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Darius Tehrani:

I Missed You

Mine

High Times

Motionless In White

Chris Motionless:

I Saw Your Blog

Ricky Olson:

Timebomb

Vinny Mauro:

Movie Night

Pairing: Chris Motionless x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk

Chris and the reader are close friends. Chris sees the readers blog and feels bold enough to make a move. Romance and smut ensue.

It was almost midnight. You had been texting your friend, Chris, for hours. This went on nearly every day. No matter what the two of you were doing, you always found time to text. Sometimes, you’d even talk on the phone or facetime with one another. He’d become one of your closest friends, and if you were being completely honest with yourself, you’d developed a pretty serious crush on him, as well.

Chris was almost home from a two month tour. You hadn’t seen him in person since before it began, and you were already making plans to hang out once he was home.

“So, I’ll be home on Friday, and we should be able to hang out this weekend,” the text read.

“Okay, awesome. Do you want me to come to your house, or do you wanna come to mine?”

A short silence, then your phone buzzed, once again, “Can we hang out at my place? I’ve just been away for so long, I always look forward to spending time at home.”

“Of course we can. What time do you want me to come over?” you responded.

“Does seven work? We can order in some dinner, if you want.”

“Sounds good to me. What are you in the mood for?”

“Not sure. We can decide on Friday. So what are you up to? Still scrolling through Tumblr? Lol.”

You laughed, “Yeah, you know me. Are you ever gonna use yours again?”

“Not sure. I haven’t used it in like, a decade or something, but you never know. I do like stealthily checking your blog, though. You always have interesting things to say in your tags, lol.”

“Lol, yeah, I can get carried away sometimes, but isn’t that what Tumblr is for?” you answered.

“Haha, yeah, I guess it is. That may be why I left it behind. Some people are a little unhinged.”

You typed, “Yeah, that’s very true, but I’m one of those people, so I have no room to judge, lol.”

“I don’t know if you’re as wild as some people on there, but I’ve seen you allude to some pretty intense things before,” Chris replied.

“What intense things?” you asked.

“Well, sometimes you seem to be yearning in the tags of romantic and sexual posts, so I definitely think I’ve learned some things about you, lol.”

You tensed a bit. You knew that Chris could see those posts, but you were unsure if he knew that it was always him that you were talking about. A part of you wished that he did, so maybe he would make a move on you, but at the same time, you were afraid he’d figure it out and be disgusted by it. You weren’t sure how Chris felt about you, and you were too shy and nervous to ask.

“Oh yeah, well, we all crave it, right? I guess I’m no different than anyone else.” you tried to respond casually.

“That’s very true. If I had a private Tumblr, I’d probably post the same kinds of things that you do,” he texted back.

Feeling a bit brave, you decided to probe further, “Oh? Got your eye on someone that you wanna pine for in the tags? Lol.”

“Lol, definitely.”

Your heart sank. For some reason, your first instinct was to assume that he was talking about someone else and now you were getting confirmation of that. Your crush would go nowhere. You’d been relegated to friend and friend only. However, after that brief moment of sadness, a voice in your head said, “Well, what if it’s me? Could it be? I want to find out, but what if I make a move and then he actually was talking about someone else? Shit. Gotta tread lightly.”

“Oh, wow. I had no idea. Who is she?” you replied cavalierly.

“Well, I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. ;)”

“Haha, well, I think I can fend for myself, so spill! Unless you just don’t want to. It’s really none of my business, but I am curious.”

Suddenly your phone lit up. Chris was calling you. You felt your heart skip a beat, once again. You pushed the buttons and put the phone up to your ear.

“Hey,” you greeted him, “Did you get tired of texting or something?”

He laughed, “No, it’s just that I thought that this conversation would go better if we were actually talking. Plus, I’m finally alone now, so I don’t have any distractions or eavesdroppers.”

“Oh, okay. That makes sense. So what’s up?”

“Well, it’s about the conversation we were just having,” he answered.

“I kinda figured,” you laughed, “What did you want to tell me?”

For a moment, there was silence on the other end, “Chris?”

“Yeah, I’m still here. I’m just trying to think of how to put this.”

“Well, I’m sure any way you put it will be fine, so you may as well just be straight forward.”

“Okay…” he began, sounding nervous, “Well, I do like somebody. It’s just that, I don’t know how this girl feels about me, especially when I know for a fact that she’s already interested in someone.”

You paused, “Oh, well, um, I guess you should just tell her. Maybe she’d be interested. If not, I guess the worst she can say is no, right?”

“Yeah, but I’m really good friends with this girl, and I’d hate to make things weird between us. I guess I’m just debating whether or not it’s worth it to go for it,” he said.

You scoured your brain trying to think of all the single women that you knew Chris was close with. You thought of a couple that you weren’t sure about, but your mind still wasn’t willing to entertain the idea that you could be the girl that he was talking about.

You gathered some courage and spoke into the phone, “Chris, you should just tell her. You never know if it’ll make things weird, or if you can still be friends, and plus, you could end up with a girlfriend. You never know.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re right. It’s just hard, you know?”

“Trust me, I know. That’s why I pine on Tumblr, instead of going on dates,” you laughed.

He laughed in return, “So you get where I’m coming from.”

“Totally. So who is it? Maybe I can help.”

There was another moment of silence over the phone before he finally answered, “Fuck it. Might as well just go for it… It’s you.”

You felt your heart freeze, once again, rendering you speechless. After a few moments of silence, you heard Chris say your name, wondering if you were still on the line.

“Yeah?” you replied sheepishly.

“Did you hear what I said?” he asked.

“Yeah… I did. I’m just making sure that I heard you correctly.”

“So what do you think?” he asked, “Is it gonna make things weird between us, or is there any possible chance that you might feel the same way?”

You paused again, “Chris, who do you think I was talking about in all those tags on my blog?”

“Was it me?” he asked.

You smiled, “Yes, it was you.”

“Seriously?” you could hear the joy in his voice, “You’re into me?”

You laughed, “Yes, I am. I have been for awhile now. I was just too chicken to say anything.”

He sighed, “I know what you mean. I’ve been wanting to tell you how I felt for awhile, too. I just had myself convinced that you were talking about someone else and that I’d only be wasting my time and making a fool of myself if I were to tell you.”

“I get that. I never had any inclination that you liked me, so I kept my mouth shut for pretty much the same reasons.”

There was another pause before Chris spoke, “So, what does this mean? Do you wanna go out sometime?”

“Yeah, I do. What about Friday? Can that be our first official date?”

“Yeah, I’d love that. Do you wanna go out somewhere, or did you still want to just hang out at my house?”

“We can hang out at your house. It’s cozier. Maybe if it goes well, we can have a second date at a restaurant or something.”

“Okay, good. I can’t wait to see you.”

You smiled again, “I can’t wait to see you, either. Just two days, though. I think we can make it until then.”

He laughed, “Yeah, we can make it, but don’t think I won’t still be texting you non stop until then.”

You laughed with him, “Oh, I expected that. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Okay, good, and I’ll be checking your blog too to see what else you have to say about me until then.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll see plenty. I’ll try to keep it PG though.”

“I’d rather you didn’t. I like the more salacious things you post.”

“Oh, really? Well, then I guess I’ll have to post as many things about you as I can.”

“I’d love that. I’ll check in on it tomorrow, but for now, I really need to get some sleep. The bus heads out really early tomorrow so I gotta try to get a few hours in, but I hope you post some things about me tonight that I can read tomorrow.”

“Absolutely,” you began, “Get some sleep, and I’ll make sure you have plenty of things to read tomorrow. I’ll talk to you soon, Chris. Good night.”

“Alright, talk to you tomorrow. Good night,” he responded before you both hung up.

You sat in your bed, grinning from ear to ear. You couldn’t believe it. This was actually happening. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep for hours, so you decided to kill time the way you knew Chris would appreciate. You opened the Tumblr app, and began blogging away, posting things in the tags that you knew only Chris would know was for him.

After an hour or so of carefully curating posts for your new romantic partner, you decided to flip off the lights and try to get some sleep. As you had predicted, it was proving to be most difficult. Your mind wouldn’t stop racing. It was on a constant loop of replaying the conversation in your head, along with daydreaming about what was to come on Friday. Eventually, slumber took over, and you managed to get a few hours of rest.

The next morning, you awoke to find a missed text from Chris, “Hey, so I’m on the bus, and I’ve been killing the last couple of hours just scrolling through your blog and picking up on all the things that were about me. I gotta say, I’m extremely flattered, and it makes me desperate to see you. Especially after last night. ;) I hope you slept well, and I’ll talk to you soon.”

You grinned at your phone, wasting no time in replying, “I just woke up. I gotta get ready for work, but I just wanted to let you know that I got your text and I’m glad you’ve been having fun with my blog, lol. I’ll talk to you later today, alright? I hope you have a good day. :)”

“Okay, baby, text me when you get off work. I hope you have a good day too. <3”

Your heart fluttered. He called you baby. You couldn’t believe that this was all happening so fast. Not that you were complaining, however. Your body went into auto pilot as you prepared yourself for the day. You knew your mind would be preoccupied all day. You weren’t sure exactly how much work was going to be accomplished, but you weren’t too concerned. 

After what felt like an eternity, the work day was finally over. You made your way home, got yourself a drink, and made yourself comfortable on the couch, turning the TV on for background noise as you excitedly picked up your phone and texted Chris.

“Hey, work is finally over. Can you talk now?”

You waited a few minutes before getting a reply, “Hey. Sorry, kind of busy getting ready for the show tonight. Can I call you when we’re done?”

“Of course. I’ll be around.”

“Okay, great. Sorry sweetheart, it’s gonna be a few hours, but I can’t wait to talk to you again.”

  You smiled, “Take your time. I’ll be just as excited to talk to you later.”

You sat your phone down and watched the news, scrolling through Tumblr, adding a few more posts for Chris’ benefit. Eventually, you made, ate, and cleaned up dinner. Then, spent the rest of the evening watching interviews of Chris on youtube. You loved the way he spoke. He was such an eloquent and articulate speaker. You could watch videos of him all night, which you had on more than one occasion.

Finally, your phone lit up. Chris was calling you.

“Hey,” you greeted him, “How was the show?”

“It was awesome. I think we did pretty well for our last show of this run. What are you up to?”

“Oh, just hanging out at home, watching youtube, nothing too exciting.”

“Oh, yeah? I wish I was there with you, but hey, at least I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Your heart started racing, “I know. I’m so excited to see you. It feels like it’s been forever.”

“It really does. Especially after the conversation we had last night. It feels like time is moving at a snail’s pace.”

You chuckled, “Tell me about it. Less than twenty four hours until I see you, and it still feels like it’s taking a lifetime.”

Chris laughed with you, “I know, but at least I get to talk to you now.”

“Well, I can’t talk too long, I do have work in the morning, you know.”

“That’s true. I won’t keep you too long. I just really wanted to talk to you.”

“I really wanted to talk to you, too. Especially after you called me baby in that text you sent me this morning.”

He laughed again, “Oh, yeah. Is that okay? Or is it too soon for that?”

“I don’t mind at all. It made me pretty happy. I know we haven’t even had our first date yet, but I have a feeling this is heading to the point that you’d be calling me baby anyway.”

“Yeah? You think so?” he asked.

“Yeah, I do. Do I get to start calling you baby now, too?”

“Sweetheart, you can call me whatever you want.”

You grinned, “Good to know. Now tell me about the show.”

You spent the next hour or so asking Chris about the concert and making plans for what to eat and what to do the following night. Eventually, you couldn’t hide your yawns any longer.

“Getting sleepy, baby?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m surprised you’re not too. You’ve been up longer than I have and you put on a show. Aren’t you exhausted?”

“Eh, I’m a little tired, but nothing too bad. I think I’m still running on adrenaline from the show and from talking to you. I’ll probably crash soon, though.”

“Well, make it sooner rather than later, I want you well rested for tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah? Am I gonna need a lot of energy?” you could hear the playfulness in his tone.

You laughed, once again, “Well, I don’t know about that, but you never know. Either way, I don’t want you half asleep on our date.”

“You make a good point. Maybe we should both get some sleep then.”

“Sounds good. I’ll talk to you in the morning, okay?”

“Okay. Night, baby,” he said sweetly.

“Good night, baby,” you responded in a similar tone.

You hung up the phone, turned off the TV and headed for bed.

The next morning, you awoke and immediately picked up your phone. You didn’t have any missed texts. Chris must have still been asleep. So, you thought you’d beat him to the punch this time.

“Good morning, sweetheart. I hope you slept well. Have a safe trip home, and I’ll see you tonight! <3”

You sat your phone down and got ready for the last day of the work week. A couple of hours into work, your phone buzzed in your purse. It was Chris.

