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summary. in leon’s line of work as a contract killer, weaknesses weren’t an option. luckily, he’d eliminated his… all except for one.
warnings. fem!reader. au. nsfw, smut, fluff. hitman!leon, ex!leon, jealous!leon, re4!leon intended. discussion of murder, guns, bullets, etc. a loooot of blissful ignorance. porn with some plot. pet names. argument. oral sex (f!receiving), face sitting, missionary, unprotected p in v, creampie. wc. 5.3k
note. i tend to fuck up a nice “ex who is a raging munch” fic or two saurrrr this is basically my staple now :3
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Leon isn’t sure why he’s here.
He hasn’t ever bid on a target as sought after as the one that he has now acquired. The target was only described as someone who simply ‘knows too much’ about something they shouldn’t. Vague, he thinks, especially because they remained nameless, genderless, and description-less otherwise. It was odd, for sure, but it was the highest contract that he had ever come by.
As a matter of fact, he’s positive that it’s the highest contract that anyone in his position has ever seen, let alone signed. He’s sure that he’s ruffled a bit of feathers by taking on the job, especially considering that he was still considered fresh meat among the other hitmen that he was distantly familiar with.
Leon preferred to stay out of the unusual politics that came with the underground world, and that meant taking on the jobs that no one deemed urgent enough to complete.
(Plenty of drug dealers, a few sketchy nightclub owners, and an awful bunch of politicians who he is 99% sure put the bounty on their own heads to avoid the scandal that was unearthed about each of them no less than two weeks after they were found with bullets in their heads. He preferred those hits. All men, all guilty of something.)
Nevertheless, he finds himself here, perched on the rooftop of an upscale bar with his sniper rifle angled over the ledge. His scope was perfectly aligned with the entrance of the night club across the street, his right eye narrowed while the other was completely shut.
He sighs, tapping onto his earpiece to communicate with his teammate that was a few buildings over. Alexander.
(Alexander was a tech-nut. He was responsible for ensuring that the coast was clear, that there weren’t an abundance of cops in the area, and that security cameras of the establishment were looped continually in order to ensure that no one could suspect anything more than someone being at the wrong place at the wrong time.)
“Reread the target description that was left for me,” Leon quietly commands.
“Aaand what’s the magic word?”
He heavily sighs. For a job like this, he figured that working alone would be the best option, but with the more he learned, the more experience he gained, the people he met—he was proven wrong. A team works more efficiently than a single person, even if the other half of his current team was a bit… annoying.
“Don’t piss me off,” he huffs, shaking his head as he closes one eye to look through the scope again.
Leon can practically hear Alexander’s grin on the other end of the line as he speaks. “Alright, man, jeez. Your g-string must be a bit too tight tonight, but that’s alright, I’m in no place to judge you.”
Before the blonde can even react to that unsettling quip, Alexander continues speaking, only this time, he does what Leon asks of him. “Bounty, bounty, bounty… where is the darn thing? Oh yes, here it is. Okay, it says that the target will be wearing a blue button-up shirt, a black coat, and black slacks tonight…. and that’s it.”
Leon hums, mulling over the very few words that were left for him by the person who had posted the contract in the first place. He’d never killed someone based on the description of an outfit alone, but then again, he’s never gotten paid this much for sending a bullet through a random guy’s brain. He’ll take it.
“Thanks,” he mutters, turning off his ear piece to drown out the voice of the male on the other end.
It feels like hours pass by in which all he does is stare at the entrance, watching as each attendee leaves the establishment periodically. Each time he saw the color red, he’d perk up, only to find that they were wearing jeans, or they were wearing a white blazer, which only left him feeling more annoyed as time went on.
And then, the door opens. He can practically feel the air flee his lungs as he taps onto his earpiece out of instinct. A blue button-up shirt, a black coat, and black slacks.
“Ooh. Pretty. We guessed wrong, didn’t we?” Alexander speaks through the earpiece, which causes Leon to raise a brow.
“What’re you…” his voice trails. His blood runs cold, his palms begin to sweat, and his eyes blow wide. “Holy… fuck.”
“I know right? Not only is she a woman, but she’s miiiighty fine,” his teammate speaks, his voice oddly humorous for the given situation. A moment of silence passes, and Alexander continues to talk, but he can’t hear a damn word.
Leon freezes like a deer in headlights as he watches you emerge from the dim nightclub with a man’s arm slung around your shoulder, though that hardly taints how angelic you look tonight.
Your hair frames your face so beautifully, so soft and feminine. The tip of your nose was flushed given the crisp night air that you’ve just stepped into, your smile was side and toothy as you walked beside a man that he didn’t recognize.
You’re gorgeous, is all he can think right now. It’s the first time he’s seen you since the moment the two of you broke up six months ago, and you look even prettier than when he pictured you each night to fall asleep. He dreamt of you often, but his lovesick mind was no match for imagining the beauty that you possess.
Suddenly, Alexander’s voice pierced through his haze, bringing him back to the current scene. “Earth to Leon? I get it man, she’s pretty, very much so. I’d hit that too if she wasn’t gonna die in like… two secs.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” he hisses, his voice sounding just as venomous as he’d intended it to. “You aren’t going to lay a damn finger on her.”
“Woah, buddy. Big talk from the guy with a sniper aimed at her head.”
That is the moment in which everything clicks in the worst way imaginable.
It’s you. His target, the person who knows too much, the one who is supposed to die tonight—it’s you.
And then, he becomes acutely aware of the lines that are obstructing his view of you. His scope. The red dot in the center placed strategically on your temple, the bullet meant just for you waiting for a simple pull of a trigger.
Leon shudders, picking his head up. No. Absolutely not. Completing his task was not even a thought in his mind anymore, not if the target was you. His beautiful, sweet girl.
But he couldn’t leave the scene unscathed. It would raise suspicion, possibly even tie him to you in a way that you didn’t need. If he didn’t fulfill the obligation in some way, someone else would. He’d broken up with you to save you from all of this, and now, he’d unknowingly come here to make you familiar with his lifestyle in the worst way possible.
You were walking away, and it’s then that his trained eyes fall onto the man who has his arm draped over your shoulder in the way he used to all those months ago. His heart aches at the mere sight of you looking so happy in the company of another, but it gives him an idea.
Leon looks through the scope again, and within seconds, a loud gunshot rings through the air in the form of a thundering pop.
His jaw tenses as he hears screaming. They aren’t your screams though, because you’re not hit. They’re coming from the man you were with, because Leon has just lightly grazed his arm with a bullet.
He wasn’t insane. He wasn’t going to be killing anyone tonight, even if he desperately wanted to kick the living shit out of the man who is so close to you.
Well… was close to you. He isn’t anymore. Your date is writing on the ground all because of a flesh wound, and you’re standing above him with the most confused and concerned look on your face.
Leon can’t help but think that the man has no regard for you and your safety. For all this mystery man knows, more shots could be coming, and instead of trying to protect you, he’s rolling around on the concrete like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Such a man baby.
“What’re you waiting for? Holy fuck, uh… you still have the shot. Take the shot—”
Leon pulls the earpiece away, turning it off before she shoves it into his back pocket. He didn’t need to be scolded by anyone, let alone someone as useless as his teammate. He’d beat him bloody for how he had spoken about you if he weren’t already packing up his equipment to head over to your place.
He needs to check on you, first and foremost. He also needs to explain himself which was… going to be no easy feat, he supposes.
You don’t find your way home until about an hour later, keys jumbling about as you push it into the slot, twisting it with a tired hand.
To be shot at was not on your agenda for tonight, but being berated by your date for not reacting quick enough to help him evade a bullet you had no knowledge of was certainly not how you wanted to end your night either.
Annoyed, exhausted, and frustrated, you step into your apartment. When you begin to shrug off your coat, your body tenses. No. Fucking. Way.
“What the fuck?” you hiss, your voice rising in octave.
Leon stands from your couch, approaching you with his hands in the air, attempting to show you that he hadn’t come with malice. You knew he hadn't, but that didn’t mean you wanted to see him.
“Baby, it’s just me,” he says without thinking, the pet name slipping out before he could have a say in the matter.
“Yeah, I know it’s just you, that’s the problem!” you continue, hanging your coat up on the rack along with your purse. “Are you out of your damn mind? I—”
“Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “I am out of my mind, and you must be out of yours for still keeping your spare key under your doormat. I told you to move it years ago.”
Your brows knit together. “You little— you know what? I’m not even going to entertain that. How about this? You leave, and we forget this happened, yeah?”
“Can’t do that,” he tells you with a shrug, crossing his arms over his wide chest. “I need to talk to you.”
“Don’t do this, Leon, not tonight,” you huff, pinching your nose bridge. “I’m not in the mood, alright? I was—”
“Shot at?” he finishes your sentence. He immediately regrets it, pressing his lips into a line to keep himself from saying anything else.
Your demeanor falters at that. You tilt your head to the side, your eyes narrowing as you look at him from where he stands across the room. “How do you know that?”
He takes a moment to answer, his mouth opening without any words coming out. It spikes your frustration, so you speak again. “Damn it, Leon, how do you know that?”
Leon holds his hands up again, pleading his defense before he criminalizes himself entirely. “I was the one behind the gun, but it’s not what you think—”
Your jaw drops. “Not what I think? Not what I think? You tried to kill me!”
He shakes his head, his expression falling. “I didn’t, baby. I swear. Just let me explain, and—”
“You tried to shoot me in the damn neck!” you continue, your hand dramatically clasping into the side of your throat.
Leon closes his eyes for a moment, internally bracing himself for your outburst that he absolutely deserves. He opens them again, simply watching as you spew insults his way. He takes them without any hint of irritation.
“What the hell, Leon? Is that what you do now? You stalk your ex-girlfriend and try to kill her? Not only that, you missed. You missed! That’s almost fucking humorous, because how can you try to do something like that and then miss!”
Leon sighs, waiting for a moment to see if you try to continue, and when you don’t, he speaks instead. “I aimed for his arm, not your neck, or anywhere else that would endanger you—”
“Yeah, and you almost blew his arm off!” You’re more than aware that the statement was dramatic, but you don’t need to have any sense right now.
“It was a flesh wound, he’ll be just fine,” he tells you before he continues with what he was saying before. “And I wasn’t stalking you. Not knowingly, anyway. I would never hurt you. Not ever. Your date was just… collateral. I had no choice.”
He hopes that you don’t ask any more questions about that, because he won’t have any answers for you. It was for the better. All you knew was that his job wasn’t legal. It couldn’t have been, not with the copious amounts of money that rolled in while he hardly worked for half of the month.
The less you knew about what his line of work entailed, the safer you were. The further away you were from him, the safer you were. However, those last words now ring hollow.
