in my head

Olivia Rodrigo | The Cure (2026) Styled by: Chloe & Chenelle Delgadillo

his bottom lip gently tucks between his teeth as he flexes his muscles when she grabs his arm, wanting to show off his muscles as much as possible. "nunca tienes que sentir celos de esas otras mujeres, cariño." fernando hums as he squeezes her thigh and gently runs his fingers up to the hem of her shorts.

fernando tries to conceal how turned on he is by the idea of her spending twelve hours in her panties, following a workout. he prevents himself from blurting out NO and instead just lets out a hum, "hm." his cheeks flush with red at the thought of taking her panties. it's a perverted fantasy, but he secretly uses it to amp himself up; he hopes she likes her men nasty and obsessive.

when they finally reach his driveway, he pulls on the lever on his chair and has it slide back to give her room. "i wasn't sure if you'd want an older guy." fernando admits, moaning as she touches him. his hand moves from her thigh to around the back of her neck to hold her face against him, keeping her lips kissing his body. "i bet all the guys in that bar want you... you're always the sexiest girl there..." it's no secret that she was sexy, but there's a hint of PLEASURE in his voice—he loves that other men want her... he's always been OBSESSED with the fact that she was slutty. she always seemed so in her instagram posts. he'd always secretly wished that all her photos were to tease him and give him something to enjoy when he jacks off to her.

fernando feels the orgasm build in his pants as she strokes him. embarrassingly he already feels close. "i'm such a fucking perv." fernando laughs, "if i told you all my fantasies it'd scare you away." he whispers and moans, but still gently reaches down to help her out with his pants; her stroking him over his jeans wasn't enough anymore. then his face turns so he can catch her lips in his. "pull off your panties." he whispers, borderline begging, "i need to smell you." fernando laughs. "and milk my cock for me, baby. show daddy how good you can treat him."

when they pulled over, and he made space to let her please him, joanna wanted to take full advantage of the scene. the man's body was so massive at this angle in comparison to her, it was like a delicious buffet of all her favorite foods. "wasn't sure?" the bartender raised her eyebrows in playful disbelief, a small gasp releasing as if she was in shock. "i've wanted you since the first day you came in with that blonde," she confesses in between kisses. "you looked so good... i've secretly had a crush on you since then," the alcohol in her system clearly not wearing off anytime soon. "i didn't think you were even attracted to me…" she says shyly, recalling how fernando came in the bar initially with everything opposite of who she was. god, she wanted to be noticed by him so bad. she wanted to be the one beside him at the bar, nuzzling his neck and sharing laughs… not the one serving the 'couple'. when he called her the 'sexiest girl', her core nearly creates a puddle in her underwear. she doesn't deny that other men want her. she was a pretty girl, serving alcohol— most people's vices. "yeah, so many guys in there want to fuck me," she admits, wanting to keep the focus away on other men when she had fernando currently in her grasp. "...but you're the only one i would ever let do that." her eyes raised up to his innocently, a hand cupping his face.

"really?" her cheeks start flushing red, thinking about her own fantasies of him. how long she's waited for this moment—to be alone with him. for him to show her what being with a real man was like. for him to finally take her in every sense of the word. so often, she'd hoped he would go into the bar bathroom and rip her leggings just to rub his cock on her bare ass and leave evidence of his pleasure all over her. was she a perv too? "they wouldn't scare me away..." she says assuredly while stroking him. "it'd make me want you more."

she reveals a sinful smile at his request. "fuck, you're nasty. me encanta, papi," the brunette says, trying to rip off her shorts so she can give him her panties. her new juices added to the sweat and natural aromas released throughout the day. jo gives him one more wet kiss before she holds them up for the man to take a big sniff. seeing him breathing it in like oxygen itself, she practically melts, obeying his demand to milk him. letting him freely inhale the pungent panties to his desire.

her face hovers over his dick, it was so much larger than she imagined. "if i knew you were this big, i would've let you fuck me right at the bar..." jo takes in his scent too from the base up. it makes her completely feral. she just had to taste him. she swirled her tongue around the slit where pre-cum couldn't help but drip out. it was like licking all the sugar off a lollipop. so sweet. she popped the tip out, knowing she wanted to take the length of him down her throat, but teasing him was so much better. he was getting harder by the second. the brunette spit on his dick and twisted her hands to stroke the saliva up and down his shaft— even both her tiny hands couldn't completely fit the monster cock he had. the view of him holding her panties up to his face was like art; like he couldn't get enough of her. she couldn't stop herself from getting wet at the sight of it. "mmm... that's so hot... you like the way i smell, baby?" her wrists moved in a hard consistent motion, thumb softly touching the head of his cock, feeling for his eruption.

