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SAM WINCHESTER DATING A BLACK FEMALE !!
Sam winchester x Black!femalereader 𓂃 Canon-typical violence, blood, anxiety/panic attacks, microaggressions, childhood trauma mentions, explicit sexual content , unprotected sex, code-switching exhaustion, pining, temporary emotional manipulation by a parent, happy ending.
THE HAIR THING.
Sam's hands are always in his hair when he's thinking. Stressed. Tired. You noticed it week two, when you were both running on three hours of sleep and he kept pushing those ridiculous bangs back, over and over, like he could push the case away too.
Now you notice when he stops doing it around you.
You're not sure what that means. You're not sure you want to know.
HE BRINGS YOU COFFEE WITHOUT ASKING
Black, two sugars. You mentioned it once, offhand, month one. He still remembers.
Dean gives you both that look when Sam slides the mug across the library table, not saying anything, just continuing whatever research he was doing like it didn't happen.
"What?" Sam asks, not looking up.
"Nothing." Dean smirks. "Just cute."
"Shut up."
You hide your smile behind your own cup.
THE LIBRARY
You were supposed to be temporary. Three weeks, help them organize the Bunker's archives, get paid, go home.
That was eight months ago.
Now you have a desk. A chair that squeaks. A spot on the couch that's unofficially yours. Sam moved his stuff to make room for yours without mentioning it, like you'd always been here.
You should leave. You know you should leave.
The Bunker feels more like home than anywhere you've lived.
HE ASKED ABOUT YOUR HAIR
Not in a weird way. In a Sam way. Curious. Respectful. He watches you take down your braids one night, TV playing something stupid in the background, and he goes quiet in that way he does when he's learning something.
"Does it hurt?" he asks.
"Sometimes. Tension headaches."
"Can I-" He stops. Rubs his neck. "Never mind."
"What?"
He looks actually embarrassed, which is rare. Sam Winchester embarrassed. You want to catalog it. "I used to braid Dean's hair. When we were kids. Mom taught me, before... anyway. I wondered if-I could help. If you wanted. With the tension. Or whatever."
You stare at him.
"I know that's weird," he says quickly. "Sorry, that was-"
"Yes," you say.
He looks surprised. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
So now Sunday nights are braiding nights. Sam's big, careful hands working through your hair while you both pretend this is normal. While Dean makes increasingly obnoxious comments from the kitchen that you both ignore.
Your scalp has never been less tense.
Your heart has never been more of a problem.
HE DEFENDS YOU
Not that you need defending. You've handled yourself your whole life. But there's a case in Georgia, some small-town cop who looks at you like you're the suspect, and Sam steps in front of you before you can even open your mouth.
"She's with us," he says, voice flat. Dangerous in a way you don't usually hear from him.
The cop backs down.
Later, in the motel, you tell him you didn't need that.
"I know," Sam says. "But I needed to."
You don't know what to do with that.
THE WAY HE LOOKS AT YOU WHEN YOU'RE NOT LOOKING
You've caught it three times now. Four, if you count the library incident when you were both researching and you looked up and he was already looking and he didn't look away fast enough.
He smiled instead. Small. Private. Like you were sharing something.
You think about that smile more than you should.
HE REMEMBERS THE SMALLEST THINGS
Your favorite snack. The way you take your tea when you're sad. That you hate the cold but love winter mornings when the world's quiet. He brings you blankets without being asked. He saves you the last slice of pie.
Dean says, "You know you're obvious, right?"
Sam says, "Shut up, Dean."
You pretend you didn't hear.
THE ALMOST MOMENT
It happens in the kitchen. Late night. You're both reaching for the same mug and your hands brush and neither of you moves.
Sam's eyes are very blue in the fluorescent light. You can see the freckles on his nose. The scar above his eyebrow. Everything you want to know and haven't let yourself ask.
"Hey," he says, soft.
"Hey," you say back.
You could kiss him. You know you could. The distance is nothing. The want is everything.
Your phone rings.
The moment shatters. You both jump back like you've been caught.
You don't talk about it after.
HE FINDS YOU WHEN YOU'RE UPSET
You don't hide it well. You're in the library, some R&B playing low from your phone, and you're not crying but you could be, and Sam just appears. Sits on the floor next to your chair. Doesn't ask what's wrong.
"You want to talk about it?" he offers.
"Not really."
"Okay." He settles in. Pulls out his own research. "I'll just be here."
And he is. For two hours. Working in silence, close enough that your shoulders touch sometimes, and you don't feel alone.
You tell him about your mom that night. The pressure. The expectations. The way love sometimes felt like a test you kept failing.
Sam listens. Really listens. Asks questions that show he heard you.
At the end, he says, "You're not failing anything. You're here. You're alive. That's enough."
You believe him when he says it.
THE CONFESSION
It happens after a hunt gone wrong. You're both bruised. Sam took a hit that should have killed him and you can't stop shaking, even hours later, safe in the Bunker.
He's patching your arm and you're trying not to cry and the words just fall out.
"I can't keep doing this," you say. "This-whatever this is. The almosts. The pretending."
Sam goes still. "What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know. That you feel it too? That I'm not crazy?"
He sets down the gauze. Looks at you with those eyes that see too much, that you've been trying not to drown in for months.
"You're not crazy," he says. "I've been-god, I've been trying so hard not to-" He laughs, helpless. "You were supposed to be temporary. Three weeks. And now I can't imagine this place without you. I don't want to."
"Sam-"
"I know I'm not-I know I come with things. The job. The trauma. Dean. The whole package is a lot."
"I like the package," you say, and it comes out hoarse.
He smiles. That real one. The one he saves for you. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." He takes your hand. His is warm, calloused, steady. "Okay. We can-we'll figure it out. Together?"
"Together," you agree.
He kisses you in the library, surrounded by books and lore and all the lives you've been saving, and it tastes like coffee and patience and finally.
