ultraviolencer23

[ultraviolencer23]

selby wall 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 nsfw 18+!!!!

qz!joel who doesn’t let you kiss him, says it’s immature. what he really means is that he doesn’t want you to develop an attachment - more than you already have at least.

so when he fucks you, he lays you on your back and ruts himself into your tight cunt, pressing the side of your face into the mattress beneath your trembling body. he watches as your tits bounce with each unforgiving thrust, his spare hand either grasping at your bare flesh or wrapping around your throat.

“such pretty tits,” he’ll grunt through gritted teeth, feeling himself tense as you weep and drool into his sheets, hair sticking to the wet streams that run over your cheeks, a salty taste lingering on your lips when the tears reach your mouth.

between your mewls and soft cries, and the occasional sniffle, he’d make you come over and over again as he built his own release, when his hips would jerk haphazardly into his fist and he casts ropes of the sticky substance over your twitching stomach.

“so good for me,” he’d murmur into your chest, planting a kiss between your breasts, leaving you limp to fall asleep in his bed. although you knew it meant nothing. he’d forget about it by the morning and you’d wait for the next time he’ll kiss you, praise you;

‘cause you’re still stupid & in love so you’d still let him fuck you ‘til you’re coming blood

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

inspired by selby wall by ethel cain!!

[ultraviolencer23]

ultraviolencer23's masterlist ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

joel miller .𖥔˚

joel has u on top!!

joel giving u what u need

joel n tommy treating u good

NEW!! joel teaching u how to be quiet

NEW!! selby wall (qz!joel)

simon 'ghost' riley ⋆.˚

u n simon trying to be quiet

simon being gentle

ur first time being eaten out

john price ｡°✩｡

price teaching u how to give head

all of these invole smut lolll !!

[ultraviolencer23]

nsfw 18+ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ minors dni!!

pairing : joel miller x f!reader

summary : joel told you to be silent during a close encounter with raiders. you don’t listen and that almost gets you both killed, so he is certain to teach you a lesson in being quiet so that it won’t happen again.

warnings : smut, p in v, unprotected sex, mean joel, orgasm denial, praise (bc what is a joel fic w/o praise??), small mention of m!masturbation

“when ‘r ya gonna learn, huh?” he sneered through gritted teeth, the unforgiving grip over your mouth tightening as you struggled before him. your back pushed against the rough bark of the tree behind you, harshly scraping the skin beneath your clothes. his ragged frown unmercifully cut through your teary eyes, mind reeling in the adrenaline of moribundity, and the rush of remaining alive.

his fingers forcing your mouth closed told you that he didn’t want an answer, but you persisted, the guilt wracking your thoughts as you murmured, barely intelligibly behind his hand.

“‘m sorry, joel-”

a rough jerk of your head muted your words; you felt his dull nails digging into your jaw as his hold constricted around your opened mouth. “i said silent. not quiet. no questions. silent. now, is that fuckin’ clear or do i need’a say it again?” he seethed, jolting your head once more before his other hand pushed down into your chest and his knee came between your legs, effectively making your position inescapable.

you nodded slowly, cautious of him telling you to stop, wide eyes darting around his face for remorse in a silent apology.

the sight of your glassy, pleading eyes was enough to make joel’s loins stiffen, his knee shifted higher between your legs, dully nudging against the denim at your centre. a strangled sigh leaves your throat, hushed by joel’s hand; he tenses more.

“what’d i just fuckin’ say, hm? you doin’ this on purpose? tryin’a get us killed again?”

you wanted so badly to apologise, tell him that it was a mistake, that it won’t happen again, but his grasp on you was unrelenting, and to move your mouth would be impossible.

so instead, you just watched, conveying your thoughts through your eyes as they darted around his sharp face.

“the hell ‘m i gonna do with you?” he muttered, moving the hand on your chest to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, perhaps in contemplation as he looked downwards towards where his knee met the insides of your thighs, denim against denim. “looks like i need’a teach you to shut up, ain’t that right baby?”

again, you knew he didn’t want an answer.

“‘m gonna take off this hand.. i don’t want a sound from you,” he warned, eyebrows raising as if daring you to disobey. you nodded as he slowly took his hand from your mouth.

“good girl,” he drawled at the sound of your silence, “now… here’s what ’m gonna do… gonna take you right here, right now, ‘n’ y’re not gonna make a sound.. one noise from y’r mouth ‘n’ i’ll stop. that clear?”

you nodded again, hearing a nervous thud fill your ears as he stared you down with a viscous glare. he nodded once too in acknowledgment before he glanced behind you once more.

as his eyes darted back to your face, your lips parted, goading him as if about to speak.

“none of that,” he scolded, his hand pressing your jaw up, fingers covering your lips, “y’ really think y’re in a position to be fuckin’ with me right now, huh? y’ really think so?”

your hands came up to cover his, curling over his fingers as he roughly pressed the back of your head into the tree.

“it’d do ya the world o’ good ‘f y’ just fuckin’ listened t’ me, y’ know that?” he mused, his free hand moving to skilfully undo the button of your jeans’ waistband and pull down the zipper. his fingertips pushed past the elastic of your underwear, and were met with the swollen ache at your centre, the wetness pooling from your entrance.

your gaze was fixed onto his veiny forearm, tanned, scarred and speckled with greying hair, anything to suppress the whimper that was caught in your throat, when you heard him huff out a chuckle from above you.

“ohh.. poor baby,” he cooed cruelly, “‘s she aching for me, hm?”

you nodded shamefully, hoping he’d feel guilty for being mean and getting you so worked up. his frown didn’t falter. he was being cruel.

his calloused fingertips slid a few times over your needy ache before he was shoving your jeans and cotton underwear to your thighs.

keeping his hand over your mouth, he unbuckled his belt, leaving the thick leather through the loops of his jeans, and undoing his button. he hurriedly palmed his growing hardness beneath the soft fabric of his boxers before revealing the arousal from its confines, flushed and leaking from the tip.

you swallowed thickly as you glanced between the two of your bodies, his sensitive head already pressing between your legs with unwavering urgency. he smeared the sticky arousal over your thighs with a grunt. not fair that he gets to make noise.

your voice was muffled and barely intelligible behind his hand as your murmured, “but you said—”

his tip notched at your entrance before he sheathed himself inside of you completely with one thrust of his hips. the force knocked the air from your lungs, coercing a sharp squeal from your throat.

he let it slide that one time because, although he’d never admit it, he needed this as badly as you did.

