babyface

pov. jesse loves you, he wished you knew that. so after you blew up at him earlier, he tries to make his wrongs up to you while he’s still going through his high.

notes. while i’m listening to lil peep this came to my head… i think jesse would love lil peep. anyway i absolutely loved making this. this is my favorite fanfic i’ve made so far

content warnings. ⸝⸝ arguing, drug usage, makeup sex, symptoms of drug usage, heavy angst, addict jesse, no proof read, intimacy, passionate sex, penetration

jesse stands outside the door, his world spinning and feeling as if it was repeating and had reverb because he was high. “baby, i just wanna talk.” he says, pressing his forehead against the door while he listened for you.

his forehead stays pressed against the cool wood, every heartbeat feels like it’s echoing back at him. “baby please.” he pleads. “i know i fucked up, okay? i know.. i was gonna go, i swear i was—"

the door swung open. jesse almost stumbles forward, forehead still pressed where the door had been. his eyes are blown wide, glassy, the world clearly spinning for him. he looks wrecked; hair messy, clothes rumpled, that familiar reverb in the way he moves like everything’s echoing around him.

“baby—” he starts, voice soft and cracked. “don’t ‘baby’ me right now,” you cut him off, voice thick with anger and unshed tears. you step back but keep the door open, arms crossed tight over your chest like armor.

“you were supposed to be in rehab, jesse. you promised me. you looked me in the eyes and said you’d go, and instead you’re standing here high as fuck trying to sweet talk your way back in?” you yell, staring at him.

he winces, rubbing a hand over his face like it hurts to hear it. “i know… i know i fucked up, okay? i was gonna go, i swear, but shit got heavy and i just—i couldn’t. i needed to see you first. i needed to make it right.” he rambles, stumbling on his words as he goes on.

“make it right?” you echo. you laugh, bitter and broken, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks. “this isn’t making it right, jesse! you show up spun out and think that fixes anything? i’m so fucking mad at you. i’m scared for you, and you’re just… doing this again. you always do this.”

jesse’s shoulders slump, eyes glassy and desperate as he reaches out like he wants to touch you but stops himself. “please, i’m sorry. i love you, i do. i just…everything’s repeating and loud and i can’t think straight but i had to come here. i had to tell you i’m gonna get better. for you.” he said to you, his brows furrowed.

you shake your head, scoffing. “you say that every time,” you snap, voice rising even as it cracks. you’re shaking now, livid and emotional all at once, torn between slamming the door and pulling him inside. “and every time you break my heart. i can’t keep doing this with you like this. i love you too, but i’m so goddamn tired of watching you destroy yourself.” you said, trying to maintain a normal volume but you couldn’t help yourself.

he looks crushed, forehead creasing, the high making his movements slow and heavy. “don’t say that… don’t give up on me, please. i’m right here. just talk to me.” he begs, his eyes not leaving yours. you wipe at your tears angrily, staring at him, chest tight with everything unsaid. the argument hangs heavy between you, the air thick with hurt and love and all the ways he keeps letting you down.

you want to believe he’s doing this right now, standing there high and spinning with that same old broken look on his face. “i love you so much, baby,” jesse says, voice thick and desperate, eyes glassy as he sways a little.

“you gotta know that. i love you more than anything. that’s why i’m here. walter… walter’s the reason i can’t relax, man. he’s always in my head, pulling me back into shit. i couldn’t go to rehab because of him, because everything got too heavy again and i needed something to take the edge off. i’m sorry, i swear i’m gonna fix it" he rambles on, over explaining stuff.

“stop,” you cut him off, voice shaking with rage. “just stop with the excuses, jesse. walter? really? you’re blaming him again like you don’t have a choice? like you didn’t choose to get high instead of getting help?” you don’t believe a word of it. not anymore. the hurt and disappointment twist into something sharper, and before you can stop yourself you step forward and shove at his chest, hard.

jesse stumbles back a step, but he doesn’t fight it. “baby, please—”

“no!” you yell, shoving him again, harder this time, your palms slamming into his shoulders. “i’m so fucking sick of this! you love me so much? then why the hell do you keep choosing this over me? over us?” your voice cracks loud in the hallway as you push him once more, tears streaming down your face. “every time it’s the same bullshit! walter this, the world that— i don’t care anymore, jesse! you promised me rehab and you lied!”

your volume gained volume, completely careless on what the neighbors would think of you two.

he reaches for your arms gently, trying to steady himself while the world echoes and spins around him. “i do love you, i love you so fucking much it hurts. i’m not lying, i just… i couldn’t handle it without—”

“shut up!” you shout, pushing him back against the wall now, your hands fisting in his shirt as you yell right in his face. “i don’t believe you! i can’t keep believing you when you show up like this! you’re killing me, jesse. you’re breaking my heart every single time and you don’t even see it!” you yell. your whole body is trembling with fury and love and exhaustion.

you’re still shoving at him even as he takes it, looking wrecked and small under your hands. the argument keeps spilling out, raw and loud, neither of you giving an inch.

you shove him one last time, breath coming in ragged gasps, the yelling finally dying out as the silence crashes over both of you like a wave. your hands are still fisted in his shirt, tears streaming down your face, and everything feels too heavy, too raw.

