american heist

i think i gonna explode

coulda just had sex with me

you didn't have to fuck me so hard

warning/notes: cheating, age gap (f!reader in her early twenties, hayden is 44), p i v, unprotected sex, riding, ass slapping, dirty talk, marking, size kink. thank you so much for your request! enjoyed it a lot while writing and i hope u will enjoy it too <3 english is not my native language, not proofread.

hayden's lying on a huge bed right in the middle of his hotel room, the view opening straight onto london's green hills blurred by a grey mist, but he can hardly think about england's beauty right now, not with you straddling him, his muscular thighs trapped between your softer ones.

"that's it," he holds you just above your hip bones, helping you move. his strong hands lift you as you rise and lower you back onto his thick cock, and he makes a point to keep you down there for a few seconds, "fuck me."

you feel the slight scratch of his pubic stubble when he's all the way inside you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix, forcing out a heavy exhale, a gasp, and a moan all at once each time. the sound is so raw it makes hayden want to flip you over and just fuck you senseless until it turns into incoherent, overstimulated gurgling, but you love being on top, and he's letting you have this.

"you're gorgeous," hayden's voice is even deeper than usual, rough with arousal. he's watching you greedily, his big hands, calloused from farm work, sliding up to your breast, squeezing, pinching, and playing with your tender, sensitive nipples, hard and stiff.

you were everything a married, grown man looks for in another woman- nothing like rachel, not in personality, not in looks, and definitely not in bed. the chemistry that sparked on set quickly led to chemistry in his trailer, then in his hotel room, and in your car too... just, various places.

"squeeze for me," hayden demands softly, giving your ass a slap. he's obsessed with your ass, for real, he'd worship it. and when you clench around his cock inside you, tightening your inner walls, he lets out a ragged groan, thrusting his hips up a few times, delivering a series of jabs to your cervix that pull desperate moans from you.

"see that?" you lift up slightly so hayden can get a better look at the whitish, foamy liquid at the base of his cock, your fingers smearing your wetness over his pubic bone, "i'm this wet for you."

and you sink back down, sharper than he expected, and what makes you wince sends a sharp flash of pleasure through hayden as he's buried inside you to the hilt again.

hayden presses his thumbs gently into the lower part of your stomach, and your walls instinctively clench around him as you start grinding and rocking your hips instead of bouncing, bracing your hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscle and the heat of his skin.

he surges forward, pulling you sharply against him and crashing his lips to yours in a demanding kiss, his tongue tangling with yours. he feels your soft tits press against his hard chest, and starts working his hips, driving his cock into your dripping puffy pussy. all you can do is moan into his mouth as he grabs your ass, spreading your cheeks, and impaling you even deeper onto him with every thrust.

"hayden, hayden, hayden..." you whimper, your cheek pressed to his hot shoulder, and when you see his phone, on silent, light up with an incoming call from rachel, you flip it face down with a trembling hand and bite into his neck, sucking on the spot, leaving a mark, making him groan.

hihi lovely! so unfortunately i don't make fanfics about hayden, so i switched it to clay instead 💘

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ─ the request! but for more detail, clay decides to get off with you on the phone while away on a business trip.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ phone sex, sexting, sweet dirty talk (a lot of it), soft!dom clay, submissive!reader, cum, and i think that's it??

𝑨/𝑵 ─ first fanfic/post after being logged out of this account for like two/three months! i missed you all sm, and thank you for all the support 💘 p.s. this may be a little lazy since i haven't wrote in awhile, so bear with me.. also not proofread.

You hated being away from Clayton.

More than ever.

Even though he was only gone for a few days, it still felt like light years. Clay kept reassuring you─telling you that once he got back you would have his full attention. But? You were impatient.

First, it started with a few sweet texts.

"Miss you."

"Was organizing your side of the wardrobe. Smelt like you."

"Miss having somebody beside me when brushing my teeth."

"Love you."

Then, you became bolder. Your texts became bolder.

"Shower felt empty."

"Wore red lingerie. Thought of you."

"Had a dream of you. Us."

They were subtle, but cheeky. Definitely enough of Clayton to call you to hear that sweet little voice of yours.

A soft exhale came from Clay's nostrils, leaning his back against the hotel bed frame. "I'm going to be home soon, baby," he reassures. "Wait for me?"

You grin lazily, nodding. It was about 12am, and here you were, calling Clayton like you needed him like the air you breathe. "I've been waiting, Clay."

He smirks at that.

Though his voice was rough and lacing with sleep, he was willing to make the time for you. "Oh, you have, huh?" Clay chuckles, shaking his head amusedly.

He knew exactly what you were after.

A few beats of silence pass through, before Clayton starts up again. "You miss me?" Like that was even a question.

"Obviously,"

"Yeah? How much?"

And the next thing you knew, your hands were already down your pajama shorts─reaching beneath that lace underwear of yours to feel your slick heat.

Clay groans, spitting onto his hand to get his lengthy cock nice and wet. "Fuck, all I've been thinking about since I've been gone is you and that perfect body of yours." He thrusts his hip up into his hand.

You whine, unable to form any coherent words.

A dark chuckle came from his throat, slowly increasing the pace. "What? Cat got your tongue, babe?" He teases.

If you two were in any other situation than this, you would have been rolling your eyes in annoyance. But, in this case? Your eyes were hitting the back of your head in pleasure.

"C'mon, I wanna hear you." Clay encourages.

You moan, back arching off the mattress. "Clay.." You whine.

God, you really were weak for him. It was pathetic.

Clayton nods lazily against the phone, moving his hand up and down his length. "Yeah, I'm here, baby.. I'm here,"

After a few more pushes and sweet nothings, both of you had released without a care in the world. A few moments of silence pass, collecting your breath.

Then, in a low, but surprisingly soft tone, "I'll be home before you know it."