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synopsis: you leave for a party looking too good for court's peace of mind. hours later, he's still waiting outside your apartment door.
pairing: court gentry x fem!neighbor reader
warning: smut !MDNI! | p*rn with small plot | age gap (reader is in her twenties) | slightly kinky | overstimulation
words count: 4K
a/n: hi!! this is my first writing after spending a very long time convinced i had retired from my fic writer era entering rygos universe changed everything. this one-shot(?) is part of this little universe i've been building for this court x reader, where the reader is court's neighbor. i already have a lot more planned for them like how they met and plenty of fluffy moments. so if you end up enjoying this one and would like to see more of them, please lmk! it would genuinely make me so happy. english isn't my first language, and even though i proofread everything, there are probably still a few mistakes here and there, so i apologize in advance. i wrote this while listening to kinky love by pale saints so that's why name it like this. my profile is still a work in progress, but i also wrote a few colt seavers headcanons if you're looking for something quick to read too here.
It wasn't in your plans to run into Court and Claire on your way out to a party with your friends, but it happened anyway. You were all dressed up in a halter top tied with a single knot at the front, exposing the skin of your belly and a deep cleavage, paired with a tight black mini skirt and boots. It was the perfect outfit for a night out, and you felt incredible in it. Deep down, of course, you wanted Court to see you like this, but since you had no idea what his schedule looked like that day, there was no way of knowing where you'd run into him.
Claire had no idea about the two of you, which was almost funny considering she was always telling you that you were far too pretty to be single. You weren't exactly dating Court, but things between you had settled into something steady. Most of the time, you meet at your apartment. Always at night and in secret. You loved it, but a part of you also wanted to tell the whole world that this man had completely messed your feelings up.
Claire is the first one to spot you as she's walking into the building just as you're stepping out of the elevator.
"Oh my God! You look amazing!" she says enthusiastically the second she reaches you.
The two of you had grown surprisingly close over the past few months, she was a social butterfly so it was mostly impossible not to become friends despite the age difference between you two. You started to see her as the younger sister you never had.
"Hey, Claire." you hug her. "And thank you… Don't you think it's a bit much?"
She tilts her head while studying you with an adorably serious expression on her face.
"Spin around."
You laugh shyly and do as she asks, dying of embarrassment because, suddenly, the man carrying several grocery bags steps into view behind her.
"What's the occasion?" Claire asks.
"A friend's birthday. We're going to a club to celebrate."
"Then it's perfect!" Claire claps her hands excitedly. You notice Court being completely silent the moment he looks at you.
Subtly and almost instinctively his gaze travels from your head to your toes. Not even Court knows what hits him at that moment. It's as if every system inside him started to crash out the second he sees you in that outfit. He'd seen you in countless different ways before, but never like this. You looked beautiful. Stunning. However his instincts as an agent kicked in before anything else. Claire couldn't know about the two of you. Not yet. So he forced himself to stay chill and nonchalant.
You catch Claire glancing at him, silently urging him to say something and rescue everyone from the awkward silence hanging in the air. But you already know he won't do anything.
"Well… my friends are probably waiting for me. I'd better get going."
You wave goodbye and head toward the exit while they continue their way toward the elevator.
"Have fun!" Claire yells after you. "And hook up with some hot guy!"
"Claire!" you and Court speak at the exact same time. The difference is that your voice is full of shock, while his voice sounds much more like a scolding.
Claire covers her mouth to hide a laugh before stepping into the elevator with him.
"We're going to have a talk about that vocabulary of yours, young lady" Court says as they make their way upstairs.
"I didn't say anything wrong." Claire shrugs. "She should hook up with someone. She's in her twenties and I've never seen her with anybody since we moved here."
Court tries to keep his composure as they walk into the apartment but he fails completely. He can't stop thinking about you. About you in that outfit. About you at that club. About some random guy walking up to you. He isn't even sure what jealousy feels like. Is this jealousy? He doesn't know. What he does know is that the feeling consumes him within seconds. He has to do something. He puts the groceries away and then has dinner with Claire while she happily tells him about the new music she's discovered that week, and then calls the babysitter who usually stays with Claire whenever he's away on missions. He tells her he needs her to stay with Claire that night. She was competent, handpicked by the CIA, and someone he trusted completely.
The only difference was… Tonight wasn't about a mission. It was about an entirely different kind of mission. Court has no idea what time you'll be home. But he'll wait as long as it takes. When the babysitter arrives, he's relieved knowing Claire won't be alone and will be safe for the night. There's only one place left for him to go. Your door. And that's exactly where he'll stay until you finally come home hours later.
You aren't much of a drinker. That night you'd had one drink and nothing else. So when you step onto your floor and find the sight of that broad-shouldered man sitting outside your apartment door, you can't blame it on the alcohol and that you are possibly seeing visions. The sight was so real and makes your heart ache.
"Court…" You speak just as he looks up and rises to his feet. "What are you doing here? Is Claire okay?"
He seems to snap out of a trance the moment he sees you.
"Yeah. She's okay. She's with the babysitter." he says to comfort you "You look so beautiful." Court says it simply.
You aren't quite as tidy as you were when he first saw you that night. Your hair is a little messier now and your makeup is no longer flawless. But Court meant every word.
"I just wanted to be with you tonight."
And just like that, you melted. You hurry to find your keys in your purse and unlock the door. The moment you're inside, you pull Court in after you. His hands immediately find your waist, bringing you closer before he kisses you like it's the only thing he's wanted to do all night. You can tell he's trying to hold himself back to keep from looking too desperate, but there's nothing restrained about the kiss itself. It's firm and intentional.
Without breaking it, he gently presses your back against the wall. One hand slides up to cradle your neck pulling you even closer as he deepens the kiss. Court pulls away from the kiss for a moment, keeping his eyes locked on yours as his hands slowly trail down your legs. For a second you think he's about to do something else, but his hands just trail down your legs until they reach the zippers of your boots. He's careful taking them off one at a time with patience.
You find yourself thinking you would give this man absolutely anything he asked for in that moment.
Then, in one smooth motion he straightens back up, slips a hand behind your neck and pulls you into another kiss. This one is deeper and needier. You feel his tongue against yours, exploring your mouth as if he wants to consume you right there. Without breaking the kiss, he begins guiding you by your hips as the two of you stumble clumsily toward your bedroom. He already knows the way so you make it there quickly.
