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hi!! sorry u posted ur intro thing only like an hour ago but i am already here to request LOL. i am madly in love with john bender from the breakfast club and i need more fics of him or i'll die. perhaps smut if that'd be ok...🤭
“Being Bad Feels Pretty Good, Doesn’t It?”
John Bender x F! reader
Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Fingering, P in V sex, Praise mixed with Degradation, Vulgarity, profanity, and of course, John Bender.
A/N: Hi!! Thank you so much for sending this request ahh!! I’ve loved John bender since I first watched the movie. Never be sorry for sending a lovely request! Hope you enjoy, love!
Shermer High School, a average high school in Illinois. A school with your average groups, stereotypes, students, and teachers. An average principal, too.
You too, were average. Except for your grades.
You were known as Shermer High Schools’ very own ‘Good girl’ demographic. The goody two shoes type.
You always got good grades, got your assignments done on time and never used profanity or talked back to any teachers. You were the model student.
Well, except for that one time. What time? Well, the time where you fell asleep after studying all night during a very important test. Your teacher saw this, and instantly gave you a Saturday detention.
Of course, your parents were more than furious with you. All because of one stupid detention. It was just school, you though.
But what you would never understand, was how you somehow managed to get a detention with John Bender, the schools own criminal. Who you had actually been secretly admiring from the distance for a couple months.
But it wasn’t any ordinary detention. No, it was much more delinquent than that.
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You let out the filthiest moan known to man when you feel Bender’s thick fingers enter your already drenched slit, them entering slowly to give you time to adjust to them.
“Fuck, you’re dripping, Princess.” He hooks his fingers up, which has you instinctively reach up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.
“Don’t- fuck! Don’t you dare stop, Bender.” You let out small whimpers into the crook of his neck as his fingers make easy work of opening you up, preparing you for his hard, thick cock.
“I’m not dreaming of it, sweets.” He bites your ear, thrusting his fingers deeper into your warmth as your moans only increase in tempo. Though, he shuts you up with a hand over your mouth. Christ knows where Vernon was.
“Jesus, Shit, lower your voice you little slut. You want Vernon to hear you?”
You shake your head as his fingers begin to curl up once more, this time hitting a particularly pleasurable spot inside of you that has you seeing starts. You yelp, as quietly as you can.
“Yeah, that’s right. You’re always being a good girl, even during something so fuckin’ filthy.”
God, his voice, his face, his everything. It all had you losing your sanity.
“Bender.. please. Need to come, please?”
“Oh yeah? You wanna come?” He doesn’t stop the assault of his fingers inside of your walls, in fact, the thrusts somehow became inhumanely fast. You bite your lip, not wanting to let anymore loud moans escape your throat.
“Yes! Yes.. please, please. Need it-“ You lick his neck, feeling as his shivers into your own.
“Yeah? Too bad.”
“Wait, what??”
All of a sudden, his fingers disappear from between your legs. He brings said fingers up to his mouth, happily tasting the fluids left on them. He moans, as though he was having a delicious dinner.
“I’d rather you come on my cock, sweets.”
You want you give a snarky comeback, but your words disappear when you notice him pulling out a condom from his pocket, then removing the belt of his black jeans.
When he eagerly pulls the zipper down, along with his boxer briefs, your eyes widen at the sight.
He wasn’t too big, but he certainly wasn’t small. He had a raging boner, the tip red and already leaking precum.
“Don’t just stare at it,” He uses a hand to slick back his hair, making it somehow fluffier in the process. “Go on, bring it to where you need it.”
You gulp, hand shakily reaching down to grasp the base. He hums, enjoying the feeling of your hand wrapped around his girth. You bring the head right in front of your entrance. He grins like a maniac.
“That’s right.. good little slut. You really want me inside of you, yeah?”
You nod, making sure he is lined up with your entrance. He snickers, opening up the condom package with his teeth. He smoothly rolls the condom down his length, before tapping it against your folds once more.
“You? Using protection?” You giggle, but it’s cut off when he begins to push inside. Your legs shake as they wrap around his hips.
