polka

lars lindstrom x reader

Lars cries during sex

a/n: sorry I haven’t been writing lately!

your straddling Lars’s lap, thigh either side of his as you grind back and forth on his length. he’s a messy under you, looking up at you like you’ve hung the moon as he whimpers away.

you know Lars had some touch issues when you began dating him, you met him at church a few months ago and ever since the second you touch him he’s putty. he gets all sniffly despite insisting he loves your touch, he says it’s all ‘so much’.

you look down at him, brushing your soft hair behind your ear. his eyes are watering and his jaw is tightened. you frown and whisper softly. “you okay baby?” he ask gently. he quickly nods his head, almost too quick. like he’s been waiting for you to ask—to be fair, you always ask.

“y-yeah, it’s good, so good” he whispers between soft sniffles. you smile and reach your hands to his stomach, fingers running through the small amount of hair that peppers across his stomach stomach and chest.

“I think… I’m gonna come” Lars manages, his voice is shy, like he’s embarrassed. you nod your head and whisper back. “me too baby” your free hand comes up to run through his hair. his eyes squeeze shut for a moment, brows scrunching slightly.

underneath you, you begin to feel him thrusting up and into you. for such a big teddy bear of a guy he’s got some girth and length to him, your nails dig into his scalp and your head falls back. he feels his stomach cramp and his balls tighten. “m’gonna come!” he pants.

you pull him out of you, giving his dick a few quick strokes before he makes a mess all over his bare stomach. after a few seconds of strings of cum spilling on him his arms goes limp and he sighs as a few tears roll down his cheeks.

be quiet

jacob palmer x fem!reader

you and jacob have sex in the bathroom of a busy club.

a/n: thank you for this ask! not proof read yet! keep em coming pls

you sit on a sink, your thighs spread and jacobs hand holding your head up by your long hair. you can hear the party goers outside of the club’s bathroom door, music still loud even in the small bathroom. you met him a few hours ago in the club, he was awfully charming. after a few drinks between the two of you led you both here.

his hips thrust against your, pushing his condom clad dick in and out of you. your bottom lip quivers and you moan out. “shh…” he hushes you but you let out another moan. he pulls his hand away from your hair over to your lips, he slips two fingers into your mouth. “suck.” he encourages.

“mmph…” you mumble around his fingers. you suck his two digits deeper into your mouth, effectively muffling your moans. his other hand grips your right hip as he puts more force into his movements. your thighs clench and you let your head fall back against the bathroom mirror.

“you close?” he grunts. you nod your head and bite down on your fingers. a crooked cocky grin spread across his lips. “you wanna come?” he asks. “mhm!” you mumble around his fingers.

you can tell he’s getting an ego boost from this. christ. he’s a ladies man, always has been, but there’s something special about having a pretty girl falling apart right here just for him. he wants to see you come, he wants to see you enjoy yourself around his dick.

you feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to coming, then it suddenly hits you. your eyes squeeze shut and you bite down on his fingers. it’s not long before he’s coming with you. “god!” he grunts out. slowly his thrust come to a halt, you slides his fingers out of your mouth.

ryland grace x reader

ryland loves your bush

a/n: thank you to the wonderful girl who suggested this fic! this is pretty short but I hope you enjoy.

he’s deep between your legs, his nose buried in your thick bush of curls as he eats you out. Ryland has always been an oral guys, sometimes you think he likes it better than sex. his hands grip your thighs, keeping you spread open for him.

you can remember the first time he ate you out. you didn’t expect it to be amazing, you’ve been with far to many incompetent men to learn that not all men care about women’s pleasure. Ryland is not one of those men—he takes his time.

he swirls his tongue and sucks with so much enthusiasm that it makes your stomach cramp. he groans against your puss, it’s clear he’s getting off on this. “so good…” he mumbles against your clit.

his long swipes down to your entrance, tongue pushing into your entrance. his nose bumps against your clit. after a few seconds he pulls away to admire your pussy and your beautiful bush of curls. so gorgeous.