“thought i’d made m’self clear earlier, no?” he grunted through gritted teeth, reeling in the tight warmth of your cunt as he kept his hips flush to yours momentarily.

your mouth was clamped shut by joel’s grasp, but would otherwise be hanging agape, eliciting soft gasps at the feeling of him so deep inside of you. eyes rolling back, you let your head relax into the rough bark behind you, eyebrows pinched together as he stayed pressed against your cervix, holding you completely under his power.

you fought to stay quiet as his hips began to unmercifully rut into you, slow and hard, the way that he knew made you cry out when it was just you and him alone. your eyes squeezed shut, hoping that if you focused on anything else hard enough, you’d forget what was happening at all; maybe you’d be able to ignore the carnal pleasure that distorted the world around you with a blur of arousal, instead of the screaming within you that begged to be released.

joel on the other hand had his head thrown back, teeth clenched in frustration whilst guttural groans spilled from his lips with each thrust into you, occasionally glancing down to the way your clothed tits bounced with each agonisingly deep burial of his cock inside your wet hole.

“th’s pretty pussy’s so good t’ me, ain’t she baby,” he murmured amongst the soft praises that strung from his mouth, dichotomies of the unforgiving way he pummelled himself into your hips.

a particularly harsh and drawn-out thrust had your back arching from the tree, head still forced against it by his hand, and your pelvis unintentionally meeting his.

“tha’s it.. ‘s a good girl,” he praised, surprised that you had managed to stay quiet despite his efforts to break you. with each passing moment, he felt your walls squeeze tighter around the shaft of his cock, spasming every time his tip hit into your most sensitive spot deep inside of you. he sucked air through his teeth in a low hiss, reeling in the way you swallowed him whole.

your eyes fluttered open, your gaze meeting joel’s, with beads of sweat gathering in the crease of his forehead, an almost pained frown, and a scowl that could’ve tipped you over the edge right then.

“you gettin’ close baby?”

you nodded, eyes squeezed shut again.

“tha’s it, c’mon sweetheart.”

just as you whined, he pulled out harshly, leaving you empty and aching at the loss of him as your high quickly diminished into a dull murmur of frustration.

he saw the moment that you realised what he’d done, eyes wide and glassy with a mixture of confusion and adjure. it took every ounce of self restraint to not fulfil your needs, to not lay you down and fuck you until neither of you could remember what had happened, until you attracted every raider or infected in the area with your loud whines as he drilled into you over and over.

but unfortunately for you, joel was a man with unimaginable self control; a man who always stayed true to his word.

“y’r gonna learn one day,” he muttered cruelly, thumbing over your bottom lip as you frowned, tears welling in the corner of your eyes, and he pushed himself back into his underwear, zipping up his jeans.

“but—”

“that’s enough,” he grunted, buttoning up his shirt as he eyed your heaving chest, “we need’a get moving. c’mon.”

your heart still pounded against your ribs as you slouched against the tree, watching joel walk away as if nothing happened.

what you didn’t know was that when you’d sleep later that night, he’d find himself rutting his painfully hard cock into his fist, pretending it was you wrapped around him.

an : this was so mean i’m sorry

[ultraviolencer23]

nsfw 18+ ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ minors dni!!!

pairing : joel x f!reader x tommy

warnings : smut, threesome, oral f!receiving (from both brothers!!!), no sex, implied that joel & reader are in relationship, praise, pet names (baby, sweet girl)

you had no recollection of how you ended up like this.

joel holding your thighs apart as you sat on the sofa of his living room, and his brother nestled between them.

tommy’s tongue lapped over your aching clit, swirling the thick muscle from your weeping slit and back up to your sensitive bundle of nerves. you whined softly at the sensation, small shockwaves reaching the tips of your fingers, your mind clouded with arousal.

“that’s a good girl, baby,” joel murmured into your ear, nosing into the side of your face gently. you felt your core tighten at the praise, fluttering in tommy’s mouth; you felt a soft vibration of air hit your pussy as tommy’s eyes looked up at you in amusement. your hand grasped onto joel’s forearm, overwhelmed with each touch that struck your skin.

tommy’s soft lips wrapped around your clit whilst his fingers prodded at your entrance, slowly, gently pushing two digits inside of you as you whined softly, taking everything he gave you. his fingertips pushed into that delicately sensitive place inside of you that made your hips writhe with the feeling. he curled them upwards; he sucked gently on your clit, and your hips moved towards his mouth instinctively, a string of sharp moans escaping your throat.

joel chucked at the sight, almost in awe as he murmured, “oh.. she liked that, didn’t you baby?”

you nodded weakly in response, hand still holding onto joel’s arm, nails imprinting their shape onto his skin. tommy laughed too, prideful, almost cocky as he did it again. and again. you whimpered feebly, over and over as his fingers pumped deep inside of you, as his tongue glossed over the aching pearl that pulsed in his mouth. soft pleas left your lips as joel kept you in place. you glanced up at him with glassy eyes and tears that threatened to fall from them.

“awh.. he torturing you baby?” he taunted, breath fanning over your cheek. you nodded as he shifted to look you in the eyes, glancing around your face and you struggled to stop your eyelids fluttering closed. “you gettin’ close?”

you nodded again, unable to form coherent words. he kissed your cheek before patting tommy’s shoulder with a gentle push. he glanced up at his older brother and took the hint, placing one last open-mouthed kiss to your swollen clit and removing his fingers, standing from his knees. joel stood too, and replaced tommy’s warmth between your legs and tommy settled beside you.

you sighed frustratedly at the loss of contact, feeling the cool air rush to your soaked centre, aching and begging for relief.

“hold her open ‘f me,” joel said, watching as strong hands settled on the insides of your thighs, pushing them wide. joel’s hand rested on your abdomen and he laced his fingers with yours, holding it there as his tongue finally delved into your pussy.

his mouth was wet and hot, softer but hungrier than tommy’s — like a man starved for days. his nose pressed against your clit, pushing sweetly into you as his head moved with each flick of his tongue. you struggled under tommy’s grasp, legs trembling with your nearing release, only urging his hold on you tighter.