He finally breaks the kiss though he stays close enough that you can still feel his breath against your skin. His gaze drops to your chest. The front-tie top had put your cleavage on display all night and ever since that moment he'd first laid eyes on you earlier that night, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about undoing that damned knot.
"I thought I was going to lose my mind, you know that?" he said, almost breathless.
His whisper so close to your lips, combined with the warmth radiating from him, leaves you so lightheaded that you almost don't catch what he says.
"I spent the entire night thinking about doing this." He reaches up and gently tugs at the bow of your shirt undoing the knot.
Court finally gets the sight he'd been craving all night. Your swollen boobs just for him. His eyes linger on you, taking you in like he can't quite believe you're real. One hand cups the side of your neck while he buries his face against the other, breathing you in before pressing soft kisses to the places he already knows make you melt. The kisses descend to your breasts where he sucks and bites.
"Ah… Court," you breathe.
He pauses just long enough to slip the top completely off your body. Taking a single step back, he keeps his eyes fixed on you as his hands move to the buckle of his belt. He slowly slides it free. The simple sight of him pulling the belt from his jeans is so unbearably erotic that you have to bite back a whimper instinctively pressing your thighs together.
You have no idea what he's about to do and you're already so turned on that you'd let him do almost anything to you.
"Give me your hands." he says.
Even unsure of where this is going, you hold them out to him anyway.
"What are you going to do?" you ask, trying not to sound too needy.
A corner of his mouth lifts.
"Oh… I think you've probably got a pretty good idea."
He threads the belt around both of your wrists, bringing them together before fastening the buckle. Just like that, your hands are tied. It's confusing and somehow incredibly exciting. Once he's finished, Court slips off his jacket where underneath is a fitted black t-shirt with short sleeves that hugs his broad shoulders and defined biceps. It isn't long before that comes off too. Without thinking, you try reach for him. You want to touch him so bad. That body. Him. But your hands are bound and there's nothing you can do.
Court notices immediately and gives a small shake of his head.
"Only when I let you, princess."
You want to whine, but instead you force yourself to keep a straight face. Even if you're thoroughly annoyed. Annoyed in the most arousing way possible.
Now wearing only his jeans, he steps closer and rests a hand on each side of your waist before gently turning you around until your back is against his chest. His hands drift slowly over your belly, his touch featherlight as he takes his time breathing in the scent lingering in the crook of your neck and peppering it with slow kisses. That alone is enough to make your head fall back against his shoulder.
His hands find the waistband of your skirt, sliding it and your panties down your legs until they pool around your ankles.
"Lift your feet for me." he says, his voice is calm and commanding.
You obediently lift one foot then the other, allowing him to remove the last of your clothes.
"Good girl."
He steps back into place behind you. This time, standing even closer, you can feel the heat pouring off his body. You can even feel the hard outline of him pressing against your ass through the fabric of his jeans.
"I don't want you to be scared," he murmurs against your ear "but I think you need a little lesson tonight."
You hear him stripping off the rest of his clothes and it drives you crazy not being able to see him. Then, with nothing separating you anymore, you feel his erection brush against your lower back drawing a quiet moan from your lips.
"Now I need you to listen to me," court says, his voice low against your ear. "You're going to get on the bed on all fours, then stretch your arms out in front of you so they can support you. I don't want you to hurt yourself… but I want all of you."
Your head spins with the pleasure already flooding your body.
Having your wrists bound makes moving a little limited, but Court steadies you as you climb onto the bed. You settle onto your knees and carefully slide your hands forward. Just when you think you've found a comfortable position, Court grips your hips firmly and draws you back toward him, arching your body exactly the way he wants.
"Fuck… you're so hot like this. All beautiful for me" he says.
There's something about the position and about barely being able to see him that makes you even more wet for him, you can feel run through your legs. Court surprises you by sliding his fingers through your wet pussy and you can't hold a moan that escapes from your lips.
"Fuck… you're already so wet and I've barely touched you." He bends down, his lips grazing your ear. "Do you like it when I'm like this?"
You take a shaky breath. You're fighting with everything you have to keep yourself together, but you can't resist answering with just a little attitude.
"Like what? Bossy?"
A low laugh rumbles from his chest, closer to a groan than anything else. That sound alone does something catastrophic inside of you. His fingers continue tracing lazy circles, teasing your entrance before drifting over your clit. You can tell he isn't trying to make you come. He's just enjoying teasing you up. The moment his fingers leave you, you let out a frustrated whimper.
"Court… please…" you whine.
"Please, what?" You can't see him, but you know he's stroking himself before dragging the tip of his cock teasingly against your slick folds. The contact pulls another moan from you. "C'mon… use your words."
"Fuck me, please. Court… I need you."
A quiet chuckle came from his mouth.
"Okay. I'll take that."
Then he slowly pushes inside you. It takes more than one thrust before he's fully inside of you and even those first measured movements are enough to make your breath catch. Despite your bound wrists, you manage to clutch at the sheets. You need something to hold onto.
Court starts slow, but it doesn't take long before his rhythm builds up. He's been starving for you all night.
"Fuck… I thought about being inside you all night. You know that, huh?" His grip on your hips is so tight you're sure it'll leave bruises tomorrow and you couldn't care less.
"Court…" It's almost pathetic that his name is the only thing you're capable of saying through your broken breaths and quiet moans.
His pace eases slightly though he never stops moving.
"Tell me something." He pauses just enough to look down at you. "Did some guy hit on you tonight?"
What kind of question is that?
"What?" you are confused and don't know where he's going with this.
"Did anybody come up to you tonight?" his voice is calm.
Your breath catches. You're so lost in the feeling of him moving inside you that it takes a second to remember the party. But then you do. One guy, a friend of your friend's boyfriend. He'd come up to you on the dance floor and rested a hand on your waist trying to flirt with you. You'd stepped away immediately and told him you weren't interested.
What you had with Court was a secret, but the truth was simple. You didn't want anyone who wasn't him. The guy got the message and left you alone for the rest of the night.
"Yes" you finally admit.
"Yeah huh?" His grip tightens slightly. "What'd he do?"
His pace picks up again making it harder to catch your breath.
"He came up to me on the dance floor… He grabbed my waist…"" a moan came out of your mouth. "Court… baby… I think I'm close."
"Grabbed your waist" he repeats almost to himself. Like he still can't quite believe another man had the nerve to put his hands on you.
