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imaginedisish · 10 months ago

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Guess (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! Here is the enemies to lovers/hate fucking fic! Thank you to the anon who requested it <3 Sort of inspired by "Guess" by Charli and Billie. Enjoy y'all!

Summary: Logan hates you; you're sure of it. And so, you hate him too. But when you're forced to run drills with him, you're left to guess whether your frustration is genuine...or if it's something else. And it is definitely something else.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!!! Thigh riding, oral (m! and f!receiving), Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), cockwarming, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hate(?)-fucking, enemies to lovers, dom!Logan, kinda?mean!Logan (he gets nice dw), cocky!Logan, forced proximity, rough sex, manhandling, praise kink, reader has hair (no descriptions at all tho), so much sexual tension, afab!/f!reader, some fighting at the beginning, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it.

Word Count: 4083 did I mention this is basically porn without plot

Logan knew exactly how to drive you insane. Knew exactly how to get under your skin. It was infuriating. He was infuriating. Him and his aloofness. He was unapproachable, impossible to talk to. And when you were able to crack his shell—to get him to speak—it was almost always to say something cocky, to be his frustratingly smug self.

And, naturally, Scott assigned you and Logan as partners to run today’s combat drills.

“A-are you sure about this, Scott?” You ask, looking to the front of the gym, where he’s standing. “I usually run drills with Rogue, and we work pretty well to—”

“What is it, princess?” Logan mocks, cutting you off. “Afraid I’ll beat you? Afraid to get your hands dirty for once?”

You roll your eyes. “You are the worst, you know that?” Logan works his jaw, furrowing his brows. He stalks toward you.

“Save it,” Scott says, hands on his hips, striding between you and Logan. “All you two do is bicker. It’s like watching a married couple fight.” You part your lips, ready to protest, but Scott cuts you off. “Take your stances.” He looks to Logan, and then to you. “And no using your abilities, understood?” He tilts his head, waiting for you to answer.

You groan. “Fine. Yes. Understood.” You shake your head, digging your heels into the ground and clenching your fists.

Scott backs away, nodding to both of you. “On my mark,” he shouts, his voice echoing against the walls of the gym. “Ready,” he says, clicking the stopwatch in his hand. “And…” He trails off. Your eyes search Logan’s face, watching the way he grinds his teeth, the way his brows furrow. Your heart thumps in your chest, blood boiling through your veins. “Go!”

Logan lunges at you immediately, and you dodge to the left. “Here, kitty, kitty,” you tease, smirking, raising your hand and beckoning him closer. He growls, his knuckles white as he lunges at you again. This time, you meet the force of his body with a swift kick to the chest.

But he grabs your ankle and twists, throwing you off balance. You crash to the ground, and Logan is immediately on top of you. He pins you down, straddling you, his hands gripping your wrists tightly above your head. You grunt, squirming underneath him. He smiles down at you—that shit-eating grin spread wide across his face.

“What?” He coos, leaning over you, his face just inches from yours. “Cat got your tongue?” You can feel his breath on your lips, can feel the way his thumbs brush gently across the sensitive skin of your wrists. You’re suddenly…confused by how nice the proximity feels, his weight on yours. There’s something relieving about it. You can smell him—musk and pine, leather and denim. What the fuck is this? You think to yourself.

You shake yourself out of whatever trance you’ve let yourself fall under, and knee Logan swiftly in the groin. He grunts, his hold on your wrists loosening, giving you the opportunity to wrap your legs around his waist, swing to the left, roll Logan over onto his back, and straddle him.

His hands reach for your hips, but you stop him, gripping his wrists. Your arms shake as he resists your hold. His force, his strength, it hurts—it’s almost too much for you to bear.

“F-fuck,” you stutter, struggling to keep him down. You inhale deeply, concentrating. “N-not letting you w-win.”

He chuckles, slowly but surely overtaking you. “Let go,” he soothes mockingly. “Just let it happen. It’ll feel so good when you let me have this. No more pain.” You shake harder, trembling, heat building uncontrollably in the bottom of your belly. You swallow harshly, trying to ignore the way his words make you feel. “Let me win, princess.”

“N-no,” you protest, your grip on his wrists tightening. But it’s no use. He breaks free, his hands suddenly on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Too late,” he whispers. He rolls you back over, holding you by the hips, pinning you down to the ground harder than before. “Looks like I won after all, pretty girl.”

You squirm underneath him, bringing your hands to his chest, pushing against him with all your strength. But it’s no use. He doesn’t budge. “Not fair,” you huff, digging your nails into his t-shirt. He groans, and you swear he leans into your touch.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Stop that.” But something in his voice makes you think that maybe he doesn’t want you to.

“Why?” You ask, squinting your eyes, only digging harder.

“Goddammit,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut. “Because you’re gonna have to finish what you start.” His muscles flex as he grabs your wrists with one hand, tearing them from his chest, while his fingers grip your hip tightly with the other. He pins your hands above your head, just like he did before.

“Time!” Scott yells. But Logan doesn’t let go. He’s still holding you in place, your chest pressed to his. “Logan, time! You two are fucking ridiculous. You need to sort this out!” Scott yells again. Logan loosens his grip on your wrists, but he doesn’t let go.

“What?” You spit. “You hate me so much that winning isn’t good enough for you?” You shake your head, pulling your wrists free from his grasp. You can feel the tension between the two of you sharpen like a knife. The air is thick and heavy, dizzying. His other hand is still on your hip, his nails digging into your flesh. It stings, but part of you likes it. Part of you doesn’t want him to let go. You secretly hope he leaves bruises, proof that he had touched you. But he hates you—and you’re supposed to hate him. You brush the feelings off and shove them down deep.

“Get off of her, Logan,” Scott chides, his boots next to your face. “You won. The match is over.”

Logan’s eyes don’t leave yours as he lets go of your hip and sits back on his knees. You push yourself up and walk to the other side of the room, taking a swig from your water bottle. When you turn back around, Logan is still on his knees in the middle of the floor, staring at you.

“Dick,” you mumble, not truly meaning it as the words fall from your lips. You turn back around and storm towards the doors, water bottle in hand. “I’m done!” You shout. You shove the doors open and head down the hall, away from the gym, away from Logan.

And then you hear the gym doors swing open, crashing into the walls and slamming closed. A familiar set of footsteps thunders from down the hall.

“Hey!” Logan’s thick, deep voice calls. You ignore him, entering the foyer and climbing the steps to your room. “I’m trying to talk to you!” He yells, his voice closer now. You get to the top of the landing, turn around, and there’s Logan, just a few steps away.

Your nostrils flare. “What the fuck do you want?” You snap, backing down the hall and towards your room as Logan closes the distance between you and him. Your shoulders hit the wall at the end of the hallway—there’s nowhere left to go. He cages you in, his palms pressing next to either side of your head.

“I want to talk,” he grits, his face just inches from yours.

You scoff. “Oh, now you want to talk? That’s fucking rich!” You try to push him away, just like you did in the gym seconds ago, but he’s solid. He is made of Adamantium, after all. “Move,” you demand.

“No,” he spits, pushing into your touch. “What the fuck is going on here?”

