where stars fall in love

“Haven’t you both worked a job together?” Harry asked, raising a brow.

“Where she stole Princess Tilde’s crown and almost all of the Swedish royal family’s inheritance? That was not a job!” Eggsy didn’t mention that you were a fraction of the reason that his situationship with the Crown Princess of Sweden had ended.

Maybe it was when he shot into the priceless ceiling trying to catch you. If he knew you were a woman, he definitely wouldn’t have shot at you.

When he was chasing you down, he probably broke a bunch of very expensive things as you toyed with him.

The final straw was probably whenever he was trying to follow you as you were suspended up into the air, almost picturesque as the rope drew you up to the ceiling, and you kissed him.

“Well,” Merlin spoke, looking up at the ceiling. “They call her Angel. She’ll be a very good asset to the team.”

Eggsy scoffed. “A good asset to who?”

“Eggsy,” Harry said his name sternly, the younger man mumbling softly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “She’s going to be on the job.”

When the bell rang downstairs, Eggsy glanced at the door. Normally, he wouldn’t be concerned with who came in, but something felt off.

He heard soft voices behind the door, and the second he reached for his pistol, you walked in.

At first, he didn’t recognize you — he was used to seeing you in tight black clothes that covered every inch of your skin, your eyes barely showing through goggles that hid the true color of your eyes.

Now, you wore a pretty lilac dress that flowed down to mid-calf, some white converse that went up to your ankle, and a thin white sweater that covered your shoulders. In all honesty, you looked very innocent — something he didn’t like.

“Hi,” you smiled as you raised your comically large tote bag, your hand moving away from your neck to reveal a necklace with a large amethyst stone in the center — one you stole from the Swedish jewel vault. “It’s nice to meet you guys in person!”

You were too happy, too nice. Eggsy hated it. 

“We’ve already met,” Eggsy basically spat, and you smiled as your fingers trailed over the necklace.

“Have we?” You tilted your head, then gasped. “Oh! You were Princess Tilde’s bodyguard!”

Eggsy held back the urge to mock you. He really didn’t like you right now. “I wasn’t her bodyguard.”

You tilted your head a little. “Boyfriend?”

“That’s besides the point,” Merlin dismissed quickly, sighing as he swiped his tablet and a picture appeared where the painting once was. “This will be what you’re stealing-”

“Uhm, Mr. Merlin, sir?” You interrupted, tilting your head. “Sorry to interrupt, but… uhm… I can’t see anything.”

That made Eggsy snort softly, of course you couldn’t see anything! You needed glasses to see what was on the screen, and you wouldn’t get those too easily.

“Oh, apologies,” Harry reached forward and took the glasses off of Eggsy’s face, making him sputter softly as you sat down next to him. “Agent Gallahad has already looked at it, so you can take his glasses.”

Were there seriously no spare glasses?!

“Oh, thank you!” You took the glasses, gasping. “How cool!”

He hated the fact that you looked very good with his glasses on.

As Merlin and Harry talked about the mission the two of you have to go on this coming Friday, the normal undercover team where the two of you were dating and he was some high class guy that wanted to take you on a date to an art exhibit. Apparently there was some sort of harddrive with government secrets or something hidden inside an NFT that was being put on auction tonight.

“Hey,” you whispered to him, and he barely glanced over at you. “Woah. That’s rude.”

Eggsy scoffed slightly. “I’m rude? You kissed a random guy, and that random guy was me!”

You pouted slightly. “Isn’t that why you were chasing me?”

“What?!” Eggsy’s whisper yells were getting louder. “Of course not!”

“Oh,” your shoulders deflated a little before looking over at him. “I’m sorry.”

He paused when you apologized – he certainly wasn’t expecting that. You just apologized? Why did you apologize? You weren’t supposed to apologize, you were supposed to be a villain.

“Anyways, is your name really Galahad?” You asked, tilting your head a little.

He swallowed, glancing over at her. “No,” Eggsy mumbled, sighing. “It’s Eggsy.”

You smiled, looking over at him. “That’s cute. I like it. You can call me angel.”

That made him smile, raising a brow. “What’s your real name?”

With a hum, you leaned closer to him, whispering,

“Now that’s cute.”

Eggsy slowly walked into one of the tailor's rooms, about to say something before he saw the dark plum dress shaping your form. You were struggling with the zipper, and you sighed softly before you saw him.

“Oh, Eggsy!” You giggled, smiling back at him. "Hey, do you mind helping me with this zipper?"