"I wish he could see us now." His voice drops into a rough murmur. "He's not fucking you like this."
He quickens his pace inside you and your head starts to spin. You're so close. The feeling makes you roll your hips trying to press them impossibly closer to his. Your knuckles have turned white from gripping the sheets so tightly.
"Oh, c'mon, Court," you breathe. "No one would fuck me like you do."
"Say that again."
He stills completely buried deep inside you. You whimper at the feeling. You don't want him to stop, you need him to keep going until you reach the orgasm that's so achingly close.
"No one…" you whimper "Would fuck me like you."
"Good girl."
Then, in one smooth motion, he pulls out of you completely. The sudden emptiness hits so hard that a loud frustrated moan tears from your throat.
"Fuck, what are you doing?"
He lets out that same rough laugh again, half chuckle, half growl, the sound unraveling something deep inside you. His hands are quick as they settle on your hips, moving you onto your back. You're a complete mess of horny, sweat, and frustration so much that you feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
"Court, I need you so much" you cry out.
Lying on your back now, your wrists still bound above your head, you watch him settle between your legs. For the first time, you get the view you've been craving for, the defined lines of his abdomen and his throbbing cock. Just seeing him towering over you takes your breath away as he climbs over your body until his face is only inches from yours.
"I know, honey," he murmurs, cupping your face in one hand. His thumb traces over your lips before gently wiping away the tears that have slipped down your cheeks. "You are so beautiful for me right now."
A soft whimper slips from your lips as the tip of his cock brushes against your slick entrance. Instead of pushing inside, he teases you dragging it slowly through your wetness. Then he kisses you. It's slow and warm, his tongue gliding against yours with nothing but want and desire. You want to touch his face so bad, to pull him even closer, but you just can’t.
As Court sucks gently on your bottom lip, he slides into you without warning. The sudden fullness draws a moan from both of you, swallowed by each other's mouths. The sound that rumbles from deep in his throat is so low and so primal that it vibrates through your entire body. You pull your knees up a little higher, your toes curling into the sheets.
"I need you too" he whispers against your lips.
He starts moving with a slightly erratic rhythm and you know he's just as close to the edge as you are. He thrusts deeper and deeper until there's almost no space left between your bodies and the touch of his skin against yours is enough to make you lose yourself. Court lets his head fall beside yours, finding the curve of your neck. You can feel his uneven breaths against your skin and everything about the moment is intoxicating.
"Ah… Court, I'm so close" you gasp between broken moans.
"It's okay, baby you can come right now," he whispers against your skin, never slowing the relentless rhythm of his hips "Come for me, huh?"
He keeps up the faster pace and all you can hear are your own moans, his rough grunts, and the sound of your bodies meeting over and over again. The pressure in your lower belly builds up until it's almost unbearable. Your toes curl tighter into the sheets as pleasure crashes over you all at once. Another cry escapes from your lips, your back arching as your orgasm finally takes you. Your walls tighten around him, drawing another groan from his throat.
Above you, Court is hanging on by a thread. You feel the moment he starts to tremble before he thrusts into you one last time, impossibly deep. He lets out a low grunt against your ear and then his body gives in, collapsing on top of yours. He comes inside you, and the feeling washes over you in another wave of warmth.
"Oh my…" you whisper, your voice barely audible.
Your lips are so close to his shoulder that you can't resist pressing a soft kiss there. You loved stealing little kisses like that whenever you had the chance. His body reacts instantly, and he turns his head to look at you.
"You were so perfect for me" he says before leaning in to kiss you again.
This one is gentle. He savors your lips one at a time, kissing you as though it might be the last time. You kiss him back with the same tenderness. He shifts on top of you and slowly pulls out, the movement making your body twitch with a few involuntary spasms from how sensitive you still are.
"Court, untie me please" you say.
"Hmm…" He rolls onto his side, turning to face you as he watches you with an amused expression. "Should I?"
Court leans in while kissing your neck while his large hand glides down your stomach. Your body responds instinctively at his touch. His fingers brush over you in slow teasing strokes and you squirm beneath his hand.
"I'll untie you," he murmurs, trailing kisses from your neck to your collarbone then down to your breast "if you come for me one more time."
You know it's far from impossible, but you still let out a frustrated little moan. Deep down you can't deny that you're enjoying every second of it. Court doesn't put his fingers inside of you to push you any closer. He already knows he can bring you to the edge with nothing more than the way he's touching you now. His fingertips find your clit again rubbing slow at first before growing firmer and more deliberate. The sensation is incredible. You moan and writhe beneath him.
Court is focused on kissing and sucking your breast before returning to your neck. As his hand quickens its rhythm, you feel yourself climbing toward another orgasm again. A louder moan escapes your mouth followed by a helpless whimper against him.
"Fuck, baby, that's it. So good, coming for me again. Such a good girl" he whispers into your ear.
He lingers for a few more strokes teasing your clit before bringing his own fingers to his mouth and licking them clean.
"You're so fucking sweet, you know?"
You look at him like you could devour him though there's not much you can do in your current position.
A mischievous grin spreads across his face.
"Give me your hands" Court says.
You obey, lowering your arms from above your head and placing your wrists in his hands. Court is gentle as he unbuckles the belt and slips it free. Relief floods through you as the pressure disappears.
Still holding one of your hands, he presses a kiss to your wrist before leaving a slow trail of kisses along the inside of your forearm.
"So… you really liked this idea, didn't you?" you ask playfully.
"I think it might've been my best one yet" he replies still focused on your hand. He kisses the back of it before finally lifting his eyes to meet yours.
Your gazes lock and for a moment you lose yourself in the stormy blue-gray of his eyes.
"The only part I didn't like was not being able to touch you" and finally you cup his face in both hands and pull him into another kiss.
Taking the opportunity, you shift until you're on top of him without breaking the kiss. Your hands linger on his face before sliding into his hair. You could do this for the rest of your life.
"I think I should make you jealous more often" you tease "I kind of liked this."
"I wasn't jealous" he says with shameless confidence.
But the smile he's trying to hide and the way his eyes dart away tell a completely different story.
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Summary: In which Lars has developed this little obsession with his neighbor and sneaking to her house as a hobby not till he got caught.
Pairing: Lars Lindstrom!sub x gn!soft dom
Warning: p*rn with small plot • no use of Y/N • use of profanity • virgin!prev!lars • stalking • burglary • male receiving?