BONUS: DEAN REACTION
He walks in on you two making out against the kitchen counter three days later.
"Finally," he says, grabbing an apple. "Took you long enough. I had money on month six, Sammy. You owe me twenty bucks."
"Dean-"
"Don't care. Happy for you. Both of you." He points at you with the apple. "You break his heart, I'll break your legs. Fair warning."
"Dean!"
"Kidding. Mostly." He winks. "Welcome to the family, sweetheart. It's weird here. You'll get used to it."
You look at Sam. He looks at you. You both start laughing and don't stop.
> fluff (some swearing), smutt, Francis x babysitter, some sexual tension, praise kink, dom!francis
> summary; your a new babysitter who was looking for a job over the summer, then came across the Wilkerson’s house.
A/N - btw there’s gonna be some smut topics in this fic so if you don’t wanna read scroll away!!
The last thing you expected on a random Thursday night was to hear yelling from upstairs followed by what sounded suspiciously like a lamp breaking.
“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!” Reese yelled.
“YOU THREW A SHOE AT ME!” Malcolm shouted back.
“Why do I babysit here…” you muttered, rubbing your forehead.
You were a college student trying to survive finals week. Babysitting the Wilkerson kids paid weirdly well—probably because nobody else would willingly do it twice.
Then the front door slammed open.
“Guess who escaped military school.”
Oh no.
You turned.
Francis stood in the doorway with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, uniform messy, hair a disaster, and a grin that immediately meant trouble.
“Absolutely not.”
“Wow. No ‘hello’? No dramatic hug?”
“No, actually. Mostly concern.”
“HE GOT SENT HOME,” Malcolm said from the couch.
“Temporarily relocated.”
“He fought a vending machine.”
“He started it.”
You hated that you laughed.
Francis noticed.
And immediately looked way too proud of himself.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“You smiled.”
“Don’t make it weird.”
“Too late.”
He leaned against the doorway like he had nowhere better to be. Which, unfortunately, might’ve been true.
Later that night, after Dewey finally went to sleep and Reese stopped trying to microwave things he definitely shouldn’t—
You stepped onto the back porch.
Francis was already there.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“Couldn’t trust you not to set something on fire.”
“That happened one time.”
“Three.”
“…Okay, rude.”
He laughed softly, tapping the porch step beside him.
“Sit?”
You hesitated.
Then sat.
Too close.
Just enough to notice the stupid smirk he got whenever he caught you looking at him.
“You know…” he said quietly. “You always pretend you don’t like me.”
“Because you’re annoying.”
“Mm. But you still keep coming back.”
“Shut up.”
The night had finally gone quiet.
Which, in the Wilkerson house, felt suspicious.
No screaming. No crashing noises. No Reese trying to invent something dangerous in the kitchen.
Just crickets outside.
And Francis.
The porch light flickered above the two of you while he sat beside you, elbows resting on his knees.
“So,” he said after a second, glancing sideways at you, “college girl.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why? Makes you sound cool.”
“You say it like I’m eighty.”
“Okay then…” He tilted his head, pretending to think hard. “Babysitter.”
“Worse.”
“Bossy babysitter?”
“Definitely worse.”
He laughed—real this time. Loud and easy.
You hated that you liked the sound of it.
Hated it even more when he looked at you like he expected you to laugh too.
Which you did.
Unfortunately.
“There it is again.”
“What?”
“The smile.”
“You act like I never smile.”
“Not at me.”
Your stomach flipped a little.
Which was annoying.
Because Francis Wilkerson was—
Well.
Francis Wilkerson.
Chaotic. Reckless. Constantly one bad idea away from disaster.
The kind of person who absolutely should’ve driven you insane.
And somehow…
didn’t.
“You know,” you said, crossing your arms, “you’re way less annoying when you’re not causing problems.”
“Aw.” He pressed a hand dramatically to his chest. “That almost sounded nice.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“Too late.”
The breeze picked up, colder than before.
Without thinking, you rubbed your arms.
Francis noticed immediately.
Of course he did.
“Cold?”
“I’m fine.”
“That means yes.”
Before you could argue, he shrugged off his hoodie and held it out.
“…Seriously?”
“Don’t make it weird.”
“You literally make everything weird.”
“Fair.”
You hesitated before taking it.
It smelled faintly like laundry detergent and outside air.
And somehow…
comforting.
Which felt unfair.
“Wow,” Francis said, grinning. “You’re actually wearing my hoodie.”
“It’s temporary.”
“Still counts.”
You rolled your eyes, trying very hard to ignore the fact that he looked way too pleased about it.
The silence settled again.
Easy.
Comfortable.
Until—
“FRANCIS!”
Both of you jumped.
Reese leaned halfway out the upstairs window.
“MALCOLM SAID IF I PUT A FORK IN THE TOASTER IT’D LOOK COOL!”
“DO NOT—“
A loud pop echoed through the house.
Then the lights shut off.
Silence.
“…Oops.”
You stared.
Francis stared.
Then slowly turned toward you.
“…So.”
“Your family is terrifying.”
“You still coming back next week?”
You should say no.
This house was chaos.
His brothers were chaos.
He was chaos.
But then he looked at you with that stupid hopeful expression like he actually cared what your answer was.
Which was honestly unfair.
“…Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Whether you survive military school.”
“Wow.” He grinned. “You’d miss me.”
“Don’t push it.”
“Too late.”
And somehow, despite everything… you did miss him.
“You know,” Francis said, leaning back against the porch railing, “you smile at me way more than you pretend to.”
“You’re very confident for someone who almost got defeated by military school.”
“Hey.” He pointed at you dramatically. “I survived.”
“Barely.”
He laughed again, shaking his head.
Then his expression softened.
Just a little.
“I kinda like when you’re here.”
“…Your brothers would disagree.”
“No, seriously.”
That caught you off guard.
Because Francis joked about everything.