“Look…” he whispers, taking a step towards you despite his brain screaming at him to leave. He couldn’t. Not when he was the only one who knew of your compromised position. “I know that much has changed between us. It’s my fault, I know it, but I can’t tell you anything more about my job, I just need you to—”
You need answers that you won’t be getting, and that sentiment alone makes you furious. When he gets too close, your hand moves to the leather harness that he has strapped around his broad chest, pulling a sharp-bladed knife from its sleeve. His eyes widen as you hold the blade up to him, his hands shooting up into the air yet again.
“You remember where I put my spare key, I remember where you keep your spare knife,” you taunt, the two of you standing so close now that he can feel the warmth of your breath on his face. “Guess we haven’t changed as much as you think.”
He huffs as the cool blade grazes his clothed chest, the metal so close that it nearly pierces his skin. Even then, you ensure that it doesn’t. It’s almost touching how you press such a sharp object to his heart of all places, he thinks.
Your situation is far more complicated than the both of you can handle right now. You have unresolved issues with each other, and that alone must be addressed before you can even begin to scratch the surface of the threats that now face the two of you.
“I still think you’re sexy when you’re mean to me,” he whispers, tilting his head to the side. “That hasn’t changed either.”
Was it the time for his flirtatious performance? Certainly not, but you were putting on a little performance of your own just the same.
You scoff, narrowing your eyes. “You’re disgusting.”
Leon shakes his head, his eyes narrowing just as yours did. “Disgusting? Oh, don’t romance me.”
“I’m not romancing you,” you huff with an eye roll. Your grip on the knife only tightens, but you have no real intention of using it. “I’m threatening you.”
He hardly finds you to be threatening. He’d liken you to an angry cat, but he wouldn’t dare voice that out loud. He’s letting you have your moment, truth be told. “Mm, even better.”
His calloused hand moves to shadow yours, slowly lowering the knife that begged to pierce his pale skin. You let him, which only gives him more incentive to pull it away from your grasp entirely.
He tucks the knife back into his sheath, moving to unbuckle the harness entirely. “Now. Tell me, who was that guy?”
A random guy you met on Tinder. “My future husband.”
You’re just trying to get under his skin now, and judging by the look on his face, it’s working. He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks down at you, taking note of that smug grin that stretches over your lips.
He really just wants to fuck it right off you, but he doesn’t make that known. Not yet, anyway.
“Yeah?” he asks, tilting his head. “You gonna let him put a ring on that pretty finger of yours?”
No, you absolutely were not, but you’re enjoying this game. It’s what he deserves after scaring the shit out of you tonight. “Yeah, I am. Thinking about some baby names too, just for safekeeping.”
Leon doesn’t like the thought that you’ve just put in his head, not one bit. His hand finds your left one, bringing it up to his lips as he presses a kiss on your ring finger. “Huh. That’s what you want?”
You tilt your head, noticing how his lips linger on your hand for a moment too long. “You know what I don’t want? To be shot at.”
He hums, giving you a mocking frown. Of course he feels bad about that, but… you both know he hadn’t truly shot at you. Around you, yes, but not at you. His large hands find your waist, his fingers grasping onto the fabric of your shirt and slowly but surely, you find yourself being backed towards your couch.
“Answer my question,” he whispers, his voice now possessing a rasp that it didn’t have before.
You huff, willingly sitting on your couch, even though you’re doing your best to front as though you’re totally disinterested. “Why should I?”
He shrugs, his lips tugging down as he tilts his head. You watch with blown eyes as he kneels in front of you, his palms gliding over your thighs.
“‘Cause if that’s what you want, I’ll give it to you.”
You tilt your head, eyeing him quite intently as his fingers move to the button of your slacks. You shouldn’t be turned on, but you absolutely are, and the damp fabric of your panties that he’s about to see conveys that pretty well.
“Give me what?” you ask, grinning slightly.
“A ring, a baby… both, neither,” he replies, his fingers hooking beneath your waistband. “Lift your hips for me.”
When you do just that, his eyes raise to find yours. He has a crazed look in his eye, one that you’re all too familiar with. “Whatever you want, baby, I’ll give it to you,” he whispers, leaning in until his soft lips just barely brush against yours.
Your eyes close, and you could have sworn that he was going to kiss you. But he doesn’t. When you open your eyes, you find him grinning. The same shit-eating grin that you love and hate to no avail.
“You just have to say the words,” he whispers against your lips.
You roll your eyes, your hand reaching out to rest on the back of his neck. He was already impossibly close, so all you truly did was hold him there. “I want to kiss you.”
Leon smiles, nodding his head in agreement. “Mm, like I said. Whatever my lady wants, she gets.”
His lips find yours in a searing kiss, his calloused hands smoothing over the soft, exposed skin of your thighs. Your lips move together in a gentle manner at first, as though you were allowing yourselves to get familiar all over again, but you were both quick to realize that gentleness was the last thing you needed.
Your breathing grows ragged as one of his hands cups the back of your head, tilting you just enough so that his tongue could easily slip into your mouth. The kiss was sloppier, messier, much more desperate. It was perfect, in your humble opinion.
His trails kisses down your cheek, jaw, neck… just about anywhere he could as he begins his gradual descent. His hands palm at your breasts through your shirt, and without hesitation, his hands grasp onto the fabric and yank it open. Buttons go flying about your living room, but Leon doesn’t seem to care with the way his face pressed into your cleavage.
One of his hands snaked behind you to undo the clasp of your bra, and the moment he saw a nipple, his mouth was already distracted once again.
“Leon, that was my favorite shirt!” you scold, glancing down at him.
He looks up at you with hazed eyes, sucking the peak of your breast into his mouth before he releases it to reply to you. “Was it?” he asks, his reply lacking any care in the slightest.
You nod, narrowing your eyes at him, but your front doesn’t last long when his tongue swirls around your areola. He reaches into his back pocket, tossing his wallet beside you.
“Buy a new one, shit, buy anything you want,” he whispers against your skin, his hands grasping onto your waist. “Tits are so pretty, baby. I missed you.”
“Is that all you missed about me?” you ask, a huff of laughter leaving your lips while his trail down your stomach.
“Absolutely not, no,” he murmurs against your skin, his fingers hooking beneath the fabric of your panties. He looks at you as he pulls them down your legs, and he presses his warm lips to your inner calves and thighs as he makes his way towards you again. “Missed everything about you.”
You roll your eyes. “That’s corny—”
“Sh,” he tells you, holding one finger up while he uses his other hand to slip one into your sopping entrance. Your walls clench around him, which only forces a chuckle to leave his mouth. “Let her talk for a bit, yeah?”
He hardly gives you a moment to reply before his head dips, his tongue curling up to stimulate your clit before he sucks on it entirely. He unabashedly moans into your cunt, introducing another finger into your entrance simultaneously.
Your head falls back, your hand delving into his hair to hold him impossibly closer to you, even though he seriously would get closer if he could.
“Sweetest pussy,” he murmurs into your heat, his voice rumbling against your wet cunt that he continued to eat like he would die if he didn’t. “Do somethin’ for me?”
You pick your head up to look down at him, nodding without question. He opens his eyes to look at you in return, pressing a kiss onto your mound before he turns around so that his back is now pressed against the front of your couch, still sitting on the ground.
“Sit on my face,” he suggests, tipping his head back onto the couch cushion.
He reaches for your hand to pull you forward, and you pivot on your knee, your front facing the back of the couch. He lays a light smack on your ass before he pulls you down the rest of the way to make you sit on his face.
Your hand reaches down, clutching onto his hair yet again while you cry out in genuine bliss. His tongue softens as he gives you long, deep licks into your pussy, wanting to taste every inch of you on his tongue.
And when your hips start to rock, he seems to be even happier. Much more incentivized too. He lulls his tongue out of his mouth, flattening it to let you ride his face as you so pleased. You made a mess of his chin, his mouth, his nose—he hardly cares.
(In fact, he doesn’t care. Not one bit. You might even have to pay him to care.)
“Y-You know,” you whine, grasping a bit firmer onto his hair while your hips continue to roll on his tongue, “I’m still mad at you.”
He nods his head, which only stimulates your cunt even more. “Mm, yeah?”
It felt so good. Everything about this was absolutely ecstasy, you can feel your eyes pricking with tears from how stimulated you’re growing.
“Yeah,” you choke out, resting your palms on the back of the couch to brace yourself. “I’m really fucking mad.”
Leon can’t help but grin, his hands brushing along the plush of your thighs. “I’m not too sure, sweetheart. Not with you riding my face like you love me ‘n all.”
“Shut… shut the hell up,” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut as your movements begin to grow even more crazed the closer you get to your release. He was right, but that didn’t mean you had to admit that.
“Okay,” he complies, his eyes fluttering shut while he starts to greedily make out with your pussy, feeling the way you pulsate on his tongue. “Shuttin’ me up real nice with this pretty little pussy. Cum on my face too while you’re at it, pretty girl.”
Not nice enough, but you cry out anyway, your head falling while your legs tremble on either side of his head. “I… Leon, ‘m cumming,” you say through an airy moan.
His movements slow as yours do, his tongue eagerly reaping the benefits of its labor in the form of your sweet release. He lets out a content sigh, pressing a few sweet kisses on your inner thigh.
You slowly rise up from his face, and he turns around to face you again, licking his lips, not caring about the rest of your thin slick that coats his face. You chuckle, running your hand over his face to wipe it away.
“So…” he drawls, pressing a kiss to your palm. “You’re still mad at me? Tell me more.”
“Later,” you reply, hooking your finger into the loophole of his pants to pull him closer to you.
With a chuckle, Leon pulls his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aimlessly on the floor of your living room. He gently nudges you until you’re laying back on your couch, his hands then moving to undo his belt.
“Ah, I see,” he teases, pushing his pants and boxers down in one motion. He kicks them away before he settles in between your parted legs, his hand pumping his cock.
You raise your eyes from his cock to his eyes, and you give him the most weary expression alive. “I don’t think it’s gonna fit,” you say.
It’s been too long, you were certainly not used to his size anymore. Leon knew it just as well as you did, but he didn’t want to make you nervous by saying that.
His brows knit together as he leans down to kiss you, his fingers moving a bit lower to prod your entrance. “You flatter me,” he says against your lips, his head dipping a bit lower to kiss your neck. “No need to worry your pretty little head, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
You nod your head, one of your hands cupping the back of his head while the other rests on his strong shoulder. “Okay… yeah, okay.”
He nods too, moving one of his hands to meet the one that you have resting on his shoulder. He intertwines your fingers, pushing your hand back onto the couch while he uses his other one to slide his tip along your folds.
“I promise,” he whispers, pulling back to look you in the eyes. “I’ll take care of you.”
He always has. Even after the events of tonight, you know that he always will.