Words Count: 2k
Note: this was supposed to be blurb only but i guess i cant be minimal and not to be descriptive esp if its about lars lol
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit fan work made for entertainment purposes only. All rights and credits belong to the original creators. Any fictional elements or resemblance to real people or events are purely coincidental.
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“Hi, Lars! Good morning!” Lars stopped for a second look at you as you got his attention with your sweet morning.
“Hi. Good morning.” look away in an instant and squeeze his eyes before he waves at you and says “Bye.” then runs to his house.
You often see Lars during your morning routine, either when you are watering your yard or when you are running around the block, not all mornings, but if you do so he would've only give a quick wave, smile and longest is greetings like that. With that big appearance you'll surely notice every move he does.
Since you move in the neighborhood, you always find him interesting. Big guy living in a small house (it's a garage btw) and most people see it as an awful situation but for you it's not, if there's so it would be more on eerie? no, eyed on?— or maybe due to the fact that your house is right in front of his.
You don't really think much about it.
Lars is a good boy, right? He won't even think of something else, you should‘ve stopped thinking wrong about him.
A tall frame of a man behind his window watches you while you are preparing for your morning routine. Lars never wanted to bother you nor get your attention yet he wanted connection, connection more than watching you behind his windows. feeling your presence.
His vision may not be in its best but he still observes you from there. standing straight. still in his boots while a blanket wrapped around his neck, eyes are on you.
Sinful as he is, but he'd tried before not to be consumed by lust only to find himself humping against his pillow at night thinking about you in your running wear dreaming his pillow as you while he continuously rubs his shaft against it till he came blissfully.
Watching some times wasn't enough for him. So when he gets a chance, he sneaks into your house just to feel your presence to his skin. Lars never took any of your stuff, he only linger around— goes to your kitchen to imagine you cooking for him, in bathroom to imagine you there asking him to join you and ofc your bedroom where all his blissful thoughts are placed the most.
He just stands in those places, firmly closes his eyes and imagines you with him in there. Then he gets out of the house through your backdoor. Easy as that.
So after couple of minutes when you left you house and make sure no one's outside might caught him, he went straight to your backdoor— only to find out it was locked. he often doesn't push more but he badly needs to feel you today to fuel up his desires. he desperately attempt to push the door hard, but no matter how hard he tries the door won't get open.
As he walked through the side of your yard, his eyes caught the attention of your front door. It was slightly open. Doubt and desperation made him squeeze his eyes shut and bite down on his lower lip before walking fast to your front door and steps in the house.
before all the sneaking ins happened, you have invited him before many times and he only came inside when you needed help with your light bulb. yet didn't know that will lead him to something like this: trespassing as a hobby.
Lars still manages to rub his boots on your rag before entering your house, and as he steps in he feels every sense in his body with just one inhale of the scent of your house. approximately he still has 10 more minutes before you come back from your jogging. He carefully walks through your living room, he's even watching steps.
As soon as he stepped in your living room, his body froze in surprise at your unexpected presence. “Hi, Lars.” You greet him and smile mischievously. He couldn't say a word while he could feel his heart beating fast in his chest, basically he's glued from where he is standing while sweating bullets.
You stood up and walked towards him, “Need anything?” and put a smile on your face that frightens him. Lars tries to stay calm but with his eyes continuously blinking and shivering lips, he fails to keep it cool. “N-nothing actually. I am about to go—”
“Then what brings you here, Lars?” You cut his words and grabbed his collar, making no other choice but to face you and just avoid your stares. He bites his lower lip with his whole upper lip barely keeping himself together. “Why don't you sit first?” you asked.
he mouthed ‘okay’ and sat on your couch, uncomfortably.
Lars made the heaviest inhales and shakiest exhales in his entire life while looking at your floor. He knew that you have an idea already, he can't be perfect with those times he sneak in especially when he almost got caught. Which it wasn't ‘almost’.
firmly pressed his eyelids together, “Look, I’m just concerned when I saw your f-front door open and—” “Sshh” you bent over to level with his face and pressed a finger in his lips and cupped his chin to make him look up at you.
“I installed three cameras last month. One at the front door, one at the back door...” you leaned in just enough to murmur the last one near your ear. “...in my bedroom.”
The moment his left eye met yours, it twitched. Guilt washed over his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, his brows knitting together as if he wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole. “S-sorry...” he whispered.
In his entire life, this was the biggest mistake he had ever made—yet he had been caught completely red-handed.
“Such a bad... bad boy. aren't you?”
His eyes met yours again, but with complete confusion. your words are sending him signals yet he doesn't want to misunderstand it and make himself more embarrassing. “I am asking you, Lars. Are you a bad boy?”
“Yes... I am.” His eyes were full of lust as he looked up to you from your couch where he's sitting. “I am a bad boy...”
“Yeah, I know what you did. Going upstairs in my bedroom and standing there staring at my bed. What are you thinking out there, huh? answer me.”
Lars' chest rises up and down with the excitement from the thoughts coming to his head all at once. He feels like passing out any time soon. “You, and me in your b-bed...” his teeth were biting his lower lip that was covered by his mustache, harder this time.
“and what?” you asked while your hands are still his cheeks.
“while I am...” swallows air that shows an obvious bobbed of his throat. “...undressing you.”
You smiled at him and eyes dropped to his pants. “unbuckle it.” you commanded. He gladly follows you, nodding while looking straight to your eyes. He never looks at someone else's eyes longer than yours.
Lars undo his belt and unzip his pants even hands were shaking from excitement of what's next. His boxers were peaking out in between his unzipped pants with an obvious bulge building in it. “Should I tell you what you need to do?” You whispered to his ears as you sat down on his side.
He closed his eyes and slowly pulled his pants and boxers off till half of his thigh. There, his cock sprung out and hit his belly. It's huge and thick. That's the fattest cock you've ever seen and all this time he's keeping it in his pants.
your core was throbbing as soon as you saw it and your mouth watery. As much as you want to sit on it, you need to keep in character and show him dominance. While Lars was trying not to be embarrassed while you were staring at his dick.
“Now,” you started, “I want you to tell me what you were thinking while you were in my bedroom, while jerking off...”
That was too much for Lars. He's not familiar with this game.
He slowly shook his head but only to find your teeth in his ears and your hands guiding him to wrap it around his shaft. “Now, where are we?”
