjoying the moment. you gasp against his lips when you taste yourself on his tongue. derek lets you take control of the kiss, following your touch as you explore his mouth, continuing to taste yourself.

you pull away, putting your forehead against derek’s. you close your eyes, letting yourself fully relax.

“thank you,” you whisper to derek, who seems to be just as tired as you are. you look down at his pants, seeing a wet stain on the front of them. your eyes widen and derek follows your gaze, gasping when he sees what he did.

did he seriously cum in his pants while eating you out?

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[joshhutchersonsgf]

Mike and thigh worship 😭‼️‼️🙏 no because I needdddd this so bad like UGHH god this man would actually be a sucker for thighs like give that man a thigh job and he’s all over u

NO BECAUSE THIS IS SO REAL.

nsfw | mdni | fem!reader | thigh job | cursing | praise | sub/softdom!mike

♡ whenever you and mike first started dating, he was sooo nervous to touch you. he didn’t want to make his pretty girl uncomfortable

♡ then, when he realized that you were okay with it (and encouraged it all the time), he let himself be more touchy.

♡ he was hesitant at first, not knowing when or where to touch you properly (poor thing was so touch starved)

♡ but soon it turned into him not being able to be around you without holding your hand, having his arm around your shoulders, or his hand on your thigh.

♡ mike was a sucker for your thighs, and let you know it all the time.

♡ anytime you wore something that showed a bit more skin on your upper legs, he would practically drool and not be able to keep his eyes away from them.

♡ “oh my god.” he would say when you showed him your new skirt, twirling around and smiling at him. “that’s— you look beautiful, the skirt is.. beautiful” he trails off, eyes wide and cock already twitching.

♡ you never realized the impact your thighs had on your mikey until he was eating you out and subtly asked (begged) for you to give him a thigh job.

♡ “fuck baby, you don’t know what you do to me,” he says between your thighs, gripping them for support, “god i want— i want to fuck your thighs.” he whispers, mumbling against your sensitive clit.

♡ you stop rolling your hips against him and grab his hair tighter, earning a whine from him in return. you pull him up by his hair to where his head is resting on your left thigh, face glistening with your slick.

♡ “what did you say, mike?” you say, wondering if you were in a horny bliss or if your boyfriend actually just said he wants to fuck your thighs.

♡ “hm?” he says, furrowing his eyebrows and acting dumb. it was obvious he was lying though, his eyes wide and scanning your face for any look of disapproval. you only return his look with a smile and pull your legs away from his head.

♡ “you wanna fuck my thighs?” you say, sitting up against the headboard. his mind immediately races at your question.

♡ “oh my god, please. please, baby i’ll do anything. just wanna feel you and your thighs ple—“ you cut him off with a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. he groans into the kiss, pulling himself up and putting his hands on your waist.

♡ you crawl off the bed and move him to the edge. he takes this as a sign to stand up and follows you off the bed. you lay down on the end of the bed, arching your back against the comforter. you look back at him, ass just inches away from what you want most, your pupils blown and skin lightly glowing from sweat.

♡ mike looks at you, eyes wide and cock aching. “can i, baby?” he asks again, even though it’s obvious you want him to.

♡ “yes, fuck, please.” you whine, wiggling your hips back onto his dick, straining in his pants.

♡ mike practically jumps out of his pants and boxers, lining his dick up just under your pussy.

♡ he pushes his dick in between your thighs, brushing over your pussy, causing you both to whine. usually, he would have taken it slow, but poor mike was just so desperate to cum. he’s been waiting for this for god knows how long.

♡ he wasted no time moving his hips back and forth, the head of his dick perfectly hitting your sensitive clit every time. you begin to rock your hips against his dick, needing to get some friction.

♡ eventually he stops moving altogether, letting you move how you see fit (he was enjoying the show you put on for him). you rock your hips back faster, moaning his name out like a prayer as his precum drips down your thighs, only adding more slick between your legs.

♡ “so fucking— holy shit, baby.” he moans loudly, gripping your waist tightly and starting his pace again.