“Hey baby, I slept great. I hope you did too. I can’t wait to see you tonight. Have a good day at work! <3”

You smiled, placing your phone back into your purse and getting back to the task at hand. A few more hours passed and you received another text from Chris letting you know that he had made it home. You replied with a quick acknowledgement and got back to work. The day dragged on at an excruciatingly slow pace, however. You thought you’d never be off, when finally, the clock struck five. It was finally time to leave.

You rushed out to your car and drove home. You ran through the house to your bedroom and picked up the outfit that you had set aside for the occasion. You freshened up and did your hair and makeup, pleased with the result, especially in combination with the outfit you had changed into. You sprayed on some perfume and took one last look in the mirror. This was the best you’d looked in awhile, and you were pretty pleased with the outcome.

You glanced at the time, and realized it was time to be heading out. It wasn’t a particularly long drive to Chris’, you did live in the same town, after all, but you still didn’t want to be late. You stuffed your phone into your purse and grabbed the keys hanging on a hook near the front door and made your way out to your car. You decided to listen to some Motionless during your drive, just to amp yourself up even more.

After about fifteen minutes, you were finally pulling up to Chris’ house. You felt your heart skipping and you had a lump in your throat. To say you were nervous was an understatement, but that didn’t deter you one bit. You made your way to the front door and rang the bell, waiting for him to answer. After a few moments, the door swung open and you were greeted by the man you were expecting to see.

“Hey!” he said before pulling you into a hug, “You’re right on time.”

You pulled back, “Yep. We said seven so I made sure to be ready.”

“Well come on in,” he said, stepping to the side to allow you entrance.

You entered the residence that you had been in many times before, taking your shoes off by the door. You made your way into the living room and took a seat on the couch, Chris following close behind.

“So I already ordered the food, but can I get you something to drink?” he asked.

“Sure, I’ll take some water.”

“Be right back,” he replied.

You looked around the living room, taking in the unique touches that Chris had decorated his home with. Drawing in a deep breath, you steadied yourself for what was to come this evening. Before you knew it, Chris had returned with two bottles of water and took a seat next to you, handing you your drink.

“Thanks,” you said, taking a sip.

“No problem. So how was work?”

“Ugh, boring. I was too focused on coming here tonight.”

Chris laughed, “Yeah, I was practically counting the minutes all day. I’m so glad you’re here.”

You smiled at him, “So am I.”

The two of you sat, smiling sheepishly at one another.

“So, this is our first date…” he said, breaking the silence.

“It is. I hope it’s not our last one,” you responded.

“Oh, I’m sure it won’t be.”

“Good,” you said, smiling again.

The two of you sat in close proximity, gazing at one another. You could feel the electricity in the air as the two of you began to close the gap. Your face was mere inches away from his, when suddenly, the doorbell rang.

“Oh, the food’s here. Damn, that was fast,” Chris said, getting up to answer the door.

You took the moment to collect yourself. You had been so close to finally kissing him. You could almost curse the delivery person at the door. After a moment, Chris returned carrying bags of food.

“Ready to eat?” he asked.

“Actually yeah, I had to skip lunch today so I could definitely eat.”

He took his seat next to you once more and began assembling the contents on the coffee table, “Why’d you have to skip lunch?”

“Oh, just too busy with work stuff. It happens sometimes.”

“Gotcha. Well, I hope you like what I ordered. It’s the same thing we got the last time you were here.”

“Awesome,” you replied while gathering up your food.

The two of you ate and chatted about Chris’ tour and your work and just life in general. Nothing too serious. Even still, you were enjoying yourself immensely.

After you finished eating, Chris cleaned up the remnants and handed you the remote, “Here, pick a movie.”

“What do you feel like watching?” you asked.

“Whatever you want. Maybe something horror?”

“Sounds good to me.”

You scrolled through the endless streaming services as Chris finished cleaning up dinner. You finally landed on Trick ‘R Treat, a movie you knew Chris loved.

He came back into the living room taking his seat next to you, “Trick ‘R Treat, huh? Can’t say I’ve ever seen this one.”

You laughed, “Oh yeah, that’s why I picked it. I wanted you to see something new.”

He laughed with you, “It’s a good choice. We don’t have to watch it just because you know that I like it, though.”

“Hey, I like it too. Plus, it would probably be advantageous to pick something we’ve already seen so we can still talk and not miss anything.”

“You make a good point,” he said, wrapping an arm around you and settling in for the movie.

You nuzzled into his side and focused your attention on the movie beginning in front of you. The movie played for at least half an hour without a word from either of you. You were desperate to try and kiss him again. You contemplated making the first move for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, you worked up the nerve to slide away just enough so that you could face him. His head turned and he caught your gaze.

You were exceedingly nervous, so you simply smiled shyly at him. He returned your grin and before you knew it, he was placing a hand softly on the side of your face. You felt as though you could melt beneath his touch. Your brain had no time to register what was happening as Chris leaned down slowly into you, caressing your lips with his in your very first kiss.

You pressed your lips into his, savoring the softness of his lips. Your mouths worked in unison, dancing with one another. You could have kissed him all night. After a few minutes of light kissing, you felt Chris’ tongue sweep across your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. You gladly parted your mouth and met his tongue with yours. Your tongues lapping against one another as the kiss grew in intensity. It wasn’t long before Chris had his hands tangled in your hair.

Feeling bold, you placed a hand on his thigh as you continued kissing. Chris gently nipped and sucked your bottom lip giving you all the encouragement you needed to slide your hand up his thigh until you were lightly gripping his cock over his pants. He moaned softly into your mouth as one of his hands left your hair to press your hand even more firmly into his crotch. He moved your hand so that you were rubbing his cock through the material. You could feel him growing hard beneath you.

Soon, you were taking the lead and rubbing him with no assistance. Chris’ hand now on your waist, working its way under the hem of your shirt. He kissed you with fervor as his hand slid upward to caress your breast over your bra. You barely had a chance to take in the sensation before Chris was pulling his hand and lips away from you.

“Come on,” he said standing up and pulling you with him until you were cradled in his arms, “I want the first time I fuck you to be in my bed.”

You felt the blood rush through your system. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You’d dreamt about it. You’d blogged discreetly about it, and you knew he knew that you had been waiting for this.

Chris carried you into his room and laid you down on his bed, the softness of his pillow catching your head. He wasted no time towering over you and kissing you vigorously. His hands roamed up and down your body as his mouth moved with yours. You pulled at his shirt until he sat back on his knees and removed the article of clothing. You stared at his heavily tattooed body, feeling lust begin to wash over you. You couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough.

Chris tore your shirt off and made haste with your jeans. You didn’t give him a chance to start with your underwear as you were too busy undoing his pants and pulling them down, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. He could see the hungry look in your eye, and placed his thumbs under the waistband or his underwear and pulled them down his legs, freeing his cock. Your eyes grew wide as you watched him bounce out of the material. You couldn’t stop staring. You couldn’t even hide it, and you didn’t care. 

Chris didn’t seem to mind either, as he gave a slight chuckle and asked, “Like what you see?”

Your eyes still didn’t leave his cock, “Love it,” you replied absently.

He laughed again, “Okay, well, now it’s my turn to see you.”

With that, he was pulling your panties off, leaving you in just your bra, which didn’t stay on much longer, either. Chris pulled you forward and busied his hands with unclasping the material at your back and then pulling the garment off of you, leaving you both completely naked.

“Fuck…” he said, his eyes roaming your body.

You thought he was in some sort of trance momentarily and you began to move toward him, finally feeling bold enough to make the next move. However, your plans were thwarted when Chris wrapped a hand around your throat and pushed you onto your back.

“I’ve seen the things you post about, baby. I know what you want me to do to you.”

Your cheeks flushed hot, and you almost felt embarrassed. You bit your lip and broke eye contact.

“No, don’t get shy on me now. I know what kind of girl you really are, what you want from me. Now take it,” he said, applying more pressure around your throat.

You felt your pussy clench at his words. You couldn’t remember the last time you wanted someone this badly. You subconsciously spread your legs.

Chris noticed your motions, “See? That’s my good girl. Spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

You fought back a small moan as Chris towered over you once again, his body pressed against yours as he kissed you roughly, his hand tightening even more around your throat. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh. You wanted it. Wanted him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as if begging him to fuck you. He took the hint and pulled away from you. You took in a deep breath as his hand left your throat to open the drawer of the bedside table. He pulled out a condom and immediately tore the package open. You watched hungrily as he slid the condom onto his cock.

He adjusted himself on top of you once more, “Normally, I’d take my time with you baby, and I promise I will next time, but I need you too fucking badly right now.”

You merely nodded in response as you felt him lining himself up with your entrance. Chris took one last look in your eyes, pressing his forehead against yours before he slowly slid himself inside. You let out a small gasp as you felt his entire girth stretching you open. Your eyelids fluttered as you composed yourself.

Chris seemed to need a second to adjust, as well. After a moment, he began to rock back and forth inside of you before kissing you again as he continued. You kissed back feverishly, and wrapped your legs around him once more. He wrapped one arm beneath the small of your back and pulled you slightly upward into him. The two of you moaned into each other’s mouths at the new angle. He was still moving slowly, but he was hitting that sweet spot inside of you that made your toes curl.

It wasn’t long after that he pulled himself from your lips and wrapped his free hand around your throat again, cutting off slight circulation. He stared intently into your eyes, watching for any slight change. He began bucking his hips more forcefully, filling the room with slapping sounds. You could hear how wet your pussy was getting. You let out a slightly louder moan.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” he asked, still fucking you.

“Mmm, yes.”

“Yeah? You wanted me to fuck you, pretty girl?”

You arched your back as you felt Chris’ grip on your throat tighten, “Yes. Wanted you to fuck me so bad…”

Chris moaned and quickened his pace, “I know, baby. I know exactly what you want from me.”

You moaned louder as Chris grabbed at your hip and throat and practically slammed you into him. He was so much bigger than you. You thought he might break you, and you didn’t care in the slightest.

“Mmm. Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

“Fuck yes…” you responded wantonly.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“You feel so fucking good, Chris. Fuck…”

Chris moaned louder, “That’s my good girl. That’s my good fucking girl…”

His grip on your throat tightened until you were sure he would leave marks. Good. You wanted the reminder that you were now his. The thought spurred your lust even more until you were writhing and moaning beneath him, arching your back into him and trying to soak up as much of him as you could.

“Oh, fuck. You feel so fucking good, baby. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long…” he moaned.

He picked up the pace and gripped you harder. You could feel yourself getting close.

“Oh my god, Chris. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” you whined.

“Yeah? Is my good girl gonna cum for me? You wanna fucking cum, sweetheart?”

You closed your eyes, “Oh, fuck, yes!”

You felt Chris’ lips crash onto yours, kissing you hungrily, swallowing your moans. He never stopped fucking you. Your pussy felt like it was on fire in the best possible way. You felt your cunt clamp down on his cock as he bit your lip before trailing over to whisper in your ear.

“Cum for me, baby. Let me hear you.”

“Oh! Fuck! Mmm…” you began cumming.

Chris moaned into your ear, causing you to cum even harder, “Oh fuck, that’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl…”

You were just starting to come down from your orgasm as you heard Chris hit his, “Fuck! Ohhh… Shit.”

Your legs were trembling around his waist and your hands had fallen to your sides. Your whole body felt like jello and you weren’t sure if you were even able to move at this point. You felt Chris slow to a stop and you could hear his shallow, jagged breath by your ear. After a moment, he let go of your neck and placed a kiss where the bruises were beginning to form.

Eventually, Chris pulled himself out of you and removed the condom, tying it up and throwing it away in a trash can he had near the bedside table. He moved next to you and laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling, collecting himself and steadying his breathing.

“Fuck. That was well worth the wait,” he said, breaking the silence.

You smiled at him, “I think so too.”

Chris smiled back, “So, does this mean you're my girlfriend now, or do you want a few more dates first?”

“Do you want me to be your girlfriend now?” you inquired.

“Yes. Very much so,” he laughed.

You giggled, “Okay, then I’m your girlfriend.”

Chris smiled widely, “Good.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours, once more. A lighter, sweeter kiss this time, but passionate, just the same. You kissed for a few moments more before Chris pulled back, turning to lay on his side, and pulled you flush against him, spooning you.

You lay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company and processing all that had just transpired when Chris said, “I’m so glad I stalked your blog.”

You laughed, “Give you some ideas, did it?”

“Definitely. Oh, and don’t worry. I know there was a lot that I didn’t get to this time, but I promise I’ll cross everything off your list very, very soon.”

You laughed once more, “Okay, good. I promise to learn yours too and do them for you as well.”

He returned your laugh, “Maybe I should start using my blog again so you can learn about my kinks too.”

“No way,” you began, still laughing, “If you’re gonna copy me, at least make a private blog that only I know about. We don’t need your fans knowing about the slutty things we do.”

“Okay, I promise it’ll be private, but it’s gonna be filthy.”

“I think I can handle it,” you replied.

“Oh, I’m sure you can if yours is any indication of how nasty you are, sweetheart.”

You giggled again, “What can I say, I know what I want.”