You start to guide him to move his hand up and down slowly in his shaft. “I undress you.” you let go of his hand when he is jerking his shaft by himself and whispered ‘good boy’.
“...and I kissed your jaw, then your ears, and your cheeks and your shoulders...” he felt the familiar heaviness of his breath. The room was getting hotter, which felt like it's burning his cheeks.
“then I– I lay you down when we are— oh god— both naked.” All of the fear and guilt he felt earlier was now turn to desire and lust as he continued to jerk off himself. “You ask me to suck your nipples and– and suck it like— ugh— like there's milk in there”
For some moment, his mind went blank and only continued to watch his hand masturbate. That's the time you need to remind yourself, “Lars...”
He met your eyes again and now it tells you he needed you so bad, “You moan there— oh god I need you.” he said but the way he cries tells you that he was the one needing you. his free hand found the edge of your couch and grip on it. pinning himself to your couch.
Lars leaned his head on the head board of your couch while his hand was still moving up and down, “I watch you when I insert myself in your— please...” he moaned and met your eyes again, ”I need you, please. I'll be a good boy, I swear.” he pleaded.
You slide your hand from his arm down to his hand and guide it back on jerking. “Sshhh you still have a story to tell. Why don't you finish it?”
frowning from being denied and continuing to move his hand, “and I thrust— I thrust my cock and I make you scream and beg for— oh ugh— while begging for more.”
“What do I look like?” You asked that almost make him come by just remembering what you look like in his mind. “You were so needy, you need me. You need me to pound on you more. y-you are so sweaty there and your boobs— shit— they were bouncing— sweet jesus...”
His head dropped on your neck and buried it there, “I'm near... please... I'm near.” He cried.
“You'll only come when I say, and you need to finish that story.” You heard him whine soft from frustration, he continued while still buried in your shoulders, “You were sore but you still asked for more... It took time for me to hit your gspot but– but– I got it and you were crying, begging for me to continue hitting it.”
he paused for a second then there you noticed him catching his breath harder, “I'm near please... please...” he begs.
You grabbed his hair and made him look at you again, “You finish when you finish it.”
Left no choice but to continue, “I was marking your collarbone, c-chest, boobs and even near to your n-nipple.” his cock throbbing in pain, he badly needed to cum. ”You were so sweaty under me, and I lick those off while I'm still in— shit shit— I'm still in you.”
“I can feel you in my cock, so slimy, so wet, it was so— fuck— it was hot. It was better than my pillows I used at night when you visited my mind—”
“—and then you kissed me. You kissed me hard and you came after– after I thrust deep on you.” His jaw was shaking when he looked at you, “You asked me to cum inside and I came inside you, your cum mixed there.”
his face plushed and the grip in his cock went tighter. You smiled at him mischievously before taking his hands off and exchanging with yours that absolutely loses his mind. After a few strokes, he unloads himself and comes into your hands.
Lars was exhausted by pleasure, guiltiness touched his core again combined with embarrassment while his thing was still out. But he's never been satisfied like this before. You both watch as his cum drips down to your couch and floor. “That's a ton, bad boy.” you smirked.
“Now, let's choose the version of my choice.” whispering in his ears.
Summary: It tasted heaven to have Driver as your boyfriend, everything seems perfect not till he has shown you who really he was- something that you can't escape.
!TRIGGER WARNING! MDNI • read at your own risk • dark theme • mention of injury • blood • d3ath • harassment • character on illness • obsessive / sociopath behavior • graphic m*rder •
Word Count: 3k ish
Note: I have to cut driver's pov bc im going 5k already lmao but might write make prequel or something.
Tag: @existential-interstellar-crisis @viennablush @irlr0gue @kitoiopi @prudejudee
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit fan work made for entertainment purposes only. All rights and credits belong to the original creators. Any fictional elements or resemblance to real people or events are purely coincidental.
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In the whole dinner you were complaining about your new boss to Driver and all of the bullshit he’d done in the past few weeks he’s there. “Can't you believe that? He is like what? One and half freaking week there and he wants to change everything.” You said and pressed your fingers to your temple. As you open your eyes, a familiar glass of smoothie is placed in front of you.
“Is this?” You were looking for answers as you turned your head to him. He just smiled and bobbed his head in agreement, a soft “uh-huh” being the only response you got from him, “My favorite Pumpkin Spice Latt and mhmm in oat milk.”
he walks behind you while still sitting in front of the dining table and starts to run his hand in your back and massage you with caution.
“y’change your shampoo, baby?” He quietly asked you. His hands were so light in your back that they ease tensions in your mind.
“Y-yes…” you simply answered with your eyes closed, enjoying the massage while sipping your smoothie, blissfully unaware of just how close his face was to your neck. He stayed there for a moment while you were still unaware, quietly taking in your scent. It had become his favorite comfort, something he found impossible to stay away from for too long. The more he tried to ignore it, the more he felt like he'd lose his mind without you.
it was obvious that his body temperature starts to rise up with just sniffin the your body scent from your neck. He won't get used to the euphoric sensation your body scent gave to him. and nobody can take that away from him. No one. “Ouch! Babe!” You screamed out when his thumb pressed more firmly against your back.
Before you could look at him, he immediately pulled himself away and looked at you like nothing happened. “ouchie, you press it hard.” You said and slightly pouted your lips. Every time you do that it makes him want to pick you and bring you to the bedroom.
He guided you to stand up and placed his hand on your waist while pinning you on the counter. “How about we…” pecks you in your lips and rests his forehead on yours,“…bring this to your bedroom? how's that sound like, baby?” His lips form a mischievous smile yet his eyes tell something more— something deeper.
“Babe, I'm so tired today and…” his ears were sealed and instead started planting kisses on your neck, “…and we just did it yesterday, didn't we?”
His warm exhales are touching your neck as he makes his way to your ears, “How about we shower together instead? I bought your shower milk salt scrub… wanna try that instead?” his eyes were shut while pressing his body against yours embracing every inch of your skin that he could feel.
Driver gently tugged at the collar of your shirt, just enough to check the faint marks he'd left there before. He always teased you about letting him leave them higher on your neck, but you refused. You dealt with customers every day, and the last thing you needed was office gossip. So you meet halfway—you'd let him put as much as he wanted, but only below the collar where no one else could see.
You felt his hand tugging the edge of your shirt and ready to take it off you whenever you surrender to his touch and kisses.
but then your phone suddenly rings.