♡ you clench around nothing once he starts his pace again, knowing he’s close. he pulls your upper body up from your waist, snaking his hand around your neck to stabilize himself. (not hurting you, of course.)

♡ your legs are shaking, and you don’t know how much longer you can hold on. you feel his free hand leave your waist and go up to your chest, pulling lightly at your left nipple.

♡ “i’m— oh fuck, i’m cumming” mike whines, and you feel his dick twitch a few times, leaving your inner thighs sticky and legs shaking.

♡ but don’t think he stopped without making you cum again. of course he has to take care of you too. he goes right back to where he started, eating you out like his life depended on it, cleaning up any mess made on your thighs.

♡ after this incident, you better believe mike could never get enough of your thighs. if you were near him, his hand was on your thigh. sometimes, he even put his hand between your legs. not even in a sexual way, he just claims he does it to warm his hands up.

AAAHHH OMG I LOVED THIS REQUEST !! i hope my writing fit your expectations, i had so much fun writing this :) please feel free to send more requests!

[joshhutchersonsgf]

I LOVED YOUR FIC so much!!!! would totally love to see a fic written in your style with a slightly possessive mike? maybe someone's flirted with you at the bar... or an ex has hit you up and he's trying to hide how possessive he is but it comes out anyway? protective/posessive mike just makes my brain go BRRRRRRRRRRR <33

I LOVE THIS SUGGESTION SO MUCH, THANK YOU !!!

also i’m so sorry this took so long to post, it took way longer than expected to write

nsfw | mdni | fem!reader | jealousy | soft!dom/possessive!mike | cursing | praise | porn with plot | unprotected sex | cunnilingus

even though mike didn’t have much, he absolutely loved spoiling you. him constantly giving you gifts, taking you shopping (you always felt bad for making him buy you anything), and dates every free day he had wasn’t uncommon for your relationship.

even if the dates weren’t anywhere expensive, most nights just spending the night and cuddling while watching movies, you enjoyed every moment with mike. he knew exactly how to treat you, and he was such a gentleman.

tonight, mike wanted to show you how much he really cared about you (as if it wasn’t obvious enough) and saved up every extra penny he could to take you out to your favorite restaurant.

he adored seeing your face light up when he told you the plan, and watched as you hurriedly rushed to your room to get ready.

when you came out of your room finally dressed, mike stared at you in awe. “baby, you look.. you look so beautiful” he says, eyes wide and fumbling with his hands awkwardly.

you thought it was always so cute how nervous mike got around you. you guys have been dating for a while now, but he still is just as nervous with you as he was at the beginning of the relationship.

you weren’t shy to admit how amazing mike looked. he had on a black button up with nice, formal pants. his hair looks like he styled it (or tried to), and you thought it was adorable. you smiled widely at him, going over and pulling on his arm.

“come onnnn we’re gonna be late!” you say, pulling him to the front door.

you and mike arrive at the restaurant, and are seated fairly quickly. mike offers to buy you two a drink before your orders are taken, and you happily agree.

when the waiter comes by to take your order, mike notices how weird he’s acting with you. mike usually pays no mind to men like him, knowing his girlfriend is obviously a beautiful woman and expected her to get attention. but something was different about him. the waiter wasn’t just trying to take your order, he was obviously flirting with you right in front of him! how could you not realize?

after the waiter is done “just taking both of your orders”, mike has this expression on his face.

“what?” you ask, completely oblivious to what could have caused the look on mike’s face.

“are you joking? that guy was obviously just flirting with you.” he mumbles, his eyes looking a darker shade in the lighting of the restaurant.

you can’t help but laugh at mikes reaction, not expecting to see him so jealous. in fact, now that you’re thinking about it, you have never seen mike jealous. why was he suddenly so upset?

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, mike. it’s his job to talk to us.” you say, not breaking eye contact. mike furrows his eyebrows, and looks at you for a moment, a mix of anger and confusion on his face.