“Really? Fuck, I’m a asshole. Not a monster.”
The words are drowned out by how easily he sinks into your pussy. It made sense, considering he was fingering the life out of you right on the library table.
“Mmm, fuck, sweets. You’re tight. Feels amazing,” He slowly begins to thrust his hips in, and out. Enjoying the sounds your wetness makes around him.
“Bender, please-“
“Call me John, Princess.”
You lean in to kiss him, passionately as he begins to thrust deeper into you, the feeling intensifying with each pump.
“John, fuck me. Hard.”
He didn’t need anymore permission after you said that.
Without any words, John began to fuck himself into your wetness, the table creaking at the speed of his thrusts.
Your moans were the only award John cared about. Minus a orgasm.
“Yeah? You like that, you slut? Like Johnny’s cock fucking your insides?”
You don’t know whether it was his voice, his words, or his cock, but you felt the beginnings of a orgasm begin to approach. Maybe all three?
“John, don’t you dare stop. Fuck, I’m gonna- ah!” A particularly harsh thrust hits your g-spot as you try your best not to scream.
“Gonna come, huh? Fuck- do it, baby. Be the good girl you are and cream all over my-“
He didn’t even need to finish his sentence before you were already spasming around his girth, your orgasm coming out- along with your muttering of John’s name like a sinful prayer.
“Jesus- fuck, that was-“ John groans, his own release following right after your own blissful one.
You feel him twitch inside of you, as he pants into the crook of your neck. Your arms gripping his shoulders as he empties himself inside.
Once he finishes, he stands up straight, pulling out from you with a ‘pop’ sound. He lets out a shakey breath, removing the condom from his shaft and tossing it in a nearby trash bin.
There is a peaceful silence, before the familiar whistling of the principal is heard down the hallway.
Panicking, you begin to shuffle to get your underwear back up and your skirt fixed.
Whilst doing your hair, you look at John, who was now sitting peacefully in his own seat without a care in the world.
“You didn’t tell me Vernon would be right down the god forsaken hallway!” You say through gritted teeth.
“So?” He shrugs.
“He could’ve caught us!”
“Well, sweets, you enjoyed it.”
You don’t reply, instead, you sit in your seat as the footsteps become more clear.
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“C’mon, baby… open up for me,” Quaritch growled, pushing in the head of his cock as your tight pussy resisted, sopping blue-pinkish folds fluttering around the head as you mewled and grasped at the grass below you, your hand finding his bicep.
“Not gonna fit—” you could only cry as the recom continued to try and sink into you. Quaritch’s hand gripping at the base of his cock, “It‘ll fit Darlin’ just— God damn your pussy’s tighter than I thought it’d be,” he hissed, the sharp canine fangs bared as he gave your stretching pussy another inch.
you let out a sob mixed with a sharp moan, tail thrashing around as Quaritch’s big hands kept your legs open by your thighs, hands planted firm on your skin.
“Gonna fuck this sweet pussy real good, you’ll be thinkin’ ‘bout my cock for days,” He growled low in the back of his throat, voice husky as his own tail thrashed back and forth, cropped ears pinned down.
Quaritch then leaned over you, his cock nestled inside your pussy, tears rolled down your cheeks as your fingers clawed at his back, “Ma Miles— I have to go..” you moaned out the recoms name desperately, knowing your father and mother must be looking for you.
Quaritch shook his head, nipping at your neck, “Not yet, cupcake. You ain’t leavin’ til I come in this pussy,” He stopped you from getting up, a heavy hand placed on your chest as he then palmed your small mounds.
You whined softly but made no advance to try to move, only spreading your legs farther apart, your pussy greedily swallowing in Quaritch’s big cock, a noticeable bulge pressing against your tummy, “Feel me, baby? I’m right here.” He placed his other hand on your tummy, right where the bulge outline of his cock was.