But this?
Didn’t sound like a joke.
“The house feels less terrible when you’re around.”
Your stomach did that annoying flip again.
“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said.”
“Don’t tell anyone.”
A beat of silence.
Then—
“Can I tell you something without you making fun of me?”
“No promises.”
“…I missed you.”
Oh.
“…You’re making this weird.”
“Yeah?” He grinned a little. “But you’re still smiling.”
And annoyingly enough… he was right.
He then kissed you, pulling you closer to him and holding your neck.
“You are really, really pretty.”
“You look like you wanna do something to me.”
“Do I? Maybe I do.”
He pushes you down on the ground and roughly kisses you, going down on your neck and giving you a few marks underneath.
“Someone’s eager.”
“Shut up.”
“Your pants say otherwise franny.”
“Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not, just pointing it out.”
He then looked up at you and took off his belt, smiling at you.
“Not here.”
“Why? Scared of my brothers seeing?”
“Can we go somewhere private?”
“There’s the woods.”
“Fine, make it quick before they come looking for you.”
“Atta girl, come on.”
You both sprinted off into the woods and Francis came onto you, popping open your shorts button.
“Pink?”
“My only pair. Don’t mess them up.”
“I won’t.”
He then slipped them off, putting them aside as he leaned down on your legs.
You were already soaked. He noticed.
“Did my marks make you like this?”
“Shut up.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He started by putting a finger inside, which made you gasp.
He covered your mouth quickly with his free hand, shushing you softly.
“Relax sweetheart. I got you.”
He put his tongue on your clit and began to eat like he was starving, you let out a loud moan from his fingers.
“That riled you up didn’t it?”
You nodded, you were already at the edge of cumming until..
“Stop.” He pulled out his finger and looked at you, removing his hand from your mouth.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Needy much?” He said, he then looked up at you again with that smile of his. “I’ll tell you when. If you do cum, I’ll pinch you.”
“I understand.”
“Good girl.”
Francis then put his head down, feasting on you again. His tongue lapping onto you over and over, you let out another whine.
“Francis.” You moaned
“Mm? Close already?”
“Yesss!” You yelled out, your legs were shaking and quivering helplessly.
“Your so pretty, ok I’ll let you cum. After a countdown.”
“Fuck.”
He then went faster over and over again, his two fingers moving forward as he ate you like you were his last meal.
“10.” He started counting, seeing you all needy and helpless made him even harder.
“9..”
“Francis!”
“8.. your ok gorgeous, relax.” He soothes your legs and kisses your shoulders as he continues fingering you.
“7.”
“Francis I can’t.—“ he stopped and looked at you, “you can. 6”
He went even further inside you, listening to your screams as he covered your mouth with his free hand.
“5, 4, 3–“
“CUMMINGGG!!” You yelled and he kissed you immediately to shut you up, you then began to cry out his name as you spurt out your cum.
“Holy shit! Wow.. that was amazing.”
“We even?”
“Yea, sure. 3 months I get to see you.” He pants, he then gets up and pulls you in closer to him.
“Uh.. thank you?” You shudder as you smile, “you’ll see me again soon right?”
“Yea, when nobody’s home.”
A/N— first ever fic about my f/o.. uhhh yea hope you like it!! (I hope..)
cw: you're such a good girl for soldier boy, you always let him do whatever he wants with you, even when you’re sleeping, he doesn't stop using you. his favorite little doll.
your relationship was never normal, and neither of you insisted that it was. ben knew about your dependence on him. and you knew how violent he could be.
but it didn't matter.
the house was silent that night, only the distant sound of the wind shaking the leaves of the trees in the garden and the soft ticking of the room clock echoing through the corridors. it was 2am when ben finally got home, his shoulders heavy not only by the long working day, but by the tension that seemed to accompany him lately as a persistent shadow.
he left his shield by the door with a tired sigh and ran his hand over his face, feeling every muscle of his body complain.
his steps went up the stairs almost automatically, guided by a need that he no longer tried to question. the corridor was dark, but he knew every inch of that house. when he arrived in front of your room, he stopped for a moment, his hand resting on the doorknob, feeling the cold wood under his fingers.
inside, the room was bathed by a soft light that came from the cloud-shaped lamp that you insisted on keeping on every night. ben smiled tenderly when he saw you.
you were sleeping soundly, your hair loose across the pillow. your calm, rhythmic breathing made your chest rise and fall gently. the blanket was tangled around your legs, revealing one of the t-shirts you’d stolen from ben.
ben closed the door behind him carefully, the soft click of the lock echoing in the silence of the room. he took off his t-shirt, throwing it on the chair next to the desk, and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on his serene face for a long moment. his fingers reached your face, pushing away a lock of hair that fell on your closed eyes.
“my little doll.” he murmured, his voice hoarse and tired. “daddy needed you so much today.”
the bed creaked softly as he lay down next to you. for a moment, he just stayed there, feeling the warmth of your body, the calm rhythm of your breathing, and the peace you emanated even while sleeping.
he could do anything with you now. anything. you wouldn't wake up. or if u woke up, it would take seconds to understand what was happening, precious seconds in which he would have already done what he wanted. you trusted him. naively. pathetically.
ben wasn’t a good man. you knew that when you started your relationship with him. he was a very powerful and dangerous man. he had already stained his hands with a lot of blood. he had already done terrible things that you couldn’t even imagine. but... he was good to you. he took such good care of you. he did everything for you.
sometimes he was violent, aggressive. he would hit you, whether during sex or not. sometimes he bit you, beat you, or even kicked you. nothing that broke anything, he knew his own strength, he knew exactly where the limit was between your pleasure and the actual damage.
and he didn't always treat you poorly, there were rare moments when he did something other than lightly slapping you. when he crossed that line, it took days for you to recover. but he was always by your side, taking care of you in the best possible way.
ben liked the way you gladly accepted everything, like an obedient puppy.