Eggsy couldn’t find words, only nodding as he came behind you, slowly zipping up the dress. His fingers were warm as he zipped it up, and you smiled.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

He hummed softly, his fingers softly trailing your shoulders. “Yeah. Real pretty, I didn’t even know they made clothes for gals here.”

You giggled a little, smiling back at him. “So… you ready to be my boyfriend for the night?”

Eggsy gently took your hand, humming. You both had been spending a lot more time together, and he shrugged a little. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

You hummed a little, squeezing his hand and gently kissing his knuckles. “You sure?”

“Why do you keep kissing me without asking, huh?” Eggsy teased you, pulling your hand to his lips and stepping forward. “Do I get to do the same?”

Eggsy’s question made you smile, gently reaching up to hold his face and pull his lips down to yours. “Yeah. You can.”

He hummed, holding your hips and kissing you again before slowly moving his hand to the back of your dress and tugging down the zipper again. “Guess.. I’ll need to zip it back up later.”

“Ah,” you made him pause, biting your lip. “We can celebrate… after we steal that harddrive.”

A groan filled the room as he rolled his eyes, sighing as he zipped your dress back up. “Fine.”

He took your hand again, leading you out. “Hey, can I steal a Van Gogh?”

“No.”

After the party, Eggsy now sat, in his house, with a Van Gogh on his desk. He rubbed his face, inhaling before you walked in, humming as you slipped the sleeves of your dress down your arms, letting the dress fall down your form.

“So… are you going to kiss me without my permission?” You asked, slowly sitting on his lap.

Eggsy couldn’t stop looking at you, swallowing as his hands gently rubbed up your back. “I told you that you couldn't steal a Van Gogh.”

You shrugged, leaning down to gently kiss against his neck as you rolled your hips. “I liked it. It's pretty.”

The rolling of your hips made him groan softly as he lifted his hips, leaning up to gently kiss against your ear as you started to undo his pants. “You’re straight to it, aren’t you?”

“You think I kissed you on the first day I saw you and I don’t want to get straight to it?” You teased him, biting his lip. “You got a condom?”

He groaned softly, standing up and easily lifting you in his arms. “Yeah. Upstairs. In my bedroom. Where I’m going to bed you.”

That made you laugh. “Bed me? What century are you in?”

Eggsy shrugged a little. “I’m English, love.”

As he went up the stairs, you pressed your lips to his, groaning as you held his shoulders before he kicked open the door. You giggled as he kicked it closed, gently placing you on the bed and opening his bedside table and taking out a condom and a bottle of lube. He didn’t think you would need it since he was ready to eat you out.

You laid back against the bed, legs spread as he slowly kneeled between your legs and gingerly kissed your inner thighs and held your hips. You inhaled deeply, moaning softly as you pushed your hands into his hair, pulling him closer as Eggsy slipped your underwear to the side.

He groaned softly as he licked against your clit, then down your slit and let his thumb continuously on your clit, a soft whine coming from your lips.

You gently rolled your hips as he slid two fingers up and down, gathering your wetness as you gently tugged on his hair. You felt your entrance clench around nothing, a soft whine coming from your mouth as you pushed his face deeper between your legs. His tongue felt so good, flicking along your cunt and his fingers slowly pushing inside of you making you squirm.

Eggsy gently pushed inside of you, gently pushing inside and flexing his fingers knuckle by knuckle that made you scream out softly. His thumb continued to rub into your clit, tongue flicking along your slit ass you whined softly.

“F-Fuck, Eggsy,” you whined, his fingers scissoring inside of you to stretch you out. “F-Fuck!”

“You doin’ okay, love?” He whispered, voice hoarse as he continued to push his fingers inside of you, and he loved watching your face. “All good? Doesn’t hurt?”

That made you shake your head, sighing in pleasure as you rolled your hips. “N-No, doesn’t hurt at all… my goodness, y-you make me feel so good!”

Eggsy smirked, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you, watching your face contort with a loud moan.

You loved it, whining as you rolled your hips, your stomach twisting. You felt yourself on the verge of coming, and god you knew it would feel so good.

As your hips rut, his fingers continuously matching your pace, his mouth moving to suck on your clit. You felt your mind blur, and you let out a long string of moans as you screamed out softly whimpering as you clenched around his fingers and gushed around his fingers.

You panted softly as he pulled his fingers out of you, pushing his fingers into his mouth as he pulled away and gently pulled your thighs off of his shoulders.