“Yeah, so do I, and I plan on showing you,” he said as he rubbed his hand up and down your hip.

You ground your ass against his cock, daring him to get hard again, “Can’t wait, baby.”

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x Female Reader

Warnings: Marijuana use, cunnilingus

Word Count: 2k

Darius and the reader get high and enjoy some quality time on the couch.

It was a lazy Saturday night. You were at your boyfriend Darius’ house. The two of you sat on the couch watching some mindless horror movie, sharing a bong. You inhaled the smoke deeply into your lungs, feeling the effect of the marijuana. It was a nice feeling. You felt weightless and your body seemed as if it was floating. Darius had smoked even more than you, so you were sure he felt the same. You loved getting high with him. He became so silly and fun. He was the best person to get high with.

You stared at the TV screen as your boyfriend took another long hit off the bong. You were surprised he didn’t start coughing. You were very high at this point and you thought you’d refuse if he passed it back to you, but instead he sat it on the table before you. You must have smoked it all. Darius was more affectionate and touchy feely when he was high, so it didn’t surprise you when he leaned back on the couch and wrapped an arm around you. You nestled into him as the two of you continued watching the ridiculous slasher on TV.

You felt completely at peace, stoned and wrapped up in the love of your life. You lightly hummed when Darius began softly rubbing your arm. Closing your eyes, you took in the sensation of his hand. You felt small tingles where his hand stroked. You could chalk it up to the weed, but you knew that it was a combination of that and Darius’ touch. He could make you feel like this even when you were sober.

You continued enjoying the feeling of him, becoming aware of the sensation spreading throughout your body. It was a soft feeling. Butterflies in your stomach, goosebumps on your skin. You leaned your head into him and took in his scent, the cologne he used causing your head to swim. You loved the smell of him. You felt the pleasurable feelings begin to drift from your stomach down to your genitals. You weren’t shocked. You were almost always turned on by this man. It didn’t take much, especially when weed was involved.

Your body took control as you leaned into his neck and began peppering small kisses on him. Darius responded by lightly squeezing your arm as he continued to rub his hand up and down. You applied a bit more pressure to your kisses, stopping to place one behind his ear, which you knew he loved. He gently exhaled at the feeling. You placed a few more kisses there, knowing you could get your point across if you focused on one of his sweet spots. He stopped rubbing your arm, and instead gave a bit tighter of a squeeze. You could tell you were beginning to work your magic on him. Kissing down his neck, you began to lightly suck and bite his flesh. He squeezed harder and took in a sharp breath.

Darius leaned his head back against the couch, allowing you even more access, “Shit, baby. That feels really nice.”

You smiled against his throat and lightly ran your hand over his chest, feeling the fabric of his tank top. You continued kissing as you rubbed your hand back and forth and further down his body. Your fingertips grazed across his clothed stomach before dipping beneath and allowing your hand to freely roam across his torso. You felt the hair of his chest, which you loved, and placed your hand over his heart, still nipping at his neck. He closed his eyes and sighed in contentment.

You felt that familiar throb beginning in your pussy and pulled your hand out from under his shirt. Wasting no time, you grabbed his free hand and guided it between your legs. Using slight pressure, you pressed Darius’ hand into your clothed cunt and gently rubbed his hand into yourself. You sighed into his neck as you worked his hand a bit more forcefully and applied more pressure to his throat. At this point, you were sure you were leaving hickies. Good. You wanted to mark him, like he so often marked you.

You continued working his hand with a bit more pressure when you heard him laugh, “Well, someone’s horny.”

You giggled against his throat before being cut short by Darius applying even more pressure against your cunt, rubbing his palm over your clit. You moaned lightly at the feeling. Before you could comprehend it, Darius was unbuttoning your jeans and sliding his hand into your pants above your damp underwear.

He rubbed his fingers up and down your panties, “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re already this wet? I’ve barely touched you. You must be high as hell if you’ve already got it this bad.”

You simply sighed into his neck in response, audible enough for him to hear.

“Do you want more, baby?” he asked softly.

You closed your eyes, no longer kissing his neck, just nuzzling into him, “Yes.”

Without a word, Darius slipped his hand under the hem of your panties and began lightly brushing across your swollen clit. You gasped at the feeling.

He ran his fingers along your slit, collecting some of the wetness before bringing them back up to your clit and working it in slow, deliberate circles. You moaned softly into his neck, subconsciously lifting your hips and pushing them into his hand. Darius took his other hand off your arm and up to your hair, lightly brushing it behind your ear as his other hand continued its gentle assault on your clit.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he cooed.

“Mmm. Yes,” you replied, still moving your hips against him.

“What if I did this?” he asked as he slid his fingers down to your soaking wet entrance.

Darius lightly pushed the tip of his finger inside of you, feeling you shiver, before inserting the rest of his finger all the way in. He wasted no time inserting a second finger and pushing them as far inside of you as he could get. Your hips bucked when he curled them upward, rubbing against that sweet spot inside of you. You began openly moaning into him as he curled and flexed his fingers inside, making you feel sparks of electricity run throughout your entire body.

“That feels good, doesn’t it baby? You fucking love it when I’m inside of you. Any part of me.”

You could only moan more loudly in response. You shifted your hips even further to try to allow him as much access as you could. He must have noticed because he immediately began pushing his fingers in and out, fucking you with them the best he could. You moaned and writhed on the couch, savoring the experience. Your head dizzy from weed and arousal.

Just as you were beginning to build toward your climax, Darius pulled his hand out of your pants completely. You had no time to register what he was doing, before he was lifting your hips and pulling your jeans and panties to the floor. He grabbed your waist and scooted you sideways, giving him enough room to lie flat on his back across the couch.

“Come here, baby,” he reached out to you.

You took the opportunity to climb up his body and straddle his waist.

Darius placed his hands on your hips, “No, not there. Come here.”

You felt a bit confused before you realized he was pulling your body upward toward his face. You followed his movements and soon you were straddling your naked, wet cunt directly above his lips.

“Let me taste how much I’ve turned you on, sweetheart,” he spoke softly, centimeters away from your pussy, the feeling of his breath against you.

You leaned your head back toward the ceiling, eyes closed, shivering in anticipation. Darius lightly grasped both of your hips in his hands as he slowly lowered your body down, into his waiting mouth. You gasped loudly as you felt his lips make contact with your throbbing cunt. First, he kissed along your labia, stopping to take small nips at the swollen lips, licking them up and down. Next, he was parting your folds with his tongue and deeply kissing your clit directly. He lightly flicked his tongue across the little bud and you shivered against his touch. You could feel him smile against your pussy, pleased with the effect he was having on you.

Darius knew exactly what to do with his mouth. You were constantly thinking about all the times he’d gone down on you, and the way he’d made you cum from it. You had frequent dreams about it. His skilled tongue making shapes you were sure he’d learned from all the practice he had as a deathcore vocalist. He made you feel things no one else ever had.

After a few moments of light teasing, Darius parted his lips and sucked hard on your clit, causing you to gasp and moan loudly. He tightened his grip on your hips and pulled you even more forcefully into his mouth. He swirled his tongue across your aching bud as he sucked it with care. Your body, once again, took control, and you were soon grinding your cunt into his mouth, moaning wantonly at the feeling of his tongue. He sucked and licked and moaned into your pussy, causing you to feel waves and jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body.

It wasn’t long before you felt that familiar constriction in your cunt, “Oh, fuck, baby. Shit, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Darius responded by gripping you harder, licking and sucking for dear life. You groaned loudly at the feeling of his moans against your pussy. You felt your body trembling, and you knew you were close.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that. Oh my god…” you trailed off.

He licked faster, knowing his work was almost done. His hands trailed from your hips back to your ass as he gripped and squeezed roughly, helping you grind against his tongue.

“Shit. Fuck!” you called out, words beginning to escape you.

Darius moaned into you again, sucking harder than he had before. This was it. This was your undoing. You leaned forward and grabbed fistfuls of his hair and came so hard you saw stars. Your loud moans filling the living room. You involuntarily rubbed your cunt down harder into his face, which he responded to by squeezing and massaging your ass. He gently sucked your clit a bit more as your orgasm began to wind down.

The whole room was spinning and you were grateful that Darius was holding you in place. You could barely form a coherent thought as you felt him lick along your slit, collecting as much of your wetness as he could. He sighed and dipped his tongue inside of you, causing you to gasp and pull at his hair. He lightly licked up and down along your entrance, feeling you shake against his mouth. 

After a few moments, he pulled your hips up and off his face. He helped guide your shaking legs from around the sides of his head and positioned you so that you were lying on the couch next to him. You almost moaned again at the sight of Darius licking his lips, tasting all that you had left on his mouth. 

You began to steady your breathing as Darius smiled at you and asked, “Feel better?”

You smiled back, “Much better. Thank you, baby.”

He grinned once more before shifting on his side and pulling you into a spooning position, “Glad I could help.”

He placed a small kiss to the side of your head and you leaned back into him, enjoying the feeling of his chest rising and falling against you.

“So you don’t want me to return the favor?” you laughed.

He chuckled, “Nah, not right now. You seem like you came pretty hard. I’ll let you rest for awhile, but just know that I will be fucking you before the night is over. Maybe when I’m not quite so stoned.”

You laughed again, “Okay, I look forward to it.”

“Good,” he began, “Oh, and thank you, too.”

“For what?” you asked.

“Well, I had pretty bad cotton mouth, and you just fixed that.”

“Jesus Christ, Darius,” you laughed.

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving)

Word Count: 3.1k

Vinny and the reader can't decide what movie to watch. Smut.

Vinny is a cuddly sub and no one can convince me otherwise.

It was late evening. Vinny was live on Twitch, drumming for his fans and having fun. Sometimes, you’d get on Twitch in the other room just to watch. You loved seeing him interact with his fans. He had such love and gratitude for them. Plus, he was funny, and he was always joking around with them. He was a loveable goof. You adored him more than you could put into words.

Tonight, you were once again watching his stream on your phone. Giggling at all his cute shenanigans. You were particularly moved by a sweet moment he had with a fan. They had told Vinny a personal story and he had the sweetest reply. He had also promised to give them a big hug at a meet and greet they were planning on attending. You were excited for them. Vinny gave the best hugs. He always held on tight and for a long time, ensuring the other person felt the love he was radiating.

You sat your phone to the side and listened as you folded laundry. He was wrapping up, you could tell. You heard him say his final goodbyes before the stream ended. You exited out of Twitch and got back to the task at hand. A few moments later, the bedroom door opened and there he stood.

“Hey babe, folding laundry?” he asked.

“Yeah, wanna give me a hand?”

“Of course,” he replied, making his way over, sitting on the bed beside you.

He picked up a pair of socks and got to work, “So the stream went well tonight. Did you see it?”

“I did,” you began, “Well, I watched most of it, anyway. I think I missed the beginning.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s fine. Had some technical difficulties at the start, so you didn’t really miss much.”

“Oh, what happened?” you inquired.

“I’m still not really sure, but somehow, I fixed it. Did you like what you saw?”

You folded a shirt and replied, “Of course, I always do. You know I love watching your streams.”

He smiled, “Yeah, well, I always try extra hard to put on a good show when I know you’re watching.”

“Well, don’t I feel special,” you joked.

He chuckled, “So, what do you wanna do tonight? Watch a movie? Play a game? What sounds good?”

You thought for a moment, “I’m not sure. What sounds good to you?”

“Hmm. Well, since we’re already in here, wanna just cuddle in bed and watch a movie?”

“Sure, that sounds great. Although, it always takes us like an hour or more to pick one,” you laughed.

He reciprocated your laugh, “That’s true. Well, we can still cuddle while we scroll through Netflix.”

“Yes, we can,” you smiled sweetly at him.

He smiled back. His smiles always made you feel warm and fuzzy. He was so cute and affectionate. You’d never known another man like him. You felt as though you were constantly having to pry yourself out of his grip. This man loved to touch you. He was a cuddler, through and through. Most of the time, you didn’t mind. You loved being held by him.

The two of you finished folding the laundry and chatted while you put the clothes away. Nothing too serious. Mostly just talking about Twitch and Motionless stuff. You finished your chores and made your way back over to the bed. You climbed up and took your normal spot, Vinny close behind. He grabbed the remote from the bedside table and turned on the TV. you cuddled up close to him, resting your head on his chest, while he wrapped an arm around you.

Vinny began scrolling through the movie titles, listing some off that might seem interesting. You weren’t really paying much attention, however. You were too busy being lulled by the feeling of his body beneath you, the smell of his clothes, everything about him. You’d think you would be used to the effect he had on you by now, but it still got you everytime. You softly rubbed your hand across his chest, content to lie here with him the rest of the night. You were more than happy to just stay like this. No movie, no nothing, just him. You didn’t care what he picked.

“Or, what about this one? This one seems pretty cool, right? Oh wait, I just read the synopsis, and it actually seems kinda dumb. Shit. Sorry, babe, I promise we’ll find something,” he said.