“I love you,” you say without thinking. A flush rushes across your face, and you close your eyes in utter embarrassment. (Seriously? A confession of your undying love while he’s actively entering you? Time and place.) “I’m so sorry, I—”
“Nothing to apologize for,” he whispers, pushing his cock further inside of you until he bottoms out. “Mm… I love you so much,” he replies without a care in the world. “And I’m not sorry about it.”
Your eyes soften at that, and a small chuckle leaves your lips. “Well… that’s good, isn’t it…?”
His eyebrows knit together, laughing softly at your awkward reply. “You’re such a dork, baby,” he whispers, dipping his head to plant a kiss on your lips while he rolls his hips into yours. “A pretty one, though.”
Your eyes flutter shut as he presses a kiss on your lips, and they stay shut, even when he opts to just rest his forehead on yours. “Your dork,” you say, a bit breathlessly with a smile on your face.
“Mhm,” he nods in agreement, a toothy smile stretching across his face. “My dork.”
Such a lovely interaction that you nearly forgot that he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow, because the moment he falls silent, your eyes widen. “Oh, God…”
He smiles, kissing your cheek while he continues to thrust inside of you, his cock being swallowed whole by your pussy in a way that made him feel like he was finally home.
“See?” he whispers in your ear, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re taking me so well, pretty. So well.”
That makes you chuckle, but your laugh doesn’t last for long when the head of his cock rams into you even harder. Your hand smooths out along the expanse of his back, dragging your nails back up.
“You’re crazy,” you gasp out.
Leon smiles. “Crazy about you, sure.”
You laugh through an airy moan, tilting your head to the side as your eyes flutter shut. “Soooo corny,” you whisper.
He shakes his head with his same toothy grin, using his free hand to tilt your chin towards him again. His thumb brushes along your bottom lip before he kisses you, and it is just about the sweetest kiss that you could have ever asked for.
“You love it,” he murmurs in reply, a bit breathless as an overwhelming heat pools in his lower stomach.
You shake your head. “I love you.”
Leon clicks his tongue at that, giving your hand a squeeze. “And I’m the corny one?”
That makes you laugh, which makes him laugh. He loves hearing you like this, so happy yet so utterly ruined by the way he feels inside of you. He knows that the feeling is mutual, which only amplifies how much he’s enjoying this. Having you again.
He softly moans in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “Pussy was made for me,” he rasps, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. “You were made for me.”
After a few more strokes, he truly begins to lose himself. His cock twitches inside of you, and he dips his head into your shoulder. “Mmh, ‘m gonna cum,” he rasps.
He pulls back, but you only pull him closer. It’s been so long, he hadn’t truly thought that you’d be okay with that. But here you were, his favorite girl. Always surprising him. “I love you, sweet girl.”
You nod your head, wrapping your free arm around his neck while the other gives his hand another squeeze. “I love you more.”
He grunts when your walls clench around his length, his lips pressing a longing kiss to your shoulder. “Cum with me, baby, c’mon. I need it, honey, please.”
You’re in no position to deny him or yourself. Your body trembles beneath him, a gorgeous moan ripping through the air while he buries himself deep inside of you, stuffing you full of his cum while you find your own release on his cock.
The two of you lay there for a moment, out of breath and entirely engulfed by one another. He slowly pulls out of you, pressing a few chaste kisses along your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, until he eventually kisses your lips.
When he pulls away, you smile up at him. You chase his lips once more, giving him a tender kiss before you lay your head back down.
“Now, as for why I’m still mad at you…”
note. yeahhh i need him bad in a way that’s concerning to feminism. anywhoooo interact if you enjoyed i rly like writing for him :D thank you so much for reading!
I miss yall so muchhh along w/ the writing flow I had before life got harddd! School and work is absolutely beating my ass rn.
Wish I had time to even EXPLAIN, but I'm crossing my fingers extra tight that I'll find some time to write during my very short summer break in June (,:
thank you guys for keeping my notifications busy even tho I haven't updated since September🥹 so much has happened since then but ILL BE BACK SO SOON🩷
a/n: myyy goodness time goes by so fast and never waits for me. thank you guys for staying patient (,: Also I'm kinda diggin the pics over gifs as a cover lately. Especially this juicy ass picture of him ugh.
sum: You deal with the aftermath of going public. From ups and downs to up... and... down.
tw: MINORS DNI. shit talking & being PETTY. smut smut smut u already know. (Missing details! enter at ur own risk.)
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"Oh fuck. This is bad... really bad." You squealed, palming your forehead as stress ran through your body.
"Oh shit y/n, I didn't think it was a bad thing! Are you okay? Do you need me to co-" your best friend began.
"No no, it's okay, I'm okay thank you. But it's on fucking social media already!" you said in defeat, dropping your bum on the couch and curling into a ball of repulse before sighing into the speaker, "I'll text you. But just know him and I didn't fuck."
"Well I'm glad you're okay. Buttt what was he doing at your-" she began once more.
"Yet." you giggled, trying to cheer up the mood before hanging up on her abruptly.
Shortly after ending the call, you felt a mix of emotions—the adrenaline come-down, confusion, frustration, and a hint of dread. You considered calling Aaron to talk through how you both could address the situation, but you hesitated. It was late, and he would probably be in the car with his daughter. Or be at home with his wife. The last thought made you cower and cringe.
You wondered if he had seen anything yet, if he was lying next to her, scrolling through social media, his own heart pounding with the realization of public exposure. Caring about what the media had to say never paid much to you, but the thought of being a homewrecker was undignified. Does it really count if he got groomed and she literally is a horrible person?
Thoughts circled back to hours prior, the undeniable tension that had finally erupted into something more. It was a moment of weakness for both of you, in the best way possible. Yet now it had manifested into something that could jeopardize not just your career, but also Aaron's.
Your phone buzzed again, but this time it wasn't your best friend or another notification from Twitter. It was an email from your agent with the subject line: "URGENT: Damage Control."
Opening the email, you skimmed through the lines of concern and practical advice, most of which revolved around issuing a statement and taking a step back from the public eye for a while. Shit you already knew and planned to do. You had already erased all social media apps for now.
Figuring that if Aaron had seen the news, he was probably grappling with his own set of complicated feelings and decisions.
You leaned back, your eyes drifting from the glowing screen to the darkness outside the window. Here you were, at the precipice of some crazy ass drama. This would cause the biggest uproar of the year possibly.
But you couldn't help to have a glint of excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach. Besides, he's been your crush for longer than you would ever admit. To anyone. And undoubtedly, many people had a good reason to hate his wife.
As you closed your eyes, one thought gave you a sliver of comfort: you were not alone in this, and if you played your cards right, this could be something beneficial. In many aspects, especially personal desire. It was in this charged atmosphere that you felt the exciting blend of danger and desire, a potent cocktail that left your head buzzing.
The word "homewrecker" echoed in your mind, leaving a bitter taste. No, you wouldn't be that person, not when the lines were so blurred, not when the emotions were so raw and unexplored. But what had transpired between you and Aaron couldn't be brushed off as mere coincidence. There was something there, more than a sexual connection, and you both fucking knew it.
Over a week had passed. Almost two fucking weeks without any direct sign, text, or call from Aaron. It was truly embarrassing. Luckily you had no work for the next two weeks and your best friend was in and out of your pad to keep you occupied.
Yet eventually, you were alone. The walls of your apartment closing in on you became unbearable. You decided to take a walk. Donning a disguise—big sunglasses, a baseball cap pulled low over your eyes, and a scarf wrapped around your neck—you stepped outside into the cacophony of city sounds, welcoming the anonymity and basking in your disguise.
As you walked, your mind inevitably returned to Aaron. Could he have decided it was all a mistake? That the chemistry, the tension, the raw, undefined something between you was better left unexplored? The thought welled up inside you, its weight grew heavier with each step you took.
By the time you reached your building, you were fighting back tears, feeling so silly and stupid for what's happening and the mere action of even getting emotional while taking a stroll.
You kept your head down as you moved through the lobby and entered the elevator, grateful for the oversized sunglasses that hid your watery eyes. As the elevator ascended, a tear finally broke free, trailed down your cheek, and landed on your scarf. You felt a lump in your throat, a pent-up sob waiting to burst forth.
How could you have been so silly and naive to think something could have truly transpired between you and Aaron?
The elevator dinged, announcing your floor, and you hurried out to approach your apartment. As you opened the door and pushed it open, your eyes immediately fell upon a huge bouquet of flowers on the dining table. Your heart raced, a mixture of surprise and fear surging through you.
"Ybf/n?!" You called out your friend's name, assuming it might be her, the only person who knew where your spare was. Or so you thought. "This isn't fucking funny. I'm tired. And sad." You said to her in defeat through your hoarse dried up tears, throwing off your hat and scarf.
"And even when you're tired and sad you are still absolutely ravishing."
The sound of that wicked accent, spoken softly but clearly, made you whip around. Aaron stood there, the corner of the room where the record player stood-- his eyes meeting yours. It was as if time froze, the tension palpable. The record you two listened to weeks prior played on the surrounded speakers.
"How the fuck did you get in?" you finally managed to ask angrily, pulling your sunglasses back down onto your face as a late reaction– an attempt to hide, realizing how silly you probably looked.
"I told you last week that I would see you," he said, his voice was sympathetic, "Plus you didn't answer my knockin', you should probably consider relocating your key to anywhere except under the plant."
You scoffed, "And you couldn't text or call? Like you said you would," you protested, ignoring his snarks.
"I thought this needed to be more personal. You know, in person." he replied and gave a small smile.
You sighed, and for a moment, the room was thick with unspoken emotions, days of unfulfilled desires, and a week of torturous silence.
"I don't understand." you ran your hands through your hair in frustration.
Aaron closed the distance between you in three strides, pulling your sunglasses back up to reveal your bare face, caressing your cheek with one hand, and resting his other on the back of your neck. You shivered, the tension was wallowing through, good and somewhat stunning.
"I get ya. I don't quite understand it either." he replied.
"Get what?"
"Why I've been wanting to be here with you." He kept eye contact.
"Well now's not a great time is it?" You mumbled sarcastically, slightly choking up a giggle.
"Anytime is a good time to see you Love," he grinned, closing in the space slowly.
"Are you sure about that?" You said doubtfully, tilting your head playfully.
"Yes darling."
"I don't think so." You replied.
"Why so?"
"If it wasn't for my tinted windows the paps would be taking pictures as we speak." You said sighing.
"Well I hope I look good in this angle because I know you do." he continued, staring into you deeply before you giggled and looked away.
"What are you doing here Aaron?" you questioned once more, still not registering the random appearance.
"I couldn't resist." He grinned.
"Aaron, I can't," you began, feeling a pit of guilt filling your space, "You're married."
"Was." He objected, causing your face to fall into confusion, looking to the ground for more answers.