Quaritch gave out a few more deep thrusts into you, and with a sharp and tight growl, “C’mon sweetheart, squeeze Daddy’s cock,” He patted your thigh, as he thrusted his hips against you, burying his cock deeper inside your stretched pussy with a sopping squelch.
your pussy fluttered around Quaritch’s cock, squeezing the base and head tight as it hit your cervix over and over, until finally, you came all over Quaritch’s cock with a scream, burying your face to his neck.
Quaritch shifted you, having you now on his lap as he rolled his hips into you, letting you ride out your orgasm, “There we go, that must felt good, didn’t it baby,” he crooned against your skin.
He shifted his hand, rubbing your clit a few times in tiny, soothing circles that made your pussy dribble and leak all over, Quaritch gave a few more shallow thrusts before drawing his hips close to yours, his cock coming inside you.
You gasped aloud, legs twitching before a whine was drawn out of you as Quaritch pulled his cock out of your sopping pussy while holding onto the base of his cock, he slapped the base against your sensitive folds. “How you feelin’, princess?” He asked while brushing his nose bridge against your cheek.
“Good… so good…” You babbled, your pussy leaking out Quaritch’s come, “I- I have to get home…” You mumbled, trying to push yourself up before Quaritch gently grabbed you, “Hey, slow your roll, darlin’, your legs are too weak to move,” he gently tapped at your knee, carefully helping you up to your feet.
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Your friendship with Smoker takes a sharp turn when he's exposed to sex pollen.
Cw: afab reader, use of vulgar terms, explicit language, unprotected pinv sex, masturbation, oral sex (reader receiving), unrealistic refractory period, cumshot, creampie, he calls you good girl, spanking, belt used as a restraint. I'll add more if I think of any.
Your friendship with Captain Smoker always stirred questions among the group. He would often talk to you with doors closed in his office, quiet side comments that were only for your ears, and trusting you with special projects that even Tashigi was unaware of.
What the group didn't know was that you and Smoker had grown up as neighbors; your paths often crossing. You didn't always get along in childhood but when you joined the Marines a few years behind him, a new respect grew for you.
As you chased the Straw Hat crew, there was a level of comfort he felt around you.
It wasn't a constant thing, but you'd gotten questioned by a crew members from time to time asking what you had on Smoker.
So when he called a meeting after a particularly weird Island, it was no surprise that you were included. What was surprising, however, was his final demand before closing the meeting:
"Everyone out," he exhales smoke, raising a finger to point, "all but you."
It was demanding, sharp, and you'd noticed a sheen of sweat covering his exposed skin.
To say you hadn't noticed how attracted you were to him would be a false statement. But mixing work with pleasure was always a mistake. And so you carried on.
However, the demanding tone to his voice, the wild look in his eyes, the way he shifted uncomfortably in his big chair...the air felt different. You could sense a charge.
Heat blooms in your gut.
"Sir?" You speak tentatively, glancing over your shoulder at the closing door, the fading voices as sailors go about their night.
A heavy breath leaves Smoker.
"None of that now," his deep voice booms.
His elbow rests on the table still, a casual pose that seems stiff somehow.
His other arm shifts slightly under the table and his back straightens, a troubled expression flashing on his face, nostrils flared, jaw tensing.
He shifts slightly in his seat, a soft groan meeting your ears. He looks flushed, looks disheveled and heated. Fevered?
"I..." He stops himself, exhales. "The ship's doctor examined me after the last island. Been feeling...off..."
"Is something wrong?" You can't help but step forward, anxiety flooding through you.
He purses his lips at your approach, giving you pause.
"I...have a new assignment for you."
"Anything."
His sharp inhale makes you want to draw nearer, but you stay still.
"There was a plant on that last island. It expelled these spores..." as he shares, you watch the sweat bead on his forehead. Now closer, you see his breathing is labored. "Ship's doctor said it'll kill me."
"What?" You gasp, approaching quickly, ignoring the ranks between you.
"He gave me some technical name...locals call it sex pollen. You know it?"
Your jaw drops, but you quickly regain composure.
You'd heard of it.
And, my, the things you heard...
You now know what he needs from you; what this assignment may be.
"Sir."