You closed your eyes, feeling the vibrations in his chest against your cheek when he spoke, “It’s fine, baby. Whatever you wanna watch is fine with me.”

“Yeah, but I wanna find something good that we’ll both like. There’s too many choices. It’s impossible to pick something.”

You sighed contentedly. You couldn’t care less what he picked, as long as you could stay like this. You listened to him rattle off different options, giving feedback on films he’d already seen or what he thought they might be about. You felt even more relaxed and comfortable the more he spoke.

“So, this one’s not that great, but it has Keanu Reeves in it, so that’s cool, right?” he asked, desperate to find something worth watching.

“Whatever you want, baby. I’m fine with anything.”

“Hmm. I don’t think I want that one, either. Fuck. Why is it so hard to pick something?”

You listened to him continue, still rubbing your hand on his chest. Without even being aware, your hand started to slide lower until you were lightly rubbing his stomach. You suddenly became aware of your hand placement and remembered that his happy trail was right below the part of his shirt that you were touching. You instantly became more alert. You loved the hair on his lower stomach. You loved touching it, so that’s what you did.

You slowly slid your hand under his shirt and began lightly grazing your fingertips across his abdomen, feeling the soft hair. He didn’t seem too fazed by it, this wasn’t the first time you’d done this. You barely processed what he was saying as he continued listing movies. You were now far more interested in touching him than any film.

You continued rubbing your hand up and down beneath his shirt, across his stomach and chest, wanting to feel as much of him as you could. He still didn’t seem to notice. You would make him notice. You lowered your hand until it was at the waist of his jeans. Slowly, you began to undo the button and slide the zipper down.

He chuckled, “You want something, baby?”

“Do you?” you asked back.

He shifted a bit beneath you. You thought you had begun to have an effect on him.

“Maybe…” he teased, “What did you have in mind?”

You leaned upward, meeting his face with your own, “I’ll show you what I want.”

You barely had time to acknowledge that his eyes grew wide before your lips were on his. You wasted no time in giving this man a long, sensual kiss, which he greatly returned. You felt his hand slide down to your behind, giving it a light squeeze as the two of you continued kissing. Long, languid, passionate kissing. You felt your head swim from the contact. The way this man kissed you always made you feel like you were on cloud nine. You couldn’t get enough of it. Normally, anyway. This time, you had other plans.

You leaned your head over and kissed his neck. Sucking gently, knowing his sweet spots and making him sigh. He squeezed your ass a bit harder. Your hand once again found its way to his pants and you slid your hand underneath the material of his jeans. You continued kissing his neck the way you knew he loved as your hand began to slowly rub his cock over his underwear. You heard him inhale sharply at the newfound contact. This went on for a moment, as you felt his cock growing harder beneath your hand. You took this as your cue to dip your hand below his briefs and rub his cock for real.

“Shit, babe,” he sighed.

You grabbed his cock in your hand and squeezed lightly, drawing a soft moan from him. You did this a few times, enjoying the feeling of him, hard and in your hand. You loved having Vinny in this position. It was safe to say that you were typically the more dominant one in your sexual relationship, though Vinny could take charge when he felt like it. He just enjoyed the feeling of being completely at your mercy, allowing you to do whatever you wanted to him. He got off on it.

You slid his pants down slightly. Enough to free his cock from its confines. It sprang upward, fully erect and dripping precum. You finally detached yourself from his neck and brought your face back to meet his. You leaned over him, looking down at his expression. His eyes were a little glossy, eyelids drooping slightly. His lips were parted and he was breathing a bit more heavily. You took in the sight of him. He was so sexy like this. You couldn’t resist giving him one last, slow, deep kiss. You pulled away and flashed him a sweet smile.

He returned it, “I love you, babe.”

You grinned once more, “I love you, too.”

Before he could say anything else, you grabbed his cock and squeezed it fully. Vinny’s eyelids fluttered shut and he let out a soft groan. You watched his expression as you slowly began to pump your hand up and down. He was in heaven, and you were too just from watching. You leaned in and kissed him again, sliding your tongue in his mouth as you continued pleasuring him with your hand. You swallowed his moans as you ran your tongue across his. Your hand quickened its pace as you gently bit his bottom lip, causing him to moan a bit louder. You were being slow with him. Deliberate. Teasing, almost, and he loved every second of it.

You wanted more from him, and you knew what you had to do to get it. You shifted on the bed, your face now level with his hard cock. He opened his eyes and glanced down at you, a flash of excitement in his gaze as he realized what was coming next.

You glanced up at him, watching his face contort as you lightly licked the precum off the head of his dick. You held out your tongue, letting him see the fluid resting on it.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

You smirked, loving the effect you had on him. You gripped the base of his cock firmly and took the head into your mouth, sucking gently, still teasing him.

Vinny tossed his head back against the pillow, “Damn, baby.”

You smiled around his cock, still sucking. You began to pump your hand slowly up and down his shaft as you sucked harder, still only entertaining his tip with your mouth. You knew it would drive him crazy. Good. This is what you wanted. You were in control, and he knew it. He didn’t dare try to tell you what to do.

Slowly, you began lowering your head and taking more of him into your mouth. Vinny’s moans grew louder and more frequent as you worked him. He loved getting head from you. You were so good at it and he was putty in your hands, well, mouth, every time you did it. You felt him begin to buck his hips upward into your mouth, unable to control himself. You took your free hand and pushed down on his stomach, stopping his movements.

“Oh my god, babe…” he sighed, eyes shut.

You laughed around his cock and the vibration made him shudder. You took this as your cue to start moaning around his length. He went wild when you did that.

“Oh! Fuck, sweetheart. God, that feels so fucking good. You’re so good, baby…”

You sucked harder and faster, your hand keeping rhythm with your mouth. You traced your tongue along his tip as you sucked and moaned, determined to give this man pleasure. You felt him tense up and you knew he was close, but you weren’t finished with him yet.

You took your mouth off his cock and looked up at him. It took him a moment to collect himself and realize that you had stopped, although your hand still softly pumped him.

“Mmm. Please, baby,” he whined.

“So polite,” you giggled, “Do you think you deserve to cum?”

He moaned as you squeezed him hard in your hand, “Yes…”

“Yeah? You think you’ve been good enough for me?”

“Yes…” he began, “Yes, baby. Please.”

You were riding a high watching this man fully submit to you, like he had many times before. It never got old. You could watch this man writhe and moan and beg for hours. Sometimes, you had. You wouldn’t torture him too long, this evening. You were desperate to see him cum. You just knew that if you had a little fun with him first, he would cum even harder.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” you cooed softly.

He groaned as your hand quickened once again, “I want you to make me cum.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum?

“Yes. Fuck…”

You dipped your tongue out and licked his tip yet again, feeling him shiver beneath you. You giggled, loving the reaction you got. You gripped his cock as hard as you could and moved it vigorously, causing him to moan loudly.

“Where do you wanna cum, baby?” you asked.

Vinny groaned and said, “Your mouth… I wanna cum in your mouth, baby.”

“Yeah? You want me to swallow your cum, sweetheart?”

“Fuck yes,” he hissed as your hand continued to stroke him.

“Beg for it,” you demanded.

You licked him once more as he writhed beneath you, “Oh, shit. Please, baby. Please make me cum. Mmm. Need to cum so bad…”

You smiled, “That’s my good boy.”

Wasting no time, you took him back into your mouth and sucked hard. Vinny cried out, grabbing your hair with both hands. He didn’t dare try to move your head though. He knew you would stop if he did. He was just latching on, desperate for something to cling to. You sucked and moaned as he whimpered, you knew he was getting close. You squeezed the base of his cock with your hand and lowered your head down so your lips met them. There wasn’t an inch of Vinny’s cock that wasn’t attended to.

“Oh, fuck, babe. Holy shit…” he whined, head still tossed back as far as it could go.

You moved your hand and took his full length into your mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat. He involuntarily jerked his hips at the sensation. You moved your head quickly, bobbing and sucking and moaning. You were desperate to taste his cum, and you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until you did.

You moaned wantonly around his cock, trying to sound as slutty as possible. Your moans drove him crazy, even if they were muffled by his cock. Especially when they were muffled by his cock. His grip in your hair tightened so hard you thought he might pull some out.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum. I’m so fucking close,” his moans sounded more desperate, bordering on pathetic, which you loved.

You gave everything you had. Sucking him like your life depended on it. You moaned loudly around his cock and suddenly you felt Vinny’s cum shooting into your mouth, and down your throat.

“Oh! Oh, fuck. Shit,” he cried as his orgasm hit.

You continued sucking, ensuring that you pleasured him through his orgasm. You could taste him on your tongue and it turned you on. You loved when he came in your mouth. Mostly because of the way whined when he did, but you couldn’t deny you also loved the taste of him.

You felt his grip on your hair loosen as you slowed your movements. He was finished. You sucked one last time as you slowly slid your mouth off his cock. His semen still filling your mouth. You looked up at him just as he was opening his eyes to glance back at you. You gave a devilish smirk then opened your mouth, allowing him to see his cum on your tongue.

“Fuck, that’s hot, baby,” he groaned.

You swallowed his cum and opened your mouth again, showing him that you had taken it all. He grinned at the sight and reached out a hand for you.

“Come here, babe.”

You gladly slid back up and ino the position you were prior to your actions, resting your head on his chest once more. You enjoyed the feeling of his chest rising and falling raggedly, still trying to catch his breath from what you had done to him. He shakily put himself back into his pants and closed them up. You returned to lightly rubbing his chest with your hand, listening to his heart pounding beneath you.

Vinny, once again, wrapped an arm around you, resting his hand on the small of your back, “Shit. I wasn’t expecting that. Thank you, baby.”

You smiled as he kissed the top of your head, “You’re welcome.”

The two of you lay silent for a moment, both of you waiting for Vinny to collect himself. He rubbed softly at your lower back, sighing deeply.

“Fuck. I can’t even remember what we were doing before this,” he breathed out.

You laughed, “You were trying to find us a movie to watch, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks for distracting me,” he teased.

You laughed again, “No problem.”

“Well, there is a problem,” he began, “We still don’t have a movie to watch.”

“Vin, you can literally put on anything, I don’t care.”

“That doesn’t help me pick something!” he responded.

You grabbed the remote from beside him, “Okay, fine. I’ll pick something.”

“Wait, why do you get to pick? Shouldn’t we both get a say?” he asked.

“Babe, I just let you cum in my mouth, I think I’ve earned the right to pick the movie.”

He laughed, “Okay, that’s fair, but after the movie, I’m making you cum and then I get to pick the movie.”

You returned his laugh, “Okay, deal.”

You scrolled for awhile before Vinny rolled over on top of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“I’m impatient. I wanna make you cum, now,” he answered, “We can both pick something when I’m done.”

You smiled as he began to undo your jeans, “Okay, that’s fair.”

Pairing: Ricky Olson x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, lovey dovey shit

Word Count: 6.1k

Ricky and the reader are on tour together and fall in love. Smut ensues.

I may have gotten a little carried away with this one, but I've had romantic Ricky on the brain for months. Enjoy!

You were on your tour bus, sifting through the belongings in one of your bags, looking for your makeup. It was hot outside, hence why you were dressed in shorts and a tank top, hair pulled up and out of your way. After a moment or so of digging, you finally found the little clutch bag that you had been looking for. Picking it up, you went into the bathroom of the bus, needing the mirror to prepare yourself for tonight’s performance.

You had been on this tour for almost two months, enjoying the chance to tour with a larger band like Motionless In White. Of course, being a huge fan of theirs helped, too. It was nice, as a smaller band, and yourself, a lesser known vocalist and guitarist, to get the opportunity to play to larger crowds and get your name out there. You’d met several people at the merch stand that bought your shirts and now called themselves fans. It was everything you’d dreamed of in the days of tiny venues and crowded vans to carry you to them.

You applied eyeshadow and reflected on your time on this tour thus far. Happy to know that you’d played some of your best shows and given some of your best performances. You’d met so many crew members that you were happy to call new friends. Of course, you’d met and befriended all of the guys in Motionless, as well. They were a very friendly and welcoming group, and you were proud to share the stage with them. You’d spent quite a bit of time with some of them and had even developed friendships and inside jokes. Sometimes, on long bus rides, you’d text the guys on the other bus to kill time and strengthen your newfound bonds.

Of course, there was one member that you seemed to grow especially close to. Their guitarist, Ricky, had become a close confidant of yours and you spent much of your free time on tour talking to him, whether it be through text or just being able to hang out in between shows. He was so inviting when you first met, always asking you questions and genuinely wanting to get to know you. You were surprised by how much he cared about knowing you. After all, you were just the opener, he didn’t have to go out of his way to be nice to you. But, for whatever reason, he seemed to seek you out quite often, thoroughly enjoying your talks. You couldn’t count how many times the two of you had killed hours of time just sitting around, shooting the shit and getting to know each other. You felt like you knew him like the back of your hand at this point, and you were sure he could say the same.