but he didn't tell you about his disturbing thoughts.
in moments like these, his mind slipped into a darker place. he imagined his hands — the same hands that had broken bones, fucked your little pussy, taken lives, caressed you before you slept, crushed skulls against concrete — wrapping around your neck. your soft skin under his rough fingers. the surprise in your eyes when they opened.
he could hurt you so much. more than he already had.
the thought excited him.
he knew he was sick, and that the moment he met you and put his hands on you, he had ended your life.
ben knew it would take a while, but that at some point, you would regret having met him. he hoped not, but it was inevitable.
he was selfish, possessive, narcissistic, and completely out of control. there were days when he woke up wanting to see the world burn, just to feel something. and even so, you were with him.
he could make you suffer in ways you couldn't even imagine, and you would still forgive him. because you loved him. because you depended on him.
his hand slid across your body. he ran his fingers slowly over the soft curve of your waist. you didn't even move. you remained completely vulnerable.
he felt his cock harden inside his sweatpants, and a dirty smile curved his lips.
your t-shirt had risen during sleep, revealing a piece of your belly. his green eyes ran through every inch of your defenseless body.
his fingers pulled your panties down slowly. you muttered something low, an incomprehensible sound, and your hips moved slightly.
he took off his own sweatpants and underwear, throwing them on the floor without making noise. his cock was hard, heavy, his head shining with a drop of pre-cum. he settled next to you, and with his free hand, he held the base of the cock and guided him to your entrance.
the head of his cock brushed your wet pussy lips, and he moaned low, starting to rub.
"hmm fuck doll... daddy loves to use your body so much, little one." he whispered hoarsely.
slowly, the head of his cock slid between the lips of your pussy, went up to the clitoris, went down again to the entrance.
ben squeezed your thigh gently, keeping you in place while he rubbed his cock in your pussy. the head of his cock brushed your clitoris with every movement. jesus— it was so good.
he wanted to come in, wanted to bury it to the bottom and feel you squeezing it. but no. he wasn't going to do that. you were tired. you needed to sleep.
only the tip, he thought. he wanted to cum inside you. shit. he loved to cum inside you, always.
he guided the head of his cock to your entrance and pushed enough for his head to enter, just enough to feel the hot and wet grip of your pussy lips closing around him.
he started rubbing again, but now with the tip going in and out.
you sighed in your sleep, your leg opening a little more, as if even unconscious you wanted to make it easier for him.
fuck. he wanted to see his cum dripping down your pussy while you slept, innocent, oblivious to everything.
you looked like a little angel; he felt like a demon violating your body, and he felt incredible.
he pulled the tip out and began to rub his cock in your pussy again, faster now, the head of his cock sliding frantically against your clitoris, against the swollen lips of your pussy. his hand squeezed his own base, trying to hold on.
he closed his eyes in pure delight. "oh— fuck. hmm my baby, how i want to destroy you. make you wake up only when i’m done using you as much as i want.”
he positioned the tip at your entrance again, feeling your pussy hugging the head of his cock, making him sigh, throwing his head back.
“hmm? would you like waking up all bruised, not knowing what happened? not remembering anything?” he moaned low. “i think you would, little slut.”
he stuck it slowly, his cock entered centimeter by centimeter, sinking into that wet and tight heat, and he moaned low, with his forehead resting on your shoulder. you moaned softly sleepy, your body arching slightly.
"shhh, babydoll." ben whispered in your ear, his voice hoarse. "go back to sleep, baby. daddy is taking care of you.”
ben stood there, buried inside you, feeling every pulse, every involuntary contraction of your pussy around his cock.
he cum inside you with a low and relieved moan, his hips pressed against yours, his cock pulsating as it gushed all inside you. his hands squeezed your hips hard, pulling you against him as if he wanted to bury more, as if he wanted to melt inside you.
"hmm fuck..." he whispered, his voice failing.
he stayed there inside you for a long minute, panting, the sweat dripping from his forehead to your neck. when he finally managed to move, he pulled his cock out slowly, and what he saw made him even harder, even though he had just come.
his cum flowed from your pussy in a thick white thread, slowly going down to your ass, wetting the sheet under you. he observed, hypnotized. you kept sleeping, your lips ajar, your chest rising and falling calmly, completely oblivious to the fact that you were with the pussy full of daddy's cum.
"look at you." he whispered, running two fingers through the cum that flowed and pushing back inside you, as if he wanted to keep every drop. "you’re only good for this, hm? to please your daddy.”
he lay down next to you and pulled the blanket over the both of you, but not before giving a long, wet kiss on your forehead. his hand went down to your pussy and stayed there, caressing the wet lips until he fell asleep.
a/n: heyyyy!! just wanted to say that english isn't my first language, so i'm sorry for any mistakes :// this is the first fic i’ve ever written, so feedback is always welcome! also, sorry if i missed any tags, still getting used to this lol. hope u like it! :D
warnings: dubcon, degradation, mention of watersports???
lately many bad ideas have crossed your brain but this one really took the cake. you decided to raid ben's liquor cabinet to dull the ache after a bad day. you took multiple swigs from different bottles, not caring how messy you were with with his stuff (big mistake).
just as you were about to take another swig you heard his heavy footsteps thudding against the hardwood floor behind you. his eyes lingered on the sight of you for a brief moment, with your back turned mindlessly drinking. a cold chill ran down your spine, your body paralyzed in fear as you heard the low rumble of his voice "what the fuck do you think you are doing doll?"