“‘s all right, sweet girl,” he drawled, “joel’s got you.” his own hips shifted uncomfortably with your every moan, the ache between his thighs growing as each second passed. his fingers constricted around the supple skin on your thighs as joel drew you closer to the edge with each lap of his tongue.

“j..joel,” you cried out as the last ounce of desperation crashed over your body.

“c’mon baby. attagirl,” joel mumbled against your pulsating centre, having you falling over the edge with a final flick of his tongue. your vision blurred as your head rolled back against the sofa behind you and your hold on joel’s hand tightened.

“‘s a good girl, angel.. so perfect f’ me,” joel praised as he moves back up your body. you smiled bashfully, earning a gentle kiss to your forehead before he glances at tommy. “you can go now.”

“but i-”

“out, now.”

dividers by uzmacchiato

[ultraviolencer23]

nsfw 18+ ｡°✩｡⋆☼ minors dni!

pairing : joel miller x fem!reader

warnings : smut, fingering, oral (f!receiving), established relationship, no plot at all heh, praise, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby, good girl), probs an age gap, joel is kinda condescending but its sweet okay

an : this is not proof read i just wanted to post lol

“this needy little pussy doesn’t give up, does she?” he murmured, nosing into the hair above your ear as he spoke in a gruff whisper. you shook your head, mind clouded with arousal. he smiled and rested his forehead against you.

“she’s always so ready for me,” he mumbled, his hand snaking down the front of your clothed body towards where you needed him most, “i bet if i slip my hand under here, ‘s gonna be-“

he paused with his lips parted as he ran a finger through your centre, collecting the evidence of your need and sliding it up over your aching clit, forcing a whimper from your throat.

“-oh.. there she is,” he groaned, circling his finger around your sensitive bundle of nerves attentively. you whined at the unfulfilling touch when he pulled his hand away, cruelly grinning into your skin.

“we can’t have that, now, can we, sweetheart?” he grumbled, almost pitifully, his lips finding the skin of your neck. he kissed the warm, supple flesh gently - with soft, dry kisses before he made his way from beneath your ear towards your chest, coercing hushed sighs from your mouth. his hands found their way to your hair, lacing his fingers through the stray strands as he licked his lips; he made them wet, and planted them on your neck again.

“joel,” you murmured longingly as he took such a painstakingly long time to focus on where you so badly needed him.

“patience, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your skin, making his way back down to the neckline of your shirt. he shoved your shirt upwards, exposing the expanse of skin over your torso that he was quick to press his lips to. he left a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses down your abdomen, and stopped when he reached the waistband of your pants. he stared up at you with an almost dazed, lopsided grin as his hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your skin and thumbs into the fabric of your pants.

you bucked your hips, a subconscious way of reminding him of your needs. he huffed out a chuckle, resting his head against your lower stomach and placing a gentle kiss to your clothed centre. as his kiss lingered, you arched your back in silent invitation. he shook his head in amusement and decided it was time to put you out of your misery, his fingers hooking under the waist of both your pants and underwear, dragging them down your thighs. he shifted to kneel on the floor, before your sprawled-out frame. he squeezed the supple flesh of your thighs in his hands, spreading them gently. you felt the warmth of his breath fan over your bare, aching centre, and whined impatiently.

“oh, don’t be getting all whiney now,” he chuckled, “you’ll get what you want, baby. I promise.”

he waited for a moment, watching closely as your hips subtly writhed in anticipation, before he gently soothed his thumb over your clit. your head rolled back, a sigh of relief soon turning to a whimper. he swirled his calloused thumb around your sensitive bundle of nerves, watching intently for your reaction as you turned to look down towards how his fingers made work of you, with your eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape. he slicked his fingertips with your arousal, pressing at your entrance and pushing inside until two fingers sank into your pussy, up to his knuckles. you mewled at the soft stretch and subconsciously wrapped yourself tightly around his fingers.

“shhh, sh, sh, i know. i know, sweetheart,” he murmured, glancing up at you from his position on the floor with a smile spread over his face. he began to curl up his fingers repeatedly, pushing into a sweet spot inside of you that made your fingers grasp onto the pillow by your hands. he stared at you, almost in awe as he pumped his fingers into you at a steady pace and encouraged soft whines from your throat.

“feels--so good,” you whimpered, eyes filling with tears as you glanced down to him, yearning for his closeness.

“yeah?” he smiled, raising his eyebrows.

“mhm,” you nodded, sounding more like a squeak.

his pace began to quicken with the addition of another finger as he sought to drive you to the edge. he glanced at your face as he repeatedly pumped his fingers inside of you, watching for any change in your reaction. a gentle moan left your throat at the feeling of his thick fingers stretching you out, whilst simultaneously coercing waves of pleasure to wash over your body.

“tha’s a good girl baby,” he praised, chuckling at the obscene wet sounds his fingers make in your pussy, “can hear how badly you needed this sweet girl.”

your back arched as his fingertips pressed into that sensitive spot deep inside of you, over and over. grateful for the relief, you whined and mewled but the pressure alone was not enough. you exhaled a huff of air, maybe in frustration.

“y’ need a little more, huh?” he taunted, his mouth starting to pave wet kisses along your thighs. you nodded fervently, keening at his gentle touch with the warmth of his lips nearing closer to your aching clit.

your head rolled back at the feeling of his tongue splaying across your sensitive bundle of nerves, almost jerking away at the sensation. he lapped over your clit, his eyes never once leaving your face as he did; his lips wrapped around it as he took you into his warm, wet mouth; your throat erupted in a series of whimpers.

your walls spasmed around his fingers as you neared the brink of release. and he hummed and murmured small words of praise against your centre, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your abdomen.

his free hand held your thigh open as your hips writhed more with each passing second; his nose pressed against your mound with his tongue flicking over you with hunger.