"As I said: none of that." He shakes his head, swallows hard, gasps a breath. He seems in pain. You realize he probably is. "Please," he waves a hand before him, presenting the space while he leans back in the chair and it's then that you see his...problem.
His arousal is clearly noticeable, impressive even from this distance.
He watches your eyes taking him in, sees your gaze trailing over his tone torso, the sheen of sweat coating his skin.
You sense the hesitation in him as you take tentative steps forward. This was not the assignment that you expected. However, knowing what these spores do to people who go unsatisfied... you will gladly accept the task.
"What do you need?"
A growl catches your attention. You notice his grip on the table is tight.
"Just...touch me." His voice begins harshly but by the end of the statement, it's almost a whisper.
It feels like a secret. Door locked behind you, sailors filed out, candles lining the wall giving new light to the room. What was once dark and pensive is now sensual; his office quickly becoming a den of iniquity.
You can feel your nipples harden, a chill run down your spine as you take steps forward until you are pressed with your leg against his knee. Even this simple touch, you hear an inhale from the giant man. You give him credit: he refuses to touch you first. But once you make the first move, he is quick to be an active participant in his own pleasure.
Your hands grip his shoulders as you mount him. You begin by running your fingers along the base of his neck and into his hair. Smoker shudders.
You think you'll lose yourself in this too.
You're impressed that he can keep his composure this well.
His hands hold your hips, steadying you or maybe steadying him. His eyes flick down to your lips. You give a soft yank of his hair. His eyes take you in, pupils blown. He's far beyond the point of arousal, the spores taking over.
Your chin dips down as you shift to catch his lips. He meets you hungrily, a deep rumble in the back of his throat as he grinds himself against you. You feel his erection scraping against the zip of your pants and adjust yourself so the contact is closer to your clit.
You plan to take it slow, ease in, get to know this version of him...but he has other plans as he guides your hand down his chest, practically moans as he's hovering your hand over his erection.
His, "now" is quickly replaced with, "please" as you cup your hand over his large, warm cock.
You can feel his heartbeat in the tip of it. The way he ruts up into your hand makes you melt a little. This large powerhouse is currently putty in your hands. Spores to be thanked, surely, but you enjoy this side of him right now.
Needy. Eager. Desperate.
Yours.
As if he can sense your thoughts, the man exerts some power, shoving your back to the desk and fumbling with your belt.
He strips you from the waist down, admiring you only momentarily before kissing his way up your thighs and spreading your legs.
"Need this. Need you. M'sorry," he mutters against your skin.
"Take what you want," you reply simply, trying to keep composure.
Your attempts are futile, you realize, the moment his lips meet your pussy.
The man eats like this meal will be his final.
You try to keep your eyes open, to watch the show, but the moment he pulls a glove off and inserts a warm finger into you, your eyes are rolling back.
He suckles at your clit, lapping circles with his tongue before using a pointed tip to lick swift strokes. You can't help but grind your hips along with his movements. His other hand presses your hip down, holds you there as he keeps working.
You hear him unzip his pants and can't help but angle yourself, stare as he pleasures himself while mouthfucking you.
"Oh, God, Smokey..." you admire him.
It doesn't take him long, but his moan is deep and breathy as he ejaculates on the floor.
"God..." he speaks against your cunt. "Third time today..."
You gape at him. He notices. Angling his finger inside you, he urges you to cum while he works his mouth on you more.
Body on fire, you grip his hair, let yourself be pleased for once, allow your mind to drift as you grind against him and use him for your own pleasure.
You're not quiet about your orgasm and when Smoker's free hand covers your mouth, your pleasure is somehow elevated.
You can tell his needs are urgent, but he still lets you ride it out, waits until you're quiet and calm, heartbeat thundering in your ears while he hoists you up, fluidly carries you to the large couch in his office.
He's hard again.
You feel heated and lightheaded from tonight's events, but you're remembering bits that you'd heard about this sex pollen and you know it's only going to get worse before it gets better.
His breathing is labored, desperate look back on his face, a slight expression of pain making its way back.