FaceTime

ryland grace x reader

facetime sex with ryland after convincing him he’ll love it

a/n: not proof read sorryy. thank you for this ask! I hope I can do it justice!

ryland always thought sexting and facetime sex was silly. maybe he’s not with ‘the times’ yet but when you got him all worked up over facetime his opinion shifted. maybe he’s can try it. you encouraged him with this sweet smile that he hasn’t quiet learnt how to turn down. with much hesitation he slowly reached into his pj bottoms and pulls out his dick, face completely red with embarrassment.

that leads you to now. you sit back against your plush bedroom pillows, watching with a bit lip as he slowly strokes himself for you. he’s sat on his living room couch, his button up flannel pajamas completely unbuttoned and his length on full display. his hair is dishevelled and his thin wired glasses are slipping down his nose.

“oh god” he sighs, rolling his head back against the soft brown couch cushion behind his head. he embarrassed about how much he’s enjoying this. he can remember laughing when you suggested it, thinking it was too ‘gen z’ for him but here he is. you release your bottom lip from between your lips and speak to him. “feel good?” you ask, a little smug.

“so good” he sighs. his large hand pumps his long dick, occasionally coming up to toy with his pink head. you would of never expected his size. he’s a little dorky and awkward, you always imagined him being average. you would expect someone with a member like his would be unbelievably cocky.

“I’m… I… I’m close” he manages to pant out. his hand speeds up on himself, working harder and faster to make himself come for you. “that’s it” you encourage him, making him whimper at your sweet but intoxicating words. he looks so beautiful like this, all out of breath and his hair sticking to his sweat covered forehead. you love it.

noah calhoun x fem!reader

you and noah lose your virginity together. 

a/n: hi, not proofread. hope you enjoy!

your laid back on the floor of an old dusty house nude, only thing separating you from the musty floors is a soft blanket. you stare up at the ceiling, only just noticing the cob webs, slowly Noah crawls on top of you. your view is replaced by his face. he’s biting his lip in concentration as he tugs off his boxers. you hold your breath as you look down to see his member. your eyes go wide momentarily, you try to suppress your shock.

“you okay?” he whispers, voice shaking with something. maybe it’s self restraint. you nod your head and give him a nervous but reassuring smile. “yeah…” you nod but you speak again. “talk me through it?” you ask, voice trembling. his face softens and he nods his head. he has no idea what he doing but he’ll try.

he grabs the base of his dick, giving it a new strokes before nudging it against your thigh. “ok… so—“ he grunts softly as he finds your core. his tip kisses your entrance making you gasp softly. the sensation of your warm inviting puss makes him gulp. “I’m just gonna…” he thrust his hips forward, pushing his tip into you. your nails come up and dig deep into his back. he pauses. “oh god…” you whisper, face scrunching with a mixture of pain and a strange feeling of pleasure.

“that good for you?” he asks, a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. “that’s really good for me” he manages a weak laugh. “it’s not bad…” you whisper back. he nods, determined to make it better than not bad. possibly, good? his hand clumsily runs down between your thighs, searching for your clit.

he fumbles around momentarily before finding the little bundle of nerves that makes you whimper. “here?” he whispers. you nod your head, soft curls bouncing. he smiles triumphantly and begins to rub your clit as he pushes deeper into you. slowly you feel yourself relaxing around him, taking him in with less resistance. he can feel it too.

he slowly starts to pump in and out of you. his eyebrows furrow as he focuses on thrusting and rubbing your clit at the right speed. your nails slowly let go in his shoulder blades, you roll your head to the side and begin to moan softly. “that’s nice” you moan gently. your sounds go straight to his member.

“baby…” he pants softly. “I’m… I’m getting there” he whispers between soft grunts. “faster?” you moan back. he nods his head, complying happily as he thrusts in and out of you faster, his two finger tips picking up speed on your clit. his head dips down and he buries his face into your neck as he braces himself for his orgasm.

you feel yourself reaching peak pleasure, you throw your head back against the hard wooden floor and finish around him. a feeling of relief washes over you as you finally come down from your high. Noah on the other hand pulls out of you, with a few quick strokes he finishes onto your thigh. “oh baby… oh god” he groans, biting down on your neck.

ryland grace x reader

after a long night of grading his students science projects he turns his attention onto you.

a/n: this is my second fic and I’m already running out of ideas. please give me some! I wanna write a fic with Noah soon also!

you lay on the small couch that’s sits in the middle of yours and Rylands small living room. your legs are thrown over his lap, his free hand aimlessly massages your calves while his other hand types away on his old laptop. he’s spent all night grading away his students projects, all his attention on his laptop and almost no attention on poor old you. you let out a soft huff, Ryland turns his head towards you.