“i hate you,” you whisper, voice breaking in the quiet. “i hate you, jesse.” you say, your forehead pressing against his sternum as you began to sob. then you back up, staring at him.

he stares at you back, eyes wide and glassy, the high still making the world spin and echo around him. his face crumples for a second before he shakes his head slowly. “you don’t mean that,” jesse says, voice small and cracked, barely above a whisper.

you nod, swallowing hard even as fresh tears spill over. “i do. i hate you right now.” you assure. jesse stands completely still for a couple of seconds, just staring at you with that wrecked, hollow look.

the silence stretches, thick and painful, no more excuses, no more i love yous. then he turns without a word, shoulders slumped, and walks over to the sleeping bag laid out on his living room floor. he lowers himself onto it slowly, curling up on his side, knees drawn toward his chest.

he goes completely non verbal, eyes open but distant, staring at nothing as the reverb in his head keeps looping. no more talking, no movement, just quiet breathing and that empty stare while you stand there, chest tight, the fight drained out of the room but not the hurt.

you stare at him and just accept the end of this argument. you walk back into the room, hips swaying. he doesn’t get up to follow you, he doesn’t even move, he just listens and stays quiet.

you hear movement after what feels like forever, the rustle of the sleeping bag, slow shuffling footsteps. you’re curled up tight on the bed in the bedroom, back to the door, face buried in the pillow that smells like him. your eyes are swollen from crying, body exhausted from the fight, but you don’t turn around when the door creaks open.

jesse stands there for a long moment, still high, the world still spinning and echoing in his head. his eyes are heavy lidded and red, movements loose and unsteady like he’s floating. but he’s trying. even like this, he wants to make it right.

“baby…” his voice comes out soft and hoarse, cracked from earlier. he takes a shaky step closer, then another, until he’s at the edge of the bed. “i woke up and… i still feel like shit. everything’s repeating but i had to come in here. i can’t just lay there knowing you’re in here hurting because of me.” he says gently.

you stay curled up, not answering, your shoulders still so tense now that he’s in the room with you now.

he sinks down slowly onto the bed beside you, careful not to touch you yet even though his hands are twitching like he needs to. “i love you so much. i know i said it before and you’re mad and you hate me right now and i get it. i deserve that. but i’m still here trying… even if i’m fucked up. i don’t wanna lose you. you’re the only good thing i got left.” he begs, brows furrowing.

his voice breaks a little when he sees you still now accepting his apology, let alone even acknowledging him.

he leans forward, pressing his forehead gently against your back through the blanket. “i’m sorry i didn’t go to rehab. walter’s got me all twisted but that’s not your problem, it’s mine. i just… i need you to know i’m gonna try again. for real this time. i’ll do anything, baby. just don’t shut me out forever.” he said, his tone sounding like he had to get something else out.

“please.” he said.

jesse stays there, breathing shaky, still high and spinning but completely focused on you. his hand finally moves, resting lightly on your arm like he’s scared you’ll pull away. “i love you. i love you. i love you…” he keeps whispering it quietly, like a broken record, trying to make it up to you the only way his messed-up brain knows how right now; by being close, by staying, by repeating the truth he actually means.

you turn around slowly under the blanket, eyes red and puffy as you finally face him. he looks so wrecked, still high with that glassy stare and slow blinking, but the softness in his face almost breaks you all over again. you reach out and push him away gently, palms pressing lightly against his chest, not hard enough to hurt but enough to create space.

“don’t.”

you mumble, voice muffled and tired. before he can say anything else you grab the pillow, pulling it over your head to block him out, curling tighter into yourself on the bed. the fabric is damp from your tears and it smells like both of you, which only makes the ache worse.

jesse stays quiet for a second, the bed dipping slightly as he shifts but doesn’t crowd you. his voice comes out gentle and careful, low and hoarse like he’s afraid anything louder might scare you away.

“i’m sorry, baby… i’m so fucking sorry,” he whispers, the words slow and heavy with the high still spinning through him. “i know i keep messing up and i know you’re hurting because of me. i hate that i did this again. i hate that i showed up like this instead of just going to rehab like i promised.” he continues.

he pauses, breathing shaky, and you feel the lightest touch of his fingers brushing over the blanket near your shoulder, barely there, like he’s testing if it’s okay.

“i love you so much. you’re everything to me and i’m still here trying even though my head’s all fucked up and repeating and loud…” he adds, his other hand rubbing his face. “i just wanna make it right. i’ll sleep on the floor if you want, or i’ll leave if that’s what you need, but i’m not giving up on us.” he said.

he looks at the pillow, pausing to see if you’d look at him. but you don’t. “i’m sorry for blaming walter, for not being stronger, for breaking your trust again. i see how tired you are of my shit and i get it. i really do.” he says

his voice cracks softly but he keeps it gentle, patient, staying right there on the edge of the bed without pushing closer. “i’m gonna try harder. for you. even right now while everything’s spinning i mean it. i love you, baby. i’m right here… whenever you’re ready. i’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to.”

he falls quiet again, just sitting there with you, the reverb in his world still echoing but his focus completely soft and careful on making it up to you the only way he knows how.

you stay under the pillow, not moving an inch even as you feel the bed shift. your breathing is still shaky, eyes squeezed shut against the damp fabric, heart aching too much to push him away again or pull him closer.

jesse moves slowly, so carefully it almost hurts. his arm slides under the pillow and under your neck, gentle and hesitant like he’s scared you’ll flinch or tell him to stop. the warmth of him settles in, his skin warm and a little clammy from the high. once his arm is there he lets you rest on it, cradling the back of your neck and head without pulling you in or forcing anything.