"uhm I'm sorry da-" you started giggling covering your mouth. the alcohol was starting to make you feel tipsy and everything seemed amusing. you didn't even turn around to glance at him. he roughly grabbed your hair tugging really hard on it, pulling you in his direction "oh you got a lot of nerve, you little cunt. first you drink all my stuff without asking and then act like a brainless whore who is too stupid to get one sentence out."
you let out a pathetic whine and look down at the floor mumbling a small "sorry" under your breath. then you feel the back of his palm stinging your cheek so bad that your ears start ringing. "speak up bitch, I didn't hear you." tears filled your eyes. "s-sorry" he smirked down at you. "awww what is it sweetheart? is'not funny anymore huh?" he coos and your cheeks heat up in shame. he takes off his belt and settles down on the bed. "bend over my lap" he barks the order and with trembling legs you lay yourself down on his lap. he glances down at your skirt and soiled underwear. "look at my sweet girl behave like a fuckin' used up slut. you don't have any thoughts in that stupid brain of yours huh? whenever daddy is mean to you, you get so wet. what an odd girl I have..." he takes off your underwear, bundling them up just to shove them in your mouth. you let out a squeal and he grins at the sight, slapping your ass with his palm "quit bitchin', is'not like the punishment even started."
he begins lashing out his belt, cracking it against your ass till you are a sobbing mess. each sting getting worse. "awww doll, want daddy to cool you down?" he said his hand gently soothing the skin of your ass. you nodded weakly thinking you're gonna get some aftercare. ben took a sip of his drink and then spit it all out on your ass. you let out a muffled scream as the alcohol worsened the stinging and tears ran down your face. he then poured the entire bottle all over your ass "aww what's wrong doll, wasn't this what you asked for? next time you act up I'm gonna piss all over your bruises."
edit: omgg thank you all for the likes! this is the first smut fanfic I ever wrote and I wrote it at like 2 a.m cuz I couldn't sleep 😭
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˙⋆✮ 🎬 summary: you find out what your best friend does on the side for extra money, and he asks you to shoot a scene with him
requested by this ask ! ˙⋆✮ 🎬 i hope you don't mind i slightly changed the dynamic of the characters from your original request .
i don't remember where i got the dividers 😭 lmk if they're yours and i'll give credit !
It was a shock when you first stumbled upon your best friend, Chris' onlyfans page. You never imagined that he'd be the type of guy to make content like that.
That was until you stumbled across a certain video. It was only a few minutes long. Chris was leaned back in his gaming chair. You recognized his room in the back, the Thrasher posters on his walls and his black and white flannel bed sheets. The camera was panned down to his lap, and he had his fingers wrapped around his rather impressive length, his hand moving back and forth.
In a voice that was unmistakably his, he was huskily muttering under his breath praises that made your jaw drop. "Good girl." "You feel so tight around me." "That pussy's all mine."
What shocked you even more was the way your body was responding to it. You were both ashamed and captivated by the scene that played out on your laptop in front of you, his dialogue, feeling like you were seeing and hearing something you shouldn't be. Heat rushed to your face, your breath hitching as he softly moaned, still stroking himself thoughtfully and skillfully.
You understood why Chris had so many subscribers on this app. You almost considered becoming one of them when the video cut off right before he finished followed by a link to pay for a monthly subscription to see the rest.
You shut your laptop, staring in disbelief and wondering what the hell you were supposed to do with this newfound information.
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"When were you gonna tell me you have an onlyfans?" You grilled Chris the next time you saw him, unable to hide your smirk when you popped the question that had been eating away at you for days.
He chuckled, narrowing his gaze at you. "How'd you find that out? You would have had to go lookin' for it."
"Don't worry about how I found out," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Aren't you like worried someone's gonna find it?" You lowered your voice, scanning the people around you and making sure no one was eavesdropping on your conversation.
"No, because the people who find out went lookin' for it," he smirked, reaching out and brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. Your face flushed, but you swatted his hand away, rolled your eyes at him, and started to walk away. He reached out and stopped you. He looked down at you with a smug smile, searching your expression. "What was your favorite part?"
"You're not actually asking me that right now," you said in disbelief, glaring in his direction.
"What? You know about it, so you must have watched some of it," he teased you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Did you like it?"
"It was objectively hot," you shrugged, trying not to boost his ego too much.
"You know," he said, his eyes dropping to your full lips. "I've been getting requests to film a scene with another person."
"Okay?" You shrugged, wondering if he was saying that to make you jealous or not. "What's that have to do with me?"
"I was hoping you maybe knew someone who would want to shoot a scene with me," he smirked, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your mouth.
"What kind of scene?" You asked, cocking your head slightly to the side, your curiosity getting the better of you.
"Like a full scene. Oral, fingering, penetration, you know," Chris replied, licking his lips.
"I don't know anyone who does content like that," you shook your head, trying to stifle an embarrassed smile as you pictured Chris in your head doing all of those things to a girl.
"Not even you?" He asked, smiling down at you.
"What? Me? No, I've never done anything like that," you immediately turned down his proposal.
"But would you?" He wondered, cocking an eyebrow as he challenged you. "Would you consider it at least?"
You stood there dumbfounded, giving Chris a look like he was out of his damn mind. Of course you wouldn't film a porn. "That's the most absurd thing I've ever hear-"
Before you could finish your sentence, Chris leaned down, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he quietly whispered, "think about it." His warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine.
Then he walked off, leaving the ball in your court, knowing you'd fold sooner or later.
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A couple weeks later, after giving the idea some careful thought, you found yourself right where Chris wanted you - in his bed, adorned in a pretty lingerie set he'd bought for you just for this special occasion.
He sat across from you shirtless, his hand on your bare thigh, slowly drawing circles on your skin in a soothing and suggestive manner. "Nervous?" He asked, dragging his eyes up to meet yours.
"Yeah," you breathed out, a blush rushing to your cheeks.
"Don't be. No one will be able to see your face," Chris replied in a calming voice. "We're filming the raw footage today, but I'm gonna edit it and run it by you before I post it, and if you don't like anything, I'll edit it out."
"I, uh, don't really know how to fake it for the audience," you admitted, glancing nervously over at Chris' laptop as the little recording button stared back at you.