You furrow your brows, genuine confusion stretching across your face. “What the hell are you talking about, Logan?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about!” Sweat beads on his forehead, his muscles twitching as his hands press harder into the wall. He leans closer to you. “You have to feel it too.”

You search his eyes, his face, for some kind of answer. You shake your head. “We hate each other, that’s all this is!” You insist, digging your nails into his chest. “Now get out of my way.”

“I don’t think that’s really what you want, pretty girl,” Logan mutters, grabbing your wrists and forcing them above your head. He closes the distance between the two of you. His forehead presses to yours. “Think you’re just confused.”

“N-not confused,” you stutter, the wetness pooling between your thighs betraying you. “Hate you.” He’s so close, the proximity beyond dizzying. All you can see, all you can smell, all you can feel is Logan. You try to fight the heat shooting down your spine, blossoming in your lower belly. But it’s no use.

“Yeah?” Logan teases as one of his hands lets go of your wrists, his fingertips trailing down your side. “Then why can I smell this pretty little pussy crying for me, hm?” He bumps into the hem of your shorts, tugging teasingly. “You don’t hate me,” he whispers, his lips suddenly at the shell of your ear. “You fucking need me, pretty girl.”

He bites at the skin under your ear, and you can’t help but moan. “Logan,” you whine, squirming against his hold. You need to reach out and touch him, to feel his skin against yours. You’re melting, bending, breaking down around him.

Logan lets go of your wrists, his hands grabbing your ass and hoisting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and let him carry you into his room, just a bit further down the hall. He holds you tight with one hand while he opens his door, slamming it shut with his foot. He strides over to his bed and tosses you onto it.

He crawls onto the bed after you, sitting up on his knees. “Strip,” he commands. “Wanna watch you, sweetheart.”

You swallow, your throat bobbing as you grab the bottom of your tank top and pull it up your body, throwing it to the floor. Logan licks his lips, watching you closely. You tug the bottom of your sports bra next, suddenly nervous.

“Doing so good for me, beautiful,” Logan praises. He nods. “Keep going.”

Your heart flutters as you tug the sports bra the rest of the way—up and over your head, revealing your breasts. Logan works his jaw, grinding his teeth. You stare at him under hooded eyes, squirming as you work at your shorts and panties.

But he’s too impatient, pushing you down onto the bed, doing the work himself. He shoves your shorts and panties down your legs and throws them to the side. His lips crash down onto yours, swallowing your moans, his hands running up and down your body. He palms at your breasts, his thumbs flicking your nipples, pinching roughly. He grabs your hips and rolls you over so that you’re straddling him. You can feel his erection straining against his jeans.

He sits up, his chest pressing to yours as he bites at your lips, drawing blood, kissing you bruisingly. He breaks the kiss to yank his shirt up and over his head. Everything is rushed and frantic, impatient and needy. You can see the starvation in his eyes—the pure, unadulterated hunger.

You lift your hips, working at his belt, sliding it through his belt loops, and throwing it to the floor of his room. You kiss his neck, licking underneath his jaw as you unbutton his jeans and pull down his zipper. Your lips trail the hollow of his throat as you tug at his jeans and boxers. You bite down on his collarbone, and he grunts, his fingers digging into your scalp, pulling your hair lightly. You moan as you continue your path to his chest, trailing open-mouthed kisses down his stomach, yanking his jeans and boxers down as far as you can get them, his cock springing free.

His arms are spread wide against his headboard. He looks down at you authoritatively, assessing you. “Go on,” he husks. “Suck my cock, pretty girl.” He tilts his head to the side. You swallow at the sight of him, hesitantly wrapping your hand around the base of his erection. “No need to get all nervous on me now, sweetheart.”

You stroke him up and down, and he inhales deeply. “That’s it,” he coaches. He lightly pushes your head down to his cock, and you open your mouth, ready to take him inside.

You wrap your lips around him, and he throbs inside your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his tip, and he grunts, pushing you further down his shaft. You slide down him, his head hitting the back of your throat. He’s massive—you’re not even halfway down and you’re already choking on him.

“Feels so fucking good,” Logan mumbles as you slide up and back down, his hand gently guiding you. “Such a good girl. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” His words send a pulse to your core, and you can’t help but grind down on his bare thigh. Logan chuckles darkly. “Want you to make a mess of my thigh, sweetheart,” he rasps, moving his thigh as you take more of him into your mouth. “Take what you need.”

You moan around him, your teeth lightly grazing his tip as you move up and down his length. You grind down on his thigh, spreading your slick. You hollow your cheeks, sucking hard, trying to take him even deeper. Your eyes water as his hips buck into your mouth.

You slide up and down, letting him fuck your face, his hand still gripping the back of your head. But you can feel him holding back, can feel him tensing up. You keep going, his cock twitching in your mouth. “Fuck,” he curses, guiding your head up his shaft. “Gotta stop, beautiful.” Your lips slip from his cock with a pop, and you look up at Logan.

“Why?” You whisper, kissing his tip teasingly, wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth.

He whispers your name under his breath before shifting onto his knees and pushing you down into the mattress. “Because I can smell that fucking pussy,” he husks, trailing kisses down your neck, your breasts, your stomach. “Could feel her soaking my thigh.” He settles between your legs, spreading them wider with the palms of his hands. There’s something feral in his eyes. He breathes you in hungrily and groans. “Can’t wait any longer. Need to taste you darlin’.”

Logan presses a chaste kiss to your clit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He licks a long stripe through your folds, flicking your clit before gliding back down. “Fuck,” he grunts against you. “Tastes so good. So fucking sweet, pretty girl.”

He laps at you, his face buried against your cunt. “Lo,” you whine, his fingertips trailing up your inner thigh, finding your folds. “F-feels good,” you stutter.

“Yeah?” Logan teases, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. “This what you needed?” And then he’s plunging two fingers deep inside you with one sudden thrust. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Your chest heaves as his fingers slip out and pump back in. “Logan,” you whimper, your legs trembling as his tongue draws tight, rapid circles into your clit. It’s so good, but you need more. You need him. “Lo,” you call again, your hands finding his head, your nails digging into his scalp.

He groans against you at the contact, the vibration of his voice rocking through your core. His tongue swirls around your clit, flicking roughly. You tug on his hair again, and he grunts. “What do you need, pretty girl?” He mumbles.

“Y-you,” you stutter, your walls fluttering around his fingers.

“Think you’ve already got me,” he teases, his fingers sinking deeper—down to his knuckles—hitting that sweet spot inside you. “What do you want, sweetheart? You too fucked out to use your words?”

You moan loudly, his lips wrapping around your clit again and sucking harder than before. His fingers ram into you, plunging deeper hit after hit. “Please,” you beg. “Need more,” you choke. “Need you inside me.”

Logan slides his fingers out of your aching cunt and licks one last long stripe through your folds before climbing up your body. He licks his lips, savoring the taste of you. “Would’ve eaten you out for hours,” he whispers, pressing his lips to yours. He smiles against you. “Tasted so good. Gonna need more later, sweetheart.”