“did you really not notice that he was only talking to you? he barely even looked at me when he asked what i wanted, he was too busy being completely memorized by you.” he says, louder than he meant to.

you stare at him, completely dumbfounded. you never thought he would be so jealous over a simple conversation. i mean it was just a simple conversation, right? why would that guy flirt with you? you were sure he just wanted some extra money.

“look, mikey, im really sorry. let’s not let this ruin our night, okay?” you whisper, not wanting to draw any attention to your table.

mike sighs and looks down, realizing he hurt you. he would never hurt you on purpose, of course. he just got upset. how could a guy just flirt with his girl right in front of him? he looks back up to meet your gaze, giving you a soft smile.

it was hard for mike to communicate his true feelings, he wanted to apologize, and you knew that. you returned his smile and dinner continued on like normal.

mike always tried his best for you. you knew how stressed he was, always thinking that he wasn’t enough, so you had to constantly reassure him that the dinner was perfect. his cheeks didn’t change from a light shade of pink, and you thought it was the cutest.

when the waiter brought the bill, though, you seriously thought mike was going to flip the table. the waiter handed you the receipt, but mike grabbed it before you did, taking it from the waiters grasp. mike looked down at the bill and cocked an eyebrow. he looked up at the waiter and before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“—mike please, just leave it. let’s go home.” you beg, already putting your stuff in your bag and standing up.

mike crinkled the bill in his hand and slowly stood up, not breaking eye contact with the waiter. the tension in the room was so thick, you felt as if you were suffocating. you quickly grabbed mike’s hand and thanked the waiter, telling mike to pay so you could just leave.

after mike paid the bill, you both walked back to the car. you were gripping his hand, reminding him that you did not want him to show out today. before you could even get to the car, mike pulled your arm back, stopping you from going any farther.

“what?” you say with an annoyed tone. when you look up to meet his eyes, you suddenly feel nervous you said the wrong thing. mike’s eyebrows are furrowed, and his face looks hurt in the dark light of the parking lot.

“what?” mike retorts, before looking back and the ground. he takes his hand away of yours and shoves them in the pockets of his suit pants, continuing to walk in the direction of the car.

“mike, can you stop for five seconds and explain to me what the fuck happened?” you whisper-yell, nervous people will hear you two fighting outside the restaurant.

mike stops in his tracks and slowly turns around, still staring at the ground.

“the bill had his number written on it.” he says under his breath, barely audible.

“what?” you question, genuinely not understanding.

“the bill had his fucking number on it.” mike says, more aggressively this time.

“so?” you ask, not seeing what the big deal about it is.

“he wanted you to call him,” he spits back at your words.

“the bill said that?” you question.

“why do you have to ask so many questions about it? do you want him that bad?” mike snapped, taking his hands out of his pockets and running them through his hair. his face was red, and he looked so stressed.

“mike, do you even hear yourself? you know i don’t like him. i don’t like anyone but you. just because someone’s nice to me doesn’t mean they like me. can you please just drive us home? i’m so over your bullshit.” you argued. you had no idea what’s gotten into mike, but it was really worrying you.

you walked to the car and opened the door, not even bothering to look back and see if he was following behind you. you got inside the car and buckled your seat belt, and mike got in not too long after.

most of the car ride home was in complete silence. you looked out the window while mike drove (definitely over the speed limit, but you were too upset to scold him about it).

only a few minutes into the ride, you feel mike’s hand snake up your thigh. that’s usually where his hand is while he’s driving anyway, but you didn’t expect him to want to touch you while he was in this mood.

the silent car ride gave you time to actually collect your thoughts and think even though it was hard to form thoughts when mike’s hand was on your thigh. although you don’t think you were in the wrong, you definitely think you could have handled it much better. but did mike have to get so angry? and why did it bother him as much as it did? you never thought your boyfriend would be that upset over a guy flirting with you.

when you pull into the driveway, mike just sits there for a second, only taking out the keys of the ignition then putting his hand right back on your thigh. you wondered if this was one of his ways to apologize.