Eggsy slowly put the condom on his cock, slipping it on slowly as you lifted your hips. He bit his lip and held your hip, inhaling as he slowly slid inside of you, groaning.

Maybe you weren’t prepared, whining as you gently held his shoulders and began to roll your hips, helping him get deeper inside of you. You moaned softly, trying to keep it down before he leaned down and gently kissed your lips.

“You don’t have to hold back,” he whispered, gently biting your lip. “I’m right here.”

Oh, you knew. 

He groaned as he started to roughly thrust into you, moaning as you bounced against the bed, inhaling sharply as you pulled his mouth to your own. Every thrust drove you mad, a groan filling your mouth as you felt your stomach beginning to tighten.

“E-Eggsy, please-” you inhaled deeply, groaning loudly as his thrusts began to falter. “Goodness, fuck-!”

One single snap of his hips made you come, sobbing as he groaned, cumming into the condom as he inhaled deeply against your neck.

“God,” he whispered, swallowing. “You really are an angel.”

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“It clashes!” And with that, you stomped back into your closet as Ethan sighed.

After you had caught your father with one of his many lady friends, he gave you his black card as an apology, and you were going to enjoy spending every single penny on it. This coral definitely was not your color, but you were going to donate it rather than return it so that it still made a dent in the card amount and it wouldn’t collect dust in the closet.

“We have to go, doll!” Ethan called out, standing. He was the perfect bodyguard, unthreatening and not bulky at all, and just made the perfect man to have on your arm as eye candy. You weren’t sure where you had to go, but you had to go somewhere.

“Where are we going again?” You opened the door, carelessly taking off the dress to reveal your tits only covered with thin pasties and your thong that you thought would go well with the dress.

Ethan, who was now very used to the fact that you had no shame in doing this type of stuff, looks away a little and clears our throat. “You wanted to go to a party?”

I did? 

It was only a thought you didn’t voice out, but after you thought about it, you hummed.

“Right, yes! I remember now, it’s a senator’s kid’s party!” You giggled as you looked through your dresses, humming as you grabbed two, holding them up to your form. “Black or navy?”

Ethan only looked at you for a fraction of a second, swallowing. “The navy one.”

You pouted a little. “I want to wear the black one.”

That made him roll his eyes. “Then why did you ask?”

“So you could choose the black one,” you raised the dress in your right hand. “So?”

Ethan sighed. “The black one.”

You giggled, clapping your hands. “Perfect!”

He sighed as he sat down, and you smiled when he fixed his dick in his pants, shifting on your bed. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“And that death will be so sweet,” you giggled, slipping the dress on. You shimmied a little to get the black fabric down your hips to your upper thighs, the tight material barely covering your ass as you turned around and looked in the mirror. “Heels or boots?”

Ethan raised a brow. “Does it matter which ones I pick?”

You glowered at him, sighing. “It always matters, Ethan.”

He sighed, tilting his head back as he lifted his hips a little, trying not to grab himself in front of you. You didn't care, though, you loved it when he repositioned his cock with that veiny hand. “The boots.”

You smiled. “Right answer.”

After grabbing your black, thigh high boots made from a pretty suede material, you sat down next to him and slipped on your boots. You rose your leg into his lap, leaning back to balance yourself on your hands as you watched him zip them up before tying the lace around your upper thigh.

Ethan was very confused the first time you had him do this, but now he was used to it. You watched his pale, nimble fingers work on your leg, and you hummed softly as you switched your leg.

You lifted your hand and gently rubbed his bicep, pouting a little. “Do you think I look good, E?”

That made him clear his throat as he gently placed your foot on the ground. “We have to get going, doll.”

“No,” you caught his tie, making him look at you. “Answer me.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes flickering down to your chest then proceeding to rake down your figure. “You look amazing.”

You let out a satisfied hum, squeezing his chin. “Good boy… you ready to be a good boy for me tonight?”

Ethan swallowed, nodding again. “Yes.”

“Perfect.”

Ethan hated when you went to clubs. It was always so hard to keep track of you, whether you were taking shots in the private room or you were dancing on some random guy that he hated seeing.

He looked away for just one second, trying to see whether or not someone was a threat to you, but you escaped. He was prepared to kill everyone close to him, but when he saw you on the dance floor grinding way to hard on some guy, he snapped.

His movements were collected and quick as he shoved past people, quickly grabbing your arm and dragging you off the dance floor.

“Hey-!” You paused when you saw Ethan, then smiled. “Ethan. Hi baby.”