jo couldn't resist finally getting on top of him. "wanna explode in my panties and then fuck me in them afterwards?" his illusion of choice was apparent. the heat of her pussy was right above his dick now. she could've sank down on it, but the thrill of showing the older man just how nasty she was overpowered that thought. the slutty girl snatched her underwear from his face and replaced them with her never-ending kisses again. she wrapped her cheeky thong around his large, throbbing cock, hoping to stroke him into his first orgasm of the night. "are you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?" she whispers into his mouth, nuzzling his nose, hoping to hear more of his whimpers and moans. "one of my fantasies is to keep making you nut until you can't anymore."

he's a man—which means his mind fills with nothing but thinking about her tits that TEASE him with the amount of cleavage she has and the thoughts of her wet holes for him to use. fernando remains in this liminal space between drunk, sober, and daydreaming. it isn't until he hears her call him papi that he's pulled back into reality. heat rolls up his neck and into his cheeks when he hears her and a smile that is impossible to hide curls on the sides of his lips.

"i'd love to." fernando responds, leaning back a little as she approaches him. he gauges how CLOSE they are now. the bar doesn't separate their physical forms anymore, but he still isn't close enough. he needs to be out of these clothes and INSIDE her. "it's only right. i'd hate for a beautiful girl like you to be all alone." his lustful eyes meet hers as if to tell her: I need to use your slutty holes or else i'll combust.

when he stands it's the first time he really gets a glimpse of how much LARGER he is than her. his muscles almost make him a monster compared to her petite form. an arm wraps around her as if to CLAIM her in front of everyone, as he walks out with her. his hand rests hooked around her hip and he isn't afraid to let it sink a little lower—always the pervert at heart. he wonders how much of an advantage she'll give him over her.

they walk out into the calm parking lot. the humming street lamps illuminate the almost empty lot and fernando guides the girl towards his car. he's a true gentleman, the whole way through the lot. it's easy to hold her close and walk her up to the door—even open the door for her and help her in. it's a dream come true, fernando thinks, to have the girl he's been fantasizing about, be in his car.

once he starts the car and begins driving, he doesn't ask where she lives. there's no need, because he intends on bringing her to his place tonight. "i'm glad we finally get to hang out." he tells her, coyly using the words hang out. his hand rests on her thigh, gently squeezing it to see how she'd react to his touch before slinking his hands upwards. "it feels like you're always working." he then teases, only looking at her for a brief moment before focusing back on the road.

"how long was your shift today?" the male asks, his hand gently slipping higher up her thigh. it's simple enough; small talk is easy for a chef that is constantly asked to tables to be thanked. but he finds himself sinking into his perversion—it is late and he needs to DRAIN his thoughts. he wonders how long she's been working... fantasizing about her panties already—needing her confirmation that she's been hard at work to get him off. his cock already grows in his jeans at the thought of it. his impatience cause him to speed up, going ever so slightly above the speed limit; on a race to get home so he can finally USE her.

"you're so sweet," she mentioned, stepping into the car. such a gentleman. if fairytales were real, he'd be a true prince charming. but in joanna's reality, she knows it's only like this in the beginning or for the night, and this princess intended on taking advantage of it. if he only intended on sleeping with her, she intended on taking his soul. she was never really good at half-assing things, especially when that thing was someone she saw potential in.

"i know, i was starting to get jealous of all the other women you'd bring in and get drinks with," joanna finally admitted in her tipsy state, grabbing his muscled arm that squeezed her thigh. "it's because you only ever see me while i'm there. i've been waiting to see if you'd eventually ask me on a date after all your other failed hang outs," the brunette quipped back, with a small laugh.