after what felt like hours sitting in the silence of his car, you finally decide that if neither of you do something, you will be sitting here for a whole lot longer.

you gather your stuff and open the door, slamming it hard. you winced at the sound, thinking mike would tell you off, but he just sat in the car, deep in thought. you kind of wished he would get out after you, apologizing and beg for your forgiveness, but you knew he would be more stubborn than that.

before you can even shut the door, mikes shoe sticks in between the crack of the door. you open it back again slowly, and when mike walks in after you, you don’t get very far before he (lightly) pushes you up against the wall. you gasp, your heart beginning to race in your chest. mike’s hands grab your waist, and pulls himself closer towards you.

his mouth is only inches away from yours, and suddenly you’re forgetting all about the argument only minutes earlier. you’re nervous for his next move, so you decide to just close the gap between the both of you. you felt his breath hitch against you.

you can’t deny how badly you’ve wanted to kiss him all night. he looked so good when he dressed up. you always thought he looked hot but seeing him try on his appearance never fails to have you falling for him all over again.

mike deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, and when you part your lips and gasp, he takes that as his chance to stick his tongue inside.

mike loved being gentle with you, you were his perfect girl after all, and he didn’t want to hurt you in any way. but tonight, mike wanted to show you that you were his. no one else could have you.

mike pulled away from your lips and latched onto your neck, swirling his tongue and sucking on your sweet spot, not missing any moan that came out of your mouth.

while mike was marking up your neck, you begin to run your fingers through his hair. you knew how much he loved it, and you wanted him to know you were enjoying this. you couldn’t even remember why you were ever upset with him in the first place. how could you be upset with a man that knew how to make you feel so good?

while you were lost in thought, mike put his knee between your legs, pinning you against the wall. before you could say anything, mike went back up to your mouth and started kissing you again, more needy this time.

without thinking, you began to roll your hips down on mike’s knee, moaning against his mouth. mike it take full control of the kiss now, bringing his hands up to hold your boobs.

“fuck, mike,” you moan against his lips, and he starts to fondle your boobs through your clothes. wanting more, you grab his hand and bring it down between your legs, begging for his touch.

“you needed my touch that much, angel?” he questions, almost taunting you. you whine in response, but that only makes it worse, as he hasn’t even touched you yet. he only begins running his hand up and down your thigh, stopping right before he gets where you need it most.

he goes back to what he was doing and continues kissing your neck and collar bones, leaving marks that you know you’ll have to hide tomorrow.

mike finally puts his hand on you, feeling how wet you are through your underwear.

“shit, baby. you’re so wet,” he mumbles against your collarbone, slowly circling your clit with his fingers. you start bucking your hips into his hand, subtly telling him you need more.

mike begins circling your clit quicker with his middle and ring finger, and you’re already coming undone.

mike takes his hand out from between your legs and turns you around, unzipping your dress slowly. he continues to kiss the back of your neck, leaving lingering kisses on your upper back. his antagonizing pace causes you to whine, and he stops unzipping your dress completely. “are you impatient baby?” mike asks, his breath tickling your neck.

“please hurry mike, i don’t want to wait any longer.”

mike takes off your dress and flips you back around, not wasting any time to immediately start kissing you again. mike pulls you off the wall and takes his hands off your hips, moving backwards trying to find the couch. when his hand touches the cushion, he pushes you down onto it and crawls over you.

“don’t know how badly i’ve wanted to do this,“ mike says, kissing down your body until he got where you needed it most. “can i please eat you out baby? wanna show you how much you mean to me” he begs.

no matter how many times you guys did anything even remotely sexual, mike would always make sure you were okay with it. even though he knew you would say yes, he felt like he had to check with you to make sure everything was okay first.

after you give him a yes, he wasted no time pulling your underwear down.

earlier, he wanted to tease you. he wanted to take his precious time unzipping your dress, kissing your neck, kissing you. but now, he needed to taste you.

after pulling your underwear off your legs, he puts his face between them, and is inches away from your pussy.