He guided your head back up with his index finger and kissed you passionately. His lips tasted the same as the previous night, moving against yours with a mixture of urgency and careful deliberation, as if each touch was an answer to all your questions. You clung to him, your fingers tightening around the fabric of the back of his black shirt.
His hands roamed your back before settling at your waist, pulling you into him as if to meld your bodies into one.
As the kiss deepened, he lifted you effortlessly, setting you onto the edge of the dining table, the bouquet serving as a vibrant backdrop. His lips trailed down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine, his hands expertly unbuttoning your blouse.
You bit his bottom lip into a smirk, "Is my bedroom too far away for us to attend?"
"Anything for the lady." he grinned, lifting you back up again and nearly jogging to your room, giggles filled the hallway before entering the room.
He laid your back down on your comforter gently before going back to work on your neck, shooting your nerves back down to your pussy.
"So impatient, does this mean you're- mmm- gonna leave right after like last time?" you questioned sarcastically out of breath.
He chuckled in a low tone. "If only you knew..." he began, trailing his fingers down your torso and rolling soft letter O's over your covered clit, "How obsessed I am with you."
Your breath hitched, causing you to turn red at how flustered you were over this man, "Kiss me." You said in desperation.
He obeyed, crashing his onto your lips, applying more pressure on your other lips. The sweet and husky scent of his filled all your senses, wetting your panties with each swirl of his fingers.
You couldn't resist moaning into his mouth, "Aaron," you managed to say through the connection, he continued slobbering in your mouth, biting your lip in the process.
"Hmm?" He groaned out impatiently, beginning to caress your breast with his free hand and working his lips back onto the soft crevice of your neck.
"Don't make me..." your head fell back onto the comforter in euphoria, "beg like last time..." you breathed out as his hand slipped under your bra, gently kneading your nipples while simultaneously working his fingers under your panties, directly rubbing your folds, spreading your wetness over your hole and lubing your clit.
He chuckled once again at your desperation, enjoying every whimper that fell from your lips, "But I love it when you're like this for me..." His cock seemed to enjoy it too, growing harder against your thigh, leaking pre cum and excitement, "Makes me feel better about stroking myself thinking about you every night."
The impatience that built up hit a limit of frustration, causing you to pull his forearm to the comforter, finally speeding up the anticipation that's been building this past month. You took the top, earnestly resting himself in between your legs and beautiful pussy.
Taking him back for a kiss with a swift motion of your hands behind his neck, he moaned hungrily against your lip, extremely turned on by your pent up eager. His fingers folded under your top, unclipping your bra and pulling your shirt up to expose your breasts.
Your hips began grinding against his covered cock, asking for entrance, your pussy being the ticket. His fingers trailed down to his belt, pulling it off in one swift motion and shoving his pants off with the help of your palms. He somehow managed to nearly rip your panties in the process.
"You're sure about this Sweetheart?" He paused to ask, looking up at you with so much passion and lust.
"More than sure." You whispered politely, biting your bottom lip and rubbing your folds against his exposed cock, finally.
He grabbed your ass and massaged a squeeze into his palms, gripping it and pulling you harder against his shaft, creating more friction between your bundle of nerves. In a swift motion, he flipped you over, laying your back onto the comforter now as he pressed his hard dick against your soaking folds.
"Don't you know I'm a gentlemen, Love?" he growled huskily, nipping onto your neck before taking your mouth in his.
He rubbed his tip against your pussy, collecting every drop of your wetness to bring up to your clit, putting pressure that caused your breath to pant.
"Look at me while I fuck you Baby."
His left hand grabbed onto your jaw while his other guided his cock into your pussy, feeling every part of you that forced him to gnaw down on his jaw, preventing himself from releasing.
Your head slammed against the comforter under you, letting out a squeal and scream consecutively, averting you from saying any coherent words.
His hips worked against yours passionately, feeling every stretch of your pussy gripping around his cock, unprepared for something you already knew was so fucking huge.
He pulled one of your legs above his shoulder, giving himself access to a deeper spot within you, groaning deep as he pulled away from your lips, his hands groped carefully around your knees, pumping more of himself into you.
Your face drew into a state of pleasured pain, whimpering out and panting his name with every thrust, "Aaron- please."
With his other hand, he guided the behinds of your legs, resting it on his other shoulder, propping your body into a new position that filled you up with every reason to cream on his dick.
"Yes Love?" He coo'd raspily in his thick accent, feeling every ounce of himself building up inside you.
"Kiss me, please" you couldn't help but beg once more, letting every piece of your dominance fall to vulnerability.
He bit his lip into a smile looking down at you begging more for him. He lowered, shoving himself inside you at the closer contact before attacking your mouth sloppily.
Your lips connected with his messily, whimpering into his mouth as his hips pummeled into yours now, hearing every slap of his dick making your pussy squelch and cream with every thrust.
"So fucking- beautiful" he rutted out against your lips, "Never knew how much I needed you."
You couldn't help but blush in the moment, completely taken over by this man, not being able to find a response except your moans growing louder at the feeling bubbling in your core.
"I'm gonna cum" you panted out, knotting your eyebrows together and digging your nails in his back. They trailed all the way down, attempting to lodge a grip onto anything you could hold onto.
"Cum for me, let me feel you cum all around me yeah?" He rasped out, "I wanna feel your pussy tighten and cream all over me Darling. Just like that."
A tear fell from your cheek, obeying. Your body chased your orgasm, feeling every jolt of pleasure release from your core and onto Aaron, grinding deep strokes into you passionately and aggressively, you began to cry in pleasure.
His voice became monotone and shaky as you continued to moan, pulling out and pumping his load onto your body as you grinned at his release.
He exhaled breathily, catching himself from becoming unbalanced with his palm against the sheets next to you. Giving you a cheeky grin, he pecked your lips.
"Beautiful painting eh?" He joked, gesturing to your cum covered body like he was in an art exhibit.
"Whatever," you grinned, covering your face and shaking your head as he reached for the tissue box on the nightstand next to the bed.
The touch of the tissue against your torso tickled, realizing he was cleaning you up.
"Real gentleman you are, eh?" mocking his accent and fixing your position on the bed as he cleaned you.
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sorry just to get this right, jake gyllenhaal wanted to make a bernstein movie for TWENTY years because the story of one of the most famous jewish artists in the USA and his struggle with identity felt personal to him, only for bradley cooper to swoop in and steal it?? and PUT ON THAT NOSE??? rank
hii, could you write a story about dave lizewski where him and the reader are dating and one day he randomly calls her mommy as a joke but it turns out that she likes being called that(causes him to start calling her it regularly) and one time he says it and she was already kinda horny and it leads to smut with a kinda dom reader and sun dave. but the reader doesn’t say things like good boy or any of that kinda stuff she he just praises her while she’s the one in charge ig. sorry if this doesn’t make any sense!
a/n: I am definitely not used to writing this typa smut dynamic but ima get out of my comfort zone for this bc i love yall and I've been obsessed with Dave since 2012. Also this is kind of an old request, I was waiting for the drive to write this and I got hit with a Dave obsession and IM SO READY. Also is this my first Dave fic? How outrageous. Promise this won't be my last (;
Talk to Me Nicely
Dave Lizewski x Fem!Reader
pre-sum: reader and Dave on a gym date, and he surprises you with a new nickname.
TW/tags: MINORS DNI. gym date, fluff to smut, use of 'mommy', dom!reader, sub!dave, praising, nipple play, p in v, f&m orgasm, cum play, motor boatttt (doing tw's make me giggle so hard sorry not sorry)
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Dave would take on criminals without batting an eyelash, but when it came to relationships, he was practically a puppy. Yet, it made your relationship more sincere; only a couple months in, you considered it a newer relationship. You both were able to learn from each other— even if it was things, or nicknames to be exact, that were completely stunning. You were clearly more experienced than Dave, but that never caused any problems. And admittedly, you liked it that way.
One trait you learned from Dave was finding the courage to attend the gym. You never knew it would've turned into something you looked forward to, really only because you were able to see Dave sweaty and shirtless, regardless of simultaneously hating the mere idea of the gym.
Today was your least favorite day of the fucking week– leg day. And for some reason, Dave loved it. Luckily, the gym always took place in Mindy's basement– away from the public, which was the origin of why you always hated the gym to begin with until now.
But sparing your alone time with Dave in this private gym you both shared, while Mindy was at school, turned into a method of intimacy. Aside from the music bouncing off the sound proof walls, Dave always supported your every move, staring at you with intensity and quite nearly biting his tongue and bottom lip off every session in an attempt of hiding his horniness and hard-ons.
"Fuck," you managed to groan out, scrunching your eyebrows and mouth in one bundle, fighting your way to launch up from the heaviest squat you hit.
"You got it y/n! up, up, up!" Dave yelled out, encouraging you and spotting from behind, "YEAHHHH!!"
With one more harsh groan, you finally re-racked the barbell with Dave's help, panting hysterically, trying to choke out a smile at his excitement.
He came up from behind, wrapping his arms behind you and rocked you side to side with a big grin branded into the crevice of your neck.
Your hands rested on his, giggling from his enthusiasm while still trying to regain your breath, "Thanks Dave," you said turning to face him with beads of sweat rolling down your face.
He stared at you, taking in every feature of your sweaty face and body. God you were so sexy and gorgeous to him, even in moments you would consider your 'ugliest'.
The quick scan flicked a switch of lust, "Anytime, Mommy" he said without hesitation, catching you off-guard.
After seeing your face and eyebrows raise in shock, or horror he thought, he bit his tongue and swallowed down the lump that formed in his throat, his cheeks filling with a fluorescent red, suddenly fearing that he might have crossed a line.
"I'm... I was just joking," he was glad the previous workouts already made his palms and forehead sweaty, otherwise the heat of the moment would've been obvious and even more embarrassing, "I'm sorry..." he pleaded with a worrisome look of guilt.
"Dave it's-" you began.
"I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," he interrupted, clenching his palms nervously with his fingers, his eyes reached the floor in search of hiding his embarrassment.
You took a step closer to him, lifting his chin and fixing his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose, "Don't interrupt me next time, I liked it." You bit your lip with a smile, staring down at his lips and back up to meet his eyes.
His eyes widened and you felt his heart race, "Really?" He questioned, staring down at your lips, still in a nervous manner, "I mean-"
You interrupted him this time, smashing your lips into his with hunger, his glasses getting in the way, but paid neither of you to care.
Dave groaned against your lips and his hands snaked around your waist, your tongue found a way to his, engulfing him and moaning into his mouth.
A tent pitched in his pants, poking at your thigh. You reached down and massaged his cock through his gym shorts, causing him to inhale sharply and pull away from your mouth in fluster.
"Baby..." he started, "I...." but failed to finish.
You pecked his lips gently with a grin, "Use your words Dave." you reached into his pants, caressing his hard cock directly now, giving it light strokes.