"Relax. You're not gonna need to fake anything," Chris chuckled, reaching up and caressing your cheek. You subtly leaned into his soft touch, your gaze flicking up at him. "I'm gonna make you feel really good, okay?"
You nodded, feeling reassured by his soothing voice.
With his hand still gently resting on your face, he leaned in to kiss you. Your eyes fluttered shut as his luscious lips captivated your own, stealing your breath away and making your head spin with scenarios you hadn't pictured until a couple weeks ago when you first discovered that Chris was basically a moonlight pornstar.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, the kiss growing more passionate and making your stomach flutter with arousal as he softly brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You almost forgot you were doing this for business with how romantic the kiss was and how effortlessly wet Chris had you already.
Chris pulled away, just long enough to take you in, his eyes tracing the neckline of the black lace you were in. "Fuck. Look at you," he rasped under his breath, admiring your form.
After he eyed you up and down a few times like he'd been imagining you naked for years, his lips latched onto your neck. Your eyes rolled around in your head as you tilted it to the side, offering better access. His lips felt so soft and wet, and a moan slipped through as he continued to a kiss a particularly sensitive spot.
"How does that feel?" He softly cooed against the crook of your neck, suckling on it and starting to move down to your collar bone.
"Good," you breathed in response, already feeling more at ease than when the two of you had first started filming.
He took that as a green light to go further. He snagged the strap of your bra, slowly pulling down the black lace, revealing your breast. His blue eyes flickered down to your nipple and back up at you before he took it into his mouth, making you gasp.
He swirled his tongue around, feeling it harden in response. He closed his lips down around your peak and gently hummed against it, sending a vibration through you. Your hand flew up to his head, holding him in place as he softly suckled on your nipple.
He grabbed your hips, pulling you down closer to him on the bed and started to lay you down on your back. He pulled down the other strap, revealing your other breast. "Look at how pretty these are," he whispered, gently grabbing a handful in both hands as he alternated thoughtfully sucking on each one.
You cried out in pleasure, your back arching off the bed. Chris chuckled with your right breast in his mouth, loving your response.
"Am I making you wet?" Chris asked, pausing to look up at you as he reached behind your back, undoing your bra with one hand. You responded with a nervous giggle as your bra fell from your frame, embarrassed by just how wet you were. "Guess I'll have to have a look for myself, hmm?"
He dropped his gaze, fixing his eyes between your spread open legs as he hooked his finger into the flimsy fabric that was covering your soaked cunt. You bit your lip, looking down at him with a sheepish expression.
Chris had never seen these parts of you before and the fact that he was doing a reveal on camera made your clit throb.
"Look at that," he purred, his hungry gaze fixed between your thighs as he pulled your panties to the side, exposing your cunt. He gently ran his finger along your slit, making you shudder. "You're dripping."
You bit down on your lip, doing your best to contain a moan as Chris started to circle your entrance with his middle finger. You gasped, your eyes widnening when he slipped it inside of you, feeling your warm cunt stretch around it.
"So tight," he muttered, moving his finger in and out of your drooling hole. "And all mine. Can you say that for me? Say it's all mine?" He cooed condescendingly.
"It's all yours," you whimpered obediently, clenching around him. He grinned up at you devilishly, adding another finger. You gripped the comforter beneath you as he lowered his head, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach and your hips, his soft lips tickling your skin.
You could feel his hot breath ghosting over your heat, making you shiver as he continued south, his mouth just inches from your pussy. He looked up at you for a moment, a smug smirk plastered to his face as he took in your desperate expression, his finger still slowly working in and out of you.
Without warning, he spit on your folds, making you squirm beneath him. He stared down at his saliva glistening on your pussy and slowly massaged it into your clit with his thumb. You bit down on your lip, throwing your head back again at the sensation.
"I bet you want me to eat it, don't you?" He cooed, smiling smugly from between your legs. You eagerly nodded, practically begging him with your eyes as you looked back down at him with a glazed over expression.
He dipped his head down below your waist, chuckling darkly as his cheek brushed against the inside of your thigh, tickling you. He inhaled, taking in the scent of your arousal as he pistoned his fingers faster. Your head fell back once more when his tongue darted out and gently flickered over your clit.
You tightened your grip on his sheets, desperate for something to hold onto while he teased you with his tongue, swirling it in circles over your most sensitive spot. His blue eyes flicked up to meet yours every few minutes as if silently checking in on you and reading your body language for what you liked.
He closed his lips down around your pink bud, gently suckling on it while you writhed beneath him. Your chest rose and fell with every deepening breath. Your eyelids grew heavy with lust as you peered down at his head between your legs.
You ran your fingers through his messy brown hair again, encouraging him to keep going. He sped up his movements, plunging his fingers into you faster and deeper, his tongue rapidly dancing over your clit.
A string of moans and profanities streamed uncontrollably from your lips. Your legs started to tremble, pressure building deep inside you and your control slowly slipping away. Chris didn't let up, subduing you with his tongue and fingers, eating you like a starving man as you bucked your hips, grinding against his face.
Pleasure surged through your body as you reached the point of no return. The knot in your belly pulled tight, and you suddenly felt the tension break. Your pussy rhythmically pulsed around Chris' fingers, and your clit throbbed against his tongue as you finished. You closed your legs down around his head as he slurped up all your juices. You shook underneath him, seeing stars, your digits still threaded into his hair.
"Oh my god," you whispered breathlessly as he lifted his head from between your thighs. "That was incredible."
Chris glanced up at you, a satisfied smirk on his lips, his chin coated in your arousal. He slowly retracted his fingers from your cunt, licking them clean as he held eye contact. You could still hear a ringing in your ears accompanied by the sound of blood rushing back to your head as you recovered.
"You didn't fake it, did you?" Chris asked smugly, taking a subtle jab at you for questioning his abilities at the start.