“Don’t do that again!” Ethan snapped, inhaling deeply. “Are you fucking kidding me? I didn’t know where you were!”

You rolled your eyes, and for fucks sake did Ethan want to slap you. Did you truly not understand what people could do with you? “I was dancing. You’re acting like I was doing coke or something.”

“That’s not the fucking point!” He yelled, inhaling deeply as he dragged you into one of the private rooms. “You could’ve been hurt.”

You pouted this time, holding his wrist. “You’re hurting me.”

Ethan sighed, letting go of your arm as he cursed again. “Got dammit, doll,” he sighed, swallowing as he leaned back against a random table in the room. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? I can't control myself around you."

That made you pause. You slowly stepped forward, gently taking the lapels of his suit jacket and tugging a little. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, gently undoing the buttons. “I know you’re just trying to protect me. I won’t do it again.”

Ethan let out a loud breath, swallowing as he closed his eyes and relaxed his arms to allow it to be easier for you to take off his clothes. He swallowed as you slowly kneeled down, putting your weight on the side of your knees as you started to undo his pants.

“I know you’re just trying to protect me,” you repeated, letting his belt fall against his upper thighs before pulling his slacks down to his knees. He was already hard, blunt tip leaking precum and a soft pink as his cock twitched to life. “I’ll make it up to you.”

He let out a loud sigh as your lips gently puckered against his cock, kissing up and down his shaft before enveloping his tips between your plump and glossy lips. You moaned softly as you closed your eyes, showing off your pretty makeup as he pushed your hair back to get a better look at you.

You opened your eyes and he inhaled sharply, groaning as you started to gently bob your head. Your lips around his cock truly felt like heaven, and when your soft hand joined your lips, he knew he was done for.

Ethan reached to hold the back of your head, humming softly as he helped you along his length, gently guiding you as you gagged softly. He heard your gagging as you squeezed the base of his cock, a soft choking noise coming from his mouth as you did so.

He watched as your other hand slid between your thighs, tugging your thong down to your knees as he guided your head up and down, your fingers slipping up and down your slit. Your fingers gently dipped into your entrance, gathering wetness before circling around your clit to spread your arousal.

His precum was slightly salty as you did a slight slurp to gather the saliva that was coming out of your mouth. Ethan let you come off his cock, letting you catch your breath as you eagerly rubbed your clit with a slight whine.

Your lips gently kissed up and down his shaft, eyes closed as you licked up and down before you dipped your fingers inside of yourself. A loud moan left your lips, and he basically broke, bending down to grab your hips and place you on the table.

“I’m too impatient for this shit,” he snapped, inhaling as he pumped himself. “I have to finish inside of you.”

You let out a small laugh, moaning as you pushed the lips of your cunt apart to allow his slight red tip that was still leaking precum into your entrance. You hadn’t quite stretched yourself out yet, but it hadn’t been very long since he last fucked you, so you weren’t too worried. 

Very long being a day.

He inhaled deeply as he pushed inside of you, groaning as he held his cock and gradually moved his hips to get deeper inside. Every roll of his hips made a soft moan come from his mouth, whines leaving your lips as you eagerly reached down to take his hand.

“Please…” you begged softly, unsure of even what you were begging for as his cock pushed fully inside of you, a loud moan leaving your mouth.

Your hips began to move on their own as he leaned down and gently kissed along your neck that was starting to collect a thin sheen of sweat, your other hand pushing behind his back as you pulled him lower.

The slight arch in his back made his cock shift inside of you, and you whimpered softly as his other hand held your hip to help lift you up a little. His thrusts were starting to get faster, breaths heavier as you bounced with his incessant thrusts, whines turning into breathless moans.

“You’re always so fucking tight,” he moaned, tilting his head back a little as he squeezed your thigh. “God, I love you… I love you so much…”

That made your eyes well up with tears, sobbing a little. “I love you too.”

He smiled, gently moving up to press his lips to yours, moaning as his thrusts got faster. He started to breathe a little more heavily, groaning as his face pinched and the knot in your stomach got a little more prominent. You whined as he pushed his hand between the two of you, rubbing your clit for some added stimulation that made your eyes roll back.

 The symphony of your moans becomes unhinged as you pull him lower and your teeth graze his lips, another whine coming from your lips. 

“Fuck!” Ethan cursed, groaning as his thrusts faltered, a long press to your clit making you whine and tipping you over the edge.