His cock still out, peeking from the top of his unzipped pants with his dreamy muscles in the background, you want to drool at the sight.
"You gonna cum that good on my cock, sweetheart?"
You smirk. "I better."
Smoker presses you to the cushion, hoists your leg up to drape behind him as he lifts your hips and guides your pussy toward his hard shaft.
Painting his tip with your wetness, he chokes on a moan but continues on.
"Gah, fuck, so sensitive. Feels like I'll come already. Hang on..." he pauses, throws his head back, breathes.
You nod, as if understanding when really you have no idea.
The moment breaks and he's once again urging you on, focus locked in on your body.
When his tip slides in, you pause a moment to breathe and adjust, but he's eager and pressing on.
You push at his shoulders, legs pulling back to press against the large man too.
"H-hey, wait, Smoker..."
"Hm? M'sorry. Okay, w-what do you need?" He gasps, eyes looking wild and misty as if this momentary pause will break him.
"Just...out, then thrust in slowly. Coat your cock-" he begins following instructions, eager to move forward.
"Ah, you talkin' like that..." he shakes his head, "so fucking filthy, my girl."
Your chest tightens at his words. You know it's probably just this moment, but you'll take whatever you can get of him.
With him following your instructions, your pleasure soars.
Smoker angles himself differently, manhandles you with ease.
The way he keeps his hands on you, his gloves off - just warm, bare skin clutching you - it drives you wild.
With him guiding his own speed, you barely catch your breath before he's gasping about "these fuckin' spores' and 'fuck, fuck, hang on.'
He's shaking when he forces himself to still. His skin feels fevered where you're touching him. Watching the way his chest rises and falls, you're concerned.
"Smoker...I think you need to give in."
He shakes his head. "No. Need to stave it off. Need you to cum first."
"We have all night for that." You touch him gently, to which he pulls away from. "You're burning up, baby. Please, just let go."
He's gritting his teeth now, expression clearly pained. His cock twitches.
"I won't think any less of you if you fill me with your cum already, Smoker. I'd actually love to help you."
He loses his inner battle then, adjusts the position then continues thrusting until he's a panting mess and you feel his warmth filling you.
He lets you kiss him while he cums, allows you to swallow down his moans, and nip at his lower lip.
He seems distraught when he slips out of you, as if he's dizzy from pleasure.
You watch him plop beside you on the couch, arms splayed behind him, back firm against the cushion.
You take no time to mount him, straddle muscular thighs.
He looks a little exhausted when he lifts his gaze to you.
Your fingers fondle his jacket, underneath to his tone torso.
"You feel cooler now."
"Yeah," he huffs smoke from the corner of his mouth, purposeful to keep it out of your face. "It'll be like that for all of 5 minutes. And then I'm back to that feeling of overwhelm again."
"What if we get ahead of it?" You suggest.
"Huh?"
"Let me ride your cock, get myself good and worked up. That way, by the time you feel like that, we'll both be satisfied."
His hands grip your hips, eyes studying you.
He hums a deep laugh, shaking his head. "Wow..."
"What?"
He shifts his hips back a bit, lines his half hard cock up with your entrance again, ogles as you stimulate your clit.
"For years, I saw you..." he hums as your fingers trail along the base of his cock. "Mmm... but I feel like now I see you."
You bite your lower lip as you tease your opening with the head of his cock. With your hand wrapped around him like this, he's hard and ready once more.
Gently, you ease down on him by adjusting your position.
His head lolls against the back of the couch, exposing his neck. Languidly, you kiss his exposed skin, allow yourself to bite and suck just enough to hear his deep grumbles again.
Guiding off his jacket, you demand him to be shirtless.
The position allows you full control and it's truly addicting riding him.
"Fuck, I feel you tensing..." he chuckles once he's stripped, grips the back of your hair and pulls to stop you from the attention to his neck.
His hands easily guide down to remove your shirt while you're distracted staring at his torso. He's perfect.
He chokes when he sees you're braless under your uniform.
"Naughty. Holy shit, raunchy girl...how have I never seen these perfect nipples poking through that uniform?"