“i’m sorry, baby,” he whispers again, voice soft and hoarse, barely louder than a breath. “i love you so much. i’m right here… i’m not leaving you.” he whispers once more.

he doesn’t say much more. the world is still spinning and echoing for him, but he curls up beside you on the bed, careful not to crowd too much. his breathing slowly evens out as he drifts back into another nap, exhausted and high and clinging to this small bit of closeness like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. his arm stays under your neck the whole time, protective and gentle even while he sleeps.

you don’t move. you just stay under the pillow, letting his arm hold you, tears still silent against the fabric while the room fills with quiet and the heavy weight of everything unsaid.

you stayed under the pillow for a long time, but eventually the warmth of jesse’s arm under your neck and the steady sound of his breathing pulls you in. without thinking you shift closer, turning fully into him. your face finds the crook of his neck, legs wrapping around his as much as they can, arms sliding around his torso and holding on tight. you cling to him like he might disappear, tears drying against his skin.

jesse stirs after a while, eyes fluttering open, still heavy and glassy from the high. the world is still spinning slow with that familiar reverb, everything echoing softly in his head, but the first thing he feels is you wrapped around him completely, warm and close. his breath catches, a quiet, broken sound leaving his throat.

“baby…” he whispers, voice hoarse and thick with sleep and the drugs. his free hand moves slowly, gently rubbing on your back, holding you like you’re the only real thing in his spinning world.

you don’t say anything. instead you press your lips softly to his cheek, once, twice, slow and deliberately. your kisses travel across his skin until they reach his lips. jesse’s eyes close again as he kisses you back, gentle at first, almost scared, but full of everything he’s been trying to say.

the kiss deepens naturally, soft and passionate, mouths moving together with quiet need. your tongue slips against his and he lets out a shaky breath into you, meeting you with the same emotion, slow and heartfelt, tongues gliding warm and tender.

there’s no rush, no heat driven by lust, just pure love and relief and the ache of everything you’ve been through pouring into the kiss. his hand cradles the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair as he kisses you like he’s trying to pour every “i’m sorry” and “i love you” straight into your soul.

jesse stays completely wrapped up in you, still high but grounded by your body against his, the kiss lingering long and passionate, full of forgiveness and quiet desperation to make it right.

you keep kissing him, slow and deep, tongues moving together in that same tender rhythm, full of everything unsaid. the kiss is warm and lingering, breaths mingling softly, like you’re trying to breathe life back into each other. your hands move gently over his back, then slide up to his face, cupping his cheeks as you pour all the hurt and love into him.

jesse kisses you back with the same quiet passion, his arm still under your neck, holding you close like you’re the only steady thing in his spinning world. his free hand traces slow circles on your side, reverent and careful. you pull back just enough to look at him, eyes glassy with fresh tears but full of need for closeness.

without a word you reach for the hem of his shirt, tugging it up slowly. he lifts his arms to help, and you peel it off him inch by inch, your fingers brushing over his skin with pure affection. he does the same to you, hands gentle and trembling slightly from the high, lifting your shirt over your head and setting it aside like it’s something precious.

the rest comes off even slower. pants, underwear, both of you helping each other, movements unhurried and soft. every touch is loving, every brush of fingers full of care and quiet apology. no rush, no hunger, just the deep need to be skin to skin, heart to heart, nothing between you anymore.

once you’re both bare you pull him back in, legs wrapping around him again as your mouths find each other. the kissing continues, slow and passionate, tongues gliding warmly, bodies pressed close with nothing but love and tenderness.

his hands roam your back and sides softly, holding you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away, while you cling to him just as tightly, fingers in his hair, kissing him like this is the only way to heal what broke between you.

jesse whispers against your lips between kisses, voice hoarse and full of emotion, “i love you… i love you so much, baby.” the words melt into another deep, lingering kiss, the kind that says everything his high and tired mind can’t put together right now. “i love you” you respond between kisses, sighing softly in the kiss. you stay tangled like that, skin warm against skin, lost in the slow passionate connection, letting the love wrap around the hurt.

the love between you feels heavier than the hurt right now, wrapping around every breath.

jesse shifts carefully, moving over you with that same gentle slowness, never rushing. he settles on top, chest to chest, his weight comforting and close as he holds himself up just enough not to crush you. his forehead rests against yours, eyes half lidded and glassy from the high, the world still spinning softly around him, but all he sees is you.

“i love you,” he whispers against your lips, voice hoarse and full of everything he feels. “so much, baby… i’m right here with you.” he says softly.

you feel him slowly slide into you, inch by inch, deep and careful, filling you completely as your bodies connect in the most intimate way. a soft gasp leaves your lips at the closeness, at how perfectly he fits against and inside you. there’s no rush, just slow, deep movements, him rocking into you with quiet passion, every thrust full of love and apology and need to be as close as humanly possible.

your arms wrap tighter around his back, legs around his waist, holding him there, chest to chest, hearts beating together. you kiss him again, pouring everything into it as he moves inside you, slow and deep and steady.