You continued applying your makeup, a thick layer of black eyeliner smudged around the lid to compliment the sparkly black eyeshadow you had previously applied. You caught yourself smiling in the mirror as you recalled the last conversation you had had with Ricky. A seemingly relaxed conversation about some book he’d insisted you read. He even insisted that you make a note of it in your phone, lest you forget the title. You agreed with the promise that he would also read a book of your choosing, as well. He agreed heartily. This man loved books. He spoke about them with such reverence and adoration. You especially loved the way he talked about writing his own book. It really enabled you to catch a glimpse into this man’s mind, his way of thinking about the world. You couldn’t wait to read it and, thankfully, he promised to send you a copy. 

You put the final touches on your look while wondering what his writing would be like. Would he write the way he spoke? Or was it more formal? Would you pick up on any telling information about his personality from the way he phrased his thoughts and feelings of the world around him? You were desperate to read it. It almost made you wish the tour was over so you could go home and eagerly await your copy to arrive. Almost, being the key word. The other half of you, the larger half, hoped this tour would never end. You loved the overall experience, but mostly, you just loved spending time with Ricky.

You knew that you had a crush on him from the day you met. He was so handsome, friendly, and intelligent. You found yourself a bit nervous around him, but unable to pull yourself away. Your introverted nature telling you to hide yourself away, but your mind still involuntarily pulling yourself in the opposite direction. This man drew you in. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had had such a strong effect on you so quickly. Usually, it took more time to draw you in like this. Earlier encounters usually just brushed off as silly little crushes until they became something more. Ricky was different. You felt that rush of adrenaline and butterflies early on. It got to the point where you found yourself either looking for him or thinking about him all the time. 

Eventually, you couldn’t hide your feelings from yourself anymore. Too many deep, late night conversations with him drew forth intense emotional feelings. You couldn’t believe it, but in such a short amount of time, you had fallen in love. It was a recent revelation, but a strong one, just the same. You felt as though you were being swept up by a riptide of love and anxiety, unsure of what you should do. Should you tell him? What if that made things weird? At least the tour was almost over, so you wouldn’t have to live with that awkward situation for long. But what about after? Would you no longer be friends? The idea of losing the relationship you’d already built was crushing. You’d grown very close to this man, and you valued your friendship above all else. You decided to just keep your feelings to yourself. For now, anyway. Maybe it was something you would deal with after you got home and didn’t have to face his rejection face to face.

You finished getting ready and headed out of the bathroom, through the bus, and eventually outside. You were parked outside the venue, the show starting in a short while. You knew your band was warming up, and you decided to join them. Making your way to the practice area, you saw several people lined up out front in full Motionless regalia. A few short years ago, you would have been one of them, and now, you were playing with them and hiding what was probably unrequited love from their guitarist. You lightly shook your head and chuckled at the way things had turned out.

You heard music playing as you approached the vicinity in which your band was practicing. Without saying a word, you slipped into the group, picked up your guitar and joined them in playing warm up scales and running through various parts of the set list. You had already warmed your voice up on the bus, preferring to do that part alone, although you sang bits and pieces and drank lots of water to help keep your voice lubricated. You always wanted to put on a great show, but knowing that Ricky would be watching made you especially focused on playing the best show you could. You’d never felt more nervous performing than after realizing your feelings of love and knowing he was in the crowd. He didn’t have to watch you perform every night, but he did. You chalked it up to him just enjoying the music, which he had admitted to, and not to anything personal or serious.

Finally, the time came to take the stage. You carried your guitar to the side stage and waited to take your place out front. Before you could make your way center stage, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey, good luck out there tonight,” the voice said.

You turned to face the man you knew would be standing there, “Thanks. Come to see us play again?”

Ricky smiled, “Yeah, you guys have killed it every night, I’m not missing out.”

You smiled sincerely, “Thanks, Rick. You guys are killing it, too.”

“Thanks,” he smiled back, “Listen, are you doing anything after the show later?”

You paused, “No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“Well, we have an off day tomorrow and we’re not traveling tonight, so I thought maybe you’d like to hang out or something.”

Your heart raced. You’d hung out many times and surely this would be no different, but you still felt your stomach flip flop whenever he wanted to spend time with you.

“Yeah, that’d be awesome. Is everyone getting together after you play or what?”

“No, I don’t know what everyone else is getting up to tonight. I kinda just thought it could be you and me.”

Was he nervous? Surely, not. But, then again, he did seem a bit fidgety and he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact.

Feeling a bit nervous now, yourself, you took a moment to steady your voice and replied, “Oh, yeah, that’s fine. We can definitely hang out. Where do you wanna meet?”

“Well, we have this little back area of the bus that no one really uses. We could hang out there. Do you just wanna meet me at our bus after we’re done?” he asked, seemingly hopeful.

“Sure, that’s fine. I-”

You were cut off by your cue to take the stage. You turned to look out at the rest of your band heading off, before turning to Ricky one last time.

“I’ll see you then,” you smiled.

He returned the grin, “Okay. See you later. Good luck out there!”

“Thanks,” you smiled one last time before turning and heading out to do your job.

You spent the entire hour of your performance swept up by nerves, glancing back every so often at Ricky watching you. He seemed to be enjoying himself. You were trying your best to take your mind off the fact that Ricky wanted to spend time alone with you, and tried instead to be laser focused on every chord progression you played, every word you sang or screamed. You felt immense pressure tonight, but somehow, you managed to pull through and put on another great performance.

You played your final song, thanking the crowd for their enthusiasm and building up Motionless to come on and knock it out of the park. After you played your final note, the guitar fading into dissonance, you walked off stage back to where Ricky had been. You noticed he was no longer there, figuring that he had to leave to warm up for his own set. You handed your guitar to the waiting tech and made your way backstage to your dressing room. Thankfully, most of the venues had showers, and this one was no different. You took a quick shower, deciding to forgo washing your hair as you had just washed it last night, and you hadn’t gotten too sweaty in your performance. You threw on a pair of tattered jeans and a loose band tee, your hair still up and makeup surprisingly still intact. You gave yourself one last glance in the mirror and then headed out the door, knowing that Motionless would be on in any minute.

You made your way to the side stage, once again, ready for the guys to show up and take their place. After a few minutes of waiting, you saw them rounding the corner out of your peripheral vision. Chris, ever the leader, was in front with the rest of the band following close behind. One by one, they greeted you and gave congratulations on a job well done as they gathered up their instruments and prepared to take their place. Ricky had been quite quiet but never took his eyes off you.

Eventually, he made his way over to you, looking you straight in the eye and making you feel particularly vulnerable. You couldn’t deny it was a good feeling, though.

“Hey, you were fucking amazing out there, as always,” he told you.

You felt your heart flutter, “Thanks. I’m sure you’ll do great as always, too.”

He grinned, “Well, I sure hope so. Don’t be afraid to tell me if we suck, though.”

You laughed, “I’m not sure that’s possible. You guys have been great this whole run.”

“Yeah, well, you can always have an off night,” he began, “So don’t hold back on the honesty.

You chuckled, “Okay, deal. I’ll let you know how awful you are.”

“That’s all I ask for,” he grinned again.

Before either of you had a chance to say anything else, now he received the call to take his place. He turned back to you, smiled one last time, then walked out. Your eyes never losing focus of him. You watched him the whole night. Regardless of who was doing what out there, all you saw was Ricky. You watched the way he walked, the way his fingers moved against his guitar, the way he headbanged and sang his parts. He was a master of his craft, and you were completely smitten by everything he did.

Eventually, they played their final encore and another show was in the books. They made their way back side stage and you gave words of encouragement and high fives to them all. They discarded their instruments and left to head back to their dressing room. Ricky lingered behind, catching sneak glimpses of you when he thought you weren’t looking. You noticed and did the same to him.

Neither of you said anything for a few moments until Ricky broke the silence, “So, listen. I’m gonna go take a shower but do you still wanna meet outside our bus in a little bit? I can text you when I’m on my way.”

“Sure, that sounds fine. I’ll see you in a bit,” you responded.

“Okay, see ya in a bit, then.”

He turned and walked off in the direction of their dressing room. You decided to head to your bus and wait by the phone until he was ready. You figured you could distract yourself with some mindless Instagram scrolling for awhile.

After about a half an hour or so, your phone lit up. You were disappointed to see that it was just some app notification, and not the text you’d been waiting for. You felt a bit silly getting so excited over a text, but you were in love, and you couldn’t lie to yourself about how caught up in this man you were. So you kept scrolling, even going so far as to go to Ricky’s Instagram and look at the beautiful pictures this man had posted of himself.

You were so lost in just looking at him, that it actually startled you when the text you had been awaiting popped up just a few minutes later.

“Hey, sorry I took awhile. Had to wait for my turn to use the shower. I’m on the bus now if you’re ready.”

Your heart raced as you typed, “Okay. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Okay,” was all he responded.

You put your phone in your purse and headed out the door. Walking through the parking lot, you saw the familiar sight of their tour bus and made your way over. You knocked on the door, loud enough to make sure someone would hear you. A few moments later, the door swung open and you were greeted by the friendly face of Vinny.

“Hey! What are you doing here? Come to hang out?” he inquired.

“Sort of. Ricky and I have plans. I’m supposed to meet him here.”

“Oh, yeah. He mentioned something about that. Come on in!”

He stepped aside to allow you to enter the vehicle, closing the door behind you. You were immediately greeted by the entirety of the band and a couple of crew members you’d gotten to know as well. They all said their hellos and Justin informed you that Ricky was in the back room of the bus, just as he had said he would be. You thanked him and made your way to the back, stopping to knock on the door.

The door swung open and you were greeted by the friendly face you had been anticipating, “Hey! Come in!”

You said hello and made your way past Ricky and over to the seated bench. Ricky closed the door and immediately offered you some water which you gratefully accepted. You felt your breathing hitch slightly as he sat close to you.

“So, what’s up?” you asked as if you hadn’t just seen his entire evening.

“Oh, you know, the usual,” he half laughed.

You chuckled in response, “Yeah, I can see that. By the way, you didn’t suck tonight, in case you were wondering.”

He put on an expression of faux seriousness, “Are you sure? Because I told you not to lie to me, remember?”

“I remember, and I swear I’m telling the truth. Scout’s honor,” you replied as you held up the three fingered Girl Scout salute.

He laughed again, “Okay, good. I believe you. So, what do you wanna do?”

“I don’t know. You asked me here, remember?”

He grinned, “That’s true. I guess I should have thought ahead and planned something for us to do.”

“Well, I don’t mind just talking. I’ve enjoyed it every other time we’ve done it.”

He shifted slightly, “Okay, cool. What do you wanna talk about?”

You paused, suddenly feeling nervous, “Oh, I’m not sure. What do you wanna talk about?”

He seemed slightly uncomfortable, you could tell by his expression that he was either trying to think of something, or he had something on his mind and didn’t know how to say it.

“Umm… I don’t know. We could always talk about books again. Unless I’ve completely burnt you out on that subject.”

You chuckled, “Of course not. I love talking about books with you. Got any other recommendations that I should add to my list?”

His eyes lit up, “Oh, definitely. How much time do you have?”

“All night,” you said more assuredly than you had intended.

He paused, looking deep into your eyes. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, knowing he had something to tell you.

“Okay, so there is one book that I just finished yesterday that I’ve been dying to talk to someone about.”

You smiled, “Lay it on me.”

This went on for a while. You listened to Ricky’s synopsis of the book and reveled in the way he passionately described what he loved about it. You asked questions and gave opinions which he seemed to delight in. Of course, he got more recommendations from you, as well. The conversation then shifted to more substantial, life centered topics, and you found yourself creeping toward your desire to tell him how you felt about him. Especially when the conversation made its way into more relationship centered territories.

“...and I guess that’s why I’ve been sort of nervous about love and relationships again. I’m sure it’s all in my head and that things will work out fine if I were to just put myself out there and try again, but it’s daunting, you know?” he finished his thought.

“Absolutely. I totally get what you mean. My last relationship was pretty much the same and I have some of the same hangups about all this stuff as you do,” you responded.

He half smiled, “Glad to know that someone gets it.”

“Definitely.”

He paused for a moment, looking away from you, “Although, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t ready to try again.”

“Oh, really? Just in general, or is there someone specifically that you’ve got your sight set on?” you inquired.

He paused again, “Someone specifically.”

Your heart skipped a beat and then sank deep into the pits of your stomach. Here you were like a love sick school girl, desperately wanting this man’s affection, and his heart was already spoken for. You felt your throat tighten a bit and the smallest semblance of tears start to sting your eyes.

“Oh. Well, if you like someone, you should tell them, right? That’s the only way anything’s gonna happen. So, good luck, and let me know how it goes,” you attempted to play cool.

He said nothing. Just simply stared at you, his brows furrowed as if he were wrestling with himself over what to say next. You had no idea just how much he was contemplating his next choice of words.