Your heart thunders in your chest at his words. Later. But before you can think too much about it, he’s gripping your hips tightly and rolling you over so that you’re straddling him again. You can feel his erection pressing against your folds.

“You need me this bad, princess?” He tuts, cocking his head to the side. He nods down to your aching cunt. “Then take it,” he demands, smirking. “Take what you need. Wanna feel you riding me.” You swallow harshly, grabbing his cock and guiding him to your folds. You’re suddenly nervous, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him.

His tip nudges against your entrance, and you shudder involuntarily. You slowly slide down, taking him inch by inch. “Fuck,” you curse, his cock twitching as you sink further. “You’re so—”

But then his hips buck up into yours, forcing you to take him all the way. “Perfect, feels so fucking perfect,” Logan moans as you cry out his name. You throw your head back in ecstasy. He leaves one hand tight on your hip while his other slides up your body, palming your breasts, pinching your nipples. “Go on,” he husks. “Keep going, pretty girl.”

Your eyes flutter as you slide up his length and sink back down, rolling your hips against his. “S-so deep,” you stammer, taking as much of him as possible. “So good.”

Logan can’t help but rock against you, his hips bucking up into yours. You can tell he’s holding back—can tell he wants to fuck you into the mattress. So, you pick up your pace, sliding up and down his cock faster. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Logan praises, guiding the roll of your hips. “Doing so good for me.”

His hand slides down your body, slipping between your thighs. His fingertips brush your clit, drawing tight, rapid circles into the bud. Your hips stutter at the contact, your pace faltering.

“Can’t take it?” Logan tuts, letting go of your clit—both of his hands gripping your hips now. He’s pushing you down, forcing your back into the mattress. “Then it’s my turn, sweetheart.”

Logan wastes no time—his cock is already inside you again. He feels deeper now—stuffed down to the hilt, bottoming out with ease. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, your hands coming up to his biceps as he rams into you. “S-so much,” you whine, his hand slipping between your bodies and finding your clit again. Your hips buck into his as he draws circles into the bud.

“This better?” He asks teasingly. “Needed me to take you the way I wanted, hm?” He presses harder into your clit, his fingers swirling. You moan his name, unable to form a sentence, and Logan smirks. “I know, pretty girl. You needed my cock this whole time, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you stammer. Logan pounds into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing across the walls of the room. His pace is reckless, his cock dragging along your walls, pulling out and thrusting back in. “Needed you.”

“That’s right,” Logan rasps, flicking your clit with his thumb, pinching softly. “You just needed me to fuck you.” He pounds into you, faster with every thrust. It’s overwhelming, overstimulating, and you know you’re already close.

Your walls flutter around him, squeezing him and taking him deeper. He groans at the feeling, his forehead resting against yours. “Logan, I’m…” You trail off as his pumps grow harder, faster. Your muscles contract and release, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. “C-can I come? Please” You finally cry.

Logan smirks. “Let go for me, sweetheart.” But it’s more than permission—it’s a demand. “Wanna feel you come.” His fingers swirl around your clit, his cock twitching inside you, pushing you over the edge. “Such a good girl,” Logan praises. “Don’t hold back.”

Electricity lights up your spine as the tension cuts like a knife. It feels like a riptide dragging you under its current. Forceful and intense. You try to ride it out, try to come down from your peak, but Logan is still fucking into you. His pace isn’t growing sloppy. He isn’t faltering. He’s still going with ease.

Your nails dig into his biceps. “Lo,” you whimper, his hips snapping into yours. “I…” You trail off, too overstimulated to speak. But the tension is already building back up, already sparking a fire in your belly.

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’m right here,” he soothes, stroking your clit. “But I’m not done with you yet.” He pumps in and out, still splitting you in two, still stretching you out. “Know you have another one in you.”

“Fuck,” you curse as he slams into you. Your walls flutter around him, your chest heaving with his. “It’s too much,” you choke.

His lips capture yours, swallowing your moans. “You can do it, pretty girl,” Logan grunts, his pace faltering, his cock throbbing inside you. He circles your clit faster, harder, driving you closer and closer to the edge. And you know he’s not far behind. Your walls clench down around him, and his hips stutter at the feeling. “That’s it,” he praises. “Come on my cock again, darlin’.”

And then you’re falling, hard, your orgasm crashing into you. Ripples of heat course through your body, prickling your skin. Everything is pure fire, melting your limbs, scorching your bones. But it’s bliss.

You hold onto Logan tightly, his forehead resting against yours. He curses under his breath. “Gonna fill you up, pretty girl,” Logan breathes, still thrusting in and out. His fingers slide away from your clit, his hand reaching under your back and tugging your chest to his. “You want me to make you mine?”

“Yes,” you beg, tightening your legs around his waist. “Lo, please.”

And then with one more rough thrust, he’s spilling himself inside you, filling you up just like he said he would. He’s warm and pulsing, flooding you, painting your walls. Logan chants your name and moans a string of praises as he comes undone. So fucking beautiful. Did so well for me. Wanna stay inside this perfect little pussy. Need more already.

He stills inside you, his hips unmoving. He rolls off you, and you think this might be it. That he might put his clothes back on and tell you to get out. But he tugs you with him, still half-hard inside you, rolling you onto your side and into his chest, your leg hoisted above his hip.

With one hand on your waist, he brings his other to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing just under your eyes. “You okay?” He asks. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shake your head from side to side. “No,” you assure, burying your face into his chest. “Felt so good.”

His hand on your waist snakes around to your back, his fingers drawing patterns and shapes into your bare skin. “Felt perfect,” he whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. Comfortable silence falls over the room.

After a few moments, your soft whispers break the quiet. “Thought you hated me,” you confess, your voice slightly muffled against his chest. “I was so frustrated by you.”

He chuckles, the sound bassy and deep. “I think it was a different kind of frustration, hm?” He teases, pulling you closer, his cock already throbbing for more inside you.

“Yeah,” you whisper, smiling against him. “Guess so.”

Logan laughs again. “You guess so?” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Darlin’, I’ve wanted to do that for months.” And then he’s pushing your back into the mattress, hovering over you. “I wanna do it again, right now.”

Your eyes widen and your throat bobs. “Please.”

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ditzydoe444 · 4 months ago

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Heyyyyyyy

I love your writing, honestly this shit keeps me living <3333

You know like the bunny reader and stuff, can we have like black cat x Jason?? Pleaseee or maybe orange cat?

- 💿 (please can I be this anon?)

MDNI 18+

jason todd x black cat! reader

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

▐ oral (m) receiving

a/n: added anon!!

jason todd who would tease you non stop to see your pout, him peppering your face with kisses as you grumbled, pulling away from him but in reality you secretly loved it. “come on, i know you like it so stop putting those pretty lips in a pout pretty please?” he cooed as he kissed your cheek, his strong arms wrapped around your waist as he grinned, in love with the way you always scrunched up your face like a kitten.

jason todd loved the way you were secretly possessive, whenever the two of you were out your hand was always in his, but mainly wrapped around his bicep because according to you, it’s a better sign that he’s taken. you don’t hesitate to glare at women who were clearly flirting with him, despite seeing you. you had no shame in kissing him in public areas when people would stare a little too long, kissing his neck as you wrapped your arms around him.

jason todd who you would suck off because you were mad, the only solution he had to your grumpiness was shoving that pretty mouth full, because if you are gagging there’s no grumbling. there was just something about watching your attitude disappear when your face got fucked, your pretty mouth full as your eyes were teary and dilated, so far gone from the independent bratty girl you were.

jason todd who would try get you to smile for a photo, though it was quite impossible, you always had the stoic look on your face, but regardless you were beautiful even without a smile. though he would always pepper your face with kisses in an attempt to get just one smile. the moment he does he cherishes it forever, putting the photo in his wallet to stare at when he is away from you.