“joel… im…” the words died on your tongue as he huffed out a chuckle onto your clit, feeling your orgasm crash over you, a fire thrashing in your abdomen. you cried out his name as your hands grasped at the cushions beneath you, the heat turning to subtle warmth as his fingers slowed and he placed a final kiss to your pulsing clit.

you exhale a content sigh and cannot stop the smile that spreads over your lips as he kisses back up to your stomach, to your neck, to your lips. “you feel better now?”

you nod. so much better.

dividers by uzmacchiato

an : 2 posts in 2 days wtf

[ultraviolencer23]

nsfw 18+⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ minors dni!

pairing : older!joel x inexperienced!fem!reader

warnings : smut, established relationship, praise, use of pet names (darlin’, baby, good girl), inexperienced reader, fingering, unprotected p in v, jackson!joel, shy/nervous reader, fluffy, it’s implied that joel & reader are fairly new in jackson (having travelled together), joel has a filthy mouth and talks SO MUCH, appearance from tommy at the end, this is literally 3.7k words of pure pornography im sorry

summary : joel was your first. your relationship has blossomed since then but you’re still inexperienced and he is certain to let you experience everything when it comes to intimacy although you still may be nervous to try new things.

an : ik this account has been exclusively cod characters but i’ve wanted to write for joel for soo long. kinda wanna rebrand and start writing again!!!!

“c’mere,” he murmured, holding his arms out to you, effectively compelling you into his lap. you straddled his thighs and looked down at his lustful gaze, feeling your chest tighten at the sight.

he didn’t seem to care about the fight he’d just had with tommy; you hadn’t even remembered what it was about this time, but what you did remember was tommy storming out of his own house, calling joel a “fuckin’ asshole” and leaving you and him in tommy’s living room like this.

you lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder, and play with the hem of his t-shirt. you hear him sigh above you and lean back against the sofa, instinctively resting his hands on the small of your back as he nosed at the side of your neck.

“you smell real good from that soap they let us use,” he murmured, his gruff voice in your ear.

you smile a little, “i do?”

“mmh,” he hummed, his hands reaching to fidget with the ends of your hair, “don’t know about you, darlin’, but i could get used to this life o’ luxury.” he leans down to press a kiss to the exposed skin of your neck, inhaling as he does.

the flesh on the back of your neck erupts in a shiver, feeling his breath fan over you as he exhales. you stay there, on his shoulder, wanting him to continue; he does. he paves a line of light kisses down to your shoulder as he pulls the neckline of your shirt to the side. a gentle hand runs under your shirt and over the skin of your back. he grins into your skin as he hears you exhale a sigh - a happy sigh - beside his ear.

joel shifts you in his lap, bringing you closer to where his hips bend and gently pulling you from the crook of his neck.

“joel..” you murmur shyly, to which he replies with the raise of his eyebrows in questioning. “you’re um… i can feel you..”

he gives a light chuckle in response and traces his fingertips over where your hair falls over your face, “that right darlin’? you feel what y’re doin’ to me?”

you give a shy nod, feeling your cheeks grow hot. he notices how you avoid looking at his face.

“don’t be goin’ all shy on me now, baby. ‘s alright to feel things.”

you nod again, glancing down to his lap where his jeans seemed much too tight and constricting. he notices but doesn’t say anything, his hands moving to your hips and gently up your sides beneath your shirt. they rise just beneath your breasts; he softly thumbs over your nipples, watching your face intensely for a response. you almost squirm at the delicate touch as you watch the shape of his hands moving beneath your shirt, and exhale a quiet sigh of his name.

“we haven’t done it like this before, have we?” he speaks softly, his hands moving back down to your hips as he sees your nipples are hardened under the soft fabric.

“what?”

“we’ve never fucked with you… on top o’ me,” he repeats. a thumb comes up to trace along your jawline and your eyes flicker back up to his face as you shake your head. he smiles when you look at him, “mmm… you wanna change that, baby?”

you nod.

his smile widens and his thumb on your jaw slides down your neck, to your shoulder, where he pushes your hair back. his other hand transgresses the waistband of your sleep shorts, watching your face as he does so. his hand nestles over your centre, the pads of his fingers tracing over you through your underwear, feeling the dampness. your eyes flutter but you watch intensely as he then delves beneath the thin fabric.

“let’s open you up a bit for me baby, huh?” he says, rubbing slow circles over your clit.

you nod eagerly, his words clouding your mind with arousal.

“there y’ go darlin’.. ‘s a good girl,” he praises as you whimper at his touch. he runs a calloused fingertip through the seam of your pussy, coating himself in your wetness.

using his other hand, he finds the hem of your shirt, and slides it up your waist, exposing your abdomen. “can i take this off?” he asks, glancing up at you.

“i…” you hesitate — what about tommy? if he comes back..? joel continues to swirl his fingers over your sensitive clit, making it near impossible to articulate thoughts. “i— don’t know.. what— what if tommy comes ba-ck?” you struggle between short pants and breaths.

he shakes his head and chuckles, “tommy ain’t comin’ back anytime soon darlin’. don’t you worry.”

“but… if he does? i don’t wanna.. take it off.”

his eyes soften; his fingers slow. “you’re worried about him seein’ you like this, hm?”

you nod.

“th’s okay, baby. you don’t gotta. ‘s okay,” he reassures gently.

you nod again.

he takes his hand from your centre and moves both to your waist, pulling your shirt back down. he places soft, wet kisses along your neck again, speaking softly as he does, “‘s no worries.. we’ll just take it slow. lemme take care o’ you.”

his hand finds its way to your hair, tucking it behind your ear. he pulls away from your neck as he feels you fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt, and glances up at you expectantly.

“are you.. gonna take yours off?” you murmur, afraid he’d say no and accuse you of hypocrisy.

he raises an eyebrow and smiles, amused that you’re asking. “you feelin’ shy again darlin’? y’ want me to take it off?”

you nod cautiously.

smiling wider, he laughs lightly, “all right, darlin’.” he takes the hem of his t-shirt from your fingers and lifts it over his head, exposing his abdomen and chest, and his hands find your hips again. your eyes rake over his skin, speckled with greying hairs over his chest and a trail of them that let down to his jeans. he watches you watch with a grin wide on his lips, almost with pride.

he gently runs a hand up your thigh; his touch reminds you that he is not in fact just an object that you get to stare at. you glance back up to his face, almost guiltily for the way your hungry eyes take him in.

“don’t feel bad for lookin’, darlin. y’ know i don’t mind.”

he feels you start to get restless in his lap, growing needier with each passing second. his hand slips back beneath your shorts, eliciting an almost frustrated whine from your throat, needing some real alleviation.

“shhh.. ‘s okay baby. ‘m gonna give you what you need in a bit.” his fingers softly graze your centre, wanting to see how much more he could rile you up.

you grind down into his fingers, the whisper of contact simply not enough. he pushes back against you in response.