“i love you,” you whisper back against his mouth, voice breaking with emotion, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes. “i love you, jesse… even when it hurts, i love you.” he add.

he lets out a shaky breath, burying his face in your neck as he keeps that gentle, passionate rhythm, sliding deep and staying close, hips rolling slow so you feel every bit of him. his arms cradle you, one hand tangled in your hair, the other stroking your side with pure tenderness.

a soft, broken sound leaves his throat. the rhythm stays gentle but so much more passionate now, every deep roll of his hips pouring love into you, like he’s trying to heal the cracks between you with every movement.

“i love you,” jesse whispers hotly against your neck, voice thick and trembling. “god, baby, i love you so fucking much. i’m sorry… i’m so sorry for everything. you’re my everything. don’t ever forget that.” he hugs you tighter, burying his face deeper into your neck as he keeps moving, slow and deep and full of emotion, chest pressed so firmly to yours you can feel both your hearts racing together.

you hug him back just as hard, fingers digging into his back, nails pressing gently into his skin as you cling to him. “i love you, jesse,” you breathe, voice cracking with feeling. “i love you… i love you so much.”

he lifts his head just enough to kiss you again, deeper this time, tongues moving together with raw passion and tenderness. the kiss is wet and heartfelt, full of quiet desperation and devotion as he rocks into you steadily, holding you like you’re the only thing keeping him from falling apart. his arms stay locked around you in a tight, protective hug, never letting go, every thrust slow and meaningful, bodies moving as one.

“i’m never letting you go,” he murmurs between kisses, forehead pressed to yours, eyes glassy and full of love even through the high. “you’re my baby… my whole world. i’ll keep trying for you. i swear it.” his voice breaks softly as he hugs you even closer, hips rolling deep and passionate, pouring every ounce of his messed up heart into you.

you kiss him harder, hugging him with all your strength, legs tightening around him as the love and emotion between you swells, raw and beautiful and healing in its own broken way.

the wave hits you both at the same time—soft, intense, and deeply connected. you come with a quiet, shaky cry against his mouth, body trembling under his as he follows right after, burying himself as deep as he can and holding you through it.

his arms stay wrapped tight around you, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged and warm as you both ride the feeling together, hearts pounding in sync.

you stay like that for a long moment afterward, tangled and bare, just holding each other. jesse’s still high, eyes glassy and movements slow, but his touch is nothing but gentle as he strokes your hair and back.

after a while he presses a soft kiss to your temple, then your cheek, voice low and careful. “c’mere, baby… let’s go take a shower together. i wanna take care of you. warm water, just us. i don’t wanna let go of you yet.”

he stays on top of you a second longer, hugging you close one more time before slowly pulling out and helping you up, his arm staying around you the whole time, protective and full of quiet love.

you let jesse help you up from the bed, your legs a little shaky as you both stand there naked and raw. he keeps his arm wrapped around your waist the whole way to the bathroom, moving slow and careful like the world is still tilting under his feet. you can tell he’s still high. his eyes glassy, blinking slow, head turning like he’s chasing echoes in the corners of the room.

he turns the water on warm, testing it with his hand before guiding you both inside. the spray hits your skin softly and you both sink down together onto the shower floor, backs against the cool tile, warm water cascading over your tangled bodies. jesse pulls you into his lap, legs wrapped around each other as much as the small space allows, arms locked tight in a full embrace. your head rests against his chest, his chin on top of your head, hearts still beating close.

“baby” he murmurs, voice soft and hoarse over the sound of the water. his hand strokes slowly up and down your back, gentle and loving. “i’m so sorry for everything. you mean the world to me. sitting here with you like this… it’s the only thing that feels real right now. everything else is spinning and echoing but you’re right here.” he rambles, clearly suffering from the high.

you hug him tighter, arms around his neck, fingers gently playing with the wet hair at the nape of his neck. “i love you, jesse. even when i’m so mad and hurt… i still love you more than anything. i just want you to be okay. i want us to be okay.” you mutter.

he nods against you, pressing a slow kiss to your wet hair, then your forehead. the water runs down both of your faces mixing with leftover tears. “i love you too. so fucking much it hurts sometimes. i know i keep letting you down but i swear i’m gonna keep trying. you deserve better than this messed up version of me… but i’m here. i’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to.”

you shift a little closer, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, breathing him in under the warm spray. “i don’t hate you. i was just so scared and angry. i don’t want to lose you.” you respond, sighing quietly and deeply.

“you’re not gonna lose me,” he whispers, voice cracking softly. his arms squeeze you tighter, one hand cradling the back of your head like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held.