A loud scream came from your mouth, one Ethan silenced with soft kisses to your lips. “You did so good for me, doll… so, so good.”

do i sense a slight comeback? i want to say yes but I'm gonna say no to ensure that i don't jinx myself :3

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This wasn’t happening.

As the hand grabbed the bag of mixed candy that would surely give your students the perfect sugar high in your last class with them, you balanced yourself on the ground before turning around, about to snap at the person before the person outstretched the bag of candy toward you.

“Saw you havin’ trouble, doll,” he hummed, tilting his head. “Didn’t want you to fall down with those heels on.”

You paused, staring up at the man that seemed significantly older than you, wellbuilt and with slightly unkempt graying hair and beard, with scars on his right temple and on his neck as well. He was handsome, extremely so, with a dark maroon button down and some jeans with some work boots being covered by the cuffs.

“You alright doll?” He tilted his head, and his words finally snapped you out of the slight trance you were in.

“Sorry!” You quickly apologized, taking the bag of mixed candy. “Sorry, I just…” you laughed, shaking your head. How were you supposed to explain that you thought he was so attractive that you couldn’t stop looking at him? “I thought you were going to take it…”

He laughed loudly, shaking his head as he rose a brow. “You thought I was gonna take your candy bag? Trust me, doll, I don’t want the candy,” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking over your cart. “Wow… throwin’ a party?”

You laughed sheepishly, nodding as you put down the bag of candy in your cart. “Yeah, I am… tomorrow is the last day of school and I have a big party planned for my students because I’m not going to continue teaching.”

The man hummed softly. “Oh? Why not?”

You shrugged. “Needed a change of scenery… and I got an offer to work at my dream job, so it really does work out… besides, I have the rest summer off now, so I can do something I’ve really been wanting to do!”

You weren’t sure what exactly came over you to tell him so much, but he didn’t seem bothered by it as he smiled slightly, nodding. “And what’s that doll?”

You giggled sheepishly — it wasn’t some big thing that would change the world or something. “I want to learn how to ride a horse.”

It was odd when you saw him smile slightly, nodding his head. “Well you’re in luck then, doll.”

A look of confusion formed on your face as you tilted your head slightly. “How so?”

“I used to be a horse trainer,” he said, pushing his hand into his back pocket and pulling out a folded leather wallet, opening it and slowly taking out a card. “Now I own a ranch about half an hour out of town. And I rode a bit in some rodeos.”

You laughed slightly, nodding. “I definitely did get lucky.” As you looked down at the call, you smiled when you saw his name. “Joel?”

“Mhm, that’s it doll,” his voice was slightly gravelly as your stomach began to twist at his words, and he offered his hand. “Joel Miller.”

“I-I’m Y/N,” you took his hand, swallowing as he shook firmly. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too, doll.” His lips stretched out into a smile, chuckling as he squeezed your hand slightly. “Need help reachin’ anythin’ else?”

A smile formed on your face as you swallowed slightly, nodding your head. “I’m probably gonna need help with the rest of the goodies.”

“Lead the way, darlin’,” he hummed, smiling as he put his hands in his thick Ariat jacket.

You turned, putting your hands on the cart and slowly pushing as he followed you. “Thank you for your help, I really appreciate it.”

He laughed slightly, shaking his head. “Trust me, darlin’, I don’t want you to fall tryin’ to climb up shelves and hurtin’ your pretty self.”

When summer came, you were at Joel’s ranch probably more than you’d like to admit. He invited you out to the ranch for dinner and horse lessons more times than you could count, and you basically fell in love with his dog Molly.

You learned that his daughter Sarah had left for a summer camp a week before you met him. She was a competitor in some sort of horse riding circuit that Joel introduced her to, and the summer camp was getting her ready for one of the competitions that she planned on competing in.

When you got to the ranch for what felt like the hundredth time ever, you slowly got out as Molly ran towards you. A giggle escaped your mouth as you lean down to cup her snout, wiping at your cheeks as she started to lick your cheek. You laughed as you stood up, humming as you made your way toward the arena where Joel was giving his horse Chestnut a lap around.

You were dressed in some flared jeans and a button down shirt that Joel had given you because you showed up in a tank top to help with the heat. When he saw you, his lips formed a slight smile as he walked toward you with Chestnut.

“Hey darlin’.”

“Hey,” you giggled as you walked toward him, tilting your head. Joel let the lead slowly slip out of his hand as he opened his arms for you to hug him, letting you press yourself into his large chest and tuck your face into his neck while you wrapped your arms around him. His chest was so warm and he smelled like pine, hay, and a slight tinge of sweat. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, doll,” he smiled back, humming softly as he pulled away and softly stroked your cheek. “How has your day been?”