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frost-queen · 6 months ago

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Crazy possesive (Fem!Reader x Agatha Harkness)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @floatlosers, @alex–awesome–22 @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown, @wildiefleur , @meyocoko , @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedrava-bitch-187, @erikasurfer , @slythetic , @p0nycurtis , @eliscannotdance

Agatha flicked the damned torn note in her hand with slight annoyance. Teen beside her came closer. – “So who are we recruiting first.” – he asked looking over her shoulder to the written down names. Agatha moved the note away. Putting on a smile for him with a dramatic turn to him.

“Leave that to me.” – she answered booping him on his nose. It made Teen blink surprised at the childish approach towards him. She winked him to follow her back to the car. Teen came hurrying after her. – “This is all very exciting.” – he said holding the door handle in his hand.

“Right.” – Agatha responded with a slight mockery in her eyes. She opened the door to get inside the car. – “So who first?” Who do we persuade first for our coven.” – Teen was enthusiastic. Agatha much less.

She leaned back against the seat, elbow resting on the frame. – “Just drive, I’ll give you directions.” – she responded sounding mysterious. – “Okay.” – Teen breathed out with giddy. He started the car, following Agatha’s first direction. Her directions led to the first witch to recruit. – “How do you know where to find them?” – he asked her curious.

“Covenless witches can easily be sensed by other.” – Agatha explained to him, adjusting the scarf around her arms. With a smooth expression, she opened the door, allowing Teen to enter first. After the first recruiting there was a second, third, fourth. Agatha all gave them instructions to head for her house back in Westview.

Teen was heading back to the car, Agatha waiting behind. He sensed that she stayed behind, furrowing his brows. – “Aren’t you coming? There is still one name on the list.” – he told her. Agatha quirked her eyebrow up. – “Very observant and good memory.” – she called out, slightly to mock him for peeking before.

“I’ll take the last one alone.” – she informed him with a gesture that he could leave without her. – “Are… are you sure Agatha?” – he asked wanting to be certain. – “Yes.” – Agatha dreaded on with a loud sigh. – “I’m a big girl I can handle myself.” – she told him with a wink.

Teen rolled his eyes at her. Teen lingered making Agatha shoo him once more away. Waving her hands away like trying to fend off a crow from her crops. Teen thought she was being dramatic but got in the car with a heavy sigh.

Agatha waved him flirtatious goodbye. Waiting for him to be out of view. Till his car was nothing more but a little speck on the horizon. Clasping her hands together, she spun around. – “Oh dearest.” – she called out into the air. Her voice sweet and melodious. Agatha felt a tingle behind her.

A vibration, a shift in space. Making her curl up a smile. She turned around with the cheekiest smile. Her gaze fixated on the woman before her. – “You called.” – you said lowering your hands. Agatha approached you. Cupping your cheeks, staring longingly in your eyes and kiss you.

Before anything else, she wanted to kiss you. You let her. Allowing her to kiss you once, twice, trice. By the fourth time, you lowered her hands on you, eager to hear what she had to say. Agatha came to your side, taking your hand in hers.

“Who’s the boy?” – you asked her. It made Agatha look teasingly back at you. – “You have been observing me?” – she called out with a tease. – “Someone has too.” – you replied tilting her chin a bit up with your finger. She grinned from ear to ear. Then she waved her hand aside as if the matter was not so important.

“Not sure yet, but he’s interesting.” – she told you, walking down the road with you. – “He’s looking for the road.” – she told you with a glorious twinkle in her eyes. You sighed soft knowing exactly what it meant. – “I’m on my way now to gather a coven.” – she continued, taking out the paper from her pocket.

“Yours on it too love, but not to worry." – she let out with a bump against your shoulder. – “What do you say love, are you up for some fun?” – she clutched onto your arm, letting her chin rest on your shoulder to look up at you. – “With you always.” – you replied. Agatha smiled giddy, taking your hand firm in hers once more.

Once you arrived in Westview, there was no more hands holding. Walking at least a few steps away from each other. It wasn’t known to anyone you were dating; something Agatha liked that way. She liked her business to be private and mysterious. The two of you rounded her house. – “I’ll go in first.” – she told you with a wink.

You nodded, allowing her to go first. You went after her inside the house. Very suburban style. It made you snicker soft as it was so unlike her. Agatha entered the house with a dramatic entrance as always. – “Did you locate the last witch?” – Teen immediately question bombed at her. – “Well…” – she said moving her finger under her chin with a slight smile.

She moved a bit out of the way for you to enter. – “Hi.” – you spoke sticking a hand up. Looking back at the poorly gathered covenless witches. Glancing at Agatha, you made subtle to her with the question ‘where did you find those’. Agatha slightly shrugged her shoulder.

One of them caught your attention as they moved closer. Rubbing her hands off by her pants before holding her hand out. – “Alice.” – she introduced herself. – “Y/n.” – you replied taking her hand slowly to shake. You heard Agatha inhale sharply through her nose beside you.

“I…I can’t wait to form a coven with you… I mean sorry… it’s just…” – Alice kept on rambling, seemingly losing her mind. – “You’re gorgeous.” – she blurted out. It made you press your lips together in surprise. You looked over your shoulder to Agatha.

Seeing her eyes stood wide, her chin fumbling to keep a stern expression. – “Yeah I’m not sure either if I should fear you or ask your number.” – Jen pitched in raising her hand. You could practically hear Agatha braising near you.

Agatha clapped her hands loud to make everyone snap out of it. – “The road sisters!” – she called out in a stern voice. Jen moved her hands up in defence, making her way to the basement. You followed her as Alice came by your side. Gesturing for you to go first as she held the door open.

You thanked her with a smile and a pat against her cheek. Alice smiled all giddy, coming right after you. Agatha stormed after her. Boiling inside that someone was interested in someone that was hers. Was she possessive? Perhaps. Down in the basement you lingered somewhere as Alice was speaking to you.

Agatha was coming down the stairs as she saw her touch your arm. Her nostrils flared with rage. – “Alice!” – she called out, alarming everyone. – “Call my girl’s name again and I will rip you apart.” – Agatha made clear. – “Touch my girl again and I will f*ck you up.”

“Agatha you are crazy.” – Jen said to smooth things over that she was seeing things. – “Maybe I should take you outside and show you crazy!” – Agatha responded fiercely. You smiled wickedly when she made her way over to you. Grabbing you fierce by your wrist.

Cupping your cheeks as she smacked her lips on yours. Kissing you roughly to make her statement that you were hers. That anyone that would dare to come near would feel her wrath. Even though she didn’t have her purple yet, she wouldn’t hesitate to fight them. Alice took a step back understanding the message.