“even when my head’s all fucked up and repeating and loud… you make it quieter. i love you, baby. i love you, i love you, i love you.” he keeps repeating it gently between soft kisses to your temple and cheek, still high but completely focused on you, the reverb in his world fading just a little with every word.

pov. after the argument you both had, you texted him to come over. he listened, now he’s waiting outside your parent’s house. you then called him, and he hears what you’re doing on the phone

notes. so guys i watched fifty shades of grey again and im ngl its.. boring. i think i liked it way more when i was younger because i knew my ass wasn’t allowed to watch it.. now i’m a old fart.

content warning. ⸝⸝ fem reader, sneaking around, penetration, dirty talk, masturbating over the phone, explicit language, no proof read cause idc, teasing over the phone, fingering, talking you through orgasms, smoking during sex, make up sex, quiet sex

it’s midnight and he’s waiting for you to sneak out your parent’s house. the blue moon spilling into his car, as his eyes stare off into the empty street. his phone vibrates, lighting up his face. he picked his phone up, answering your call. “yeah?” he speaks into the phone. 

the last time you’ve spoke, he stormed off, he was angry and said you weren’t helping his problems. soft tension still existing in his face. he’s been waiting for a couple minutes, but he didn’t mind it. he knew how your parents were, didn’t matter that you were a grown woman, you were still under their roof.

“jesse.” you breathed into your phone. your teeth clamped on your bottom lip, saving you from moaning into the phone. he didn’t answer for a second, sitting still while he thought to himself. “yeah?” he said quickly after he realized he hadn’t respond. by the time he responded, your legs were quivering, knees bent to your chest.

your eyes wander down to your naked body, staying put on your sensitive pussy. you let him think that you wanted to have a conversation with him at your house, but never specified how you’d do it.

your body jerks around the more you rub the flat part of your middle and ring finger against your clit. your breath shakes, tiny whimpers escaping your mouth and into the phone. “i need you so bad.” you cry out quietly. his jaw dropped. “i’m gonna cum thinking about you.”

if he wasn’t hard at just the thought of you before, he sure as hell is now. “tell me how it feels.” he demands softly, his eyes staring off into the street, his elbow on the window, and his hand hovering over his mouth. jesse wasn’t shy, neither were you, so sex was always easy to ask for and exciting for him. he’s used to vanilla sex and some other things added into it, but he never would’ve thought you playing with yourself over the phone was a option.

your hips bucked slightly, and your thighs slammed closed. your hand smushed between your inner thighs. he was hearing you unravel, your breath hitching and breathing get heavier. “tell me how it feels.” he whispered into the phone. your mind was going fuzzy and all you could feel was the cold air against your nipples. “it feels so good, jesse.” you cry out, breathlessly.

his boxers grow tighter and tighter. “i’m going to cum jesse.” you mention, your legs shaking. “no, i’m coming inside. is your window open?” jesse asks, unbuckling his seatbelt. “mm-hm.” you lazily said, mind fuzzy and occupied with the feeling. jesse hangs up, and his hand slides down to his back pocket, taking a cigarette out of the box. he puts the cigarette between his lips, lights it, and gets out his car.

he lurks through the shadows, slowly but surely making his way to the side of your parent’s house and to your window. your window was open, inviting him in. he stuck his leg through and his eyes found you on the bed. his hands rush to his belt, walking over to your door, and locking it. your pussy was aching for him, your legs going wider when he approaches.

the smell of his cigarette travelled around the room. his hands finally pulled his belt past his belt loops, dropping it onto the ground quietly. you were still playing with yourself, your teeth still sunk in your bottom lip. you looked exhausted (you were), he liked that.

jesse rustled out his clothes quickly, he didn’t want to waste any more time. his hand found your nape, as his other hand grabbed his cock and rubbed his tip against your clit with your fingers.

you stopped playing with yourself, taking in the feeling of his pulsing tip against your clit. “keep going.” he mutters, your brows furrow as you groan — brattiness oozing out from your throat. “i’m so tired.” but anyway, your fingers slither down to your pussy, slowly rubbing. he bites his lip, focusing on your pussy.

he watches you for a second, that lazy smirk pulling at his lips like he knows exactly how wrecked you are. “you look so fuckin’ tired, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and rough from the cigarettes. “yo, let me take over. You don’t gotta do shit anymore.” he speaks up.

before you can even answer, jesse’s hand slides down between your thighs, his rough fingers brushing yours. he doesn’t wait,he just pushes your hand away gently but firmly, replacing it with his own.

two of his fingers glide through your slick folds, teasing your entrance before sinking inside you in one smooth motion. they’re thicker than yours, longer, and the stretch makes your back arch off the bed with a shaky gasp.

“fuuuck…” he breathes, eyes locked on where his fingers disappear into you. “you’re so wet for me already. you been waiting, huh?” he asks. he curls his fingers just right, stroking that spot inside you that makes your thighs tremble. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow, messy circles while he pumps his fingers deeper.

the wet sounds fill the room, filthy and loud in the quiet of your bedroom. jesse leans down closer, his bare chest pressing against you, lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “that’s it… just lay there and take it. i got you, babygirl.” he whispers to you.

you can feel his hard cock resting heavy against your thigh, twitching every time your walls clench around his fingers. he picks up the pace a little, scissoring his fingers, stretching you open while his thumb keeps working your clit in perfect rhythm.

he groans softly, biting his lip again. “you gonna cum on my fingers like this? c’mon… don’t hold back on me now.” he teases. his free hand stays at the back of your neck, holding you close while he fingers you steady and deep, like he’s got all night to wreck you. which he likes.

he leans over you, still knuckle-deep in your soaked pussy, fingers curling slow and deliberate like he’s in no rush now that he’s got you under him. his eyes flick to the side of your bed where his jeans landed. he reaches down with his free hand, fishing a cigarette and lighter from the pocket.