“Good,” you leaned into his rough and warm hand, shrugging slightly.

“Nothin’ special?”

You paused, thinking with a slight purse of your lips. “Well… I got to see you,” your giggle makes him smile as you lean your cheek on his chest and continue to look up at him. “That’s special.”

“You’re makin’ me blush, darlin…” he mumbled as he softly tilted your head up with two of his fingers under your chin. “Seein’ you is the best part of my day, doll.”

You only hummed softly, tilting your head into his hand as you let your fingers rub against the soft fabric of his button down. “Is it?”

“Always,” he mumbled as he reached his hand up to hold your wrist, pulling your fingers to his lips and softly kissing your knuckles. “Why do you think I keep inviting you back?”

“Mmm, I don’t know…” You whisper, biting your lip. “Keep telling me why.”

“‘You’re such a lil’ devil,” he growled out as he leaned down just enough to graze his lips to yours. “A fine… tempting little devil.”

You giggled as you leaned up enough to softly kiss his lips with a soft hum, finally taking what you had been wanting as you pushed your hand into his hair and pulled him lower. Joel let out a loud groan as his hands held your hips and pulled you closer, pulling your body flush against his as you softly tugged on his hair.

His lips are rougher than you thought they would be, not that they were very chapped but more so how rough he was kissing you. Joel held your hips with rough hands in a strong grip, pulling your hips into his own as you lifted yourself up onto your tiptoes.

“J-Joel…” you whimpered softly, swallowing as you tilted your head back. “Please…”

“Oh darlin’, you ain’t gotta beg me for nothin’,” he murmured as he gave a firm tap to your ass, making you gasp as he kissed you again. “I gotta put Chestnut back in his stall. Go inside…” his hands firmly held your ass as he let his teeth graze your lips. “You know where my room is… you get in there and you get ready for me and I’ll make sure a pretty darlin’ like you feels the best you ever will.”

You nodded as you inhaled deeply, swallowing as you rubbed his chest. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he praised you with a soft kiss to your lips, moaning softly. “Such a good fuckin’ girl…”

You slowly pulled away, turning around to walk back in before his hand pulled you back to kiss your lips again. He was already addicted as you cupped his face, moaning into his mouth as he leaned forward enough to make you lean back and his grip get stronger to support you. He tasted like mint and apples, the first from brushing his teeth and the second from stealing a piece from what he fed to the horses.

“God fuck, darlin’, you’re just irresistable,” he murmured against your lips, letting his fingers thread through your hair as he trailed his fingers down the side of your neck to trace the collar of your- his button down. “You know how irresistible you are?”

“I’m findin’ out,” you mumble back, shaking your head slightly as you tilted your head slightly for him to push his fingers down between the buttons of the shirt you wore. “Go. I’ll be inside.”

“I may have to take a shower,” he whispers, shaking his head. “Think I stink.”

“Maybe a little bit,” you mumbled back in response, but then you shrugged slightly. “I can… take a shower with you… if you want.”

“As much as that tempts me,” he let his hands leave your body with a soft groan, shaking his head. “I wanna fuck you properly… I wanna watch your hands tug against my grip and hold the bed sheets so damn tight that your knuckles cramp up… I wanna hear the bed bangin’ against the damn wall as you make fuckin’ perfect noises under me.”

Just his words made your stomach twist and turn, squeezing your thighs together as you tried to control how fucking horny he was making you. You nodded as he firmly squeezed your ass, biting his lip as he nodded to you. “Go.”

His words were an order as you turned around, your fingers still on your lips that were tingling slightly from how rough he was kissing you, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it as you walked up the porch that wrapped all around the house that you fell in love with. You had gotten Joel to put furniture and such around where the two of you had spent nights staring out at the sunset with Molly sitting between the both of you.

As you walked inside, you tried to move around Molly to get upstairs to his room, groaning softly as you went up the stairs.

“Oh Molly… don’t do that, come on Molly, go downstairs! Go! Go Molly, go!” You tried to encourage the large, almost toasted marshmallow looking dog.

She just stares at you, her muzzle wide and smiling at you as she barks up at you.

“Molly! Baby! Go!”

She whines softly as you rub between her ears making her smile again, barking before running off down the stairs. You walked into Joel’s room, smiling at the horse pictures and illustrations around the room. It was obvious that Joel didn’t do this himself, and when you saw the picture of him and his daughter, you couldn’t help but smile as you grabbed the picture and softly stroked the glass.