“you need it real bad, huh?”

you nod, eyes staring to well with tears of need and frustration.

“ohh, i know darlin’, i know,“ he whispers, fingers still circling over your swollen bundle of nerves, as he glances up to you in awe. “you still wanna try bein’ on top?”

you nod.

“good girl.. tha’s my girl…. just need’a get y’ opened up a bit for me, ain’t that right?”

a whimper escapes your throat, feeling your core pulse at his words.

“oh, baby,” he muses pitifully, “…now, ‘m just gonna start with one finger, ‘kay? work up to maybe 3. that all right?”

your mouth falls agape as he pushes one digit into you, up to the knuckle and he curls it towards himself. “not 3, joel.. i don’t want—“

“shhh.. ‘s alright baby. i’ll do whatever you want, ‘kay?” he reassures as he repeatedly pumps his finger inside of you, soothing over that sweet little spot that made your head roll back. your hands move to his biceps, squeezing onto them tightly; he smiles widely as you do.

“there ‘y go.. ‘s a good girl.. lemme hear you baby,” he murmurs, adding a second finger.

you whine softly as he pushes that little bit further inside, and your pussy involuntary squeezes around him, almost keeping his fingers in place.

“j—joel..” you whimper, feeling how the bicep that is pumping his fingers inside of you strains and flexes beneath your grasp with each movement.

“c’mon baby, y’ gotta relax f’ me.. squeezin’ me so god damn tight.. ‘s like y’r try’na break my fingers or somethin’,” he chuckles, gently soothing his free hand down your side.

“sorry,” you whimper, slightly embarrassed although you know he doesn’t mind.

“‘s alright darlin’.. there y’ go, ‘s alright,” he mutters, feeling you open up as warm waves of pleasure wash from your abdomen and over your body.

“such pretty sounds y’r makin’ baby,” he compliments as you whine, mewl and babble his name, obscene wet sounds making your mind go fuzzy, “you think you’re opened up enough f’ me yet darlin’? y’ ready for me?”

he slows his fingers as you nod; with one last deep push into your aching spot, he removes them from you.

you whimper at the emptiness, shifting upon his lap and eyes darting around his face pleadingly.

“i know, i know darlin,.. y’ wantin’ more ain’t ya?”

you nod shamelessly.

“well now baby.. i need you to be patient for me then.. don’t want you hurtin’ yourself because you were impatient, now, do we?”

you shake your head, becoming aware of your neediness.

“hmmm.. didn’t think so,” he muses as he leans back into the sofa, “now.. you wanna unbuckle me or do you want me to do it?”

his fingers splay over his belt; you look between his hands and his face, afraid of disappointing him.

“um… you can do it,” you mumble

“tha’s all right. ‘s no problem darlin’,” he smiles at your bashfulness as his fingers begin to make work of his belt. he doesn’t wait to pull the soft leather from his jeans; he just unbuttons and unzips them, his self control running low.

he sees your curious gaze glancing down to his hands, eyeing his arousal through the thin fabric of his underwear. “you got me so fuckin’ hard baby,” he chuckles, palming himself through his boxers with a soft grunt.

you blush in response, unable to hide the proud smile that spreads over your lips. he grins, and his thumb moves to your lower lip, gently brushing over the delicate skin. “sweet girl,” he muses, “y’ still alright with bein’ on top?”

you nod in response, excitement building and tightening your chest.

“all right then darlin’. y’ just need’a relax for me, okay? we’ goin’ real slow, just like we’ve been doin’ so far, right?”

you nod; he holds your gaze for a little while, his fingertips moving to the hem of your shorts where he traces along their underside, “can i take these off darlin’?”

you nod eagerly - maybe too eagerly. smiling, he hooks his fingers into their waistband and tugs them down your thighs. you lift a leg out of them to help, leaving them dangling from your other. his thumbs rub over the front of your underwear, “‘m just gonna pull these to the side, that all right baby?”

you nod again, and he squeezes your thighs, shifting you closer, musing a quiet “c’mere” as you settle further into his lap, the most intimate part of you flush against his still clothed hardness. “there you go darlin’.. you ready to give it a go?”

“mhm,” you almost whimper, lifting yourself slightly as he palms himself again, before he pulls himself out - achingly hard and leaking at the tip. he strokes his hand over himself once, a small groan leaving his lips. his freehand settles at your hip, guiding you to hover over him, as you steady yourself on his shoulders and look between your two bodies.

“just do whatever feels natural, baby.. whatever feels right, okay? you ain’t gonna hurt me and i ain’t gonna judge you,” he reassures, as if he can feel your racing mind.

you nod and you let yourself fall a little closer to him, whimpering when you make contact. his tip notches at your weeping entrance; he slides the head of his cock through your slick, eliciting a small whine from deep in your throat.

“easy baby.. now, y’re nice ‘n’ wet, so it shouldn’t hurt, okay? ‘s just gonna feel real full,” he mutters with an adoring glint behind his eyes as he takes the image of you in: eyes fluttering closed, hair slipping over your shoulder, mouth agape and falling apart on his lap.

you lower yourself down a little more, his tip pushing into you and your pussy swallowing him wholly. you earn a grunt from joel; he moves both his hands to your waist, gently guiding you over him, selfishly unable to hold himself back.

“just like that baby.. yeah, feels real good.. there y’ go,” he mumbles breathlessly, feeling you lower further. you instinctively squeeze around him at the praise, your abdomen fluttering and erupting in spasms of warmth, sinking yourself down until you’ve taken him to the hilt.

he releases a guttural groan at the warmth of you clenching around his cock. on the brink of losing himself already, he tightens his grip on your hips and stills you, a series of grunts and breaths stringing from his throat. “christ, baby.. y’ gonna have to wait just a minute.. just a sec.. y’ got me seein’ fuckin’ stars sweet girl,” he speaks, his eyebrows pinched together and eyes tightly closed.

you moan out at the feeling of fullness, your head falling to rest in the crook of his neck as his dick presses into a delicious spot deep inside of you. he regains composure after a little while and begins to lift your hips slightly before pulling you back down. soft mewls and whines fill his ear, the pretty sounds travelling straight to his cock.