“you started a fight with me,” he mutters, voice low and raspy as he pops the cigarette between his lips. “actin’ all crazy earlier like i was the one trippin’. now look at you… all needy and shit.”

the lighter clicks, flame lighting up his face for a second while he takes that first deep drag. smoke curls out of his mouth as he exhales, eyes half-lidded, watching his own fingers pump in and out of you. “did you start it for a reason? or nah?” he asked, watching you smile softly. he smirked seeing you smile, while he keeps smoking, casually, like fingering you is just background while he chills.

“i’m here now,” he says, blowing a slow stream of smoke toward the ceiling before looking back down at your face. “makin’ it up to you, baby. even though you were the one actin’ up.” he told you. his fingers push deeper, scissoring gently, stretching you while his thumb keeps lazy circles on your swollen clit.

the smell of smoke and sex mixes heavy in the room. every time your walls flutter around him he lets out this soft little groan, cigarette dangling from his lips as he focuses on wrecking you nice and slow.

“feel that?” he whispers, curling his fingers harder against that spot that makes your toes curl. smoke slips out with every word. “yeah… that’s me takin’ care of you. you don’t gotta be a little brat no more tonight. just cum for me, alright?” he says softly. he takes another long drag, holding the smoke in while he speeds up his fingers, wet sounds getting louder as he works you closer.

his free hand stays on the back of your neck, thumb stroking your skin almost tenderly while smoke keeps drifting around his face.

he takes another slow drag from the cigarette, eyes locked on your face while his fingers keep pumping steadily into you, curling just right against that spot that makes your whole body tense up. the smoke curls around his lips as he whispers to you. “you’re gettin’ so tight, baby… yeah, that’s it. you’re right there, huh?” he says.

your hips start bucking against his hand, thighs shaking hard as the pressure builds fast and overwhelming. you try to stay quiet but a loud, broken moan slips out anyway, way too loud for your parents’ house. jesse’s eyes widen a little and he quickly moves his free hand from your neck to clamp firmly over your mouth, muffling the sound right as you start to cum.

“shhh, yo— quiet,” he hisses, still smoking with the cigarette dangling from his lips while his fingers fuck you through it. “you’re gonna wake ‘em up. keep it down, babygirl.” he tells you. your orgasm crashes hard, pussy clenching and pulsing around his thick fingers, soaking his hand as waves of pleasure rip through you.

you cry out against his palm, the sound coming out desperate and muffled. your back arches hard off the bed, legs trembling uncontrollably while he keeps stroking you through every pulse, thumb rubbing messy circles on your clit.

“fuck… that’s my girl,” he groans softly, taking one last drag before flicking the cigarette into the ashtray on your nightstand with the hand that was over your mouth, fingers still buried deep inside you, slowly working you down from the high. “so loud when you cum for me… but you gotta be quiet tonight, alright?”

your moans die down into shaky little whimpers, leaning in to kiss your forehead, still breathing heavy.

he stays close, his body warm against yours as you catch your breath, still hazy and fucked out. your voice comes out soft and sleepy, barely above a whisper, all tired and needy. “jesse… please fuck me,” you mumble, eyes half-closed. he lets out a low chuckle, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. “yeah? okay, baby. i got you.” he mumbles.

he didn’t even bother to make you beg like he usually does, he knows you’re so tired.

he reaches over to your nightstand, rummaging around for a condom, checking the drawer and even under a couple things. after a few seconds he sighs, shaking his head. “shit… i don’t have one. you got any?”

you just shake your head sleepily, too worn out to care “fuck it,” he mutters, voice rough. “you sure?” he asks, and you nod, moving to your side. that’s all the answer he needs.

jesse slides in behind you, pulling you flush against his chest in big spoon, little spoon. his arm wraps around you tight, one hand resting on your hip as he lines himself up. you feel the thick head of his cock press against your soaked entrance before he pushes in raw, stretching you open in one slow, deep thrust.

“ohhh shit…” he groans quietly into your hair, burying himself to the hilt. you moan and his hand quickly comes up to cover your mouth again as he starts moving, slow but hard thrusts from behind, spooning you tight while he fucks you. every stroke is deep, his hips rolling against your ass as he fills you completely.

“gotta stay quiet, yo,” he whispers hot against your ear, palm firm over your lips while his cock drags in and out of your tight pussy. “can’t wake your parents… even though you feel so fuckin’ good raw like this.” he talks to you in your ear.

he keeps one hand over your mouth the whole time, muffling every whimper and moan as he fucks you deeper, the wet sounds of skin on skin barely hidden under the blanket. his other arm stays wrapped around your waist, holding you close while he breathes heavy against your neck. “that’s it, babygirl… take it just like that.” he said sweetly in your ear.

he keeps fucking you slow and deep from behind, hips rolling in that lazy, steady rhythm that makes your head spin. every thrust pushes him so far inside you it feels like he’s hitting your soul. his hand stays firm over your mouth, keeping you quiet while your pussy clenches around his bare cock.

you reach up weakly, fingers wrapping around his wrist as you tug his hand down from your lips. he lets you, though his thrusts don’t stop, just slow even more, grinding deep.