"F-fuck...." he moaned, resting his forehead onto yours while looking down at your hand working around his hard on, "I need you..."
"Show me how much you need me," you whispered into his neck before gesturing him backwards onto the large foam box for him to sit on.
Lifting up your shirt and sports bra, your tits popped out, causing Dave to nearly almost faint at the sight. He scooted back as you took a seat on his lap to give you more room.
His breath hitched under you, grabbing your breast with his palms so gently, as if they would break with too much pressure, "You're so so beautiful..." he choked out.
"You think you could do those pull ups in front of me earlier without me wanting to fuck you?" You asked soft but harshly, ignoring his praise and raising his chin to meet your eyes as you spoke.
Another lump formed in his throat, he swallowed it down and it somehow made his dick grow tighter against your pussy, "Anything for you Mommy." he groaned.
"Do you wanna suck on my tits Dave?" You asked, grinning down innocently at him.
"Yes, but...." his face grew even more red, "I might... you know..."
You let out a light giggle, "Next time you should cum inside me and make me a real Mommy." You teased jokingly. Maybe not a joke.
He bit his lip before attacking one of your tits, sucking on it harshly and massaging the other in his hand with ease.
He caught you by surprise, causing you to gasp and tangle your fingers in his sweaty curls, "Oh my god Dave..."
His tongue drew up and down and circled around your nipples, causing every nerve and bundle to shoot down to your pussy. Your head drew back in moans, grinding your hips against his dick in a back and forth motion.
His hand on your other breast flew down onto your hip, gesturing you to pause, "Baby... I was serious.." he said in distress and fluster.
"Would it be better if your cock was inside my pussy?" You said gently, pecking his lips and dragging it down onto his neck, biting gingerly on his nerves.
"Yes... I would like..." he began as you started pulling your gym shorts off your legs and connecting your lips back onto his, "..that" he finished in between.
"How much baby?" You asked tenderly, pulling his shorts down slightly and lining himself up at the gape of your pussy.
You teased him, rubbing his tip along your soaking folds, causing him to nearly whimper.
"Please..." he begged at you edging him.
"Anything for you, Daddy," you said while lowering yourself fully into his cock, causing you to moan in sync.
His eyes shot up to yours in shock and lust at the realization, he had to choke up everything in his will to not cum already. He found his way to your breasts bouncing in front of him, grabbing onto both of them and motor boating you. He sucked into your nipples, giving each one a turn before biting the skin around it, giving you marks you know would be dark by the time you got home. If you could even make it home.
"Fuck Dave..." you squealed out, not being able to keep the dominant play consistent.
But you couldn't help it, the way his tip reached so deeply into your pussy, stretching you out in the most pleasurable way nobody else could ever achieve. You arched your back at the overstimulation of his cock being buried into you and his tongue working on your tits, causing his dick to hit more spots you were never aware of.
You looked down to his face, catching him admiring the way you were enjoying yourself bouncing up and down on his cock as he massaged your boobs in his hands.
The room filled with the sound of moans and the squelching of your pussy coating his cock– both of you were glad that the room was soundproof. You felt your orgasm chasing you from the pit of your stomach, causing you to scream and nearly cry at the feeling of it melting in your whole body, coating his thick dick with your cum.
You continued grinding your hips against his, moving up and down at a steady yet husky pace. He felt it himself- feeling your cream lube up his dick and your pussy clench tighter onto his cock.
His eyes screwed shut and his mouth caved open as a warning, you pulled yourself off and hovered just above his knees. Your hands replaced your pussy, stroking him swiftly and attaching your lips onto his neck.
"Just like that Dave..." you praised into his ear, "Just for me baby..."
He groaned loudly, followed by an illiterate mess of moans, "Ohfuck-y/n..baby-baby..baby" was the only thing you could sort out from his words as he jolted up his hips and shot his cum, coating your whole hand with himself.
"Yeahhh..." you continued, pumping out every last bit of his cum onto your hands and looking back up at him.
When his eyes met yours drunkily and out of breath, you licked every strand of his cum on your hands and smiled at him with innocence.
"Next time." He smiled out of breath, brushing your hair out of your face.
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Premise: Dave sits next to you in History, he's been secretly pining for you for ages, but he's been too scared to ask you out since you're so pretty and your goth exterior is very intimidating for him. To his surprise, he and you are paired up to finish a history assignment this weekend. Truth is, you thought he was cute too...
Tags: 18+ characters/pining!Dave/extremely nerdy and loser!Dave/hard exterior soft interior!reader/reader who despite having a crush on Dave does NOT want to admit it(tsundere!reader)/Mutual pining/mini slow burn into eventual smut/virgin!dave/submissive!Dave + switch!Dave who ends up taking control/reader on top/oral(both parties)/face sitting/edging/no condom/raw/doggy/cuddling/aftercare
A/N: Finalized version 7/8/23, fully edited. I am glad so many of you liked this and I am hoping to return to this couple in the future!
Taglist: @lazyneonrabbitt
(Ask to be tagged in upcoming one offs of Dave if you'd like!)
Imagines of these two: here and here
Jennifer's Body AU reader x Dave here
It's a normal Friday afternoon and Dave sits, staring out the window and daydreaming about this or that for his last class of the day. Class hasn't started yet, and what pulls Dave out of his daydream is you. You with your all black clothes, black lipstick and dark style. You walk into class as if its nothing, and every time you do Dave feels butterflies fill his stomach. He still can't believe how lucky he was to get sat next to you, even if he's way too intimidated to say anything to you.
You sit down next to him and you keep your face neutral. You know how mean this highschool has been about your style, so these days you hardly give them anything. And after you broke some jocks finger for trying to touch you in the 10th grade, people leave you alone for the most part. To your face at least. You know they probably snicker when you're not looking, but at the very least you can go on autopilot through out the day and go home to where you can really be yourself.
Dave has no idea about this, he thinks you're just the most confident chick in school, and he is in no way in your league, at all. It doesn't stop him from day dreaming about it though. He goes home and thinks about you at night, thinks about what it would feel like to actually ask you out. He's practiced saying it in the mirror a few times even, but when you sit next to him in class it's like he can't even make his voice say "Hello" let alone "Can I take you to the movies this Friday?". What kind of movies would you even like? God, its hopeless. He's doomed to sit next to you pining until senior years up and he never sees you again.
Today you sit next to him as always, headphones blaring The Cure while you ignore the world. You do steal a glance towards the guy who sits next to you in History, and quickly glance away, your dark lashes fluttering. You try not to interact with him because you know if you do, it's going to be obvious you like him. You can't help it, something about the way he's obviously so flustered by you, his big blue eyes gazing at you behind those nerdy glasses, it does something to you. Something the other students would notice and probably pick on the both of you for. Imagine it, the social outcast goth girl and the loser nerdy boy? No way, it's something you're not willing to risk after being bullied from your last school. No, its better to not think about it. Keep your headphones in and look forward, pretend you see nothing.
Your history teacher begins class, so you put away your headphones and get ready to start class. As you put them in your bag, you catch Dave's eyes. He looks like he almost wants to say something to you, and you furrow your thin and arched brows, giving off a "why are you talking to me" energy without even trying to really. It's almost second nature at this point for you, and when you see his cheeks heat up, you feel your heart jump, a mixture of feeling bad for how you come off and a hope for what he might have wanted to say. His hand nervously slides his glasses back up, his big blue eyes blinking away in embarrassment, the words unsaid falling flat in the air and your history teacher gaining the attention of the class.
You turn from Dave, obviously conflicted about what transpired, even if it was brief. It was one of the few times you two interact, but somehow when you sit next to him for this hour long class, it's as if you are interacting. You can almost feel the space between you two, and the times when his foot or your leg gets too close, bumps, barely touches, it's almost electric. It truly makes it hard to focus on class at times, but for the most part if you really fixate on what the teacher is saying, you can get by. From the looks Dave gives you at the end of class usually, he didn't hold up as well for the most part.
"This seating arrangement really was a mistake..." You muse silently to yourself inside your head, a small sigh escaping your lips.
Your teacher begins describing the next history assignment for the weekend, it's supposed to be something about fake "interviewing" someone from the history lessons from so far, or something, you're catching about half of it, but you know they pass out a more detailed paper later.
Meanwhile, Dave is beating himself up for, once again, not being able to ask you out tonight.
"C'mon man, you should have just said it!" He curses himself mentally. "Worst she could say is no right? God...with her, she might actually bite my head off..."
He's practically sweating next to you, his hand nervously tapping the table between you two lightly. Your hand, inches away is trying to take notes on what the assignment is supposed to have because you absorb it better when you actually write it out. As well as an excuse to not focus on Dave's nervous fidgeting beside you.
Dave is biting the inside of his cheek trying to game plan if he can save this, ask you at the end of class, when the teacher says something that makes his stomach drop, but his heart flutter.
"Alright, so that's the basis of the assignment, however, I would like for you to work with your table partner outside of class this weekend and choose which of you will be the interviewer and the interviewee..."
"Holy shit!" Dave could practically jump out of his seat from excitement and fear. This means he doesn't even have to actually ask you out, now you two are forced to spend time together this weekend!
"Holy shit..." You think to yourself. You feel entirely tense, as if you need to run out of the room right this instant, and your cheeks are hot under your makeup. This means you have to spend time, alone, with Dave this weekend. The truth was, you weren't even dreading it because you hate him, even if you try to convince yourself that. No, the truth was...you didn't know if you keep the charade up if you were to spend that sort of time together. Surely, surely...he would notice the crush you had been building for him for the past few months...
The teacher dismisses the class early, letting everyone figure out how they're going to make time this weekend with each other. You could turn to stone, in fact maybe you have because to your surprise it takes Dave's squeaky, unsure voice to call you name to get you out of your trance.
"Yes...Dave?" You turn, almost ridgid, but trying to be neutral, if not kind. Dave is obviously shocked, this might be the most attention he's ever scored from you!
"Well, since we're paired up, I was uh..um..." His doe eyes dart down as he speaks, finding the right words. "I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house after school to work on it?"
You can't believe it, he wants you to come over, now? No way, you can't even hardly bring yourself to move from your seat, let alone find your way over to Dave's house. You find your head giving the smallest, most timid of shakes as you stare at him with disbelief of the situation.
"Oh! Uh yeah no it's totally cool.." Dave senses the rejection and is obviously red faced as he scratches the back of his head, moving those mop of gorgeous dark curls around. "It's so sudden, you probably have big plans for a Friday night, huh?"
The way he's so obviously trying to make this work begins to melt at your icy heart. You shake your head again and immediately Dave is trying to stammer out more, but you finally find your words and work everything out.
"No, that's okay, Dave, I actually, um... I could come to your place around 7pm if that's okay?" Your usually confident self feels a bit wavered as you ask. Dave's eyes shine so brightly you think he may burst, the color in his cheeks different than before.