"Maybe now you'll notice," you quip.
Gripping his shoulders, you surprise him when you shift your weight and shove him down against the seat of the couch. Easily, you readjust as you top him.
Smoker looks defiant, but both of you know he could overpower you with ease if he wanted to.
As you start moving, his hips lift up to meet you, chasing the pleasure you're bringing him.
With your pubic bone pressing against him differently at this angle, your clit is stimulated easier, and you hold your breath as his cock hits a spot deep in you.
"W-wait..." you gasp, pressing your naked body to him, kissing desperately at his chest, trying to hold back your orgasm, but -
"Now would be good, sweetheart. Now or you'll miss your opportunity this round."
The urgency presses you on and before you're ready, your orgasm explodes through you.
It's so intense, you feel yourself shaking, hear your breathing, and feel Smoker covering your mouth to stop you from whimpering his name too loudly.
"Sorry, Smokey...sorry..."
His skin feels fevered again as you're returning to a seated position on his lap. You see the clouded look in his eyes and wonder if you're helping or hurting the situation.
"Need to cum," he pleads, urging your movement. "C'mon, ride my cock. Fuck, ride my goddamn cock, woman."
You nod, feeling like you're in a stupor.
"I've got you," you hum, moving your legs so your feet are on either side of his thighs, allowing better leverage as you fuck down on his cock.
There's a gasped choke Smoker releases at the new position and you know you've got him.
"Oh, fuck! So good. You're perfect. Like that."
Ghosting a hand behind you, you gently play with his testicles as you bounce on his cock.
Smoker sits forward then, pops a nipple in his mouth to cover up his moans, the vibration on your skin adding a new sensation to all of this.
"My god, I needed this. Needed you. Wanted you for so fucking long," you moan.
The intense way he's suddenly staring at you makes you feel small. You regret your words immediately, slowing your movements but he urges you on with a grip of his hands.
"Why...why didn't you say anything?" He asks breathlessly.
"Seriously? Smoker, you seem like the kinda guy who couldn't care less about...well, most things."
He rolls his eyes at you.
"Uh huh."
You stop your movements. He gapes at you.
"Tell me I'm wrong."
"Keep. Going." His tone is dark, eyes hazy, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
You follow instructions.
He's silent as he grips your thighs. You feel like you said the wrong thing, but you continue your movements.
"Maybe we'll talk over coffee tomorrow morning," he says.
Your eyes meet. His lips purse.
Suddenly, he's overpowering you, shoving you down and flipping you over. Strong hands grip your hips as he pulls your ass toward him, bends your knees, and angles his cock back inside your pussy from behind this time.
He admires the cum that's leaking out of you, huffs a sigh as he begins a new pace.
"Damn, what a great view," he compliments as he grabs a handful of your ass, spanks you a few times.
"You're holding off again, aren't you?" You can almost hear the tension in his voice.
"I'm experimenting."
Gazing over your shoulder at him, you notice how flush he looks, how shaky his hands are as he grips you.
"Smoker. Let. Go."
He shakes his head. "This is not how I operate."
"This isn't about your normal stamina. Now is not the time to try to impress me. You're going to do more harm to yourself if you don't give in." Your words fall on deaf ears. "I need you to cum for me, Smokey. Please..." you lay on the breathy voice, push back against him, squeeze your pelvic floor muscles -
And Smoker cums with a loud groan.
He spanks you again, as if to make a point that you're in trouble for your behavior.
Pride swells in your chest when he collapses behind you, kisses up your spine, grips your chin to turn your head and kiss you.
"Well, fuck me, you sure know what you're doing."
---
It feels like an hour that you're laying there together, tangled limbs as you bask in the afterglow.
You're dozing off against his warmth, snuggled into his tone body, enjoying the moment.
When you feel him hardening against your thigh again, you hum a question, waiting for instructions.
Only they don't come, and you drift off into a light sleep.
You're woken to a slight movement, eyes blinking the fog away as you glance at the clock. A half hour nap made you feel worse than before.
