thinking about dex fucking you in a headlock... your back pressed to his big sweaty chest while he pistons in and out of you, hitting that spongy spot each time with scary precision. and you're drooling all over his bicep, whimpering and whining and leaving bite marks in your wake, just how he wants it. whole time he's grunting lowly in your ear and cooing at you when you moan too loud at his cock going too deep. "aww fuck, baby-" "thaaaats it sweet girl," "feels good, huh?" he'll talk you through the whole thing just like that. and when he finally pulses and spills hot inside you, he's pulling out and letting his cum drip out of you, releasing you from his grip and taking the time to admire all the little red marks adorning his bicep. "fuckin' artist" he'll shake his head and scoff a laugh, but he loves seeing his girl mark him up.
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⤷ warnings; f!reader, smut, spanking (r!receiving), pinv, doggy, smut w no plot, praise, teasing, rough sex, finger sucking
⤷ word count; 1.3k
a/n; ouu lawd i got carried away.. i missed writing longer smut
he had a long night at work, always does. there were too many patients who were snappy, probably from the lack of sleep. he was a nurse short and you were the only thing on his mind the whole time, every supervised trauma, every word or advice, every new patient you were all he could think of.
when he did get home, the loud slamming of the door woke you up. you were sprawled out in the couch, you fell asleep watching a movie but that’s irrelevant. “jack?” you called out, hoping to see an ounce of relaxation on his face, though you never do.
he walked in the living room with purpose, his shoulders higher than usual told you how tense he really was, the fact he didn’t greet you with a kiss and a lopsided smile confirmed it. he clearly had a bad shift.
“you okay?” you were cut off when he immediately kissed you, skipping the usual ‘hey baby’. you kissed back, gently grabbing the sides of his face to pull him closer. the kiss took you by surprise, he was rough and fast, like he had somewhere to be. his hand cupped your jaw while the other rested on your neck with light pressure.
you wanted to pull him away and tell him you weren’t going anywhere but he didn’t allow you the room to move away, or maybe you just really didn’t want to pull away. his stubble scratched at your cheeks as he continued to kiss you intensely.
you managed to pull away, placing your hands on his chest. “hey” you spoke gently, smiling up at him. he sat next to you, spreading his legs while patting his thighs. you tilt your head to the side curiously, he usually doesn’t ask for you to sit in his lap like this. “lay across my lap” he says sternly, surprising this is the first words he’s spoken to you since he’s been home. you breath once, then twice before crawling over him, laying your stomach on his thighs and arching slightly so your hip brushes against his stomach.
there was no point in fighting, pretending like you weren’t waiting all night for him to get home wouldn’t get you anywhere but the same place you are now.
he rubs the plush of your ass, pulling your panties tightly putting pressure exactly where you needed it. a sigh fell from your mouth as you pushed yourself further into his hands the best you could. he held your ass in place before bringing his hand down leaving your left cheek stinging. before you can take another breath, he slaps your right cheek, watching as it ripples with his touch. “mmph” you whimper into the back of your hand, doing your best to stay quiet. “let me hear you.” he commanded, rubbing at the spot he’d just hit.
clearly he was distracted by your ass because he spent a while groping the meat of your ass before his hand came down again, unexpectedly. “fuck” you mumbled, forcing your teeth into the skin of your hand. his movements stop before he grabs your hand, forcing it to your back to keep you in place. “i wanna hear you.” slap he smirks at the way you squirm into his touch.
there’s a few more slaps that echo around the room, your ass is red from his touch and you’re sure you’ll be able to feel him for the next few days. “please” you pout, arching your back to try and get his fingers against your slit “please jack”. at this point any concern for sounding desperate was beyond you.
he tuts, moving his hand further from where you want “please what? use your words” he pulls at your underwear again, making you clench around nothing, again. you try and steady your breathing before answering. “please fuck me” you whined, trying your best to be loud enough he could hear.
“yeah?” he coos, still playing with your ass, trying his best to ignore how painfully hard he was. “yes please” you whispered back. he stood up, disturbing you the least he could before unbuckling his belt with a clink, and taking off his pants. his prosthetic is leaned against the couch when he stands on his knees behind you, pumping his cock as he places his hand on your hip.
“you okay” he asks, he’s stressed, and he needs you; he needs relief right now- but if you weren’t okay that would be the least of his worries. “m’okay jack” you whispered, pushing your hips back so his cock was resting on the top of your ass.
his hand drags from your hip to your spine, pushing the top of your back further into the couch. his other hand pulls your panties to the side, exposing cold air to your clenching entrance, which is soon replaced by his tip. he slowly pushes in, pulling a string of whines from your lips.
the stretch is a relief after how much he’s teased you, his tip kissing your cervix as he bottoms out. “please move” you plead, moaning when he pulls out only to slam back in. “squeezing me so well honey” he grunts, pulling your hips back on his cock with a wet plap.
you wish you could form words and tell him how good you feel but all your senses are fuzzy and all you feel or think about is the way he’s filling you up. the noises you're making are pornographic, if it weren’t for thick walls your neighbors would be complaining by now.