You giggled in response, covering your blushing face with your trembling hands. "I don't think I could have put on that convincing of a performance."
"Well, I hope you have more in you, because we're not done yet," Chris replied, coming up to kiss you. His lips crashed into yours, filling your tastebuds with your own flavor.
You placed a hand on his chest, slowly moving it down his abs. "Keep going," he whispered against your lips, encouraging you to go lower.
"You're so hard," you gasped as your hand dipped curiously below his waist, palming him through his boxers.
"Yeah, look what you did," he mumbled, placing his hand on top of yours and making you stroke him through the soft fabric, smirking against your lips. "Wanna see it?"
"Mhmm," you eagerly nodded, breaking away from the kiss and looking into his dreamy blue eyes.
"Then take a look for yourself," he responded, situating himself on the bed and leaning back against a pillow.
You smiled up at him, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth. You hooked your fingers into his waistband, already impressed with his size by the outline of it in his underwear and what you'd seen on his onlyfans page. You slowly pulled them down, and Chris lifted his hips to help you take them off.
Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped when it sprung free from his boxers. Sure, you'd already seen it, but the videos Chris took didn't do it justice. It was big and veiny, and it hit his stomach with a heavy thud, a bead of precum already waiting impatiently at his swollen tip.
Your tongue darted out from behind your lips, wetting them as you admired his cock that was standing at attention just for you. His length throbbed under your examination, loving the way you responded to it.
You extended your arm, reaching out for his dick, and you wrapped your slender fingers around his thickness. A moan slipped through Chris' lips as you gave him the first stroke. You gazed up at him, capturing his pretty blue eyes with your own, watching them glaze over as you continued your ministrations.
You still couldn't believe it. If someone had told you a month ago that you'd be stroking Chris' cock while he filmed it, you would've called bullshit, and yet, the act you were engaging in felt like it was satisfying some deep need that you didn't even know you had.
"Why don't you lick it clean?" He asked, smirking at you, motioning towards the clear drop that pearled at his tip. You leaned in, dragging your tongue from the backside of the head and licking a stripe across his pink mushroom, cleaning it up and making him moan in response. His hand instinctively flew up to rest on your cheek. "That's it. Atta girl."
He stroked your cheekbone with his thumb as you parted your lips and wrapped them around his tip. You hummed against all his never endings, sending vibrations through his cock as you continued to stroke his shaft. He let out a breathy exhale at the sensation. You took more of him, slinking your lips down his length, your soft tongue massaging the underside of his cock.
One moment, you were completely in control. The next, Chris' fingers were tangled in your hair, gently holding your head down as he lead you through the motions. You submitted to him, letting him use your mouth however he wanted, his hips slightly lifting off the bed as he fed you more of his cock.
"You're too fuckin' good at this," Chris rasped, almost accusingly. He kept his gaze on you the entire time, cherishing how hot it looked to watch his length disappear behind your plump lips that were perfect for sucking cock if you'd asked his opinion.
You hollowed out your cheeks, bobbing up and down as Chris guided you, setting the pace he liked. Waves of pleasure echoed through him as you squeezed the base, still pumping his cock back and forth.
He peered down at you with a blissful look, his pink lips parting around a moan and his hooded eyes that twinkled with lust. You felt him twitch in your mouth, more precum spilling onto your tongue as he started to get close.
He held your head down again, making you take more of him. His tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, making you softly gag. He couldn't get enough of the way you looked, the way you sounded, or the way you felt with your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock.
He tightened his grip on your hair, combing a few loose strands out of the way as his head fell back against his headboard with a soft thud.
"Fuck," he grunted loudly, his dick pulsing and his balls tightening as he pumped your mouth full with his hot, sticky cum. You swallowed graciously, not letting a single drop go to waste. You sucked him dry, pulling off with a pop. "You're kiddin' me. That was insane."
You wiped a bit of drool from your mouth, flashing him a mischevious smile, proud of yourself for making him cum that hard. He stared down at you with a fucked out expression and a smile plastered to his face as he called his breath back to him.
"Where'd you get so good at that?" Chris purred, pulling you on top of him as he kissed you again, still breathless. You chuckled against his lips.
In one swift motion, Chris rolled over, pinning you down between his mattress and his body. You gasped, surprised by how quickly he ended up on top of you again. He wedged his long fingers into the elastic of your panties, and you kicked up your feet, helping him slip them down off your legs.
Goosebumps scattered in the wake of his fingers brushing against the inside of your thighs, anticipation causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end. He spread you open, the cold air hitting your wet heat.
Chris leaned in again, spitting on your cunt, watching his saliva mix with your arousal. You bit down on your lip, clenching around nothing as he neared your hole with his still hard cock. "Can you tell me it's mine?" He purred, slapping his tip repeatedly against your pussy.
"It's all yours," you whispered, watching him tease you.
He smirked down at you, prodding at your entrance and slowly running the head of his dick through your shiny folds. You let out a soft whimper as it brushed against your swollen clit, driving you wild. "Gonna be a good girl and take my cock?"
You nodded energetically. "Please?"
"Since you asked so nicely," he rasped, slipping the tip inside and making your jaw drop. He grunted, feeling your walls flutter around him to accommodate his size.
"I'm going to ruin you. Show everyone who this pussy belongs to," he huskily told you, making your stomach flip with excitement as he pushed it in a few more inches.
"So big," you cried out from under him, clawing at the bedding again when he started to move his hips.
Slowly but surely, he worked it in the rest of the way in. "That's it. Take it all." His words sent shivers down your spine.
He held still inside you for a moment, still bottomed out in your hole while his blue eyes bore into your soul. He took it out all the way before slamming back into you, earning a pleasured yelp from you. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in.
Suddenly, he pulled out of you, and he started to manhandle your body, flipping you onto your side. "Turn around," he ordered you. You allowed him to toss you about, climbing to your hands and knees as he pulled you closer to him by your hips.