“mm.. there y’ go baby girl.. y’ feel that? feels nice ‘n’ full, huh?”

you nod weakly, feeling tears begin to well in your eyes at the sensation of being so full. lifting you with both hands, he slides one up your side beneath your shirt; you help him by steadying your legs around his thighs and raising yourself up, before he pulls you back down, earning a loud whine as a tear spills down your face.

he moans, head leaning back and reeling in the way you’re wrapped around him so tightly. noticing the small stream down your face, he speaks breathlessly, “you okay darlin’? you ain’t hurting on me, now, baby, are ya?”

you shake your head, barely able to concentrate on his words, “‘m fine.. just feels— good.”

his thumb wipes over your warm cheek as he grins, “mm.. well.. you’re doing so good f’ me baby.”

as you squeeze around him again, he grunts loudly, his hold on you tightening and an almost pained expression coming over his face. “i swear to christ, y’re doin’ that on purpose,” he strains.

“sorry,” you mumble, trying to relax.

he smiles and shakes his head, “don’t apologise baby.. felt real good. y’r pussy’s just so goddamn tight.”

you start to move on your own, your forearms resting on his shoulders for leverage as you push yourself up and then back down, building a painstakingly slow rhythm. your faces just mere inches apart, he grabs onto your chin and pulls you to his mouth, your lips pressing together hungrily. he swallows your whines and moans with his tongue pushing into your mouth and his lips enveloping yours as you keep up your slow pace, up and down over his cock. he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, leaving wet marks along your neck that have you whimpering his name.

“tha’s a good girl baby,” he murmurs into your skin, “just make y’self feel good.. take y’r time… that’s it, take it nice ‘n’ slow darlin’.”

you take him slow and deep, undoubtedly unable to increase your pace, but he’s patient enough to let you take him however you want to. his cock notches against that sensitive spot inside of you that only joel knows, dragging along your walls with every rut against him. you look down and watch as you take him, filled to the brim every few seconds, your clit pressed against his greying hair. his chest gleams with droplets of sweat and his abdomen rises and falls with his short breaths. your mouth stays agape and you bury your head into his neck, moaning into the skin there each time you feel him deeply.

“ohh.. ‘s that feel good sweet girl?” he asks as he looks down to you pressed against his shoulders.

“uh-huh,” you mewl, barely able to form coherent words.

“tha’s good.. doin’ so fuckin’ good f’ me baby.”

its not long before your thighs begin to ache. you slow down even further, your legs burning with fatigue. being on top isn’t as easy as it seems; you grasp onto joel with the last ounce of energy you have left.

he feels your thighs tremble and your pace begin to slow more. “you doin’ okay there darlin’?” he drawls, guiding your head out from his neck.

“i— i can’t joel,” you almost whine as you stop, his cock still hard inside of you.

“‘s okay baby. you tired y’self out, huh?” he murmurs empathetically, giving a light kiss to your cheek, “you wanna get on your back?”

you hesitate for a moment, wondering if he’s secretly disappointed, but nevertheless, you nod. “c’mon,” he muses, lifting you onto your back, his dick still inside of you. as he lays you down onto the couch, he gently soothes kisses over your neck and your legs wrap instinctively around his waist. you shuffle yourself downwards slightly, getting comfortable and you exhale a needy sigh, moving your arms to enclose over his back as he holds himself above you.

“‘s that better baby?”

you nod and give him a smile, to which he returns with a grin and a tender kiss to your lips before he pulls back his hips and pushes them back into you. he starts to set a slow pace with long, gentle strokes, grunting with each movement, feeling you tighten around him as the speed of his hips gradually increases. a particularly deep thrust had your back arching with a sharp moan and your nails press down into his back. his head drops at the feeling, a series of loud groans leaving his mouth, as he caught a glimpse of your lower abdomen rising slightly with each thrust of his hips. his groans turn into a soft laugh as he continues to rut into you.

“oh.. sweet jesus baby..” he says, glancing up to your face, “gimme y’r hand.”

you take a hand from his back and hold it to him. his own hand encloses over the top of yours and he moves it between your two bodies, placing it over your abdomen as his hips move against you. you whimper at the feeling of his cock pushing against your walls from the outside, the flesh of your stomach pushing against the palm of your hand as his thrusts quicken in their pace.

“y’ feel me right here, hm? y’ feel that baby?” he almost taunts, pressing your hand down a little harder. the extra pressure has your eyes rolling closed; you tighten around him subconsciously.

“ohhh.. she likes that, huh?” he chuckles, removing his hand from yours and picking up his pace, determined to drive you closer to the brink of your high. his thrusts grow more erratic as he nears the edge himself, haphazardly pushing in and out of you as he begins to lose focus. he feels you swallowing his cock tighter with each movement of his hips.

“you gettin’ close f’ me baby girl?”

you nod, the pleasure building at your abdomen overwhelming all of your senses.

“c’mon then baby. let go f’ me darlin’. lemme feel ya.”

his ruts grow deliberately deeper and faster; he grunts grow louder and strained behind his teeth. you mewl into his ear, your back arching your abdomen into his and the heels of your feet digging into his lower back.

“joel— i’m..”

“tha’s it baby. don’t fight it.. let it happen.. good fuckin’ girl.”

his praise pushes you over the edge, the coil inside of you pulling taut and your core spasming with waves of heat, carnal pleasure shooting all the way to the tips of your fingers. your clit pulses as he continues to sloppily move inside of you, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm, until he feels he’s about to collapse over the brink with one last thrust. he pulls himself out and strokes his wet cock a few more times before he bunches up your shirt and spills himself over your stomach with a guttural groan, his hips jerking with each rope of come that paints your abdomen.

he collapses atop of your spent body with one final grunt as his head falls to rest on your shoulder. your body still trembles with the aftershocks of your high whilst you both try to catch your breath.

“fuckin’ hell,” he chuckles breathlessly, glancing up to see a lazy smile spread across your face, “you doin’ alright there baby?”

“mhm,” you hum, too tired to talk as your eyes flutter closed.

“good.. you did real good darlin’… y’ know.. i was—“

the sound of the front door opening. joel’s head drops to your shoulder again, muttering a quiet “shit”. your body is hidden beneath him; tommy must’ve been able to see joel’s back from behind the sofa. you hear what could only be tommy’s laugh.

“don’t tell me you two have just fucked on my couch.”