Smoker's free arm is moving, but you're still too out of it to fully comprehend right away.
His shaky breathing gives him away.
You sleepily peel your eyes open to watch the muscles in his forearm while he masturbates.
"Sorry," he mutters. "I tried waiting." You shake your head at his admittance. "I couldn't hold off. My head just...ached. I needed to touch myself."
"Now I'm enjoying the view," you hum. "What do you need from me?"
He shakes his head, "you've done enough."
"You want a canvas?" You tease, stretching then sitting up.
He chokes. "What?"
You bite your lower lip.
"Where would you like to cum, Captain?"
He doesn't even get a chance to reply, instead he shoots his load all over your thighs.
You're so turned on, you lean back, exposing yourself to him. Trailing some of his cum down your thighs, you dip it on your finger and insert that digit inside your swollen pussy.
Smoker stares with eager eyes, mouth hung open, breaths coming out short.
His fading erection comes back to life as he watches you.
"You're a damn dream."
You manage another round in his office before your legs feel like jello.
"Any way we can move this party elsewhere?" You sigh as he's taking a smoke break. "Would let you do anything to me in a bed right now."
He raises a brow at you, exhales smoke, nods stiffly.
"You, dear, are too tempting."
It's not considered a walk of shame if you go together, right?
There aren't many people around at this hour, but some are returning after a night of drinking. And they all do a double-take when they see Smoker walking with you.
You keep your hands to yourself, but Smoker can't seem to do the same. A quick shove in a corridor and he's got you pressed against a wall, kissing you like he's still worked up - which you find out quickly is very true, as he grinds his lower half against you and you feel how aroused he still is.
"Never gonna be through this, am I?" He grunts against your neck.
You want to provide words of comfort, but you don't know how these things work.
When you manage to break away from each other, he pulls your arm and practically drags you down the hallway. The winding continues and you feel dizzy and lost but Smoker is on a mission.
His fingers dip beneath the waistband of your pants as you walk and the caress of his hand against you sends chills down your spine.
"You were serious, I'm hoping? Anything I want?" The deep rumble of his voice almost has an edge of exhaustion to it. You're sure he's worn out. Hell, you are.
You're about to respond to him but you hear footsteps approaching. He doesn't take his hand away from your body, and you're wondering if he's still in a fog. The person turns down your hallway and you feel so caught. Wanting to shrink behind him, you put on your best brave face and continue on your path with his fingers down the waistband of your pants.
"Captain," comes a male voice. You recognize the doctor as he approaches. "Is it out of your system yet?"
He eyes you, shoves his glasses up his nose again before nodding.
"Not quite..." Smoker slips his fingers from your waistband, pulls you forward, drapes an arm around your shoulders protectively.
"Well, I see you have some help. I'll assume you'll be back to yourself by tomorrow."
Relief seems to wash over him, but you wonder if things will have changed between you when tomorrow comes.
Worries for the morning, you figure.
The doctor moves along, leaving you two to meander to Smoker's room.
His pace seems to have increased and you feel as if he's dragging you forward. Once his door opens, he shoves you in and locks it behind you.
A heavy breath before he's on you once more. He strips you bare as soon as you're alone.
Anxiety fills you, worry that you won't be able to keep up with his desires through the night. You've talked a good game thus far but your muscles ache and there's a sweet swelling to your cunt.
"Go on. Walk to the bed for me, sweetness."
His eyes are on you as you follow orders.
You hear him undo his belt, but he doesn't toss it to the floor. You don't dare look at him yet. "Now bend. Hands on the mattress." You do, exposing yourself once again. "Good girl."
It's silent for moments that feel too long.
Nervously, you peek over your shoulder and catch him pumping his big fist around his thick cock.
He chuckles darkly. The belt is still in his hand.
Heavy footsteps approach.
You're gripped by the back of the neck and shoved deeper into the mattress.
"You don't mind, do ya, doll? One more for the night."
You buck back against him as he's coating his cock in your wetness.
"Ooh, eager, are we? Easy, now."
He spanks you once, twice. And then he's pressing inside of you once again.