“Okay,” he began, “What if I’m in love with this girl? Should I tell her, or should I just say that I like her so it’s not that big of a deal?”

You bit your lip, “Umm, I guess you should tell her that you love her. Might as well be honest. You never know what her response could be.”

“Okay,” he replied, “Then that’s what I’ll do.”

“Good,” you offered back, softly, feeling sadness creep up.

You were worried that you would start crying and immediately began thinking of an excuse to leave. You were just about to excuse yourself when Ricky took a deep breath and lightly grabbed your hand in his.

“So… I guess I’ll just take your advice and tell you that I’m in love with you.”

You froze. Unsure if you had heard him correctly.

“What?”

He steadied himself and said, “I’m in love with you. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I know how I feel. I’ve been holding this back for a little while and hearing you say that I should just go for it made me realize that this is what I want. If you don’t feel the same way, that’s fine. I can deal with it. I just wanted to tell you.”

You attempted to piece together this information with your own internal thoughts. You could hear your brain replaying his words and screaming their own at you. You had no idea how to go forward, completely overwhelmed by emotion.

“You’re in love with me?” you questioned.

“Yeah. I am. Is there any possible chance that you might feel the same way? Call me crazy, but I swear there’s been something between us for a while now.”

“You’re definitely not crazy. There’s absolutely been something between us.”

His eyes lit up again, “Yeah? This isn’t all just in my head?”

“No,” you swallowed, gathering courage, “Ricky, I love you too.”

He was shocked, “Really? You love me?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck. I don’t know if I was expecting that.”

“Really? What were you expecting?” you inquired.

“I don’t know. I guess I played through all the possibilities in my head and I never really landed on which one I thought would be the way it played out.”

You smiled, “I’ve done the same thing. Although, my pessimistic ass always thought you’d reject me.”

He furrowed his brow once more, “You thought I would reject you? Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t know how you felt about me and it was hard to come to any conclusion other than I was being delusional.”

He squeezed your hand softly and lifted his other to the side of your face, “You’re not delusional. I really do love you, and now that I know that you love me, I want to be with you. Is there any reason why we can’t be together or do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

You looked at his big, hopeful eyes, waiting for you to respond as he slowly rubbed his thumb against your cheek. You were swooning hard and your heart was beating out of your chest. You were finally getting what you wanted. What you had been dreaming about.

“Yes, Rick. I want to be your girlfriend,” you replied, lifting your free hand to rest on top of his that still sat at the side of your face.

He smiled, “Thank god. I’ve wanted you so badly.”

You weren’t sure if it was your own bravery or Ricky’s close proximity that made you so bold, but you soon heard yourself saying, “Wanted me how?”

He looked puzzled, “Wanted to be with you.”

“Is that all?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied, still confused.

You bit your lip again, trying to work out how you would phrase what you would say next, “Well… I mean, have you just wanted me in the sense that you wanted me to be your girlfriend? Or have you wanted me in other ways? If you know what I mean…”

Realization struck his expression, “Oh! Yeah. I mean, if I’m being completely honest, I have thought about you in that way, too. Sorry, if that’s weird.”

You grinned, “Rick, I’m your girlfriend now. You don’t have to apologize for wanting to fuck me.”

You noticed his breathing hitch when you said that. He seemed much more focused and sure of himself now, “Yeah? It’s okay that I want to fuck you?”

“It’s very okay, sweetheart,” you flirted.

He smiled, a seductive expression on his face, “Good. ‘Cause I’ve been waiting for this too.”

He gave you no opportunity to reply. As soon as the words left his lips, they were latched on to yours. You felt your head swimming from the contact. You’d daydreamed countless times about your first kiss with Ricky. The fantasy proving to be far inferior to reality. You moved your lips slowly against his, taking in every sensation.

You stayed like this for a few minutes, just soaking each other in and enjoying the romantic catharsis you were both experiencing. Slow kisses turning into soft tongue kissing. You loved the feeling of his tongue against yours. You could stay like this forever.

Ricky had other plans, it seemed. His hands left your face and traveled down to the hem of your shirt, gathering the fabric and lifting it up past your bra. You broke the kiss in order to lift your arms above your head as he continued pulling the material up and off your body. He stopped for a moment to admire what he could see of your semi exposed body.

“Fuck,” was all he said before his lips were once again on yours, his hands at your back undoing your bra clasp.

You felt him slide your bra off your body, leaving your breasts exposed to him. Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands up to lightly squeeze the two mounds of flesh, brushing his fingers over your hard nipples. You moaned into the kiss before pushing your tongue back into his mouth, which he gratefully reciprocated.

You continued kissing as you took your turn to tug at his shirt as well. He repeated your actions of breaking the kiss and lifting his arms, allowing you to discard the clothing. You both sat shirtless, making out as the minutes ticked by. Eventually, you felt his hands undoing the button of your jeans. Your heart raced. This was finally happening.

He pulled down your pants until they were at your ankles. He stopped to remove your shoes and socks before pulling the jeans completely off your body, leaving you in only your panties. He positioned you so that you were lying in front of him across the bench. Without saying a word, he grasped the fabric of your underwear in his tattooed hands and pulled them down your legs, removing them as well. Now you lay completely naked before this man. His eyes roamed your body, looking everywhere and unsure of where to focus.

After taking a proper look at you, his eyes returned to yours and he said, “You are so fucking beautiful. Even more beautiful than I had imagined.”

You smiled, “You’ve been thinking about me naked?”

He returned your smile, “I’ve been thinking about a lot more than that, baby.”

With that, he lowered himself over your body, his chest flush against yours as he began kissing you once more. He kissed you slowly, deliberately. You could tell he was taking his time with you. You didn’t mind in the slightest. You were happy to spend the entire night lying naked underneath this man.

After a few moments, his kisses began to trail your jaw, making their way to your neck. You took in a deep breath as you felt him gently suck and kiss the flesh of your throat. You felt pleasure building in your core as he made his way lower down your body, stopping to latch his mouth onto your breast. You let out a soft moan as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, licking and biting and causing more waves of pleasure. He paid the same care to your other breast before further kissing down your body and to your aching cunt.

He leaned his head up to catch your gaze, as if inquiring whether he could go further. You merely bit your bottom lip and spread your legs wide before him. This was all he needed to further descend upon your soaked pussy. He licked your clit with finesse, drawing the prettiest sounds out of you. He moved his tongue in slow circles as he began to place a finger inside you. You gasped at the intrusion and subconsciously bucked your hips up into his mouth. He seemed to be pleased by your response and responded by sucking your clit hard, making you moan out loud.

“Oh, fuck, Ricky. Baby, that feels amazing,”

He kept up his assault on your swollen bud and placed another finger inside you, pumping and curling his digits against the spongy inner sweet spot of your throbbing cunt. You felt dizzy from the work he was doing to you and you closed your eyes in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself. He moaned as he worked his magic, loving the response you were giving him. It wasn’t long before you felt that familiar coil tightening inside you.

“Fuck, Ricky. You’re gonna make me cum.”

He moaned louder against your clit, sucking and fingering you like his life depended on it.

“Oh my god! Fuck…” you trailed off, gearing toward an orgasm.

Soon, the coil snapped, and you felt yourself arching into his mouth and letting out loud exclamations of ecstasy. You came for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, your body settled and you opened your eyes to the sight of Ricky undoing his jeans and removing the rest of his clothing. Your eyes never left one another, not even once his cock was free. You were so in love with this man and you were swimming in the post orgasm bliss that melded with it. You couldn’t look anywhere other than his beautiful face.

Ricky positioned himself between your legs once more, laying on top of you, just barely hovering above the surface of your skin. You could practically feel an electric charge rippling between your two bodies.

He looked deep in your eyes and asked, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah…” you replied softly, still shaken by the orgasm you had just experienced.

Without breaking eye contact, you felt him position the head of his cock at your soaking entrance. He rubbed it back and forth, gazing into you, gauging your reaction. You bit your lip and waited for him to cross the threshold. When he did, your jaw slacked and you closed your eyes once more. You heard him groan as he slid the full length of his member inside of you. He stopped for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the new fit.

You opened your eyes to see him staring back at you, a loving expression in his gaze. He brushed the side of your face with one hand and gripped your waist with the other.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he said earnestly.

You smiled a sweet smile back at him, “I love you, too.”

With that, he slowly began to rock his hips. You moaned at the newfound friction. You felt completely filled up by this man, loving every second of it. Your gaze met his once more and you felt completely overwhelmed by the romantic and lustful feelings you were experiencing. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper. He moaned and shut his eyes in response. You fought to keep your eyes open as he quickened his pace, wanting to watch the satisfyingly beautiful expression on his face as he made love to you.

Both of your moans filled the room as things escalated. Ricky’s hips now snapping more harshly into yours, eliciting sharp cries from you which he reciprocated. He must have been worried about the guys outside hearing the two of you, as he cut off one particularly loud moan by sealing your lips together once again. You grasped at his back, all four limbs wrapped around him as he fucked you, kissing and soaking in each other’s bodies.

This continued for a few minutes more, increasing in intensity before the two of you came close to your breaking points. Neither no longer caring about who heard what as his lips detached from yours and you openly, wantonly moaned against one another. He lifted your hips lightly off the bench and fucked into you with reckless abandon. You couldn’t help the cry that escaped your lips.

“Fuck, Ricky! Holy shit, that feels sooo good,” you whimpered.

He moaned in response, “Yeah? You gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?”

“Yes…” you whined, almost pathetically.

“Yeah? You want me to make you cum again?” he teased before dipping a hand down to rub your clit as he fucked you.

“Oh! Oh my god yes, Ricky. Please, baby.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, snapping his eyes shut.

He picked up the pace even more and soon you were seeing stars.

“Oh! Fuck!” you moaned, having your second orgasm of the night, “Ricky, baby… Fuck!”

That was enough for him to come undone as well. He gripped your hip harshly in his hand and fucked into you roughly as he moaned his own orgasm. Both your cries filling the room and forever sticking in your head. You would remember this night for the rest of your life.

Eventually, Ricky stopped completely as you both composed yourself to the best of your ability, “Fuck, baby, that was amazing,” he breathed out.

“That was fucking incredible,” you managed to slip out, your breathing ragged.

He climbed off of you and scooted you over so that he could lay next to you and hold you in his arms, “I really do love you, you know?”

You smiled sweetly at him, “I really love you too, Rick.

He smiled back and kissed you gently. You lay like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s company and the softness in your lips. You were content to stay like that the rest of the night. You felt his hand rubbing gentle circles into the small of your back as he kissed you. 

Finally, he broke the kiss, “You know what I just thought of?”

“What?” you asked.

“Those guys have been out there this whole time. They probably know what we were doing.”

“Can they hear us this far back? Isn’t the generator loud enough to cover it up?”

“Yeah, but we’ve been back here for awhile, and they sort of know that I was planning to tell you how I felt tonight.”

You were shocked, “They know how you feel about me?”

“Oh yeah, they’ve been giving me shit about it for weeks. I think they’ll just be relieved that I finally did something about it instead of just bitching about it all the time.”

You chuckled, “So you mean this whole time, I’ve been madly in love with you and pining from afar, and there were several people who could have ended my suffering?”

Ricky laughed as well, “I mean, technically, yeah, but I swore them to secrecy. I wanted to be the one to tell you.”

“Well, I’m glad you did,” you smiled, “It’s much better coming from you.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, sweetheart,” he began before kissing you again, surely trying to lead up to round two of the night.

You were more than game for another romp with him. You would let this man do whatever he wanted to you, hopefully for the rest of your life.

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x Female Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, rough sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3.3k

Darius gets jealous and wants to show his girlfriend who she belongs to. Smut ensues.

You slammed the car door shut, making your way up the driveway to the front door, your boyfriend, Darius, close behind.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I don’t know why you were flirting with him all night,” he called after you.

Your pace quickened as you approached the door, “For the hundredth time, I wasn’t flirting with him!”

“It sure seemed like it! And you seemed to be enjoying it too,” he replied as you unlocked the door and made your way inside.

You walked through the threshold, making your way to the living room where you sat your purse down on the coffee table, “Oh my god, Darius, this is insane! Why would I flirt with him? I love you, remember? I’m with you. I don’t want anybody else. We were just talking and he was a cool guy! Sorry, if I was enthusiastically reciprocating a conversation with someone I found interesting. That doesn’t mean I want to suck his cock!”

He was close behind you, still intent on an argument, “I get all that, but you guys just seemed a little too friendly for my liking.”

“Oh my god!” you began as you headed toward the bedroom, “I’m sorry for being a friendly person. I’m sorry if you felt jealous and insecure because I was having a polite conversation at a wedding of all places. It’s not my fault that you’re reading into shit that isn’t there.”

His pace matched yours and soon he was standing in the doorway of the bedroom you shared as you stood in front of your dresser, taking off the jewelry you had worn for the occasion. You still hadn’t bothered to look at him, feeling your anger rising. You were about to start ignoring him completely, finding the entire matter ridiculous and insulting. As if you could ever want someone else.