“uhhh..”

an : haven’t posted in likee 10 months oopsies

dividers by uzmacchiato

[ultraviolencer23]

nsfw 18+⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ minors dni

pairing : simon “ghost” riley x virgin!fem!reader

warnings : soft smut, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart), use of 'good girl', praise, gentle simon, oral (f receiving), first time oral, no sex

"this all f' me?" he asked with the raise of his eyebrows, taking in the view of your glistening pussy as he held your legs open with little effort. you glanced down at the man staring at the most intimate part of your body, feeling slightly self-conscious and exposed beneath his eyes. he looked up to you for a response, as you slowly nodded your head, mind clouded by your nervousness and desperate need for his touch.

"oh baby," he murmured, gently pushing his thumb into your wetness and watching for your reaction. you whined in response, subtly bucking your hips up for more, only craving him deeper by the second. "we can't have that, sweetheart," he muttered, lightly toying with your clit, "i'll make it feel better, yeah?"

you nodded fervently in reply, desperate for that dull ache to be soothed by him. "good girl," he said, wasting no time before placing a feather-light kiss to your aching clit. he softly licked at your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting quiet mewls and whines from your throat as you writhed in pleasure beneath his hold.

"so sweet," he mused, gently thumbing over your wet entrance, making you jolt with sensitivity, and whine with the unfulfilling touch. "you’ve got yourself so worked up," he said, collecting your slick with his fingers and circling it around your clit. you exhaled a moan of relief, as your ache finally got the attention it needed, feeling it instantly alleviate as his fingers gently worked upon you.

with two fingers, he collected your arousal, using it to slide into your entrance for the first time, making your breath hitch in your throat. you watched his movements closely, saw how gently he manoeuvred his fingers against your walls, until he hit that spot inside of you. reflexively, your head fell back with a whine coming from your throat at the pure pleasure he caused.

you brought your hands up to cover your face, feeling so vulnerable under the blissful sensation, as his fingers slowly worked in and out of your soaked-through pussy. he brought his mouth to you, lapping at your wetness, adding greatly to the pleasure that hit you in waves. "sweetheart," he mumbled, lips still around your clit, "don't be embarrassed." he pulled your hands from your face to see your tear-filled eyes looking down at him. "takin' it so well for me."

he curled his fingers upwards to press into that sweet spot within you, making your eyes roll closed, eliciting a loud whine from your mouth. "that's a good girl," he murmured, tongue swirling around your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers softly pumped in and out of you. you unknowingly clenched around his fingers at his remark, hearing him huff out a chuckle as a new wave of arousal turned your mind inside out.

"you like that baby?" he asked, looking up to your teary eyes, "you like being called a good girl?" you whimpered and nodded in reply, grasping onto the sheets beneath you solely due to the sound of his gravely voice.

"s..simon," you whined, bucking your hips up to meet his tongue and fingers as you felt the pleasure tightening in your lower belly, "it feels weird."

"that's okay, baby," he reassured, "let it happen." he ploughed his fingers back and forth, simultaneously circling his tongue over your clit with his nose pressed into your soft skin above and lapping at your arousal as if starving with hunger.

your back arched with the overwhelming sensation coursing through your body, making your hips writhe with desperation for relief. he held you down to the bed beneath you, pressing a flat palm to your lower stomach to stop your movement; his warmth pushed you closer to the edge of release: his tongue, his mouth, his fingers, his hand. every feather-light touch enlightened that spark within you that needed alleviation.

"sim.. simon, i'm.. it feels really strange," you mumbled, eyes closing tightly as short gasps came from your mouth.

"that's it. come on, sweetheart," he urged, increasing the pace of his fingers, swirling his tongue around your sensitive clit inside his mouth. your hands searched for something to hold onto, as pleasure hit you in waves of fire. his hand on your lower abdomen found yours, lacing his fingers with yours as you squeezed tightly and the building sensation tipped over the edge, outflowing like a thrashing wave of euphoria. your mewls and whines filled the room as you bucked your hips in overstimulation, the ache finally subsiding at the hands of him.

"there you go, baby," he uttered, "good girl." you breathed heavily as your chest heaved, coming down from your first high.

an : apologies for the 2 month absence..

[ultraviolencer23]

New follower because of that older price teaching reader how to give head. It was scrumptious and gave me another wrinkle in my brain.

thank you so much, love!!! i could cry, everyone on here is so sweet. i truly appreciate all the love🌸🌸

side note : thanks so much for all the asks that have been sent involving new ideas!! i’m currently writing a few but it takes me a while to “perfect” them, so they may just take a little while

thank you!! lily.

[ultraviolencer23]

Older price showing younger reader how to give head. Praising us as he forces his thick cock down our throats.... (Sorry for being a menace)

an : stop this had me giggling and kicking my feet!! older price has my heart <3

nsfw 18+・₊✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆ minors dni!!

pairing : older!price x fem!reader

warnings : smut, oral (m receiving), rough, praise, non-specified age gap, kinda innocent reader

"on your knees, sweetheart," he commanded, giving you no choice but to comply. you silently obliged and settled your knees upon the wooden floor beneath you, glancing up at his stern-looking face. "you ever sucked cock before, honey?" he asked, tracing his fingers over your jaw.

you shook your head in response, adrenaline coursing through your mind. he huffed out a chuckle. "of course," he smiled, "that's okay. i'm gonna teach you, alright?"

you nodded nervously, watching him begin to undo his belt, hearing the clanking buckle as the strip of leather dropped to the floor, and watching his steady fingers unfasten his trousers' button. in an almost desperate manner, he shoved his pants down his thighs, leaving his boxers, that seemed much too tight, for he had hardened from the moment his eyes found themselves set upon you. his hand instinctively came down to palm his ache with a low grunt leaving his throat.

your eyes widened at the sight, catching a glimpse of the outlined size of his dick beneath the fabric. you felt yourself subconsciously fidgeting with your hands as he pulled the waistband of his underwear down, reavealing his thick, solid cock. as he took it in his hand, you felt your heart rate quicken at the sheer size of him, almost in fear, watching him stroke the shaft a few times before stepping closer towards you.