Your attention shifted to your ringing phone and tried to reach it but he took your hand and placed it inside his shirt where you can feel his hard abs underneath. He knew you were too weak for those. “That could wait but I can't…” He basically whispers to your lips while his big hands rub in circles on your thigh.
Yet you hate more when a call keeps ringing. So while he is busy placing kisses in your neck and caressing your clothed thigh.
As you pick up your phone, your manager’s name shows up on your screen.
[ Branch Manager (Do not pick up) 4 missed calls…]
His hands back on the wheels to drop you back to your work in the middle of the night for this urgent filling up of shift as one of your coworkers didn’t appear for their shift. You can’t blame them either.
You reached for his hair, gently playing with it. You knew he hated when you covered extra shifts, made him feel less priority but he never complained. He just drove you to work anyway.
Everything felt strange when you first met him. You had so much in common it almost blew your mind. Quiet as he was, he wasn't boring. If anything, he was like you, just in a different form. From the pottery class you go every tuesday morning, gym class you signed up accidentally for 2 years to org you help twice in a month— you were that locked in enough not to notice him in the background when he's always there.
Made a match by heaven? You claim that already after finding out all of those.
He would make you your favorite authentic carbonara every night or even go to drive thru without even asking whenever you are craving fries dip in sundae— even knowing the exact time to buy a fresh bagel from your favs store. You can’t wish for anything else.
As the car stopped in the same parking lot, you gave him a kiss before jumping out of his car, “Please don’t wait here, I’ll just call a cab after this shift.” you said leaning in his window before walking towards the store. He watches you as you walk away till you give him one last wave before entering the exit of the store.
While on the road, a familiar buzz caught his attention. He used his other hand to look for it on your seat and found your phone on the left side of your seat. He managed to unlock it while still hand on the wheels and a message from your work bestie made him turn his wheels back to store.
1 message received
bitch wdym? im on my shift i just went lunch.
“Oh you’re here!” turn your head from where the voice is coming from only to find your manager with a rascally disgusting grin in his face walking towards you when you are about to clock.
“You know what? You don’t have to clock in, I'll just set your timesheet as the whole day but you can go home by 4am, half day? right?” He said that you instantly agreed thinking it was sort of compensation for covering the shift.
You quietly followed him down the hall, to help with the inventory for the stockroom as he asked. Yet with every step toward his office, an uneasy feeling settled deeper in your stomach. You tried to ignore it, telling yourself you were overthinking.
When you reached the office, he let you step inside first before him.
You had barely taken a few steps inside when you heard it.
A click.
The sound of the doorknob locking behind you.
Your heart skipped. You wanted to turn around but your feet seemed stoned from where you were standing. “I-inventory, right?” voice cracked. You didn't want to assume the worst. You didn't want to believe he had bad intentions. But the fact remained: you were alone, locked inside an office with a supervisor who had given you more than enough reasons to be suspicious.
The room suddenly felt much smaller.
You sat in his chair, scrolling through the store's inventory files while trying to focus on the monitor. His presence from behind keeps your mind distracted, in a way that makes yourself alert.
“You seem really good with that..” he said. Before you could respond, his hands settled on the armrests on either side of you, practically trapping you in place. His index slides up from your elbow to your shoulder. “I really appreciate you helping me tonight tho…” He mumbles from the back of your head enough to hear it. A knot formed in your stomach. Something was wrong.
Your breathing grew heavier when his hand rested on your shoulder and started rubbing it. Your mind started to panic now and your body felt glued from where you were sitting. His touch crept from your shoulder down your arm. Next thing he did caught you off guard when he slid his hand down to your chest and grabbed your breast.
You shoved him away and rushed for the door, but he grabbed your ankle and yanked you back. Your nose slammed against the door as you crashed into the side of his desk. “Fuck you!— help! help me!” You cried for help for your life, fighting against him.
Your arms suddenly get weak and all you could do is to scream for help while he’s on your neck and hands trying to wrap on your wrist to dominate you.
Then the sound of a kick from the other side of the door caught his attention which gave you a window to crawl away from him and sit on the corner. When the door finally opened and you saw the driver step in.
He cannot explain the wrath he felt when his eyes met your and saw you trying to squeeze your body in the corner of the room. crumble uniform, tousled hair and scratches on your skin. “Did he?” He simply asked you and the only thing you could do is to raise your head up and down. That's the only thing he needed to know.
He’s still wearing the same face you see everyday but his ambiance is completely dark and you knew there's no way he could be stopped. Driver walks towards your manager, barely clenched jaw but eyes darken. He barely expressed any emotion in his face but every move his body does tells everyone in the room how pissed he is.
“There’s a misunderstanding in here—!” before your manager could explain more, driver’s fist landed on his face and before he could step back, he grabbed his hair and slammed his head in his own table and he didn't stop there he kept slamming your manager till the blood dripped down to the floor.
He paused for a minute letting your now unconscious manager drop on the floor, and looked at you. “Where did he…?” You simply point out the swivel chair even though your hands were still trembling from what happened. You watch him take the chair and throw it to his body, again and again.
For a moment you felt satisfaction while looking at the body and watching it turn to pieces with fragments scattering around the office. But then when your gaze landed on your boyfriend who was still unsatisfied crushing the body on the floor, it hit you. You swallowed while eyes widened.
Fear starts to crawl on your skin, fear of realizing not knowing your own boyfriend really was. words trapped on your throat and you have no energy to stop him. “Babe…” That was the only thing you could say.
Driver turned to you and saw the horror in your eyes. You can see how his expression shifted after seeing you afraid of him. You two now showed terror in each other's eyes but in different ways. His was all about you fearing him.
It's been weeks since you last saw him. You did try your best to stay away from him and not let your paths cross again. ofc he did try to reach out and kept messaging and calling you the first week. Even though hard it was, you cut all contact with him.
heavy sigh escapes from your lips as you count the remaining money in your pocket. You were moving from place to another just to not get caught by him and especially by the authorities. not trying to hide truly but only avoiding them. Yet you never heard anything about that night, it only haunts you even though you knew he deserved it. Bc you know there's no way he would survive what Driver did to him.
Luckily your family is in another state, you don't need to worry if he’ll bother them just to know your location or what. Right now you are staying at a friend’s place, lucky enough she’s flown across the country, so you have the whole apartment by yourself. You won’t need to worry about paying a cheap motel to stay for the next 3 weeks.