He looked so happy.

You slowly put the picture done before you kicked off your boots and laid back against the bed. You let your hands slowly unbutton your shirt as you arched your back and slowly lifted your chest to take off Joel’s shirt before unclasping your bra behind your back. It was possible to take it off, but you don’t, staring up at the ceiling as you let your fingers trail over your stomach.

The thought of them being Joel’s fingers make your stomach twist as you rut your hips into the air with a slight whine. You were so desperate, moaning as you let your fingers slowly unbutton your pants and lifting up your hips to slowly slide them down your thighs. At the feeling of the cold air hitting the wet spot on your panties, you gasped, groaning as you tilted your head back and let your fingers push down between your thighs and rub your cunt through the fabric that covered your heat.

You were so caught up in that feeling, distracted from the fact that the door slowly opened, Joel merely covered by a towel wrapped around his waist. He came in front of the bed, slotting himself between your parted legs as he dropped down to his knees, carefully trying not to kneel on your clothes. He pushed himself between your legs, a gasp escaping your lips as you felt his hands slowly wrap around your thighs and pull them over his shoulders.

“J-Joel-!” You gasped as your hands moved to the back of his head, inhaling shakily as his nose drags up your slit, groaning softly.

“Goodness… you’re so fuckin’ irresistible, you know that?” He groaned in between your thighs, letting his fingers hook through the soft violet fabric, slipping it to the side. “Goodness… how did I not do this earlier?”

“Joel wait-”

Your words go completely ignored as he opens his mouth widely, letting his wet tongue slather saliva all over your dripping cunt. The feeling makes you squeal, hips rutting up into the air as his large hands pull your body lower to keep your body close to his mouth. “You taste so fuckin’ good…”

You don’t even fight back, groaning as you threw your head back and tried to prevent your thighs from tightening too much around his head as they quivered. One of his hands moved his fingers from your thighs, letting them drag up and down your slit lazily as he let his spit lather all over your clit. He lets his tongue point and flick against your clit, his fingers rubbing against your entrance as he let his mouth open widely and groan into your sex.

The feeling made your eyes roll back as you pulled him further into you, groaning as your back arched and you attempted to keep him as close as you could to your cunt. When his fingers pushed into you it felt like you lost your mind, finally looking down at him to see his eyes closed as he let his tongue trail all along your entire sex.

“Fuck, you taste so good, darlin’,” he groaned, letting his fingers languidly push in and out as he let his tongue flick against your clit again. The feeling of his tongue against your clit made you whine as you fixed his face in between your thighs, his nose brushing against your skin as he began to suck at the sensitive bud.

You started to squirm, desperately trying to keep his mouth on you as you groaned loudly. When his fingers got faster, you began to whine, moaning loudly as you let your hips roll onto his digits, whimpering as they got rougher.

Your stomach began to twist and turn into knots, incoherent noises coming from your mouth as his tongue dragged from your clit to where his fingers were, his other hand coming down to rub your clit with his thumb. The feeling was so close, so so close as you continued to rock your hips, moaning.

As his digits began to scissor and flex inside of you, your eyes rolled back, unable to control the convulsing of your stomach as you moaned loudly and felt your high inch closer. His tongue flicked against your entrance, rolling his fingers inside of you as your hips began to rut unconsciously into his fingers, a soft sob escaping your lips.

When the knot in your stomach finally snapped, you sobbed even louder as you bucked your hips repeatedly, groaning as you tugged on his hair. Joel groaned into your cunt, his tongue flattening to lick the entirety of your cum off of your pretty pussy.

Your hips continued to buck as you moaned, panting as you softly stroked his hair, watching as he slowly rose up and let his towel fall to the ground. You weren’t sure if the soft curls of chest hair stuck to his body was from sweat or the shower, moaning as he pulled your legs around his waist and hiked them onto his hips.

“Got damn, pretty girl,” he mumbled softly as he kissed your lips, his mouth soft against yours and his hand stroking your cheek as the other guided his blunt cock tip against your entrance. You whined, his tip much thicker than his fingers were, moaning as you bucked your hips forward, gasping as he pushed into you. This was not something that you would’ve expected to happen today, being dicked down by a man who had been teaching you how to ride horses for the past two months.

But for fucks sake, you really did want to show him how well you had learned to ride.

“Darlin’,” you felt his fingers softly flick at your cheek, gasping as you quickly looked up at him. “Where’s your head at?”