Both of you stopped as kissing as Agatha kept her hand around your waist. – “Did I make myself clear that Y/n is mine! And I don’t like sharing.” – you smiled back at her, taking her by her chin. Turning it to you. Staring with those hungry eyes at her before kissing her once more. Lilia cleared her throat to get matters done.

“The road.” – she pointed out that it was the task at hand. Agatha and you stopped kissing. You winked at her before taking a stand beside her for the chant.

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diejager · 1 year ago

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hello!!!!! how would the monster group handle a mountain lion hybrid, like, they’re notoriously difficult to handle and are known to lash out, so they were just kinda thrown to Price to handle

Lesson Cw: hybrid, fighting, scruffing, tell me if I missed any.

They were at an impasse, unable to find you when you didn’t want to be found, stalking the halls in complete silence and scaring people and hissing at people who got to close to you —even them at some point. You were a brat, a proper brat that eventually got to Price as you did with the others. He approached Alejandro and Horangi about your standoffish behaviour: protective, self-isolating and aggressive, but he was assured that it was normal, yours were only worsened by monster and hybrid treatments, the horrible and ignorant ways they treated you that made your instincts lash out.

Fortunately, Price learned that you could be taught to accept them, to be indoctrinated into their pack without rejecting your instincts. He had both felines drag you to the sparring ring after everyone left, hearing you hiss and lash out in pure anxiety and stress until they wrangled you into the ring and surrounded you, walking around you like two cats ready to pounce on their prey. Price had spoken to them to know if this kind of harsh lesson would work, it did on Horangi, made him open up after a rough fight and loosen up after a while. That was all he needed to hear to hold a session with you (he spoke to the others before, wanting to hear their opinions before he moved on with the plan).

”Don’t hold back,” Alejandro smiled, spotted fur growing on his forearms and tail swaying behind him.

“Or what?” You hissed, glaring at the men moving around your prone figure and fists clenched to your side.

“Or I eat you, kitty,” Horangi grinned, a goading gleam in his bright, amber eyes, his scars stretching to widen his smirk and teeth growing to seem more menacing.

Price watched you wait it out, letting your instincts drive you forward when Horangi lashed out first, jumping at you while Alejandro circled both of you, quietly huffing and rumbling when you pushed Horangi back. You fought with vigour and anger, snapping your teeth at the Haetae’s nose and claw swiping at him when you manage to struggle out of his tackle. Horangi and Alejandro switched places on occasion, to keep you from getting used to one person and to tire you out, to wear down your pent up anger and anxiety.

It went on for almost an hour until Horangi had you pinned to the ground, straddling your hips with his thick thighs and gripping your nape, scruffing you into submission and calmness. You were all panting, breathing loudly and shoulders heaving, foreheads dripping sweat and hearts throbbing in your ears, a loud pulse beating a mile per second. You hissed and cussed, always the fiery spirit you were with them without holding back, gentle and caring when healing, but dangerous and bloodthirsty when cornered. When Alejandro nodded at Price, letting him know that it was safe for him to move in, he strode across the room, swinging his legs over the cables and kneeling beside you three.

“Are you ready to listen, Hunter?” He growled, tone low and deep with power, smoke curling on the corners of his lips like a burning fire, the warm, kindling flames of a cigar that smelled earthy and strong. It stung your nose as it did the others, but in the gentlest way possible.

“Yes, sir,” you grumbled, blinking tiredly at him, shoulders slumped downward, head lowered and eyes cast down, “ ‘m tired.”

“Good, let’s get you cleaned and rested, yeah? We’ll continue this tomorrow.”

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cannibalisation · 7 months ago

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i literally loved the tattoo artist!sirius fic you wrote it was literally pure gold!!

if you take requests could i request a James Potter x reader where reader works at the record store and he is a regular— some romance after a while of the two exchanging small talk :3 thought that would be cute!

ill just put 🐙anon whenever i make a request

i. flirt

james potter/gn!reader

thank you so much for your request! and i’m glad you enjoyed my sirius fic. i might write a second part if it is asked for ♥️ (1.3k)

caution. flirty (cringy) james, reader is nervously whipped(?), bastard cat, uncreative title, so many music references, i’ve never written for james before as he is to me the most challenging marauder to write for, i hope that i haven’t butchered his character.

i’m new to the marauders fandom and have limited knowledge, sorry for any character inaccuracies.

THREE hours and twenty-five minutes have passed since you first clocked in.

For roughly two of the three hours, you spent stacking shelves with cassette tapes and lining racks with ageing vinyls. It wasn’t a challenging job; you’d prefer it to anything else, but that doesn’t make the work any less tedious.

You’re more than grateful that the manager of Blackbird Records is not a cruel one. He allows any type of music to your liking, and fortunately he hasn’t insisted on a Christmas carol mandate until late November.

Glenn Frey’s smooth croon of lyric sounds out in the store, and you hum along to the words. It’s mostly empty inside; a handful of customers are dotted around, shuffling through the record bins. A young girl with messy copper-coloured pigtails lurks near one of the clearance bins at the end of an aisle; you pretend to not notice as she pockets a lone cassette tape with a sly grin—she has good taste after all.

Angus, the fat ginger cat of the store, sits to your left. He is a favourite among customers, and his picture even rests beneath the “Employee of the Month” plaque. He is lazy, though; he doesn’t even give you a piece of his mind when you attempt to push his sleepy form off the till during busy hours. He likes lying in the sun, so you are kind enough not to bother him right now.

The entrance doorbell chimes, and somehow, without even looking up, you know who just walked through.

James, though he insists you call him Jamie, has been a regular at Blackbird for quite some time now. And for the last few months, he has been trying to convince you to at least go on one date with him.

He’s nice about it, which you’re grateful for; he isn’t pushy or demanding; it’s really just casual flirting. Every time he comes up to the register to purchase his chosen items, he manages to throw in a cheesy pick-up line. On each occasion he does so, you either grimace in embarrassment or your face happens to heat up.

Sometimes he comes into the store with his mates; they laugh at him when the amorous quips clearly don’t woo you.

James clicks his finger in your direction and winks as he struts past you. He looks nice today, in dark denim jeans and a red polo jersey, much too big for his frame.

With a subtle glance, you watch as he flicks through the LPs that sit inside a storage bin. His supple fingers are adorned with silver and gold rings; you can’t help but admire the flex of the veins in his hands as he skims over the albums.

You retreat your gaze quickly as he turns his head in your direction, how humiliating it would be if he had caught you essentially checking him out. From what you knew about him, which was a limited amount of knowledge, as the only time you see him is during your midday shifts, James was a playful type.

Once you had thought that you’d recognised one of his friends sitting at the same table as you during your psychology class, but he wasn’t exactly discernible. He was quiet and kept his head down for most of the class, but that tweed grey and navy sweater he had on (something you think your grandfather would wear) was too familiar.

James moves on to the listening station now, where the staff picks are located. He turns one of the record player dials and shifts a pair of battered headphones atop his mess of curls. You busy yourself with caressing Angus’ patchy fur as James nods his head along to the running track.