It was a rainy night and your lazy ass doesn't want to leave the apartment so you choose to order pizza tonight. As the bell rings, you immediately get yourself up and go to the front door to pick up the pizza you ordered. You instantly grab the other side of the pizza box from the delivery guy and give your card using your free hand to him.
“Sorry, didn't get your new haven.” he simply said, your gaze went to his hat that almost covers his face while he’s slightly facing the floor.
“It’s fine I order for new york–…” you paused for a minute when you saw blood dripping from the side of his head. “are you okay–?” it suddenly hits you that you didn't mention your favorite pizza flavor to them. that frightened you more than the thunder growling from his background.
Your eyes landed to the other corner of the pizza box and there you saw a pair of hands with leather gloves on and you looked up and you saw the familiar white jacket glazing inside of the other red jacket he’s wearing. you wanted to speak but the words are stuck on your throat and your feet cannot move an inch from where you were standing. hands were trembling while still holding the other end of the pizza box.
It doesn't need to be checked, you could clearly see from your peripheral an unconscious body lying on the porch.
as your eyes landed on his face, you watch the corner of his lips curl and form a smirk. slowly looking up at you to meet your eyes and from there he never left yours, he stared at you like a starved man who has found his prey.
he had found you.
You didn't wait for him to say anything, you immediately grabbed the door and tried to lock yourself inside but he was too fast and used his hand to block the door pushing it towards you to let himself in. You tried to run to the bedroom but only to be grabbed by your shirt and pinned to the wall right next to the bedroom. You are now facing the wall while his hand, your hair and his face in your neck.
Driver took time sniffing on your skin and leaving soft bites. “I miss you…” He mumbles while the tip of his nose tracing your neck to your face.
“I fucking miss you, baby…” he start placing soft peck on your shoulders up to your neck which send you different shivers to your spine.
He made you face him and crashed his lips to yours. It was careless, messy and a pinch of hatred. You tried to pull away but he only pressed his body harder against you. “Stop. resisting.” his hand gripped more in your hair while the other hand snakes inside your shorts and made its way to your panties till you felt his leathered gloves on your clit.
You manage not to make any noises, but ain't no way he'll take that.
His fingers made circular motion on your clit while the other went under your shirt and lightly pinched your nipples and continued to twist it in between his fingers. That's undeniably made you aroused like a switch turning you on. He knows it. He knows every single detail of you.
Then he suddenly inserts two fingers on you causing you to whine and lean your back on him. He watches as you bite your lips and tries to keep yourself from moaning. Resistance was still there but he knew you'll give in sooner.
His tongue flattened to your shoulder and traveled to the earlobe where your soft spot was located. He increases the pace of his fingers rubbing inside you and his hand on your titties. “No need to resist, baby. it's just me.” he said in your ears. When you face him, you meet his kind calm eyes which are basically drooling on you, and for a moment you forget what he has done. “Babe…” moans escaped.
“Yeah, that's right baby.” kisses your lips, “Now, you gotta follow everything I say, okay? And don't you dare to piss me off baby, because I wouldn't like that.” he softly said. you nodded.
He walked you to the bedroom while his fingers are inside you and uses his other hand to close the door. “We're gonna skip that foreplay you like. I want to claim what's mine. you understand?” as soon as you nod he pushes you to the bed and pulls your hips up. ripping your shorts off and slapping your ass that surely left you sore for days.
You felt your wetness dripping to your clit while your hips were still hanging in the air giving him a full view of your cunt. A brief moment you heard his belt clinking before you felt a throbbing pain on your core as he slammed his full length on you.
You were helpless while the pain shivers through your legs but everytime tried to straighten up he would spank your ass. his hand on your waist as he starts to thrust in and out of you. This time you can hear him, he was loud. He didn't keep his groans. He wanted you to know the combined emotions he feels right now. Driver continued to shove his dick to you and the only thing you can grip and bite on is that poor bedsheet.
After a couple of thrust, your core made it wet enough for him to easily slide in and out. sloppy sound of his thrust can be heard by the neighbors, and so goes his grunts. He guided you up to kneel on the edge of the bed while keeping his dick inside you.
Driver is hugging you from behind as he continues to stroke you. You couldn't resist when he put a huge visible mark in your neck, “you have no fucking idea what i've been through when you were gone.” he started to recall how miserable he was on those weeks you were gone hiding from him, that only cause him to goes on you harder, “you are so fucking selfish. You left me after what I've done for you. huh?!”
A tear fell from your eyes, “Shhh… baby, don't cry. you deserve this.” and moans on your shoulder trying to reach his peak.
His lips travel anywhere in your skin that he could reach, while his both hands grab your both breasts, indeed claiming what's his.“What are we doing, baby? Tell me.” his voice shaking while continuously thrusting on you, slamming his dick to your walls.
“W… we fucking, babe—” You pressed your lips together when he screamed out “Nooo!” that startled you, “Sshhh no baby, this is making love. It's making love, baby.”
He catches your lips again. He has never been this messy before, he wanted to show you how much you drive him crazy. You tasted metallic liquid from the corner of your lips when he pulled away, he bury his face on your neck and increased his pace.
His hands on your waist and hips tighten to pin your knees more into the mattress. Groans are getting louder. After a few more minutes he pulled out and released it on your thighs.
“gonna bring you back home and you are not going to ranaway from me again because you are fucking mine. understand, doll?”
Just thought of Lars taking your makeup off..he’s so light with the wipes he does so many gentle passes to not jostle you too much. He doesn’t take off the eyelashes though, he has you do that since he doesn’t want to grab a real lash on accident.
wholesome lars hour (˶>⩊<˶) they might hate me w this but lars is the most green flag in rgcu
this maybe from date or from a special occasion that requires you to put makeup on to be presentable even he wanted you to show them your bareface with touch of liptint of your choice.
if u insist him helping you, lars would sit in front you while holding your makeup remover and cottons on the other hand while watching you as you wipe your foundation off your face.