“Hey! I am not jealous and insecure, I just don’t like watching my girlfriend get along so well with another guy.”

“Oh, for fucks sake!” you shouted, “So I can never have male friends? Is that it?”

“No, of course you can. I just don’t think you need to have friends like THAT.”

You finally turned to look at him, “Like what?”

He paused, “Like, I don’t know. Just like that! The way you were smiling at him and giggling and shit. I don’t like it.”

“So, I’m not supposed to laugh when I find something funny? Should I have just told him that I liked his joke but my boyfriend has strict rules about my public behavior? Is that it?”

Darius groaned, “You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t think I do. You keep insisting that I was playing into some bullshit game, like I was deliberately trying to hurt you, like I would ever do that, and no matter what I say, you won’t believe me.”

“I don’t think you were trying to hurt me,” he began, “But it still did anyway. How would you feel if I did that to you?”

You walked over to the closet, taking your high heeled shoes off and placing them in their designated spot, “I wouldn’t like it if you flirted with some other girl, of course, but I know I don’t have to worry about that. Just like you don’t have to worry about that with me!”

“I did today.”

You threw your head back, closing your eyes, “Oh my god, Darius! This is fucking stupid! I don’t want that guy! I don’t want any other guy! I know who I belong to, and I’m happy that way, okay? Fuck!”

You turned to face your boyfriend, seeing him still standing in the doorframe, arms crossed. For a moment, he said nothing, just stared. There was something different about the way he was looking at you now. He still seemed upset and angry, but there was a flash of something else in his gaze.

He slowly began to walk toward you, “You know who you belong to?”

“Yes, Darius. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I’m in love with you and I’m yours. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

He closed in on you, backing you up against the wall, “You’re mine?”

“Yes.”

He placed his hands on your hips and shoved you backward until you made forceful contact with the wall behind you. His grip remained, pinning you. He leaned his head down toward you, a serious expression on his face.

“You say you’re mine, but I think you may have forgotten. Do I need to remind you?” he said as his hands gripped tighter around your waist, wrinkling the fabric of your dress.

You met his gaze, still angry and unwilling to back down, “Darius. I’m. Yours. How many times do I have to say it?”

He looked at you intently, eyes piercing through you, “I want to hear it again. I want to hear you scream it so there’s no doubt in my mind.”

You recognized that tone of voice, that look in his eyes. You felt your heart rate increase and your breathing become labored. You were still angry, still insulted that he could think you would do something like this. You didn’t want to give in to him. To give him exactly what he wanted, but he was so close to you. His body nearly pressed against yours, the smell of his cologne, the eye contact, and his undeniably sexy voice becoming more stern. It roused something within you. You had more and more trouble standing your ground when he was so enticing.

“Darius,” you said hesitantly, feeling your resolve weaken, “Baby, I’m yours.”

He continued looking into your eyes, completely serious as he said, “That’s not good enough. I need you to convince me.”

Before you could form a response, his lips were on yours. The kiss was forceful and deliberate. He was trying to claim you. He was angry, and you knew what was in store for you. As upset as you were with him, you couldn’t deny the feelings washing over you. The shiver down your spine as he worked his lips over yours, almost demanding you kiss him back. You fought against your better judgment, knowing you should push him off of you and take some time apart to let things simmer. Maybe go take a shower and wash this day off. Anything to put some distance between the two of you, but your body was betraying you.

You slowly reciprocated the kiss, feeling yourself begin to lose track of any thought of an argument, or pretty much anything else. You were being swept up by this man. This man that you should be angrier with, that you should refuse, but that you couldn’t deny. He was the sexiest man you’d ever known and his touch was electrifying, even when you were pissed off. You hated to indulge him, to let him have his way and think that his behavior was acceptable, but his soft lips on yours had your head spinning so fast you couldn’t latch onto a single thought no matter how hard you tried. You lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck, but he caught them before you could achieve your goal. Without breaking the kiss, he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head against the wall. He used one hand to secure them both, then moved his other hand back to your waist, ensuring you couldn’t move.

He broke the kiss, “Open your fucking mouth.”

You did what you were told and suddenly felt his tongue enter you, sliding furiously against your own. His grip on your wrists and waist tightening to a point of slight pain. He kissed you for a moment longer then pulled away completely, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“I’m gonna show you just who the fuck you belong to.”

Before you could process exactly what he’d said, he was using one leg to spread yours open. With his hand on your waist, he gripped the fabric of your dress and pushed it up over your hips, exposing your panties to him. He then took the opportunity to press his knee against your clothed genitals. Slowly rubbing you through the garment.

You felt your breathing hitch and quicken as he worked on you, eyes still piercing into yours. You fought the urge to moan, still angry enough to deny him exactly what he was looking for. But, that all changed when he replaced his knee with the hand that had been on your waist. His touch was not gentle. He rubbed you hard through your underwear, even making small circles where he knew your clit would be. This time, you did moan. A small, quiet moan, but enough to rouse him.

“This is mine. Do you understand?” he said.

Your voice began to shake, “Yes.”

He slipped his hand into your panties and began working on your clit with no barrier. You felt your knees start to buckle, suddenly grateful that he was still pinning your hands to the wall, ensuring your position.

He quickened his pace, “I don’t think you do. I think I need to show you some more.”

His hand left your clit, leaving you aching. Before you could protest, he was swiftly pulling your panties down until they fell to your feet. You stepped out of them, leaving you completely exposed from the waist down. He once again used his leg to force yours open. Wasting no time, his hand was immediately back to your pussy. This time, tracing the wet slit with his finger. The feeling made you shiver, and you know he noticed. Without saying a word, he slipped his finger inside of you. Your back arched into him as the sensation of him violating you made its way through your body. He forced another finger inside, slowly stretching you out, his eyes never leaving yours.

He pumped and curled his fingers inside, increasing the wetness that had begun pouring onto his hand. His movements becoming harsher, creating a squelching sound as he fucked you with his digits. You closed your eyes and let out the softest moans.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, “Look at me as I take what’s mine.”

You complied, seeing the arousal in his gaze. It made you weak. Suddenly forgetting why you were supposed to be upset with him, and dying for more. You leaned your hips forward, pressing into him, fucking yourself on his hand, never breaking eye contact.

His lips parted and you could tell he was becoming increasingly aroused by your movements, “No, baby. I’m in charge now.”

He quickly pulled his fingers out of your dripping pussy and brought them to your lips. He traced the skin with his wet fingers before pushing them inside, forcing you to taste yourself. You moaned softly as you started gently sucking his fingers, tasting your arousal. Before you knew it, he was pulling his fingers out of your mouth and using the same hand to wrap it around your throat.

You gasped slightly, feeling his hand closing around your throat, squeezing hard enough to cause your breathing to falter. His hand still wrapped around your wrists, squeezing in unison. His lips crashed against yours again, wasting no time in sliding his tongue back in to taste you. He loved tasting your pussy from your own mouth. His grip on your neck increasing so much that you thought he may cut off your breathing entirely.

Just as you were about to protest, he pulled his lips away and his hand left your neck and wrists. Breathing returning once more, you panted as you watched him undo the buckle of his belt. Your eyes transfixed on his tattooed hands pulling the item through the loops of his pants and off his body completely. You had begun to pull yourself away from the wall when he wrapped the belt around your throat, closing the loop against your skin, and once again, limiting your breathing.

He pulled you forward and led you to the side of the bed you shared. Without saying a word, he roughly pushed you so that you were bent over the edge of the furniture. He pushed the fabric of your dress back over your waist again, then pulled on the belt around your neck. You thought he might break your neck for a moment from the force of his pull.

You had no time to be concerned with your neck, as he soon smacked your ass so hard you were sure it had split the skin. You moaned out loud from pleasure and pain. He did it again. And again. And again. The skin on your behind stinging as he smacked and pulled the belt. This man was not in the mood to be romantic with you. You knew he meant it when he said he was going to show you who you belonged to.

He switched between spanking you and roughly kneading the flesh of your ass. Grabbing so hard, you knew he was adding to the bruises that were surely already there. He stopped for a moment and you were about to ask why, before you heard the zipper of his pants. You knew he was done making a show of things. That now he would truly claim you. You were more than ready.

You felt the tip of his cock rubbing against your entrance. You would have moaned, but Darius was pulling on the belt again, cutting off most of your circulation. Before you could register what was happening, he roughly slammed his cock into you. You would have buried your face into the bed had he not been holding your neck up. You heard him moan loudly from the contact.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “Oh, fuck.”

He wasted no time quickly thrusting into you. There was no warm up. No gentleness. He was fucking you. Truly fucking you. He gripped your waist with his free hand to better pound into your throbbing cunt, still pulling on the belt. You moaned in wanton lust, loving every feeling of being dominated by this man. He was right. You were his.

“You’re mine,” he growled, “Do you understand? All mine.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head from the tone of his voice and you moaned, “I’m yours, Darius. Fuck, I’m yours.”

He moaned louder, “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” you managed to slip out.

“You can do better than that,” he said as he once again slapped your ass, then proceeded to fuck you even more roughly.

“Oh!” you shouted at the contact, “Oh my god, Darius, I’m yours. I’m all yours, baby. Fuck!”

He growled louder, “Yeah? You remember who you belong to now, baby? You know that only I get to fuck you like this?”

“Yes,” you whined.

“Say it,” he practically barked at you.

You arched your back, feeling the familiar tightness in your pussy, “Only you get to fuck me, Darius.”

“Tell me you belong to me,” he said as he pulled the belt tighter, forcing you to look upward.

You were getting close. The sensation of his cock inside you only exacerbated by the possessiveness in his words.

“I belong to you, baby. Oh, fuck. Only you, Darius.”

He moaned loudly, “That’s my good girl. MY good girl.”

He pushed down on your lower back, forcing it against the bed, still not releasing his grip on your throat. The new angle causing even more access to your cunt. He slammed into you with as much force as he could muster, causing you both to cry out.

“Oh, fuck! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum,” you shouted, filling the mostly quiet room with your screams.

His moans echoed yours and you knew he was close too, “Fuck, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you. Cum inside that pretty pussy so you know it’s mine.”

Your eyes rolled back once more and your mouth gaped. Your orgasm bubbling up and threatening to rip through you at any moment. You felt your legs begin to shake and you knew you were done for.

You let out a series of whimpers and Darius knew you were about to come undone, “Cum for me baby. Be my good girl, and cum all over my cock.”

Somehow, he managed to fuck you even harder and you were done. You moaned and screamed and writhed as you felt the liquid pouring out between your legs.

“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that. Fuck,” he moaned, a hint of desperation in his voice.

You were still cumming when you felt the belt around your neck and his hand on your hip both begin to tighten, “Shit. You sound so fucking hot when you cum, baby. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum too. I’m-”

He never finished his sentence. Instead, he was gripping onto you for dear life, hunching over you, pouring his cum deep inside, as promised. He moaned loudly. More of a growl than anything. You could tell he had cum hard. His moans a bit more prolonged than they usually were when he finished. You both felt your orgasms taper off at the same time.

Eventually, he loosened the belt around your throat and pulled it over your head, throwing it to the floor. You inhaled deeply, feeling your head spinning from the orgasm and the returning flow of oxygen. Your head fell forward to the bed as you attempted to collect yourself. You shivered at the feeling of him pulling himself out of you completely.

No one said anything. He gently pulled you up until you were standing before him. Your back flush against his chest. You could still feel his huge, hard cock pressed up against you. His hand wrapped around your waist as he placed a small kiss against the side of your neck. The spot tender from the belt.

He breathed deeply against you, “I love you, baby.”

You closed your eyes, leaning your head back into his chest, “I love you, too.”

His hand softly rubbed against your stomach, “Are we okay?”

You turned to face him, “Yes, we’re okay. But please know that I really am yours. I didn’t mean to hurt you today, but you need to trust me, okay?”

“I know. I’m sorry if I overreacted, sweetheart. I just love you so much. The thought of you wanting someone else just fucking breaks me.”

You stood on your tiptoes, and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, “I know, baby. I promise you, there’s no one I want besides you. Okay?”

He smiled, finally convinced, “Okay.”

You pulled back, “Good. Now that we’re done with this, I’m finally gonna go take a shower. So hands off for just a little while, alright?”

He laughed, “Alright. I can behave. For a little while, anyway. I can’t promise I’ll behave later, though.”

You grinned, “That’s fine. But maybe not quite as rough next time. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I’m afraid you’ll leave marks if we do this again.”

His eyes glanced down to your neck, “Baby, you already have marks.”

“I do?” you asked as you turned to face the standing mirror in your bedroom, “Oh. I do. Well, I guess they can serve as a reminder of who I belong to.”

Darius smiled, “I guess they can, but I think you could always use more of a reminder.”

You smirked and raised an eyebrow, “Oh, I could? Like what?”