“jesse…” your voice comes out all wrecked and breathy, heavy with sleep and cock drunk haze. “i’m… i’m sorry… for bein’ mean to you earlier…” you mumble. the words shake as another slow, thick thrust makes your eyes flutter. you have to pause, biting your lip hard, trying to focus while his cock drags so perfectly against your walls. “i was such a… bitch… and i— fuck—” you whimper as he sinks in deep again, your voice cracking. “i love you… i love you so much, jesse…” you mutter.

it’s a struggle to get it all out. every word slurs and breaks, your brain too foggy from how full you feel, how deep he’s buried inside you. your eyes are barely open, lashes fluttering as you push back against him, desperate and soft.

he groans low against the back of your neck, hips stuttering for a second before he keeps that same slow, punishing rhythm. “yeah? you love me, huh?” his voice is rough, amused but warm. “even after startin’ that whole fight, baby? shit… you’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re all cock drunk like this.” he states, his voice all in your ear.

you try to nod, another broken moan slipping out as he grinds into you. “mhm… love you… sorry… please don’t stop” you plead. “i ain’t stoppin’,” he whispers, pressing a kiss behind your ear while his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you even closer. “i got you.” he reassures.

he keeps that slow, deep rhythm, grinding into you from behind, his cock stretching you so full with every thrust. his arm stays wrapped tight around your waist, holding you close while his lips brush the back of your neck “i love you” you repeat, voice low and sleepy. “fuck, you’re gonna make me lose it, baby.” he grunts.

your body starts trembling again, that warm pressure building fast between your legs as he fucks you so deep and steady. every slow push makes your toes curl and your breath hitch. “jesse… i’m— i’m gonna cum again,” you whimper, voice all broken and sleepy.

he groans softly against your skin, hips snapping a little harder. “yeah? you close, babygirl?” he breathes, hand sliding down to rub your clit in lazy circles while he keeps thrusting. “can i cum in you? please, yo… i’m so fuckin’ close inside you.” he asks and you nod frantically, barely able to form words as your orgasm starts crashing over you. "yes… yes! cum with me… please cum inside me, jesse—"

and the second you say it, your pussy clamps down hard around him, pulsing and fluttering as you cum hard. your whole body shakes in his arms, a muffled moan slipping out as waves of pleasure rip through you. “fuck— okay, baby, i’m cumming— shit—” he whispers.

— 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 —

pov. you ask if you can be on top tonight and once he finally agrees, under one circumstance…he gets to record you taking all of it.

notes. thank you guys sooo much for almost 100 followers, i appreciate it so much! i’ve gained all of you guys from only this month, i’m so so grateful to see people being as interested in my writing as i am! my requests are always open.

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, recording during sex, taunting, reader riding rafe, rafe can’t touch reader, kinda dom reader, no proof read, finger sucking, mentions of reader being a bad girl, toxic rafe, really long smut, arguing during sex, edging

no, no, no, no. thats all you hear when you ask rafe if you can be on top tonight, he’s not bad at fucking you, he’s amazing. but you want to see how it’s like to see him struggle to keep up with you. a part of you thinks that’s exactly what it is, weakness.

he doesn’t wanna show it.

he’ll fuck you till you cry, embarrass you, laugh in your face but when it comes to him being done that way? or there is even being a small possibility of that happening, he doesn’t want it.

you’re sat across from him on the couch and figured it wouldn’t hurt to try and ask again. “rafe?” you say, his attention stayed glued to his phone as he hummed in response to you. “yeah?”

when he didn’t receive a response, he looked over at you, lifting his brow. his confusion in his brows. “what?” he repeats. you smile, crawling over to him and placing a leg over his lap to get comfort. his hands lay lightly on your calf, rubbing your legs.

“can i please be on top?” you beg. he didn’t reply, just staring at you and eventually rolling his eyes, lifting his phone up and going back on it. “please rafe.” you plead, getting up and straddling his lap, while you grabbed ahold of his phone and tossed it somewhere on the couch.

now he couldn’t ignore you. he huffs a sigh out his nostrils. “why?” he questioned, his irritation biting at his patience with you. “i want to try it,” you start, his eyes scan your face to see if you’re trying to fuck with him.

his jaw tightened before he adjusted under you. “fine,” he said, as you get excited a knowing smirk grows on his face. “but you got to let me record it.” he whispered, you roll your eyes and get off his lap. “okay, fine. but all it’s gonna show is you struggling to keep up.” you teased which he didn’t find funny.

you’re already naked, straddling rafe’s hips on the bed, his thick cock buried deep inside you as you settle your weight down. the camera on the nightstand lamp is rolling, its little red light steady, catching the full view; your tits heavy and bouncing slightly with every shift, your curves on full display, the soft dip of your waist, the way your ass spreads against his thighs.

you can see just the top of his buzzed hair and the sharp cut of his abs and chest muscles flexing beneath you. he’s on his back, hands slightly fisted in the sheets like he’s fighting the urge already.