“yes, fuck- yes jack” you don’t even know if you were thinking that, or actually saying it, jack really knows how to fuck you stupid. “you like that?” he teased, like you weren’t a whimpering pathetic mess for him. his hand makes its way to your clit drawing small circles onto the bud, your slick soon wetting his hand as he continues to ease you to your approaching orgasm.
every thrust makes your ass shake along with your thighs, his tip bruising your cervix, his grunts in sync with your moans. he couldn’t pretend like the way you clenched around him wasn’t driving him insane. the way you’re sucking him in, the way you sound, the way you look, from the curve of your back to the way your folds wrap around him.
“such a pretty girl” he growled, moving his hand from your hip, to your back down to your chin where he places his pointer and middle finger in your mouth. your tongue immediately softens under the pads of his fingers, lips wrapping around his fingers, moans muffled as spit begins to drip down his fingers.
“good girl, fuck” he continues to rut into you, finger still circling your clit when the tension building in your belly gets too unbearable. you're whining against his fingers, throat sore from the noises as you arch into his thrust for the most pressure before your orgasm approaches. you're clenching around him when you cum, teeth digging into his digits slightly, leaving a ring of cum around the base of his cock and indents into his fingers.
there’s only a few thrusts until he’s spurting his release into your walls, with a string of curses falling from his lips he leans onto you, pulling his fingers from your mouth to kiss you, trailing issues from your cheek to the back of your neck. “did so good baby, m’gonna get you cleaned up, okay?” he pecks your cheek when you nod, pulling out, then watching as his cum leaks from your hole, down your thighs. he pats your ass gently, and gets a towel to clean you up.
he’s careful to avoid where you're most sensitive and he takes a mental note to make sure he makes you put ice on your ass the next day.
a/n; you can't tell me he wouldn't randomly hand you an ice pack when he sees you avoiding to sit down the next day...
Sticking your tongue out makes masturbating feel better cause you’re really nothing more than a panting bitch in heat and it’s nice to acknowledge that
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omg size kink w ethan 1 bc that man is literally a giant + 2 bc your friends are always baffled on how the hell things even work with your size difference? i mean usually he’s much more submissive to you, which would surprise most people given his obvious physical advantage, but sometimes he does actually use that against you (esp when his emotions are high like when he’s just come back from a kill) bc he truly does let you be in control… until he doesn’t tehe🤭
a/n: how does you brain work this way omgggg!!! They have dorms in this one.
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﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆. ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭ size kink with Ethan Landry…
Ethan would never be the type of boyfriend to be dominant in your relationship, — not outside of bed, anyways — personally, he just found it more comfortable to let you lead him around, meanwhile, your friends found it funny, interesting, because… compared to Ethan, you were small, you often found yourself in situations where he towered over you, yet you can always order him around like a pup when you want him to and he’ll do it, and sure, they know how you two work, they just… don’t know how that would work in bed — it’s not that they were thinking about it…. It’s just that… Chad was hella drunk in that frat party and he couldn’t help but ask Ethan what everyone wanted to ask, and Ethan being.. well, Ethan, told his best friend right away even if he tried his best not to, he just prayed that Chad would forget it the next day.
Chad didn’t.
And maybe that’s why he told Mindy, that told Anika, that told Tara. After that, it’s like they started noticing little things he did that weren’t exactly submissive.
For example, if you’re walking in front of him, he’ll guide you with a hand on your lower back, sometimes, when he needs you to do something, he manhandles you, and if he’s especially stressed, he’ll hold you by the wrist instead of holding your hand. What hit the jackpot was when Mindy went to your dorm during a Saturday to do a project, a project you completely forgot, and that’s exactly how she found herself listening to your moans towards the door.
“P — Please, Ethan, slower..” you mewl, your hand reaching backwards to push on his pelvis, doesn’t last long, he pins it behind you right away.
“Shh, stay put, just fucking sit there and take it for a while, I know you can.” His thrusts are harsh and fast, one hand holds your head down while the other keeps wrapped around your wrist.
“What, you’re not gonna boss me around now?” He scoffs, it’s like he’s taking all the frustration of doing shit for you, on you, and he’s not kind or gentle the way he always is.
Honestly, Mindy thought Chad was bullshitting her, or that Ethan lied to her brother so he wouldn’t look bad, but now she doesn’t believe so, not when you sound like you’re getting murdered in there, whimpers so meek that she even finds it strange coming for your lips.
“Fuuuck, right there..” you moan into the pillow, your back arching in a pretty curve as you roll you eyes, Ethan makes sure he keeps his hands where you are, that his thrusts won’t slow down.
Mindy doesn’t spend any more time listening after that, she decides that this project you have to work on won’t happen today, so she just leaves.
“S — Shit, ‘m gonna cum, Ethan, I’m gonna —“ you gasp, he tugs on your hair, makes sure you can feel his fingers pulling on it as you finally find your release.
Next day, it doesn’t take more than two seconds of silence in the group for you both to start getting mocked.
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