The one-eyed cat observes you with an astute gaze, like he knows exactly what you are thinking. You stare back at him, matching his gaze with equal telling—furrowing your brows to intimidate him. Obviously that does not work, and the beast just looks at you as if you were a fool (he’s right).

The sound of someone clearing their throat breaks you out of the staring contest shared with the cat, and you plaster on your customer service facade with grace.

James stands in front of you now, bronze skin gleaming in the sunlight. God, there was truly no reason to disagree with the fact that he was a cut above the rest. His eyes, chestnut in theory but hazel in the sun, eyed you with a playful look.

You stutter out a quick “Hello” and ask, “Did you find everything alright today?” As he places an album onto the counter. The Clash’s Sandinista!—your staff pick. He had listened to your pick of the week and is purchasing it.

He laughs with a small nod and reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, eyes not leaving yours as he does so. You smile politely in return and move to scan his item; your hands are shaking.

Under his gaze, you can’t help but grow self-conscious. He has pretty eyes; there's no denying that, but they are especially heavy on your form today, and you don’t know why. Was the Beatles shirt a no-go for today? You work at a record store; musician-based articles of clothing are practically compulsory.

Despite that, you choose to ignore any building thoughts in your mind and read him the price owed. He complies with a more-than-friendly smile and hands you the exact number of bills. In an amicable—or rather teasing—manner, you bid him farewell.

For a brief moment you think he looks almost dejected, that once again you have rejected his kind-hearted attitude. That idea is quickly erased as James puffs out his chest and clears his throat once more.

“Hey—Do you live on Abbey Road? Because you got me crossing the street just to be near you!”

Oh god.

You see James again on one of your closing shifts. He saddles himself up beside the wall as you finish stacking a shelf with CD albums. His arm rests right in front of your face, and you try not to urge forwards.

“Can I help you?”

“Sure can. You, me, local pub. My mates are in a band and are performing there on Friday, think you’ll like them.” He states, voice like honey. It’s true, you probably would enjoy watching a local band perform, but you doubt you’d even be able to be calm in such a situation. Hours, if anything, spent in an enclosed, stuffy area with James? Your heart would burst right out of your chest.

As he awaits your answer, James grabs onto each CD you place down and flips it around on the shelf. You say nothing as you repeat the action; neither does he. You doubt you’ve ever met someone so annoying, yet beautiful at the same time.

“Come on—I’m dying over here.” He gasps dramatically, dragging his fist across his chest as he jokingly heaves out a final breath before sliding down to the floor. You can’t help but laugh as he does so, removing yourself from the task at hand to peer at him with a small smile. You can already feel the judgmental gaze of Angus before you even speak.

“Fine, fine! I finish at half five on Friday; now will you get up off the floor? It’s grimy.” He quickly does so at that declaration and looks with hopeful eyes. James places his hands on your shoulders and grips them lightly; it leaves you breathless. “Seriously? You’re being honest this time?”.

With a laugh, you grab a hold of his hands from where they rest on your shoulders. “Yes, will you pick me up?”

“Obviously, here, half five.” He lilted before turning away and skipping over to the front door, “You won’t regret this, I promise!”

You hope that you won’t.

authors note. my first request, thank you again and i hope it was to your liking 🫶🏻 please feel free to request anything else! this is my fandom/character list and I’ll practically write anything so long as it inspires me to do so.

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miradors · 5 days ago

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Skin on Skin

click to be added to my taglist || crossposted to ao3

Pairing: Male reader x Jake Kiszka

Word Count: 4.2k

Tags: car sex, blowjobs, risk of getting caught, teasing, top!Jake, sweet boyfriend Jake at the end

Summary: You and Jake attend a party, but not before agreeing to play a game of cat and mouse — seeing who gives in to the other’s temptation first.

A/N: this is for the anon that asked for a m/m jake fic! i hope this is on par with what you had in mind because i had a lot of fun writing this one ♡

The evening air had the sweet scent of blooming magnolias as you stepped out of your car and onto the sidewalk leading to the party. Your heart thumped with excitement, not just for the night of fun ahead, but for the secret game you had planned with Jake. He had arrived moments before you, his eyes lighting up when he saw you in the crowd, dressed in your favorite black T-shirt that hugged your biceps just right and a pair of jeans that made him bite his lip every time he saw you in them.

The party buzzed with laughter and the thump of music. You grabbed a drink and weaved through the bodies, your gaze locking with Jake's across the room. He was leaning against the wall, sipping from a red solo cup, his eyes dancing with mischief. You felt a warm jolt of desire as you approached, and he didn't miss your smoldering look.

You slid up to him, the bass vibrating in your chest as you whispered, "Ready to start the game?" His smile grew wider, and he nodded, setting his cup down on a nearby table.

The first few minutes were innocent enough—flirty glances and the occasional brush of hands as you mingled with friends. But soon, the heat grew palpable. You found yourself in the crowded kitchen, Jake's hand grazing your lower back as he passed you a plate of nachos. The simple touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you knew the game of cat and mouse had officially begun.

In the dimly lit hallway, you leaned against the wall, feigned drunkenness to lure Jake closer. His eyes darkened with understanding, and he leaned in, whispering, "You're playing dirty."

Before you could respond, his lips found yours in a passionate kiss that left you both panting. The music from the living room seemed to fade as you lost yourself in the taste of him, his tongue dancing with yours.

“I’m only getting started,” you murmured, your hands sliding to his hips to pull him even closer. Your bodies melded together, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you both. The hallway was a blur of shadows and light, and all you could focus on was the feeling of Jake’s hands in your hair and the way his breath hitched every time you deepened the kiss.

Breaking away with a smug grin, you stepped back, leaving him breathless and craving more. The music swelled around you as you disappeared into the crowd, leaving him to watch your retreating figure. His eyes followed you like a hawk, filled with a mix of longing and playful annoyance. You felt his gaze like a warm embrace, and you knew that you had him exactly where you wanted him.

You danced with friends, occasionally making eye contact with Jake across the room. Each time, you'd bite your lip or run your hand through your hair in a way that was just subtle enough to be mistaken for natural but calculated to keep him on edge. You felt a thrill at the thought of how much he wanted you, how much you were turning him on without even being near him.

The party grew wilder, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. You found a quiet spot in the corner, watching as Jake played pool with a group of friends. His shirt clung to his body with every movement, revealing the taut muscles of his back and the way his jeans hugged his ass. You licked your lips, unable to resist the urge to touch him.

You approached, your steps slow and deliberate, the music pulsing in sync with your racing heart. He leaned over the table, lining up a shot, and you took the opportunity to press against him from behind. His body stiffened, and he missed, the cue ball rolling into a pocket with a clatter.

"You're distracting me," he accused, turning to face you with a playful scowl. But the hunger in his eyes gave him away.

"I'm just watching the game," you replied innocently, taking a sip from your drink. The heat between you was palpable, the tension a living entity that seemed to thicken the air. You knew you had to keep pushing the boundaries if you wanted to drive him wild.