sometimes he might get little pushy when he badly wants to help you. and if you agree he would be the most careful person in the world while pressing cotton on ur face with his big soft hands. he would ask you to close your eyes and place a peck in your lips and giggles when he saw smilw in your face. as he carefully carefully removes ur false lashes, a tiny hair pluck along with the lashes and honestly that hurts and for lars it will immediately made him bit his lower lips and mumbles
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Forget the space heater, Lars would the softest most amazing heater and probably would take the job as such WAY too seriously. Him opening his big winter coat for a hug and buttoning it back up as best he can with both of you in it
I need him bad it’s not even funny 🥲💔
I can see the vision clear
he is the softest man i know, and yes, if he notice your coat and gloves aint enough- lars would unzip his big ass coat and grab you, wrapping his coat through your back before zipping it back on. well ofc ur body would really fit on his. and even small snow falling from your hat to inside his shirt you wouldn't a complain from.
this could be waiting for bus or while in the lake. anywhere. he aint into pda/s but he don't mind people passing by just to warm you up. and gosh, lars can't hide his blushing cheeks bc of how close ur face to his ASLFJSLDSJLKG he'll be checking on you time to time if u alright or still cold (but he wishes u to stay still) and unknowingly wrapping his arms around u where it supposed to be. ok now i need lars fic fluffiest as possible
THIS IS HOW LARS MESS UP W MY HEAD CUTEST WAY POSSIBLE
Firm believer that the first time Lars puts a condom on he nearly cums just from that
this made me giggle for 10 mins straight 🤭 I AGREE I was actually planning to add this to fic im planning to write about “Lars and the stripper” or something, but my mind keeps adding ideas for it and I knew it will be longass fic and that got me lazy to write it 🫥 anyways
I do think the same. Since it's his first time he would still be confused which side of the condom he should put in his tip— end up putting the wrong end so he needs to flip it again. and as he rolls it down, it feels like jerking himself off already and it add more tension in him the fact of u watching him put the plastic in his shaft, clothes off under him. I think he will survive it, he would be able to put it whole till its base— precum would be just that obvious idk how to explain it
and oh gosh Lars would ask u if you are ready after putting it on, “Are you ready, honey?” while his chest rising up and down like he just ran miles ASDFHFKLFSJKGD
BUT SERIOUSLY it will be diff scenario if you will be putting it on him. either he barely controls himself from coming or would make his cum hold longer than when he masturbates— first times are unpredictable who knows 🤭🤭🤭
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What if reader stalked him instead of working, reader would sneak through his stuff and get caught red handed
Will he be mad? ...delighted? ....even madder??
i fell into 8hrs sleep when i was about to answer this spare me pls ಥ_ಥ
Lars!boss was something new, never thought of it but I think he's kind or boss / supervisor who's gentle to everyone and understand every employee needs 🥹
but if this is the case, I bet he wouldn't mind it or just smile about THAT idea of u stalking him not knowing u went through his linkedIn and other socials just bc small new info of him makes u giggles.
Lars' very professional tht he would like to keep his integrity and keep himself from office romance but all u need to do is to get his attention that u can easily do. wear skirts, random caress on his arms and bring him lunch. he would pretty notice that ;)
“Just don't this stuff.. im fine. we are colleagues and that's it.” bet he would say those to deny the idea in his head that u are driving him crazy and starts to hit his thoughts at night, but don't stop there, you are near and on his edge of pursuing him.
hear me out. . .court land x dad bestfriend daughter. secret hookups in the house while her father is home …
I GOT HYPERFIXATED WHILE WRITING THIS and I'm gonna blame it to you and court lmao. supposed to be blurb but idk what happened but here ya go. gonna fix this later
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It was usual Friday night where your father invites some of his colleagues from his work for dinner– work that you really don't understand what was for, but pays him well to afford a nice roof above your head.
In all of his colleagues, one stood out the most. It was Six.
Fine gentleman, nice broad shoulders underneath that suit with kind lazy eyes and the most comforting smile you've ever seen that he casually gives you whenever he stepped in the house while buttoning up his suit and greets you.
You never knew someone the same age as your dad would be this attractive. He was 45yearold and you are 25years old.
you knew him right after your dad got hired in the same organization Court working, that was three years ago.
you'd excuse yourself to go back to your room as you need to ‘study’ for your finals in your medicine degree, which your parents let you do without hesitation and continue to discuss politics with people at the table.
Not long after, Court would dab the napkin in his lips and excuse himself to go to the bathroom leaving everyone in the dining room. His steps were big and moves like he knew every single corner of the house— well he does.
As he reached the second floor, he stopped in front of a familiar door and looked around before sliding in and there he saw you with a glass of wine in your hand looking outside your windows. Court slides his hand to your waist from behind. “Study, huh?” He teases, placing kisses on your neck.
“thought you wouldn't come.” you mumbles eyes shut while leaning back to him. His hands traveled under your shirt and reached your breast giving it a soft squeeze. “We have to make it quick, princess, someone might notice I'm gone.” He says before turning you to face him and pinning you to the nearest wall.
You two only saw each other months ago despite knowing him for years. That happened when your dad asked him to pick you up not knowing you were drunk at that time.
“We have to cut the foreplay, princess, now spit." placing his hand on your mouth and other busy helping you undoing his pants and sprung his throbbing cock out. He made some strokes before lifting you and wrapped your legs to his torsos.
he moved your shorts and panties aside. his lips catches yours before filling you up. that made you pull from his lips to suck and swallow air.
“Let's be quiet, princess, okay? We are not in my place.” his voice shakes as he starts thrusting his hips on you. you left no choice but to take the pleasure while mouths were shut with some gasp escaping sometimes.
Every stroke and the tension of might get caught was already leading you to your climax. You wanted to cry, you wanted to call his name and hear him grunting but you two have to stay quiet while he carefully but deeply pounding you.
A knock made him stop. It freezes you both, and then you hear your fathers voice, “Honey, you wanna come downstairs? Your mom takes out dessert.” He said from the other side of the door.
You don't know if you're going to answer your father or not. basically you are panicking. “Honey?” He asked and made a knock again.
but then you felt Court's hips moves again towards you slowly but deep, you mouthed him, “what the fuck?!” made left your mouth parted open. “Go, answer your dad.” he whispers in your ear and continues to thrust his cock in and out.
“I'm fine, dad–!” you suddenly gripped on his shoulder when he made a deeper thrust on you and swore at him silently, “– I'll go downstairs later!” you continued
Court gave you this mischievous smile, the first time you've ever seen him and started to speed up his strokes again while still not making any noise.
You heard footsteps fade and when you met Court's eyes, he once again catches your lips and kisses you hard that hits the back of your head to the walls. It was messy and careless. “Good girl...” and grunts in your eyes.