"it was a super long day for me," jo exhaled loudly, finally feeling like she could take a breath. she couldn't deny that she was attracted to him. his hands caressing her thighs was all she needed to feel relaxed and comfortable with his touch. she rubbed her cheek against fernando's muscled arm like a cat rubbing their whiskers, to mark that person with their scent. "i was working out when someone called off, so i had to come in earlier," she whined, complete with a fake pout, "12 hours. i'm disgusting right now. so i might need to shower before we… do anything." the bartender released an annoyed sigh as she recalled a bit of her day, running her fingers through the roots of her hair, "there were a few guys trying to flirt with me. just so touchy and obnoxious." then a smirk tugged at her lips when she looked over at the driver. the reason that made this extended shift worth it: going home with the older man. "— then you finally decided you wanted to see me and made my entire night… what took you so long papi?" the question was rhetorical in a way that it didn't matter, because the man came in without someone this time. but her curiosity was at it's peak, wondering if he ever thought about her outside of work; if he ever thought about her in a naughty enough way to get hard at the sight of her and that's why he just had to come in.

joanna unbuckled her seatbelt, reaching over the center console to see if her assumptions were true. her hand finally met his crotch where she felt the heat of his cock thrumming to come out. "fuck, bebé… you're already so hard for me and i didn't even touch you yet." nothing turned the girl on more than fernando wanting her as much as she wanted him in the moment. even under her shorts, she knew she was dripping, all through imagination of what he'd feel like pleasing her holes (if he could), and how much she could make him cum. she started to kiss along his neck and jawline, reaching his earlobe with a small nibble. "te quiero comer a besos, mi amor." she continued to lay soft kisses on his face, gripping what she could over his jeans and started stroking it slowly before they arrived at his home. "can you tell me about the fantasies you have of me?" she breathed into his ear. "because i promise you, the real thing is so much better."

he's almost drooling and it takes him a second before he thinks to fix his face. "fuck." ferando lets out, like a soft moan, in a final moment of unconscious action. still his eyes don't necessarily move from her FEATURES. all guys need is a wet hole. even so, he clears his throat and almost shutters at her next claim.

embarrassed eyes shoot to hers. heat rushes to his face. a soft pink appears on his tanned cheeks. still he held a confident smile, feeling himself get closer to a goal that he knows he shouldn't have. he keeps his eyes on hers while he takes the shot in stride. "nothing wrong with a little fantasy." fernando claims. he decides to omit that he thinks about more than simply FUCKING her. it's a burning fixation—those nights where he jacks off to her instagram photos, secretly hoping that she posts just for him.

"never have i ever wanted to be fucked by an older man." fernando quips, now moving hastily with his words. he can feel their energy shift from playful to REAL. it's no longer a fantasy. his mind begins to manifest a world where he pulls her away from her shift and fucks her in the bathroom—or in the alley—or in his car—EVERYWHERE.

"and as a follow up question... when does your shift end?" fernando asks, impatience in his voice.

"hmm, no, nothing wrong with a little fantasy… as long as i'm that bartender." the brunette's mind starts spiraling at the thought of fernando thinking about her in a naughty way. the idea that he could spill out ropes of cum, based on his imagination of fucking her made her body instinctively react by forming a small puddle in her underwear. she resists the urge to ask more, knowing that hearing the man's thoughts may push her over the edge to take him right there; to fulfill every single thing he's ever wanted to do to her.

"you're such a cheater," she laughs, rolling her eyes. then finally corrects what he said. "wait, wait… not just any older man," she held her hands up defensively, before taking the shot, "but you, specifically." the girl picks up both glasses to get ready to close up, wiping down the bar. as he finishes up the first drink she made for him, her mind starts to wander off. the bartender starts to think about the constant women he had adorned on his arm, whenever he came to her job. imagining what it'd be like to finally be with someone who knew how to fuck, what it meant to provide pleasure, and how to genuinely treat a girl correctly. i mean, that had to be the case if he was bringing them in on a regular basis, right?

joanna always had in her mind that one day it'd be her turn to see what all the fuss was about. if he'd just be another person in her body count or the one she could be with forever, in all aspects: physically and emotionally. living in delusions wasn't new to her; like a princess stuck in a castle, she often had daydreams about finding true love just as much as finding a guy who could make her squirt, hoping that they'd be the same person for her own sake. hoping that it could even be fernando.

"you're in luck, papi — my last and only customer for the end of the night." she closed up his tab, charging everything to the house, since there were more shared drinks than his own anyway. "i got you all taken care of," jo winked, making her way out from behind the bar, and in front of the stool he sat at. "can you give me a ride?" tilting her head innocently, she knew the implications of that question and meant it in the exact way he thought, if he was any good at catching hints. "my car's in the shop so i'm kinda desperate for a savior." (and for someone who could make me cum senselessly)

rory was a vibrant forest of life and vincent was the flame that washed over to DEVOUR the version of her that stood before him. "this is wrong." vincent tells her, but he lets her move his hand regardless. it is wrong, but the male only mentions it to remind her that the world juxtaposes his own view—her moral compass would be flipped on its head if she continued. right and wrong would be decided by him, by her OWNER.