"Oh, that's totally awesome! I'll give you my address!" He says, with unusually less attempts to speak than normal, he must be really excited about this. You gulp at the thought, and as Dave takes a pen and rips off a piece of notebook paper, you do the same. You write down your number, in case you two need to talk at all between now and then.
You can't help yourself, you put a little black heart next to your number. It's like something has possessed you, you can't even stop yourself. "God...this is just the start..." A part of your subconscious whispers somewhere...
If you thought Dave was over the moon when you agreed to come over tonight, he's downright estactic when he sees you pass over your number.
"This is...for me??" He stares at you, mouth agape, and doesn't even realize what a dumb question that was, but you can't help but find it endearing.
"For if I get lost or something comes up..." You trail off with reasons, but you know you truly just wanted to give him your number despite your reservations. Dave totally thinks the reasons are valid though, he scrambles to put his number on the paper he passed towards you with his address.
"Oh, that makes sense here, lemme just..." His tongue pokes out the corner of his mouth as he scrawls his number. He passes it back to you again, and your cheek heat skyrockets as you see he's also put a heart. He seems pleased with himself and shy about it at the same time, as if this is a secret between the two of you.
You begin packing up after that, and look at him with your lips pursed, unable to reciprocate all he's giving you right now. As you walk away he calls out.
"Alright, see you tonight then!" And you're almost sure the whole class has eyes on your back while you walk quickly from the room, eyes down. You just hope no one decides to dig their grimy fingers into the sliver of hope that this just might work out in the way you're terrified of...
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The sky has started to turn dark, amber meeting violet in wispy clouds above. You're looking about for the address Dave wrote down, but his writing is comparable to chicken scratch. You find the house you think is his, and decide to text the number Dave also wrote extremely poorly underneath the address. You take pause, staring at the heart he returned on the piece of paper, and wonder if you should go through with this. It's not like you can just back out either, both your grades rely on this.
"It's just studying..." You breath out into the chilled brink of nighttime air, and text him you're here.
You are surprised how soon Dave is bounding down the stairs inside before opening the door with a big smile.
"You're here! Awesome, I just got pizza ordered, it's inside!" He does everything but pull you inside, he's so excited.
You feel some of your fears evaporate as you cross the threshold of his house. It's very homey, something your house always lacked. You feel like while its not pristine, it's meant to be lived in, a place where life goes on inside. You can't remember the last time you felt that way about a place, maybe your grandma's house, once upon a time...
Dave ushers you into his kitchen where he's got pizzas and snacks laid out. You can't help but feel like this is turning out more date than study when you see the set up. Your stomach builds with butterflies as you realize he's done all this just for you. You who has ignored him, at times being borderline mean, but of course you would have had to give him the attention he deserved to have truly been mean. That would have been more than you ever had given him by a mile. "Shit..." You think to yourself as you consider the situation.
"Yeah, I figured ya know, you might be hungry and it uh, it t-takes brain power to uh do a study...study date...." He stammers out as he sees your reaction, totally trying to wring out the study from 'study date' the way you do from a wet cloth.
You can't help it, you're flattered despite yourself. No one has ever been this kind to you since you moved to your new school in 9th grade. A part of you is desperate...desperate for this attention, for this connection you so clearly don't deserve. And with a sweetheart like Dave of all people. You feel a lump in your throat, but nod, agreeing with his words. His anxiety seems to have subsided as you do, and he beams a grin at you.
"Yeah! Here lemme grab this," he takes the pizza and a can of soda for each of you with ease. "And we can head up to my room to get started?"
His room. Oh god...
Your legs follow despite everything in you feeling absolutely undeserving of this kindness, your combat boots thunking on the kitchen tiles.
He takes you upstairs to his attic room and you are surprised. As much as it's a teenage boys room, it's also quite clean, and looks really comfortable. He sets you guys up on the bed and pats a place next to him. You settle down next to him, and he flips on a TV across from the bed. You wonder how you went from being here to study, to having pizza and movie.
"I just thought we might like to watch something while we eat..." Dave says in a nervous mutter as he sees your face.
"Okay..." You say, taking a slice of pizza and nibbling a bite. With all the butterflies in there, you don't think your stomach can hold much more than a slice right now. The two of you settle into his bed, munching on slices of pizza and watching some action flick Dave's put on...
After you two are done eating, Dave moves the food stuffs out of the way, and it's just the two of you on the bed. Somehow much more intimate now that there's not a pizza box between you two. You try to focus on the movie, but you can feel Dave glancing at you for much of it.
Dave can't help himself, you just looks so gorgeous, your dark eye make up is so sharp and bold, the thought of you taking control of him, of you pushing him into his bed and using him up keeps running through his thoughts. He even tried to jack off before you came over so he wouldn't be a total horn dog, but here he is, imagining what it would be like to lean over and kiss your black lips. God...he couldn't even ask you out properly, and the only reason you're here is because of the school assignment. There's no way you would be here otherwise. "I'm such a loser..." He thinks to himself, his eyes darting away from your face when you glance over and catch him staring. Instead his eyes land on your hand, laying in between the two of you on the bed, your finger nails black like the rest of your attire.
"Maybe if I could just..." He thinks, imagining himself being bold enough to take your hand, to test the waters to see if something was there. It would be enough that he could see if you have any interest, but wouldn't be as awkward as what he wants to do, which is lean over, take your delicate face in his hands and look you in the eye before kissing you as deeply as he can. Yes, holding hands would go over better than that, he has to tell himself. He feels shaky as one of his hands reaches up to push his glasses back into place, focusing himself to complete the task of holding your hand. The movie plays on...
After what seems like ages of Dave having an internal debate, he raises his hand slowly, deliberately, making a move towards your hand. You seem to be caught in the movie right now, the film is nearing it's climax as you two sit beside each other. If all goes wrong, he'll just pull his hand back and pretend he didn't mean to move it there. "Yeah, like that will work..." The voice in his head chides. It's too late now, he's already practically doing it, his hand hovering over yours before slowly dropping it down, the heat of his hand meeting yours, before softening into a hold.
You let out a small gasp, but don't pull your hand away. Dave is at a loss for words, he doesn't know how to explain it away, he IS holding your hand, and it's clear he doesn't mean it in a friendly way from how red his cheeks get. All you can do is stare at him right now, it's like time passes by in molasses, sticky and sweet. You can't believe it, he's really making a move on you...
What surprises you more is the fact that when your body catches up to your brain, you're moving towards him with fervor. Your other hand comes to the side of his face and you're crushing your lips against his. The movie is forgotten, as well as your inhibitions. Your lips tingle when they meet his, and you can't help yourself, somehow his small innocent touch has caused the dam you built inside yourself to stay away from him to collapse. You're working your lips into his like he's the air you breathe, and Dave is so caught off guard he's letting you, moving along with you as his guide.
"Oh my god, she's kissing me...I'm kissing a girl!" Dave thinks to himself, totally blown away, his eyes wide at first before melting into your kiss, his glasses only sort of getting in the way.
"God...I can't help it...he's so nerdy and sweet, I need to know what his body is like..." You think to yourself, your hands moving wildly into his mess of curly hair, gripping and tugging him into your kiss.
It's the type of kiss that almost hurts its so wanted.
You find yourself pulling away for a moment to catch your breath, and you see your black lipstick smudged both on Dave's pouty, plump from being kissed lips, as well as your own from the reflection of his glasses. You look as if you've totally given in, your eyes filled with a desire you've never seen before. You look back into Dave's vibrant blue eyes and see he's completely at your will.
"P-please...don't stop..." He whispers, those eyes of his pleading for you to continue. God, you want to fuck his brains out right here, and at this rate you think you will.
What surprises you next is Dave taking a bit of control, his own hands wrapping around your waist and bringing you on top of him, his hands grabbing into your gothic hair style, and your lips colliding once again as Dave let's out a whimper into your kiss. You can't help but moan back, the sound a dull vibration between your lips. Dave kisses sloppily, he wants you so bad and he's never kissed a girl before, that much is clear. You bite his lower lip to slow him down and take control, his body jumping from the bite, and where your legs straddle him you can feel his hardness against you as he bucks. God, he's like putty in your hands.
Dave can hardly contain himself, his hands roam your body freely, at some point one of his hands finds it's way under your skirt, gripping your hips and running along your stomach. He doesn't want to go too north or south without your permission, scared to run you and the pleasure you're giving him off. You can tell, and moan in a way that signals your frustration, before releasing your hands from where they're knotted in his curls and grabbing his wrists. You guide his hands underneath your shirt and sit up on him, letting him explore your breasts over your bra as you slip your shirt off and quickly discard it on his floor. As you look down, Dave's eyes are wider than ever, totally encapsulated by your body, his mouth hanging open and stained with your dark lipstick.
"God...you're so sexy..." He mumbles, not even sure what he's saying, just that he's in total awe of you. He's wanted this for so long he feels like he's accidently just convinced himself that you're really here, really doing this. It's as if you're a dream come to life instead of actually straddling him on his bed.
You reach back and undo your bra, the straps sliding down slowly before you pull your bra over your head, your breasts falling out. Dave doesn't need to be told to grab them, he's getting the hang of this. He feels the softness of your chest before exploring your nipples playfully. You smirk down at him as your hips ride him fully clothed.
"Would you like to taste them...?" You say slyly, almost savoring his reaction, knowing how excited he is. All he can do is nod eagerly and say 'Please'. You lean down and let Dave cup your breasts, pulling one of them to his mouth and sucking hungrily. He has dreamed of this moment, thought of it before bed with his cock in his left hand. He never thought he would actually be here, playing with your nipples in his mouth, switching sides so your other breast doesn't feel lonely.
You continue to grind against him, his already hard cock feeling as if he will cum just from you dry humping him. You can feel it twitching, aching to be released from his pants. You slide down his body, his mouth popping off your breast with a soft pop! before he gives out a whine that he wanted more. He looks down at you as you reach his pants, and playfully stare up at him with your devilish, make up smeared smile. Somehow knowing he's messed up your perfect goth make up is turning him on. He even finds himself imagining if he could ruin it more by cumming on your pretty little face. He wonders if you would ever let him and groans as you begin pulling his pants down and letting his cock free.
You're surprised not for the first time tonight, and not for the last. Dave's cock is huge! You had no idea this little nerd was packing so much heat, it's way longer and girthier than any cock you've seen up until now, and even putting your black manicured hand around it is making your hands look so small in comparison. Dave seems almost shy about his cock, he shifts nervously as you gaze at it, mouth slightly agape at his size, and Dave wonders if you don't like it.
"Is it...okay?" He finally squeaks out from nerves, and your eyes dart back up to his, dragging out of the trance the sight of his cock put you in. You begin to stroke him and nod.