He admired your perfectly-shaped ass as he guided his tip towards your cunt. He pushed it in again, making your back arch and a sexy moan fall from your lips. You felt so full. He licked his lips, placing both hands on your waist as he rocked his hips, pumping into you.
"Fuck. It's so big," you whimpered, loving how deep the new angel was.
"I know. I know," he cooed, slowly fucking you and feeling how good you squeezed him in return.
You glanced to your left, watching yourself get fucked on the screen. The fact that people were going to see it nearly sent you over the edge right there.
His fingers found their way into your hair. He wrapped his fist around a handful of your locks, tugging on them and using you as leverage as he sped up his thrusts.
"Oh my fucking god," you moaned inbetween staggered breaths.
"That's it, baby. Gonna ruin you for everyone to see." Your cunt throbbed around his length in response to his comments. Not only was Chris a god in bed, but he knew exactly what to say to put you under his spell.
You clutched his flannel sheets, squeezing the fabric until your knuckles started to lose color. You couldn't take much more. Chris' constant reminders about how you were all his while he pounded his cock into you deep and hard were threatening to have you come undone at any given moment.
Chris tugged on your hair again, pulling your hips back into him. His thrusts started to lose their rhythm, the both of you growing closer with each thrust. Chris could feel you losing composure. "Cum all over my cock," he gravelled under his breath.
Suddenly, you were a writhing, pathetic mess, your body becoming limp as Chris finished you off. You pulsed around him, cumming all over his cock just like he'd ordered you to. Your walls tightened around him, sending him over the edge shortly after.
He withdrew at the last second, getting dangerously close to pumping you full of his silky, hot cum. Instead, he released onto your backside, watching it glaze your skin as he squeezed every last drop out, pumping his length in his hand.
He finished with a few groans, feeling his cock twitch against his palm. "Fuck," he grumbled followed by a heavy panting. He reached over and grabbed something to wipe you off with, admiring the mess one last time before he cleaned it up. "And scene," he chuckled as if he were directing a movie.
He reached over and stopped the recording as you collapsed onto his bed, still trying to regulate your breathing and recover from the intensity of the night. "Wow. That was hot," you admitted.
"Maybe we could watch it back together," Chris shrugged, glancing over at you with a smug smirk. "And if we don't like it, maybe we could film it again."
You playfully pushed against his arm. "Hmm. I don't know. Sounds like you're just trying to get into my pants again," you joked.
"Maybe. Who says this whole thing wasn't to get into your pants?" He teased you back.
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The only source of light was from your computer illuminating the wall behind you. You waited patiently on your bed looking back and forth from the computer to your phone in anticipation for a phone call from your boyfriend. Looking at the time 11pm he should be out of practice by now if not just getting home.
You soon felt the vibrations of the phone first then instantly smiling when you saw his name pop up on screen “Cooper 💕”. Accepting the FaceTime call you saw his beautiful face, killer smile with reasonably damp hair.
“Hey baby”
“Hey you”, you replied
“How’s my lovely girlfriend doing this evening?”
“Good”, you said trying to cover up a yawn. “But a bit tired it’s been a day today, coach put us through the wringer, you know how preseason is”.
“Yes I do” Cooper chuckled. “Same thing happened with us at practice but it wasn’t too bad”
“That’s good, did you just get home”? You asked
“Yes I did” Cooper replied “and I couldn’t wait to get home and give you a call, I miss you”.
“I miss you too”, you spoke.
“When can I see you again?”, he asked.
“Um I’m not sure I’ll have to check my calendar but I think I’m pretty busy at the moment. With classes starting this week and my season starting soon as well”.
“Okay then”, Cooper replied sounding a little bit disappointed.
Both of you knew this long distance thing was going to be an adjustment for you both. From going to spend practically every other day with each other to only seeing each other like once a month. It was brutal. And to think that there will be at least two more years of this was a daunting.
“When is your first home game Coop?”, you asked while pulling out your calendar.
“October 22nd”, he replied.
“Well my first game isn’t until November 3rd, so I think I could come down and watch and possibly stay for a few days”, you spoke sounding hopeful.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. I’d just need to double check with my coach and let my lecturers know. But other than that i think I could do it”.
“Oh thank you baby I’d absolutely love that”, Cooper said smiling from ear to ear.
You return the smile, “you’re welcome”. But then a big yawn came on.
“Someone’s tired”.
“No i’m not, shh you”.
“Yes you are”, he teased “I’ll let you go to sleep okay?, I love you goodnight”.
“I love you too, night”.
You turned off your computer and put it on charge on the bedside table next to your bed along with your phone. Double checking it’s charging and your alarm is on for practice tomorrow morning. You then immediately hit the hay and fell asleep.
warnings : refrences to sex, fluff mostly, r is tall girl
a/n : first of all i’ve had no motivation to write at all but i got annoyed at the lack of cooper fics on here sooooo second of all im jerking it to this gif
Clingest guy you know, literally wants to be in your skin. He is the biggest baby when no ones around loves laying his head in your lap, head in your neck stuff like that. Cooper is the type of guy to pull you close and just suffocate you in the mornings because he’s clingy.
He loves and I mean loves watching you with kids, the first time he invited you to his camp and watched you interact with all the kids he swears he fell in love with you all over again.
On a similar note when you eventually get pregnant with Coopers kid, he's obsessed with being not only the best Dad possible but being the most supportive husband possible. His hands are always on your belly, always touching you now that you're pregnant. If you thought he was clingy before, oh this is a whole new level.
He's always know he's tall of course its hard not to always be acutely aware of that fact when you're 6'8 but now that he's with you he's almost obsessed with how much bigger he is than you. He loves how even though you're above average height for a woman he still dwarfs you in every way possible.
Still gets nervous around you, like he will genuinely smile at even the thought of you or mention of your name. He is so incredibly whipped it's insane.
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