"don't worry, sweetheart," he muttered, "y' gonna be fine." replying was the last of your thoughts; instead, you began to reflexively open your mouth as he inched closer. you gently wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking off his pre-cum, whilst staring up at him with wide eyes, yearning for some praise. "that's it, honey," he said, lacing his fingers through your hair, "now, you gotta take it a bit deeper, that okay?"

you pulled away to nod in reply, before moving back to his cock, once again wrapping your lips around his tip, but now slowly taking more of him in your mouth. "good girl," he groaned, "now  move up and down, like this. let me show you."

without hesitation, he grasped a handfull of your hair, allowing him to easily move your head up and down his cock as he wished. you found your eyes closing as his tip inched further into your mouth and back out repeatedly, when you felt the grip on your hair tighten.

"eyes up here," he said; your teary eyes fluttered open to see his face contorted in pleasure, as he used your mouth to get himself off. he bucked his hips towards your mouth, making you splutter around his cock, and causing held up tears to spill down your face as he hit the back of your throat.

"sorry, honey," he grunted, holding onto the sides of your head and thrusting his hips towards your mouth. one especially deep thrust had your throat contracting around his cock, dragging a guttural moan from his mouth. "fuck. that's a good girl, baby," he groaned, "doin' so fuckin' well for me."

the length of his cock ploughed in and out of your mouth and the speed of his hips increased as he brought himself closer to the edge. as his thrusts grew more desperate, more haphazard, his grasp on your hair grew tighter, his grunts grew louder and you moved your hands to hold onto his thighs to steady yourself from his relentless pace.

"oh honey, so good for me," he groaned, leaning his head back with eyes closed in ecstasy, rutting his hips up to your face in exasperation. the touch of your soft hands against his skin was enough to drive him mad, only encouraging the ceaseless movement of his hips as you had no choice but to take his cock down your throat.

“‘m gonna fuckin’ come,” he grumbled, keeping up his harsh pace with his hands tightly tangled in your hair, “you’re gonna take it all.” with a few more deep thrusts, you felt his cock swell in your mouth, along with a loud series of groans that clouded your mind with desire. “fuck,” he grunted with one final pump, spilling himself into your mouth, rope after rope.

instinctively, you swallowed the liquid as he took his cock from your mouth and looked down upon you in awe, taking in the sight before him. you smiled up at him and his entranced state as he chuckled in response, offering you his hand to stand up from the floor.

“you took that so well, honey.”

[ultraviolencer23]

nsfw 18+⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ minors dni

pairing: simon riley x fem!reader

warnings: smut, non-specified (legal) age gap, praise, pet names

you grasped at simon’s back as he brought you close to the edge, your nails digging deeper into his back. "simon," you whined loudly with furrowed eyebrows and mouth agape, pulling your head away from his neck.

"that's a good girl," he whispered, starting to kiss your lips to quieten your moans since he knew you were getting close. he continued plunging himself into your entrance as the deep feeling of pleasure slowly began to feel overwhelming.

you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into him and biting down on his skin. he groaned deeply and buried his own face in your hair as he further increased his pace, chasing his high. you pulled away from his neck, looking up at him, teary-eyed and whimpering his name desperately. "i’ve got you, love," he murmured, kissing your parted lips and snaking one hand between both of your bodies to your swollen, aching clit. his rough fingertips drew small, fast circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves while continuing to thrust in and out of you.

your walls tightened around him and your face contorted as he brought you ever so close to the edge, making his cock twitch inside of you. "you gonna come?" he asked gruffly, keeping up his speed as he grew close himself. in reply, you could only nod your head helplessly, unable to form words as your orgasm began to crash over you. "im- f- simon," you cried out as the tightening coil snapped in your belly and you came around his cock, feeling like fireworks exploding inside of you and your pussy becoming overwhelmingly sensitive as simon fucked you through your high. after only a few seconds, he came inside you, groaning "fuck, sweetheart," and resting his forehead against yours. the inexplicable sensation clouded your senses as your high slowly faded away, softening the ache at your core.

you both breathed quickly and heavily as you came down from your high and he pulled out of you, making you wince at the slight pain it caused.

"sorry, love," he muttered, rolling onto his back beside you and pulling you into his arms to rest your head on his chest. you intertwined your legs with his and snuggled closely into his bare skin.

“i love you, sweetheart,” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss on your head.

an: requests are open so ask away!!

[ultraviolencer23]

nsfw 18+⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ minors dni!!

pairing : simon riley x fem!reader

warnings : smut, praise, use of “good girl”

your back arched off the bed as he repeatedly ploughed in and out of you, gripping onto the sheets above your head for some leverage. he grunted into your mouth as he lazily kissed you, trying to quieten your moans as he knew soap, price and gaz were next door.

"good girl," he whispered and felt the way you subconsciously clenched around his cock as his words sent a new wave of arousal to your core. "you like that huh?" he taunted with a grin, brushing some hair out of your face, "you like when i call you a good girl?"

you nodded slowly, slightly embarrassed and trying to contain your moans as he thrusted more quickly into you, only eliciting more whines from your throat. he chuckled in response, kissing your jaw gently as you gasped at the multitude of sensations rushing over your whole body. your hands moved down to grasp at the sheets beneath you, searching for purchase when his cock found that sensitive spot within you, pushing into it over and over again.

"simon," you whined, your head pressing into the pillows beneath you with the overwhelming pleasure writhing through your bones.

"sh shh," he hushed, “need’a be quiet, love.” moving his lips to kiss you again, he attempted to quieten your noise as you felt yourself growing closer to the edge with every word he uttered - and he felt it too.

“fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” he grunted, feeling the way your pussy clamped down around his cock, your orgasm rapidly building up within your core. “you gonna come?” he asked, slightly strained with his own high quickly impending.

you nodded, closing your eyes tightly with furrowed eyebrows, feeling yourself tip over the edge with a few more harsh thrusts. your orgasm thrashed over you like a tidal wave, making your back arch up into simon’s front as you whined and moaned, grasping onto his back as he continued to move in and out of you, chasing his own high. with the erratic spasms around his cock, he pushed into you a final time, filling you so full before spilling his come deeply inside of you with a guttural groan. you whimpered in overstimulation.

“oh, baby,” he groaned, collapsing atop of you and gently pulling you into his strong arms, rolling the both of you over and kissing the top of your head. you sighed in contentment, laying your head on his chest and staring up at him with flushed cheeks.

“that wasn’t loud, was it?” you asked, remembering those in the room next door.

“don’t know,” he muttered, raising his eyebrows with a sigh, “you’d better hope those idiots in there didn’t hear you.”

an : my first time posting smut on tumblr.. hope this isn’t terrible!!