"More than okay..." You say as you feel your cheeks heat up, your mouth watering just thinking about sucking him off. You hear Dave whimper out from your touch, his back arching into you, his hips bucking for more already. He feels so sensitive, as if your touch is too much.
"Please be careful...I don't know how long I can last..." He warns you, and the idea that you get to edge him until you want him to cum has your legs clenching from the wetness unraveling there. You can't believe how your body reacts to his, it's as if every little thing he does has your stomach coiled and shivers running up and down your body. You look him in the eyes as you place your mouth over the tip of his thick cock.
He closes his eyes in pleasure just from that, and you pause. You know you'll be doing a lot of stopping and starting, going so slow, just to keep him from blowing his load early. Dave is glad once again that he has already cum a few times today, if not he would have definitely came from you dry humping him earlier. He moves a hand to your hair, holding and petting you as you begin to go deeper, bobbing up and down in a rhythm that keeps him on his toes. He can't believe how hot and wet your mouth is, and you leave black rings on his cock as you go.
You suck his cock with purpose, finding out what gets him going very easily, and putting a stop to it before he goes too far. He's a whining mess, breathing hard and husky, his voice coming out in a quiver as he speaks your name, begging you. When you think he's had as much as he can take right now, your lips satisfyingly pop off his cock, and you look him in the eyes, his cock beside your sweet face.
"Now that I've tasted you Dave...I think it's your turn to taste me..." Dave's eyes are heavy with want, but they widen as he realizes what you're getting at. Truly, you can't even believe you're so eager for him, but you've fought it for so long you can't anymore. You know what you want in this instance, and your body isn't letting your brain ruin this for you. You take off your bottoms, leaving you naked before him, his eyes grazing your body with need.
You put your knees on either side of his face, and Dave looks up at you with those gorgeous blue eyes as he stares up from under your pussy.. You worried a bit if he would shy away from it, some men can be afraid of eating women out, especially their first time doing it. But Dave has literally imagined over and over what it would be like to have you sit on his face and to eat you up like his life depended on it. And he does just that.
Without having to give him any pointers, he grabs your hips and presses your pussy onto his face, his tongue going to town right away. He begins with your clit first, sucking the whole thing right away, and you actually have to cry out, your thighs almost crushing his head.
"Sensitive! Wait!" Is all you can say, and Dave seems to get the memo, beginning to swirl his tongue around your clit, playing with it before lightly lapping at it, sometimes with his tongue pointed, others with it flat and tasting all of you. Dave is grateful he ever cared to look up online how to do this properly, even though at the time he never thought he would ever get to use this knowledge.
You're surprised when he even begins to tongue your wet hole, playing with you there before dragging his tongue back up to play with your clit. He isn't perfect at it for his first time, and you likely won't cum from just this, but god does his tongue feel good down there. Dave is definitely not embarrassing himself in this catergory. He even presses your hips, pushing your pussy further on his face, practically suffocating under you from time to time, before releasing himself, his hot breath tickling your pussy. He looks up at you every so often with such a submissive look you can barely believe it. He loves being beneath you, you taking from him just how you like it. His cock is still hard and twitching, you reach back just to give it a feel and you can tell his cock has calmed enough you could probably get on top without him spilling in you right away.
"I want you inside me, Dave..." You whisper down at him, as you pull your pussy off him and he opens his eyes, completely drunk off your pussy, your wetness glistening on his lips.
"Anything you want..." He replies, his eyelids heavy and pleased with everything so far. He wants to make sure you're satisfied.
"In that case, I'm going to cum on your cock Dave...I need you to hold out til I'm finished..." You're voice is so soft, but commanding at the same time, which Dave is crazy for. You can see he's nervous about it still, worried he will disappoint and cum too early, but he nods with determination.
You move down, and position yourself over his red, hard cock. You look him in the eyes as you slowly lower yourself, his tip gliding in, stretching you out already.
"Fuck...." You moan out, your eyes closing as you take him inch by inch. He is completely enamored, watching you closely, and so confused as to how someone as hot and intimidating as you is fucking herself on his cock. You bite your messy lip as you find yourself struggling to fit him all, he makes you feel so full. When you finally do, you let yourself sit there for a moment and take it all in, enjoying the feeling of being so completely filled.
"God, Dave...your cock is so big..." You murmur out and Dave can't believe you think his cock is big, he never realized that, he knew it wasn't small but somehow he had convinced himself he wasn't that big either.
Eventually, you begin rocking your hips, moving up and down as you both gasp from pleasure. You use your hands to steady yourself on his chest while your other hand begins to touch your sensitive clit, working it until it feels amazing, heat flooding you.
Dave holds onto your hips and helps you move on him, sometimes going slower to stop himself. He wants to fill you up so badly it hurts, his stomach and muscles are so tight, his arm muscles clenching and showing themselves as his big hands guide your hips. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer by the minute.
"Dave, you're going to make me cum..." You whisper out as you begin to feel it. Dave looks at you with worry, and asks you something you forgot to talk about before getting wrapped up on the heat of the moment.
"If you cum, I'm going to cum...do we need a condom?" He says, his brows furrowed. You thank god you are on reliable birth control right now.
"It's okay, I have birth control, go crazy..." You say off handedly, not expecting much change in reaction.
Somehow, hearing you tell him to 'go crazy' starts something in him. He almost hesitates, but there's something he really wants to try. You can tell by the look on his face that he is planning something, and with a slight nod you silently tell him to go for it.
Dave quickly lips you off his cock and effortlessly tosses you onto the bed face first. You gasp out, the power dynamic shifting in that moment. You didn't know he was that strong...
He grabs your hips and ass and pulls them into his cock, easily slipping back inside your wet folds and pushing himself so deep you had no idea he could even do that. You moan out his name and grip the pillows beneath you, suddenly feeling like the submissive one now.
"Fuck, Dave..." You breath out and shudder as he fucks you so deeply you can hardly breath right. "I didn't know you could be this...dominant..."
Dave almost chuckles at your comment, but he agrees silently. Something about you letting him fuck you like this has emboldened him, he grips you harder, playing with your ass as he goes. Squishing and squeezing it, enjoying the feel of it in his hands.
You move so one of your hands can be under you, fumbling for your wet clit once again. You moan out Dave's name loudly as he fucks you deeply, your ass bouncing against his thighs with satisfying slaps. Dave can feel you clenching as you get closer, and it's so hard for him to contain himself. He wants to spill inside you so badly, his face scrunches up from the thought, he has to bite his lip to think of something else, even if it's the pain of biting.
"Please...I can't hold on much longer..." He says between heavy breaths and calling your name.
You focus, finding the sweet spot and so lost in his cock fucking you that suddenly your legs are locking up as your pussy clamps down on his cock, your climax spilling over the edge as you moan Dave's name. Dave pounds you harder as you do this, needing to to keep up as you clench around him so tightly it makes it hard to fuck you. Almost as soon as you reach your peak, Dave is thrusting his final thrusts into you, his cum welling up and shooting off inside of you, making a total mess of your pussy. You cry out as he does this and Dave groans loudly, his body shaking and his cock twitching as it finishes releasing.
When he's done, he stays there for a moment before carefully pulling out, his cum dripping onto the bed, and the tip of his cock so sensitive he has to rush to pull the end out so it doesn't hurt.
Dave doesn't even care anymore about being shy with you, he pulls you onto him and snuggles onto your hair, taking deep breaths.
"That was amazing...I can't believe you let me do that..." He whispers into your hair, he could almost cry from how emotional and raw he feels right now, but he holds it back as best he can, not wanting to cry during sex even though you wouldn't have held it against him anyways.
He holds you for a long time, and during that time you can't even speak, the afterglow of your breath and sweaty bodies speaking for itself. You never wanted to let Dave in, and now here you are, full of his cum and sore from his cock, while you lay naked in his bed, cuddling. You end up blocking out any negative thoughts, and realize that it was so worth it. You move and snuggle into his neck, petting his chest, and musing lightly into his skin.
"I'm glad I came over, Dave..." You end up saying, because that's how you feel about all of this. Dave pets your hair and laughs lightly.
"I'm glad you came over too..."
There's no way that history project is getting done tonight.
notes: manwhore manslut malewife, yeah, that’s just jamie. 💦 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!
"Does that feel good?”
Jamie nodded excitedly, watching you rub your lube covered hands over his hard cock.
You clicked your tongue and stopped moving you hands. “Look at me and use your words.”
Jamie’s cheeks filled with air that he pushed out as he tried to lock eyes with you. “Fuck yes.” However he was completely disrupted by the view below him.
You were laying down and still wearing your bra, your tits seemed as though they were begging for him to lick and suck and nibble on them. Your lips were swollen, just like his, from all the kissing you used as a way to stop Jamie from being so needy all evening long.
You looked so hot and he had trouble concentrating. He could focus on two things, though.
“My eyes are up here.” You scolded him.
For a split second, your eyes met with his and you laughed at him. He pouted at your reaction, his lips red and wet. “What? It’s not my fault. I blame you!”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “You blame me? For what?”
“Because... huh...” Your two hands covered his shaft, leaving only the tip of his cock exposed as you stroked him back and forth slowly.
“That’s what I thought.”
“You’re just being mean.” He scrunched his nose playfully.
“And you’re just being needy.” You picked up the pace and jerked him off a bit faster as you watched his abs clench in response. “You couldn’t leave me alone for five minutes tonight.”
“Yeah? Well, I didn’t hear you complain.” His hips jolted forward, fucking your hands. “Shit.”
“Oh, you’re right.” You caressed his pelvis, smearing some of the lube on his skin before you moved back down to cup his balls gently. “I’m not complaining, but you need to learn how to be patient.”
He wiggled above you, his knees pressed on your sides and caged you in a tight embrace. Jamie moaned when you started to massage his balls. “I’ll have you know that I’m very trainable.”
You looked up at him right when his eyes rolled to the back of his head as you smeared his precum all over the tip of his cock. “I’ll be the judge of that.” You winked at him, not that he could see it.
Jamie’s lips were curled up, mouth left ajar, and his eyes were shut tight as you jerked him off faster, and harder. Your hands were holding him tight and making his skin pink from all the friction. Nothing could beat the feeling of being inside of you, but your hands felt heavenly after a long evening of teasing and waiting.
Your hands were warm and slick as you kept moving them, although your pace decreased until you stopped. Instead, you focused on his red, sensitive tip. You flicked your thumb over it and moaned, too, as another drop of precum leaked. You pulled your thumb towards you, creating a sticky strand that you brought to your lips and tasted.
Mounted above you, Jamie appeared as though he was losing his mind. His brows were raised up one second and furrowed the next. It was getting more and more difficult to not just scoot forward and push his cock past those pretty lips of yours. And he was getting impossibly harder too, his cock was throbbing above your chest while he whined, as if to beg you to touch him again.