“you almost done?” you ask, wagging your foot on his lap. ry sighs softly. after a few more seconds of typing he closes his laptop. no matter how busy he is he always tries to give some attention to his girl.

he grabs your ankle and he tugs you closer, you fall back onto the couch cushions. he laughs to himself. “what?” he smiles coyly. you roll your eyes gently but waste no time spreading your legs for him to crawl between. he settles between your thighs, his fingers coming up to curl under the waistband of your sleep shorts. he tugs gently.

“this okay?” he whispers softly, leaning down to press soft kisses to your lower stomach. you sit up on your elbows and nod your head down at him. he bites his bottom lips and tugs your panties and shorts all the way down to your knees leaving you bare for him. he groans softly.

he reaches a hand up, thumb brushing against your clit. you let out a soft moan, your thighs tense either side of his head. he swipes over your clit again and again until your nice and wet. he licks his lips, wetting them before leaning down to kiss your pink nub softly.

you throw your head back, legs coming up to wrap around his neck. if there’s one thing about Ryland it’s that he loves to please you. he takes things nice and slow, slow enough to drive you absolutely insane before making you cum all over his finger, face or member. he’ll never let you go unpleased or wanting. not on his watch.

slowly he begins to lick and suck on your clit. you bite down on your bottom lip and your eyes squeeze shut. he’s enjoying this as much as you are, possibly more. he’s hard in his sweatpants, he grinds into the couch cushions beneath him. his licking and sucking doesn’t seem to be stopping any time soon.

“taste so good” he mumbles against your core. your hands slight down and into his dirty blonde hair, you grab handfuls of it and tug and pull relentlessly with each suck and long slow slick of his tongue.

he’s a huge science guy, it only makes sense that he uses his expertise and knowledge to use. he knows exactly what to do to make you whimper and moan. for such a nerdy, slightly awkward guy he’s awfully good with his body. you thank the stars that he spent his youth studying and learning instead of drinking and partying.

you feel yourself being pushed to the edge of climax. he ruts and grinds, licking and kissing at your pussy. “ry, baby im close” you cry out. that only makes him go faster, he’s determined to make you cum. he continues to hump away at the lounge, the friction making him moan and whimper against your sweet lips.

finally you cum on his chin, your body buzzes with pleasure. your back arches off the couch and your legs tighten around his neck. he lets out a muffled groan as he comes in his boxers. he can’t help himself. Knowing that he’s getting you off does crazy things to him.

ryland grace x reader

you and ryland have sleepy morning sex before he heads to work.

a/n: first post on this account also not proof read! feel free to leave any requests for my next post!

his hand hold yours against his plaid sheets, his older hand holds onto your gently but firmly. his hips work against yours in slow rolls, his scruffy public hair rubbing against your public bone as his stubble sustainably scratches at your neck. “Oh god” he pants out. your brows scrunch as his length hits just the right spot in your tight, spongy insides. “Ry!” you gasp out.

you met ryland or ‘Ry’ at a bookstore a few months ago. he had piles of scientific books in his arms for his students when you bumped into each other. many, many dates later lead you hear. this is how most of your mornings look. you wake up next to him, you have sleepy sex and he leaves for work.

his large hand pushes your hip deeper into his mattress. you roll your head to the side, inhaling the smell of shampoo that clings to his shaggy blonde hair. he smells like something you can’t quite put your finger on, its musky and earthy. whatever it is, you adore it.

“so good” he grunts into your ear. he lets go of your hand to grab a handful of your chest—he squeezes with a soft groan into your ear. “you treat me so good baby” he rolls his hips against yours again and again until your knees feel weak. his hand slides down from your chest making its way to your clit, his fingers brush against your short black curls and to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

he begins to rub in tight circles, trying to get you as close as he is. your head falls back against his plush pillows and you let out an encouraging moan. “you getting there?” he asks between suppressed groans. you nod your head quickly, your nails dig into the muscle on his back. blue finger nails contrasting with his pale skin.

“baby… I, hon… I’m so close” he manages to breathe out. “me- me too” you whisper back, legs shaking either side of his. his teeth grit together, fingers working tirelessly to make you cum. you feel your orgasm build from the pit of your stomach to your core. your jaw slacks and you let out a final moan as your climax hits you.