“please, mikey.” you beg, anticipation in your voice.

like those were his magic words, he immediately dove in and started swirling his tongue around your clit.

your hands quickly go to his hair, lightly tugging on the ends. mike moans against your clit, flicking his tongue on it roughly.

“shit.. oh my god mike,” you moan loudly.

he started running his tongue up and down your folds, from your hole to your clit. you couldn’t control the moans that were coming out of your mouth, and you realized how lucky you were you both had the house to yourselves.

mike put his hands under your ass and pulled you closer to him, his nose directly on your sensitive bundle of nerves. you wrapped your legs around his head and tugged at his hair again, and he moaned against you. he moved one of his hands away from your ass and circled your hole with his middle finger. you bucked your hips up towards his hand, and he smiled against you.

“what do you want, baby?” mike questioned, knowing he was getting on your nerves.

“you know what i want, mike. please.” you begged, and he clearly didn’t take that as the right answer, because he didn’t do anything.

“hmm.. i don’t think i know what you want, you’ll have to use your words,” mike says, circling his tongue around your hole, where you desperately needed his fingers.

“shit, mike. i want your fingers inside of me. now.” you whine, hoping he shows mercy on you.

mike doesn’t want to torture you any longer, so he slowly (very slowly) slides his middle finger inside of you. he lets you adjust for a moment before curling it against your sensitive spot, and begins to lap your clit again.

mike gives you a time to adjust to his finger before adding a second, not going as slow this time. you arch your back against the couch and squeeze his head between your thighs. his name continuously falls from your lips, and you feel like you’re on cloud 9. with the feeling of his tongue on your clit with his fingers curling inside of you, its all just too much.

you feel your eyes begin to swell with tears due to the overstimulation. mike starts pumping his fingers in and out at a quickening pace, and your moans are only getting louder.

mike must realize your close, because he slowly stopped fucking you with his fingers and moves his mouth off your clit. the tears that were previously on the verge of falling ran down your cheeks, and you begged him to continue.

“i want you to cum on my dick, is that okay?” mike asks, making sure he has your consent.

you wondered if he thought you would ever really say no to that. you would never turn down the opportunity to have him inside of you, let alone after denying your orgasm.

“please, mike. you don’t know how much i need that.”

mike wastes no time pulling down his pants, causing his dick to come up and hit his stomach. he whimpered quietly at the impact, barely audible.

you sat up slightly on the couch and started unbuttoning mike’s button up while he jerked himself off.

“look at what you do to me,” mike says, indicating how hard his dick is. you looked down, and it looked beautiful. you weren’t sure if that was the right word to describe a dick, but you couldn’t think of a more fitting word for his. he was so big, and his dick was leaking precum at the tip. it was hard and throbbing, and you were practically drooling all over yourself just by looking at it.

“fuck,” mike moaned, “do you like what you see?” he says, smiling at you.

you bring your hand down to your clit, and start to touch yourself at the sight in front of you. he really did look so good. with his hand fisting his cock and shirt unbuttoned, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, you were sure you could cum from the sight alone.

“shit, baby, i need to be inside of you” mike says, and you both moan in unison.

mike lines his dick up with your hole, teasing you. he put his head in your neck and whined as he put his tip in. you sighed, feeling yourself stretch out to fit his length.

mike sat there for a moment with only his tip inside of you, breathing heavily against your neck.

“you’re so fucking tight.. jesus christ.” mike moans, pushing more inside of you. you will admit, the stretch hurt a lot. but it was a good hurt.

when mike was about halfway inside of you, he started to move his dick back and forth, slowly.

“mike— fuck, please don’t tease me.” you beg, desperate for his dick to be all the way inside of you, touching the spot inside of you that you needed to be touched most.

his thrusts were slow and sensual, and even though you loved how well he was stretching you out, you needed him. all of him. he continued his shallow thrusts into you, kissing your neck.

his lazy thrusts started getting more intense as he pushed all the way inside of you, completely bottoming out against you.