Buried deep, he traces the leather of his belt against your naked back and upper ass cheeks.
"Been too good to me tonight," he compliments. "This okay?"
"Mhm!"
A thrust and then he's quickly spanked you with the tip of the belt.
You tense against him.
A few more thrusts and he's pulling out completely.
With ease, he lifts you, tosses you toward the head of the bed, climbs on after you.
"Now I'm gonna strap those wrists together so you can't touch me, can't make me cum any earlier. Understood?"
You nod, allowing him to flip you over to your back, knot his belt some intricate way so your wrists are locked, and feel him attach it to the headboard.
"There. Now let me take care of this," he gestures toward his cock, leaking precum, full and thick and perfect.
You angle your hips toward him, grateful these spores dont allow him to keep you waiting long.
You're sore and so worn out, but a jolt of arousal still courses through you just from watching him.
What a view you're given.
Smoker groans when he's back inside you, presses his forehead to your bare breasts, licks and laps and kisses your tits through his thrusting.
He's vocal now in the comfort of his own bed. The low growls, the heavy breathing, the panting he does after he gives you a serious pounding - you're in awe.
When his thumb finds your clit, you know it's a gift. He's trying to stave off again, judging by the heat coming from him.
"Smokey, I can't, " you whine.
He clicks his tongue. "You can and you will."
The stern voice churns something in you. You're pulling at the restraints, hoping they'll give way so you can touch him.
He laughs at your attempt.
"Cute. You think I don't know what I'm doing?"
He gazes down at you and looks woozy, eyes closing momentarily as he clearly tries to blink away the feeling.
"You need to cum."
"And I will. After you."
"You're impossible," you groan. "Just let me touch you."
"No."
"Smoker."
"I said: no."
He fumbles a little, catching himself on his forearms and readjusting on top of you.
Muscles straining, you shift your feet under you, lift up against him to get him to stop overstimulating your sore clit and focus on his pleasure.
He scoffs at you, fights back, presses you harshly into the mattress.
Glancing up, you note the way the belt is looped in the headboard and shimmy to shake it loose.
Before Smoker's foggy mind can catch it, you've removed the restraints from the headboard, loop your legs around his torso, and push all your weight against him to knock him to the side.
Dizzy, surprised, and tired, Smoker gapes at you as you once again top.
The belt still clasped at your wrists, you lower your fists to his chest which presses your tits together nicely.
"You little minx," he can't help the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips.
You ride him slowly, chasing a quick high of you own, knowing just the angle to have him hit inside of you.
When you're pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chest, you gasp his name and repeat it like a hymn.
Your orgasm crashes into you and Smoker talks you through, trailing a hand down your hair.
"I knew you could, pretty girl. My turn..."
He thrusts up into you softly, slow and calm, and you feel him ejaculate deep inside of you.
Dizzy, you faceplant against his big chest, kissing at his pecs, letting his warmth overcome you.
You're not sure how soon after, but you fall asleep like this.
Smoker is gentle as he unbuckles the belt from your wrists, kisses the raw skin. You stir slightly in your sleep as he slips you beside him.
Covers over you, he drapes an arm around you and chases rest too.
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Morning light emerges through the bedside window, filtering behind your eyelids.
Blinking, you push your aching body up slightly, which is a task with Smoker's big arm draped around you.
The sheets are wrinkled, barely concealing his perfectly chiseled body.
So it wasn't a dream.
Glancing down, you attempt to see if he's still aroused, wondering if the doctor had been correct in his assumption.
You're so caught.
Smoker clears his throat when he catches you peeking under the covers.
You startle, sheepishly look his way.
"Morning wood," his voice is somehow even deeper, laced with sleep. "Been up twice. Once to wank, once to check that it is, indeed, over."
You sigh a breath of relief, grateful he's bested the sex pollen.
You suddenly feel a sense of worry, almost wondering if you should escape from this bed.
As if reading your thoughts, Smoker speaks again, "how 'bout that coffee now?"
Heat blooms in your chest.
"I thought you'd never ask."
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