his eyes flicker to sarah who watches. it isn't so much that she's jealous, but AMUSED by how easily the beast has found his prey and by how willing the prey was to be CONSUMED. vincent's free hand, the one slick with her fluids and now his saliva, pulls her chin back towards his face and pulls her lips right under his ear. "beg for it then." vincent directs her, pushing her into his neck as if to instruct her to stay quiet.

the hand on her tit tugs down her blouse so that he can tug at her hardening nipple. this had become highly erotic, even for a porn set. the males, on camera, began to let their eyes wander over to the director and his assistant. "focus, gentlemen." his voice booms with a harsh underline that hadn't been there before. let it not be confused, i am the boss here.

eyes flicker back to sarah, though this time to confirm that she needs to keep them in check. then his attention goes back to the mess on his lap. his cock almost RIPS through his denim with how hard he is under her. one hand pulls and pinches at her nipple and the other begins to find its place back between her thighs, REWARDING her for her words.

"they want you." he now tells rory, smiling as he does. for the first time, his attention is off of the monitor and onto her. another reward. "i bet all the guys want you." the words drip from his lips like they're something MORE than an objectifying statement; to him, these were the greatest accolades a girl like her could achieve. she was coveted which made him want her even more. "i never let myself give in, like this." he lies, but kisses her so that if she had the mind to think about it she wouldn't. "but," his words rasp between the kiss like he's running out of breath.

"i NEED you."

never in a million years did the brunette think she'd be in a situation like this. a 'good girl' by definition: drinks casually, did drugs rarely (if ever), never broke a rule or curfew, and not very promiscuous at all. seldom did the innocent girl date; not for any particular reason besides the fact that men didn't know how to court anymore. romance being something she longed for often, but who knew it was so hard to find someone to buy her gifts and shower her in attention? she wasn't necessarily saving herself for marriage, but it had to at least be the right person. and that person just so happened to fall in her lap (... or vice versa, in this case) after taking the job.

so when the older man told aurora to beg for it, there was nothing else to do but to listen. she loved having someone else make choices for her, especially in this moment. "please," she breathed softly into his neck while she humped on the hard bulge beneath her. "please," whimpering again, thinking about how she'd feel being stretched out by him. and then one more time, "please, daddy, don't stop touching me." she nipped on his neck to placate her moans as he commanded the room.

when he was done, his focus had fallen back on her, quickly, with compliments about other men wanting her. and truth be told, it didn't matter who wanted her, if they weren't vincent. "i don't care," she could barely let out while his fingers were working her core once again. "do you want me?" her eyes pleaded to know, nuzzling her nose into his at the mention of 'giving in.' lips eventually connecting again, and then, the answer she wanted to hear: he didn't just want her, he needed her. and just like that, she gushed all around his fingers, becoming the wettest she had ever been. her eyes heavy and mouth agape, pulling out his digits from below. this time, putting them in her mouth to taste herself, licking them clean.

"prove it to me, baby," the girl's tongue entered his mouth so he could savor her juices, too. "show me how much you need me like i need you," she hummed into another peck before sliding off his lap. standing for just a moment to take off her ruined panties, making sure to bend over slightly just so he could see her needy, unused holes. still wearing her skirt, she adjusted her blouse too, so both breasts would be exposed.

rory turned to face him, finally able to take a look at the thickness underneath his pants, wanting to be freed. her mouth started watering instantly climbing atop him again. unbuckling his belt, then unzipping his jeans she palmed the length of him, stroking through what she could reach over his boxers. "you're like a god that i need to worship." the assistant lowered herself just a little, so his lips could meet one of her hard nipples, while his hands had a better angle at smacking and groping her ass. if she could stay in his arms forever, she would.

remembering where they were and that the director still needed to do his job, she moved her tits out his face for a minute. rory's eyes met his as she grazed his cheeks. his handsome face in full view, each features more masculine and rugged than the next. she knew for the forseeable future, she'd be drenched at the mere sight of him alone. "i'm sorry… do you need to focus?" a soft, honest smile as she continued to stroke him. a piece of fabric rejecting their skin to skin contact. "because i think my tight, virgin pussy is ready for you, daddy... i'm beyond wet now." she gripped his cock a little firmer with her hand, still going up and down and offered another option: "or i could get on my knees and milk you." she gave one more soft kiss before he made his choice, "i'll do whatever you want me to, master."