“J-Just…” you gasped as he began to roll his hips, kissing your cheek softly as he puckered his lips to your skin. “Th-Thinkin’... about putting my riding skills to use.”

Your words made him pause as he laughed slightly, groaning as he pulled your pelvis into his, twisting making you scream out. To steady yourself, you immediately placed your hands on his chest, groaning loudly as he let you sink down onto his cock.

“Do it then,” he urged you, biting his lip as his large, rough hands spread over the expanse of your thighs, holding them like he was holding the reins of a horse. “Show me your ridin’ skills.”

Your eyes rolled back as he slowly helped you roll your hips, a loud groan falling from his lips as he bent his knees to help raise you just a little bit. The added height made you gasp loudly, your fingers spreading across his chest as you slowly lifted yourself up by raising your hips on your knees, throwing your head back.

“There you go my pretty cowgirl, ride my cock,” he groaned out, languidly thrusting his hips upward to assist you as though you were riding the back of a bucking mustang. “Fuckin’ hell, cowgirl…”

He groaned out, words drawled as your toes curled, his thick cock hitting all of those perfect spots inside of you. Your spongy walls clamped down on him so tightly that he could barely pull you off of his cock, resulting in pathetic rolls of your hips to get his hard cock to press deeper into you.

“C’mon, you can do better than that, cowgirl,” he groaned out, throwing his head back as he fixed himself underneath you, finally bucking his hips fully into you. “I taught you better than that.”

You yelled out as his thrusts picked up speed and strength, knocking you forward as you yelled out into his neck. “J-Joel-!”

“Hush,” he groaned into your neck, his hand traveling from your thigh to your ass to pull your hips lower into his. “Just let me use your perfect fuckin’ pussy…”

You choked as you held his shoulders tightly, groaning mindlessly as he continued to buck up into you, panting as he groaned into your ear. “J-Joel, wait-!”

You weren’t sure what you were begging him to wait for. This was something that you wanted for so long, to feel his thick cock inside of you and his hands on your body, his mouth sucking what felt like hundreds of hickeys along your neck as he kept you down against him. His hands held your ass, hips thrusting into you as you eagerly chased after your high with pathetic bounces in his lap.

“God fuck, darlin’, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he moaned out, throwing his head back as his hands tighten on the fat of your ass. “Tryin’ not to fill your perfect pussy up with cum and keepin’ my cock in you so you feel so fuckin’ full…”

Your mind blurred at his words, his proposal so infinitely tempting that you felt your hips speed up, rocking into his at an unforgiving pace, so quick that it made your stomach twist and your mouth open to let out all the incoherent noises to show how much pleasure he was causing you.

Moans of his name and screams of pleasure came from your mouth, soon enough getting to the point where your eyes rolled back into your head and incoherent groans of pleasure continuously fell from your mouth with what seemed like no end.

You felt used in the best way possible, the inability to even move or rut your hips but Joel taking over in every way possible – ruting up into you, guiding your hips with a strong hand on your hip, his mouth sucking hickeys against any inch of skin he can get to, and his other hand groping and massaging your tit was making your mind blur.

You felt your stomach start to twist, whining as his thrusts got more inconsistent, never missing that spot inside of you that made your toes curl.

“Fuckin’ hell, darlin’, I’m going to cum.”

You could only nod desperately, shaky hands holding his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin.

“Beg for it,” he could barely get out his words, clenching his teeth together as he held back cumming there and then from the feeling of your nails digging into his skin. “Beg for me to cum inside of you.”

You whined, shaking your head. How could you say what he wanted you to say when you could barely speak?

“Say it,” he slapped your ass, a yelp falling from your lips as you finally came back to earth. “Speak.”

“I-I want it!” You sobbed, the desperateness of your orgasm finally processing. “I want to cum, I want you to cum inside of me-!”

That was all that he needed to let himself thrust into you sporadically, never controlling himself as he groaned into your neck, finally letting himself cum. You sobbed as you felt his cum spurt inside of you, moaning loudly as you threw your head back and giving him the perfect opportunity to tuck his head into your throat and kiss at your neck.

You groaned loudly as you came from the thrusts that got him through his high, his cum spurting into you being the final push to make you cum.

Your mind was blurry and spinning, sighing softly as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “I love you.”

He kissed your hair, humming as he kissed down your temple and to your lips. “I love you too, darlin’. And I guess I just figured out that you need no help ridin’ me.”

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