And you did. You started to stroke him hard and fast again like he usually loved. You pulled moan after moan out of him, he repeated a series of curse words interlaced with your name.
“Fuck, fuck” Jamie interrupted himself with a loud, slightly high pitched whimper. “I’m gonna cum!”
“Yeah?” You teased him with a condescending tone, one that resembled the type of voice he would use to mess with you. “Then cum, baby. Make a mess for me.”
You did not need to tell him twice. He grunted loud, so loud, as ropes of cum shot from his hard cock. His seed painted your chest, but it also covered your hand when you stopped jerking him off so he could finish. His face contorted into expressions of bliss and ecstasy until the last drops of his cum fell on your skin.
“Imagine what I could do to you if you agreed to take some Viagra again.” You smiled widely, more so talking to yourself than to Jamie who was trying to come down from his high. “We could be doing this for a long, long time. I bet you’d be so sensitive that you’d cum without being touched before I’m done with you...”
“Shut up.” He chuckled when you brought up his little blue pill incident. “Just shut up.” Jamie clenched his hand into a fist, his face still tensed from the intense pleasure of his last orgasm. “I don’t need that to go for another round and you know it.”
“So you do want to go another round?” Your hands wrapped around his cock, still rock hard and red from all the friction. You did not move just yet.
Instead, Jamie took the lead and that was good enough of an answer for you. He placed his hands on each side of your head and kept this position, on all fours, so that he could fuck your hands. He started to move his hips, slowly. He winced at the way his body reacted to the painful and pleasing sensitivity.
You kept one hand around him, and smeared the cum that had fallen on your other hand. You used it as lube so that he could fuck himself faster.
And he did, while grunting loudly, and close to your ears. He knew you liked it when he was being vocal and he was putting on quite a show. The truth was that he could not control himself, everything just felt too intense for him to hold back, but he liked telling himself that it was his turn to tease you.
You watched him with your mouth left ajar. Your own moans added to the mix of noises that he was making. He truly was putting on a show, his whole body was working towards his second release.
“What a good fucking,” He groaned loudly, his lips curled up again. He caught your attention, so he repeated himself. “What a good fucking fleshlight.” He loved the gasp you let out at his words. “I fucking love using you to jerk off.”
His words spread goosebumps over your skin. It was a sudden change of attitude, a shift of power. Both your mind and your body, reacted positively to it. As Jamie looked down at you, he could read your expression of lust and desire for him. Despite your squirming, your hands remained steady and wrapped around his cock.
He was moments away from cumming again. It was a race between his orgasm and the overstimulation, whatever would come first.
You took the decision for him. You closed your hands into fists around the tip of his cock and prompted Jamie to move his body with short, quick thrusts.
Sure enough, more of his cum painted your hands and your chest while he exhaled loudly.
You jerked him off only for a few more seconds before he collapsed by your sides, his cock was throbbing and he emptied his balls on his toned tummy. You cooed at him until his soft moans were replaced by tired giggles.
The euphoria of his multiple orgasms did not cloud his mind enough to miss an opportunity to taste you. His request was silent, only his eyes and his tongue licking over his lips spoke for themselves.
With a roll of your eyes at his neediness, you switched positions to be the one kneeling on top of his body with a leg on each side of him. You made your way up to his face, leaving a trail of kisses when you were not licking drops of his cum. “You still got a lot more training to do.” You teased him, pressing a quick but firm kiss on his lips before you hovered your core above his face. “But you gotta return the favour first.”
Jamie’s hands found their spot on your hips so that he could pull you down directly on his mouth. His expert tongue, sticking out of his open mouth, connected with your slick folds and he lapped at the mess you made while you pleasured him. His last words followed an arrogant smirk. “I don’t need any of stupid training to make you cum on my tongue.”
- I added some work in progresses so y'all can see what I'm cooking up. I got a few requests which is funny cuz they're closed rn but it's cute so I added em anyways😭
publishing part 4 to the atj fic soon hehe
- Trying to catch up on my drafts, and afterwards I'll be re-opening my requests. I'm excited for new ideas!
- I AM A SLOW WRITER. "I'm never free, I just make time" should be my new mantra. I try i rlly do cuz I love writing (,:
i hope you don’t mind if i request a fic for donnie darko?? i just adore the way you write him <3
thanks xoxo
Head Over Heels
Pairing: College!Student!Donnie x College!Student!Reader
A/n: this was in my drafts since June ): but thank you so much for the support anon I greatly appreciate you and hope you're doing amazing (and ofc i don't mind) <3
TW: MINORS DNI. There's actually little to no tw except for language and the lack of revise. Mainly fluff. But I still don't want minors here hehe.
Basking in the third year of college, it undoubtedly remained difficult for you to make any friends considering you left your hometown and never really came back.
Seeing the next class on your schedule turned the dim light a little brighter. Anthropology. Not much to others, but it was interesting to say the least, and it thankfully compensated for your lack of social-battery.
But of course with your luck, you somehow managed to enter the wrong building that wasn't even lit up, causing you to be late since you somehow ended up on the opposite side of campus.
It wasn't a big deal, but to you it was because of the attention it would create walking in pushing the-
*CLANKK*
You nearly died inside, curling your lips in disappointment at whoever decided to install a doorbell made of pans for a fucking doorknob. Everyone looked back in question, but fortunately only for a few seconds.
Except for this one black-haired dude who did a double take for whatever reason.
Shit. All the seats were taken. Of course.
Except for the seat next to that guy. Just your luck once again. But at least it gave you a reason why the bastard gazed at you far longer than anyone else: the only empty seat was next to him.
Slowly walking over, you pulled the seat out quietly, trying to avoid diverting anymore attention on you. He looked at you once more, scooting over a bit as if you even needed that extra space.
"Thanks," you mumbled, taking a seat and placing your backpack under you.
He gave a small grin as a response before paying his attention back to the Professor, adding a nervous shaking knee for the next 5 minutes without notice.
"Does anyone know what cultural relativism is?" the professor boomed. No hands raised, and you didn't blame them even though you knew the answer yourself.
"Nobody?!" The professor chuckled, before attempting to reveal the answer.
"Cultural relativism emphasizes that we should make an effort to comprehend and accept other cultures rather than evaluating them according to our own cultural norms," The black-haired dude began, causing your neck to turn instantly to him.
"It implies that what might be appropriate or bad in one culture may differ in another, and that's okay. It's important to keep an open mind and avoid assuming that our ways of life is always the best or the only one. Instead, it's important to make an effort to understand situations from the viewpoint of the culture and value its distinctiveness." He concluded.
"Spot on. You answered the next two questions I was going to ask!" the professor beamed, "What's your name?"
"Donnie, Donnie Darko."
You couldn't help but find him somewhat attractive regardless of the ridiculous name. He was more intelligent than you expected by just the way he spoke. He also held this quirk and confidence, even though he was shy at the same time.
The professor continued the lecture, and you couldn't help to start a small conversation with Darko.
"Have you taken this class before?" You whispered, fidgeting your fingers under the desk nervously.
He seemed to be surprised at your statement by the way he turned his head quickly to face you. Or was it surprised that you were talking to him?
He tried to collect his words, stumbled at how good you looked up close. Even though the class had shitty lighting, his eyes scanned every detail of yours from your lips, to your eyebrows, and oddly, your scent.
"I-uh," he exhaled through his nose with a slight chuckle at his nerves, "No, I haven't."
Now it was your turn to get nervous. One for not thinking of a response and two, he was actually really attractive.
"Oh." You grinned slightly, feeling absolutely stupid at your dry response.
It was odd that you felt this shy. Though you were on the more introverted side, it was rare for a guy to make you lose your words. You felt like you were younger you again with a crush.
He grinned, almost identifying immediately that you were both on the same flustered spectrum of admiration.
Heading out the exit, you turned towards the library in an effort to gain some sort of motivation to study. You turned the music streaming through your headphones slightly higher.
"Hey!" A voice muffled through your music, "Dam, you walk fast."
You quickly turned to see the guy you sat next to, pulling out a wire from your ear to hear him speak clearer, "Oh, hey." You smiled, adjusting the tote bag on your shoulder.
"I was wondering what your name was, and where you're headed?" he stated, giving an earnest smile, quickly dropping his expression, "Oh but not in a weird way." He tried to salvage himself.
Returning the grin with a chuckle you responded, "It's y/n, but you could call me y/n/n. I'm headed to the library," you began to walk slowly but stopped in your tracks, "But if you're a serial killer I'm not going to the library and my name isn't y/n," you retorted playfully, "And what was your name again?" Definitely not pretending you didn't engrave it in your head previously.
He smiled at your words, "Nice to meet you. It's Donnie Darko. But you could call me Donnie." He denounced, beginning to walk with you slowly.
"Cool name." You beamed, "Has a nice ring to it."
He curled his eyebrows together in surprise taken aback, "Ya think so? Last time I told someone my name they asked me 'what kinda name is that?'" He mocked Gretchen's voice.
Giggling at the high octave, "Yeah, never heard a name like that before."
He scanned the fading noise buzzing near your ear, his face lit up immediately, "No way! You like Tears For Fears too?!" He exclaimed joyfully.
You smiled at him once more, holding up the wire to offer, "Wanna listen with me?"
He gladly placed the piece in his ear with a cheeky grin, "I think I just fell in love," he blurted out unapologetically.
The confession made you do a double take, lowering the volume of the music a bit before laughing hysterically, "What?!" You rose your eyebrows in confusion, yet with a reciprocated smile between chuckles.
"I'm joking. Well not really," he smirked then nodded his head, "Just kidding, I'm joking. But you do have a really, really nice smile." He confessed.
Your cheeks grew red immediately causing an attempt to hide your expression behind your hair, "Thank you. Yours isn't too bad either." You grinned without eye contact.
"Did you know I had you in chemistry last year? You don't remember me?" He randomly questioned.
"No way?" You asked rhetorically in shock, looking up to find any memory or recognition of him, "I don't but, I should because the class was pretty small?" You were determined to remember him.
"Yeah, well, that's probably cause I'm lying." It was his turn to laugh hysterically, almost pulling the wire out from both ears at his sudden movements.
You rolled your eyes but couldn't help to laugh, "Haha very funny."
"Since I'm funny, did you wanna go out sometime?" He asked boldly, his cheeks now filling with red at his plummeted lack of poise after his last word.
"Depends."
"On what?" He replied.
"If you're a serial killer or not," you attempted to sound serious over the plastered grin on your face.
"If looks could kill, you'd definitely be the one killing me." He grabbed at his fake bullet wound- ridden chest dramatically.
-> -> ->
"And that's how I met your father." You grinned down at your kids.
"You forgot to mention the part where I swooped you off your feet and we rode off into the sunset!" Donnie chimed, chuckling loudly with the kids.
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