He returned your smirk then scooped you up into his arms, “Well, let me join you in the shower and I’ll show you.”

You giggled, “Okay. But this time, you’re gonna tell me that you’re mine.”

“Deal,” he replied as he carried you off into the bathroom.

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x Female Reader

Warnings: General Smut, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 2.8k

I'm not gonna sugar coat this, it's a slightly romantic, smutty fic. If you're not down with smut, you might wanna leave.

It was the middle of the night. You had been asleep for a few hours when you felt the blanket being lifted up and the bed shift next to you. Slowly, you turned and opened your eyes, adjusting to the slightest bit of light coming in from the window. You could faintly make out the shape of your boyfriend getting settled in next to you.

“Darius? What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t gonna be back until morning?”

“Sorry, babe. Didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

You slid closer to him, “No, it’s fine. I’m glad you’re here. I’m just confused.”

He put an arm around you as you rested your head on his chest, “We got an earlier flight, but I guess I forgot to let you know. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m so happy you’re home,” you yawned before placing a small kiss on his bare chest.

“Me too. I missed you,” he said as he slowly stroked one hand along your back.

You hummed at the feeling, “I missed you too. How was the tour?”

He rested his hand on your hip, “It was great. We played some of our best shows yet. I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”

He yawned, barely brushing his fingertips along your waist. His touch could be so soft. It surprised you early in the relationship when you discovered just how gentle he could be. He was so aggressive in his music and even slightly in his personality. Of course, he was definitely rough with you when the situation called for it, and it often did, but even still, he could be soft and romantic and loving with you. Only you.

You soaked in the sensation of his big, tattooed hand tracing lightly against your hip, sighing into the softness of his chest hair, “I don’t wanna wait until morning. I want to hear about it now.”

He yawned again, “Babe, it’s so late and I already woke you up. Can’t it wait?”

“Darius, we’ve been apart for weeks. I don’t want to go back to sleep. I want to stay up for a while with you. It feels like an eternity since we last spent time together.”

He chuckled, “I know. I want to spend time with you too, but you really should get some sleep.”

“Please? We can do whatever you want and sleep in a little late in the morning. Let’s be together for just a little while, and I promise I’ll go back to sleep and we can save the rest for tomorrow.”

He laughed, a little louder this time, “You know you shouldn’t say things like that to me.”

“What? Why?” you asked.

You felt his fingers dip under the loose t-shirt you’d been sleeping in. His fingertips now slowly stroking the soft skin of your flesh.

“Because, if you say we can do whatever I want, I think you know where that leads.”

You grinned in the darkness. You should have known his mind would wander to that. He had a pretty healthy sexual appetite and he seemed almost insatiable for you. You couldn’t count how many times a seemingly innocent conversation or interaction with him had led to you, naked and folded into various positions.

Suddenly, you realized just how long it had been and how much your body had missed him. The feeling on your hip started to tingle under his touch. You were starting to have more of an interest in touching him than talking to him. You were happy to let him have his way, yet again.

“Oh, yeah?” you asked coyly, “Where is this leading?”

He slid his hand further up your shirt, grazing the skin of your ribs, “You know where this is going, baby.”

You slowly trailed your hand from his chest down to the hem of his boxer briefs, “Nope. I don’t think I do. Maybe you should tell me. Or show me.”

Without saying a word, he lightly grabbed your hand and pushed it further down, until you were brushing your hand over his clothed cock. He wasn’t hard yet, but with the way he was moving your hand back and forth against him, you knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Weeks apart, and you still wanna tease me. Why do you like torturing me, baby?” he sighed, still moving your hand.

You giggled, “Because it’s fun.”

“It’s not fun for me.”

“Yes, it is. You love it.”

He groaned softly as his cock started to harden, “Okay, maybe I don’t hate it.”

You giggled again, taking control with your hand and rubbing him a bit more forcefully, “See? You do like it.”

“I’d like it even more if you stopped toying with me and just touched me,” he replied.

You kissed his chest again, dipping your hand into his briefs, “Okay, baby.”

You grabbed his cock in your hand and gave it a light squeeze, making him hiss. Pulling him out of his underwear, struggling to wrap your entire hand around him. He was big, and he knew it. He could be pretty cocky about it sometimes, but it kind of turned you on. You knew this huge cock was only for you, and if he wanted to brag about it a little while he fucked you, who were you to complain?

You slowly pumped your hand up and down his shaft, eliciting a few small groans from him, “Fuck, I missed you baby. I missed you so much.”

“Then show me,” you challenged.

He groaned once more before taking your hand off of him, then quickly pulling his underwear off his body leaving him completely naked. He then leaned over to the bedside table and flipped on a small lamp, further illuminating the room with a faint glow.

“You know I like to see you, sweetheart. Especially after all this time apart.”

You smiled at him, “I love seeing you like this. You’re so fucking hot, Darius.”

You knew that would get him. He loved hearing you say his name, especially in this context. He wasted no time in climbing over you, softly pushing you onto your back and nestling himself between your legs.

“Angel, you’re the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen,” he said before dipping down to give you a slow, deliberate kiss.

You closed your eyes and felt your body simultaneously sink into the mattress under his weight and somehow float upward into him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and threading your fingers in his hair, you kissed him back with the same passion and intensity he was showing you. You could kiss this man’s soft, plump lips for hours, and you had on many occasions. He was your kryptonite, everything about him, but those lips had a way of making you come undone.

You sighed into his kiss and he moaned back, he knew the effect he had on you, because you had the same on him. It drove him wild to know how turned on by him you always were. He parted his lips and softly licked along your bottom lip, as if asking permission to slip it into your mouth. You happily obliged, opening your mouth just enough for him to push his tongue inside. You met his tongue with yours and languidly rolled them together. Tightening your fingers in his hair, you began kissing him with more vigor. You could feel yourself starting to get wet.

As if he somehow knew, he pulled away and sat back on his knees, towering over you.

“I need to see you, baby,” he said as he began removing your shirt, leaving you in nothing but panties.

Your nipples were hard and panties soaked from the way he was looking at you. Eyes staring straight at your breasts. You felt vulnerable and exposed in the best way, loving the way he stared at your semi nude body.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I don’t think I realized just how much I missed you,” he groaned.

You smiled sweetly at him, “Well, you’re home now. You don’t have to miss anything.”

You watched his eyes as you slowly pulled down your panties, exposing yourself to him. His gaze followed your movements as he licked his lips, watching you remove the garment completely. You lay naked beneath him and spread your legs as wide as you could, ensuring he got a proper view of your glistening sex.

“Fuck,” was all he said before he leaned back into you and kissed you hard.

He was done messing around. He needed to touch you. To taste you. Fuck you. He continued kissing you with direct fervor as one of his hands snaked over to your exposed breast. Grabbing it, he began to knead it in the palm of his hand, never breaking the kiss. He pinched your nipple softly and moaned when you gasped against his lips. He knew how to make you want him. To break you. He knew your body almost as well as you did.

He continued squeezing your breast as he trailed soft kisses across the side of your face and down to your neck. He kissed the spot behind the hollow of your ear and you let out a little moan. He kissed it again and again. Each time, a little harder than the last. He dipped out his tongue and lightly licked the skin of your throat. You wrapped your fingers in his hair once again and closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of him. He began sucking on your neck, probably trying to leave marks. He loved hickies and bruises and bitemarks. He liked knowing you were his and he was yours.

You moaned at the tightness you began feeling between your legs. His mouth doing wonders on your throat. Eventually, he started kissing your neck again before trailing down your collarbone and down to the same breast he had been kneading. His mouth made contact with your nipple and you shivered. He flicked the bud with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He sucked hard, as if determined to elicit a reaction from you. It worked. You practically pulled at his hair from the sensation of him biting down on your nipple. You thought he might bite it off, but you still wanted him to bite harder. 

After his assault on your breast, he kissed across your chest, stopping to place a long, sweet kiss over your heart, before doing the same to the other one. You were getting dizzy from what he was doing and he’d barely done anything. He had so much power over you, but you knew that you had the same effect on him. This would be his turn. His turn to be in control, to dominate, to make your head swim. You’d take charge in the morning.

After sucking on your breasts, he began kissing down your body. Trailing his lips along your stomach, over your pubic bone and to the top of your mound. He wasted no time furthering his journey, and soon he was kissing your pussy. You gasped at the feeling of his lips on your aching cunt. He’d barely kissed it and you were already feeling feral.

“Darius, please…”

“Okay, baby,” he said quietly.

He parted your folds with his tongue and began giving slow, soft licks to your swollen clit.

“Oh, my god…” you began as he quickened his pace, “Darius that feels so fucking good.”

He responded by sucking on it, causing you to gasp even louder and let out a moan, “Oh, fuck. Shit.”

He continued his assault on your clit, moaning into it as he ate for dear life. You could tell he had started touching himself while he pleasured you. You knew he wouldn’t last long. He’d be inside you in no time.

Your moans picked up the more he gave you, including slipping a finger inside. You felt his finger curl, hitting that sweet spot. The sensation was overwhelming. You felt like you could cum at any moment.

Your moans grew louder, then turned to whimpers, “Darius, please, baby. Please fuck me. I need you so badly. Fuck.”

He groaned into your pussy before stopping completely. You almost protested at the lack of contact before realizing that he was positioning himself between your legs. You could see his cock looking angry and leaking precum. He needed you as badly as you needed him. Without wasting time, he lined his cock up with your entrance and slowly pushed inside.

“Oh, fuck…” he groaned, shutting his eyes and leaning his head up to the ceiling, “Fuck, I need you so bad, sweetheart.”

You whined, as if begging him to start fucking you. He gladly took the hint and began slowly thrusting himself in and out. His eyes closed in pure focus. You arched your back and pushed your cunt into him, wrapping your arms around his back. You were determined to be properly fucked by this man. He opened his eyes and met yours.

“That’s my good girl. You know what I like.”

You moaned unabashedly, loving the pet name he called you in times like these.

“Such a good girl,” he groaned while quickening his pace.

You threw your head back and shut your eyes, relishing every moment and feeling this man was giving you, just like always. The friction in your cunt causing waves of pleasure to spill out. He pulled your chin down to face him. His pupils blown wide from lust as he leaned into you and crashed his lips into yours again. Swallowing each other’s moans, he kissed you with less finesse and more urgency, dying to make as much contact with you as he could.

His kisses traced the line of your jaw before stopping at your ear, “You like this baby?”

“Yeah…” you whined.

“Yeah? Does it feel good?”

You moaned again, “God, yes.”

He reached down and lifted one of your legs, pinning your knee near the side of your head, “Yeah? How ‘bout now?”

“Oh!” you practically shouted, “Fuck yes, that feels so fucking good, Darius.”

He groaned, if not growled, directly into your ear. The sound shooting straight to your throbbing pussy.

Quickening his pace, he kept toying with you, “You always feel so fucking good, baby. Fuck. So tight and wet just for me. I’m gonna cum so hard inside you.”

“Oh, my god. Fuck,” you responded, words beginning to escape you.

He could tell by the way you moaned and the way your body was tightening around him that you wouldn’t last much longer. He fucked you harder, slamming his cock into you. You were sure he’d leave bruises on your pelvic bone. He stuck his tongue in your ear and you let out a loud moan. He, once again, growled into your ear, this time louder and more animalistic. He couldn’t take much more either and he pulled himself up and now pushed your other leg back to replicate the other. Both knees on either side of your head and he was plunging into you with ferocity and desperation.

“Shit, baby,” he whined as your moans grew louder, practically screaming.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes once more, feeling yourself getting close, “Fuck, Darius. Oh my god, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

As if on cue, he grabbed your chin again, forcing you to meet his gaze, “Look at me, angel. I wanna look in those pretty eyes when you cum.”

That was all it took. Soon, you were coming undone beneath him.

“Darius! Oh! Fuck!” you shouted, convulsing under him, struggling to keep your eyes locked onto his.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, also having difficulty keeping his eyes open.

You were still in the midst of an orgasm when Darius exclaimed, and you knew he was cumming inside of you. Both of you, moaning and writhing. Eventually, his thrusts slowed, then stopped. You were shaking and trying to catch your breath when he gently lowered your legs back down onto the bed. Then came the part you both hated, he pulled out of you. You whimpered at the empty feeling you felt once he was completely outside. He, too, was a shaking mess struggling to regulate his breathing when he lazily lowered himself onto his back next to you.

“Shit, sweetheart. I REALLY missed that. You’re gonna have to start visiting me on tour because I don’t think I can go that long again without you,” he breathed.

You cuddled back into his chest like you had previously, “I would love that. I hate being apart so long.”

“I know, baby, we won’t make that mistake again. Now, you promised that we’d get some sleep.”

“I know. After that, I’m ready to sleep again, anyway.”

He wrapped his arm around you once more, “Good. We’ll talk in the morning. Love you.”

You yawned, “Love you too.”

“Goodnight, angel.”

“Goodnight, Darius.”