“you take me so, so well” mike whined against your skin. you moaned in reply, and hooked your legs behind his back, pulling him closer. he started humping into you at a quickening pace, and you arched your back off the couch.

“you feel—god, you feel so good inside of me, mike!” you moan loudly.

“no one can..fuck ..” mike starts, cutting himself off with a whine when he feels you clench around him. “no one can make you.. feel like this.. only me.” he grunts. he pushes himself up to where his forehead is against yours, lips almost touching.

“only you, mike.. god i—” he cuts you off with a kiss, and brings his hand up to your chest and starts to fondle one of your nipples. you put your hand against your pussy to rub fast circles on your clit.

you pull your mouth off his and look up at him. he looked so beautiful right now, you were in complete awe. his eyebrows were furrowed, and his bottom lip was between his teeth. his sweaty hair was curling against his forehead and he had tears at the brims of his eyelids.

“mike.. im gonna cum!” you whimper loudly, and he braces his hands on your waist. he thrusts fast and hard into you, and before you know it, you’re cumming on his dick. your orgasm hits like a wave, and you’re moaning so loud, you were sure the neighbors could hear. your back is arched off the couch and your legs are shaking against mike. your moaning his name like a prayer as you come down from your high, and not long after, mike is cumming too. he pulls out and cums all over you. your boobs, your stomach, your thighs, everywhere.

you both stay still for a moment, catching your breaths. mike sits up against the couch and grabs your hand.

“oh my god, that was amazing.” mike says before getting up to get a towel.

he comes back and immediately starts cleaning you up, wiping you from all of his (and your own) cum.

aftercare with mike was always heavenly. he would lay with you for a moment, allowing you to catch your breath, then get up and run a warm bath for the both of you. after that, you would lay in his arms until the both of you fell asleep. ♡

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JOSHHUTCHERSONSGF’s MASTERLIST ♡

♡ will write for any josh character

♡ a judgement free zone, however i will NOT write things like ageplay, underage characters, scat, water sports, rape, cnc, etc..

mike schmidt

- “just relax.”

- mike lovessss thighs

- jealous mike

- mike comforting reader with a sore back (fluff)

- dom!mike (omg?)

billy (burn)

- billy smoking while you ride him

derek danforth

- “million dollar man.”

- “why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

clapton davis

- “don’t stop.”

peeta mellark

- riding peeta

josh futturman

- cockwarming josh while he’s gaming (f!reader)

- cockwarming josh while he’s gaming (gn! reader)

[joshhutchersonsgf]

guysssss send me requests please i’m out of ideas (only wrote one fic)

[joshhutchersonsgf]

ughhh your billy fic was sooo good omg i always wanted one exactly like what you wrote and you have no idea how happy i got when i saw it 😳❤️

AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH !! this makes me so happy when people send me messages about my work, please feel free to send requests! want to hear more from you guys :3

[xcherryerim]

Mexican Mike headcanon where Reader and Mike plan out a small quinceañera for Abby

@joshhutchersonsgf and i been crying about this

also her dress and ramo idc im right

@sleepyhutcherson @schmidtsbf

[xcherryerim]

— Wip Wednesday 🫧

Thank you to @futureman for the tag 🫶🏻 can’t wait to read the futturman smut bc it sounds soooo good already (i’m foaming at the mouth)

This is a little sneak peek of an upcoming friends to lovers gn!reader x Mike smut/fluff .

I started to write this literally yesterday so sorry if it’s REALLY rough.

"I'm here for you. Here for you, no matter what," he murmurs, pulling away slightly. "And if you ever need a reminder of that," Mike grins, "just look at me."

"Mike—" you began, but he cut you off.

"I care about you more than I can express, and I want to be here for you," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "I don't want you to feel alone in this. And maybe, just maybe, I can be the person who makes you feel alive, happy, and loved."

It’s finished, check it out!

no pressure tags ♡: @joshhutchersonsgf @freak-accident419 @stop-talking

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@joshhutchersonsgf is a home wrecker!