With a wink, you sauntered away, the beat of the music guiding your hips. You felt his gaze like a physical touch as you made your way to the bathroom, the anticipation building with each step. Inside, the harsh lights and the smell of your own alcohol-laden breath was a stark contrast to the dark, needy looks you'd been sharing. You leaned against the sink, catching your breath, and felt your pulse quicken as the door creaked open behind you.

Jake stepped in, his eyes dark with want. "You're playing a dangerous game," he murmured, shutting the door and pressing you against the cold porcelain. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you into him, and you could feel his hardness through your clothes.

You smirked up at him. "Is that a complaint?"

Jake's eyes searched yours, the intensity in them leaving no room for doubt. "Not even close," he replied, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. He bent down and kissed you again, harder this time, as if he couldn't get enough. Your hands roamed over his body, exploring the contours of his chest and abs, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss and stepped back, his hands lingering on your hips. You stared at him in surprise, your chest heaving. He smirked, his thumbs tracing little circles on your skin, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "But I think it's time to turn up the heat," he murmured, his eyes glinting with challenge.

Without warning, Jake's hand dipped below your waistband, giving your erection a firm, teasing squeeze. You gasped into his mouth, your body reacting instinctively. He jerked you a few times, just enough to make you squirm with need, before pulling away again. The sudden emptiness was almost painful, your body begging for more of his touch.

"Jake," you whimpered, reaching out for him, but he was already slipping from the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind him with a snicker. Your cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and annoyance. You adjusted yourself and took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before returning to the party.

The game of teasing continued for what felt like an eternity. You'd catch Jake in the hall, and he'd whisper something so filthy in your ear that your knees would almost buckle, only to disappear into the sea of partygoers before you could respond. You found yourself seeking him out, craving the next touch, the next kiss, the next promise of more.

The tension between you was so thick, it could have been cut with a knife. As the night grew later, the party started to wind down, and the crowd began to thin. You and Jake found yourselves alone in the backyard, the cool grass tickling your feet as you sat on the edge of the porch, your legs entwined.

You leaned in, your eyes locked with his, and whispered, "I think it's time to take this game up a notch." Without waiting for a response, you dropped to your knees on the grass before him, your eyes never leaving his. The moon cast a soft glow over the yard, illuminating the hunger in his gaze as he watched you.

Jake's breath hitched as you reached for his belt buckle. "You're crazy," he murmured, but his voice was strained with arousal, not rejection. You smirked and tugged at his zipper, revealing the outline of his hard cock pressing against his boxers. "Someone might see," he protested weakly, but his hands didn't move to stop you.

You looked up at him, a challenge in your eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" You knew he didn't. The way his eyes had widened and his pupils dilated told you all you needed to know. Slowly, you slid his pants and underwear down, freeing him from their confines. He was rock hard, the tip of his cock glistening in the moonlight.

"Fuck no," he hissed, his hands gripping the edge of the porch. You leaned in, your hot breath tickling his skin, and took him in your mouth. Jake's hips jerked, and he let out a low groan that sent shockwaves through your body. You felt his muscles tense as you began to suck, the taste of him intoxicating and making you even more eager to claim him.

You could feel his cock pulse in your mouth, the veins standing out as you worked him over. Your hand found his balls, gently cupping and massaging as you deep-throated him, pushing yourself to take more and more of his length. Jake's breath grew ragged, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to maintain control. But you could tell he was close, the way his abs tightened and his hands clenched.

The sound of distant laughter from the house reminded you of where you were, but the thrill of possibly being caught only served to heighten your arousal. You pulled back, letting his cock slip from your mouth with a wet pop, and licked the precum from your lips. Jake looked down at you, his eyes glazed with lust.

"I need you," you whispered, standing up and taking his hand. "Let's go somewhere we can really play."

Jake nodded, his eyes never leaving yours, and together you made your way through the house, the music fading as you reached the front door. You stepped out into the cool night, the sound of your heartbeats echoing in the quiet street. Your car was parked just up the road, and you could feel the anticipation building with every step you took away from the party.

Without a word, you didn't even bother getting into the front seat, just heading straight for the backseat. Jake followed, his eyes never leaving yours as he climbed in after you. The interior was cramped but perfect for what you had in mind. You didn't bother with the door, leaving it open to the night air as you leaned back, pulling him on top of you.

The weight of his body was heavenly, and you could feel the heat from his skin through the thin fabric of your clothes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss, your tongues tangling as you both fought for dominance. The taste of tequila lingered on his breath, mixing with the sweetness of the nachos you'd shared earlier, creating a heady cocktail that only served to make you want him more.

Jake's hands roamed over your body, unbuttoning your shirt with deft fingers, his calloused thumbs grazing your sensitive nipples. You moaned into his mouth, arching your back to give him better access. The sound seemed to spur him on, his kisses growing more urgent as he pushed the fabric aside, exposing your chest to the cool night air. His teeth grazed your neck, sending sparks of pleasure down to your toes, and you could feel his cock pressing against your thigh, begging for release.

Your own hands were equally busy, fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. The moment you felt the warmth of his skin, you couldn't resist wrapping your hand around him, feeling the velvety steel of his cock in your palm. Jake's hips bucked, and he broke the kiss to gasp, "Fuck, that feels good."

The car was filled with the sound of fabric sliding against skin and the rustle of clothes being pushed aside. The scent of arousal grew stronger, mixing with the faint smell of gasoline and the crisp night air that filtered in through the open door. You managed to get Jake's pants down enough to expose his cock, and you stroked him with firm, sure movements, your thumb circling his swollen head.

He moaned, his hips rocking into your hand. "I need to be inside you," he whispered, his voice ragged with need. You nodded, reaching for the button of your own jeans, but his hand stopped you. "No," he murmured, "let me."

With surprising gentleness, Jake tugged at your pants, sliding them down over your hips. The coolness of the leather seat sent a shiver down your spine as he positioned himself between your legs. He took his time, kissing and nipping along your jawline, down your neck, and across your chest. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, and your cock grew harder with every touch.

When he reached your navel, you couldn't help but buck your hips upward, desperate for his mouth on you. He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill through you, before finally giving in to your silent plea. He took the head of your cock in his mouth, sucking gently. The sensation was exquisite, and you had to bite back a moan. His tongue swirled around the tip before he took you deeper, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make you gasp.

The car rocked slightly as he worked you, his hand joining his mouth to pump you in a delicious rhythm that had you seeing stars. You could feel the tension building in your balls, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer. But you wanted this to be more than just a quick fuck in the backseat. You wanted to make it count.

With a low groan, you pushed his head away, panting heavily. "Jake," you managed, "I want you."

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of love and raw desire. "Tell me what you need, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down your spine.

"I need you to fuck me," you breathed, your voice trembling with need. "Now."

Jake's eyes blazed with passion, and he nodded, reaching for the condom you had tucked in your pocket. The sound of the wrapper tearing open was like a gunshot in the quiet night, and your heart raced as he rolled it on. You leaned back against the seat, your legs spread wide, offering yourself to him. He positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, and you felt a thrill of excitement run through your body.

He didn't rush in, instead choosing to tease you, his cock sliding back and forth over your hole, each pass making you squirm with need, your body begging for the fullness you craved. Jake's eyes never left yours, watching as your pupils dilated and your breath grew ragged. The anticipation was almost unbearable, your entire being focused on the feeling of him so close, so perfect, yet just out of reach.

With a smirk, he suddenly dipped his tip inside, just enough to make you gasp. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through your body, making you arch up to meet him. He retreated, and you felt the loss keenly, a whine escaping your throat. "Please," you whispered, desperation filling your voice. He chuckled, the sound dark and sexy, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to tease you, sliding in just enough to make you crazy before retreating once again.

Your hands gripped the seat, knuckles white with the effort of not forcing him to go faster. The teasing was delicious torture, and you could feel your body tightening with each shallow thrust. "Jake," you panted. "Please, just fuck me."

With a smirk, he leaned down and whispered in your ear, "I love it when you beg." Then, with a swift motion, he pushed in, filling you completely. You cried out, the sensation of being so full, so stretched, overwhelming. His cock slid in smoothly, coated in the lube on the condom, and you felt yourself clench around him, trying to keep him in.

He didn't give you time to adjust, instead starting to move immediately. His hips rocked into yours, setting a steady rhythm that had you seeing stars. You could feel every inch of him, the way he hit just the right spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your body. The car's upholstery creaked beneath you, the only sound in the stillness of the night other than your ragged breaths and the wet, intimate noises of sex.

Jake leaned down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was as fierce as the passion driving him. His tongue danced with yours as his hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you like he'd never get enough. You could feel his heart racing, his chest pressed against yours, his breath hot on your skin. His grip tightened, his strokes grew deeper, and you knew you were close.

He broke the kiss, his eyes blazing with desire as he whispered, "You're so tight.. so perfect." His words only served to make you want him even more, and you begged him to go deeper, faster. But Jake was in no rush, his movements deliberate and measured, drawing out the pleasure until you thought you'd lose your mind.

With each slow, deep thrust, he pushed a little further, his cock stretching you open, filling you so completely that you couldn't help but moan. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he hit your prostate, sending jolts of pleasure that made your toes curl.

"Jake, oh god," you panted, your nails digging into the seat. He took your reaction as encouragement, increasing his pace slightly. The sensation was incredible, his cock sliding in and out with ease, his movements so precise, it was like he'd memorized the map of your body.

But he wasn't done teasing you. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving you feeling empty and needy, only to slam back in, hitting you just right. You cried out, your body bowing off the seat as the pleasure washed over you. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "You like it when I tease you; make you beg for it."

He did it again, and again, each retreat leaving you gasping for more. The head of his cock danced around your opening before plunging deep, filling you so completely that you could feel your heart pound in sync with his thrusts. The teasing was a sweet agony, a delicious game of give and take that had you writhing beneath him, your body on fire.

The car was a cocoon of passion, the only light the glow of the dashboard casting a soft blue light on Jake's sweat-slicked skin. His muscles flexed with every movement, and you could feel the power in his body as he claimed you, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity of his gaze was almost too much, a silent declaration of love and desire that had your chest tightening.

You reached up to grab his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to feel his skin against yours. The friction was heavenly, your bodies moving in perfect sync. You could feel your climax building, the tension in your balls growing with each stroke. Jake's hips moved faster now, his breaths coming in harsh pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'm gonna cum," you warned, your voice strained. Jake's response was a feral growl, his hips slamming into you, pushing you closer to the edge. You could feel his muscles tensing, his own orgasm building. The pressure was unbearable, the pleasure so intense you weren't sure if you could handle it.

"Cum for me, baby," Jake ordered, his voice a command that sent a bolt of lightning through your body. Your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm hit, your body spasming around his cock, the pleasure so intense you thought you might break apart. You cried out, your voice hoarse and needy, your body releasing in a flood of heat and ecstasy.

Jake didn't stop, his strokes unyielding, pushing you through the waves of your climax until you were weak and panting. Only then did he let go of his own control, his body tensing as he reached his peak. His cock throbbed inside you, his warmth spilling into the condom as he came with a guttural moan. You felt him pulse, the sensation sending aftershocks through your body.

For a moment, you both stayed like that, locked together, breathing heavily. The night air was cool against your damp skin, the sound of your mingled breaths filling the small space. Jake leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closing briefly. No words needed to be spoken; the connection between you was palpable, the bond stronger than ever after that intense encounter.

With a gentle smile, he whispered, "I love you." The words hung in the air, a declaration that resonated deep within your soul. You felt the warmth of his love wrapping around you like a blanket, soothing the ache in your chest that had been growing with every touch, every kiss, every shared moment of the evening.

You leaned up, capturing his lips in a kiss that was sweet and tender, a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy that had just occurred. "I love you too," you murmured against his mouth, your voice a soft sigh of contentment. You felt his cock soften inside you, but the connection didn't wane. If anything, it grew stronger, more profound.

Slowly, Jake pulled out, and you both took a moment to catch your breath. The emptiness was surprisingly poignant, but the closeness remained. He leaned back, his hand caressing your cheek, his thumb brushing away a bead of sweat. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. You couldn't help but blush, your heart swelling with love.

The world outside the car was a blur of darkness, the party a distant memory. It was just the two of you, lost in the haze of passion and love. You kissed him again, soft and lingering, tasting the salt of his skin. His hands remained on your body, tracing patterns that made you shiver.

You both sat up, pants hastily pulled back into place, and shared a quiet laugh at the sticky mess that remained on your skin. Jake leaned over, pecking you on the forehead before reaching for a napkin from the center console. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, his voice tender.

You watched as he gently wiped away the remnants of your passion, the simple act making your heart flutter. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on either of you, as you sat in the backseat of your car, the party just a few houses down the street, forgotten. The outside world felt a million miles away as you basked in the afterglow of your shared pleasure.

"We should get going," you murmured, not wanting to break the spell but knowing you couldn't stay here forever. Jake nodded, his eyes still filled with love as he helped you straighten your clothes. The quiet between you was comfortable, a silent understanding that you'd both found exactly what you needed in that stolen moment.

You slid out of the car, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered on your skin. You leaned against the car door, watching as Jake disposed of the condom and zipped up his pants. His movements were languid, and you couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight painted his body.

"Ready to go home?" he asked, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Home. The word sent a thrill through you, knowing what awaited you there. More of this, more of him. "More than ready," you murmured, your voice still a little shaky from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Jake chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He opened the door for you, his chivalry a stark contrast to the raw need that had just consumed you both. As you slid into the passenger seat, you felt the leather stick slightly to your damp skin. The scent of sex lingered in the air, a heady reminder of what had just transpired.

As he started the engine, the radio came to life, playing a slow, sultry tune that seemed to echo the rhythm of your racing hearts. You leaned your head against the headrest, watching as he shifted gears, the muscles in his forearm flexing with the movement. The sight sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, making it hard to believe you had just come so intensely.

Jake's eyes never left the road, but his hand found yours, entwining your fingers. The warmth of his touch was grounding, a gentle reminder that despite the passionate encounter, he was still there, still with you. The car's headlights cut through the darkness, the road stretching out before you like a silent invitation for more adventures.

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