“you sure about this?” rafe mutters, voice low and rough, eyes locked on you. “you’re wasting your fucking time, baby. you’re not gonna cum like this. me just laying here doing nothing while you do all the work? that’s cute and all, but we both know you need me moving.” he said, his bitterness showing.

you roll your eyes, palms planted on his chest for balance. “shut up, rafe.” you bark out. he smirks, that cocky tilt to his mouth. “i’m serious. you’re gonna get tired and frustrated and—”

you grab his wrist, bringing his hand up to your face. without breaking eye contact you wrap your lips around two of his fingers, sucking them slow and wet into your mouth, tongue swirling around the digits as you start to move.

you lift your hips and sink back down hard, bouncing on his dick with a slick, filthy sound that fills the room. the camera catches everything, your tits jiggling with every rise and fall, the way your body curves and arches as you ride him.

rafe’s breath catches, his abs tightening under your hands. “fuck… you little—” he groans out. you pull his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, still bouncing steadily, grinding down deep on every drop so his cock hits that perfect spot inside you. “i said shut up. you don’t get to touch me. you don’t get to move. only i do.” you squeeze your walls around him on purpose, rolling your hips in tight circles that make his jaw clench.

he groans, head tipping back against the pillow, but his hands stay down even as his fingers twitch like he wants to grab your ass or your waist. “you’re gonna regret this when you can’t finish,” he grits out, voice strained.

you lean forward, tits brushing his chest, and bounce faster, the wet slap of skin on skin getting louder. “then stop talking and let me prove you wrong, asshole.” you suck his fingers back into your mouth again, moaning around them as you fuck yourself on his cock, taking every inch over and over while the camera records it all. your body moves like you own him, curves rolling, hips working, completely in control.

your pussy clenching tight around his thick cock with every drop. the camera’s still catching it all. your tits swinging heavy, your curves glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his abs flexing hard underneath you.

rafe’s breathing gets rougher, jaw tight. “why do you even wanna do this?” he growls, voice low and pissed. “huh? my dick not good enough for you anymore? you like me helpless like this or some shit? just laying here while you use me like a fucking toy?” he questions.

you don’t answer. instead you grab his hand again, guiding it straight to your tits. his palm immediately squeezes, rough and greedy, fingers digging into the soft flesh as you ride him harder. you suck two of his fingers back into your mouth, moaning around them, tongue swirling wet and sloppy while your hips keep working.

“answer me,” he snaps, thrusting up once on instinct before catching himself and forcing his hips back down. “you get off on this? controlling me? bet you’re soaked just ’cause i can’t fuck you the way you need.” he continues.

you pop his fingers out just long enough to glare down at him, still bouncing, pussy dripping down his shaft. “shut the fuck up, rafe. you’re not in charge tonight.” you bark out at him.

he squeezes your tit harder, thumb brushing your nipple, voice getting meaner. “yeah? then why the fuck are you dragging this out? we both know you’re gonna get tired and start begging me to flip you over and ruin that pussy like you always do.” he comments.

you lean forward, tits pressing into his hand, and start fucking him faster, the wet slap of your ass hitting his thighs echoing. he’s arguing but his cock is twitching like crazy inside you.

you finally pull off his fingers with a wet sound and look him dead in the eyes, voice breathy and teasing. “i’ve been a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad girl haven’t i?” you teased, which made his jaw almost drop.

the second the words leave your mouth you feel him throb violently inside you, getting even harder, thicker, stretching you fuller. rafe groans deep, his grip on your tit turning almost bruising as his other hand fists the sheets tighter.

“fuck… you’re such a little brat,” he hisses, eyes lit with need. “talking like that while you’re creaming all over my dick. you really think you’re gonna cum before i lose it and grab you?” he asked.

you just smile, rolling your hips slow and deep, letting him feel every inch while you suck his fingers back into your mouth again, moaning loud around them for the camera. the argument keeps spilling out between his gritted teeth, but his body is betraying him more with every bounce.

you lift yourself off his cock with a wet pop, your pussy already aching from how full he felt. rafe’s eyes narrow as you turn around, swinging one leg over so your back is to him. you plant your hands on his thighs for balance, ass right in his face, and sink back down onto his dick reverse, taking every thick inch in one smooth glide.

the camera on the nightstand catches the new angle perfectly, your full ass bouncing, your arched back, the side profile of your tits swinging heavy, and the way your pussy stretches around him.

you look back over your shoulder at him, lips parted, and start riding again, rolling your hips in deep, filthy circles before bouncing harder.

“jesus christ,” rafe murmurs, voice rough. “what the fuck is this now? you really just gonna keep playing these games? turning around like i’m not even worth looking at while you use my dick?” he bitches.

you bite your lip and keep bouncing, ass jiggling with every drop, pushing back so he gets the perfect view. “i know baby… i’m so bad to you,” you purr, voice sweet and teasing.

he scoffs but his hands twitch hard at his sides. “yeah, you are. acting like you own me tonight. you like this shit? making me lay here like a fucking loser while you put on a show for the camera?”

“mmhm, i know,” you moan, looking back at him again as you fuck yourself faster on his cock. your ass claps against his abs with every bounce. “i don’t deserve this dick at all, do i? i’m such a bad, bad girl for treating you like this.”

rafe’s breathing gets heavier. he’s trying to look pissed, jaw clenched tight, but you can feel how much harder he is inside you, throbbing with every teasing word. “keep talking like that and i’m gonna lose it. you think this is funny? huh? acting all bratty just ’cause you get to be on top for five minutes.” he asks.

you reach back for his hand, lacing your fingers with his and guiding it forward. you place his big palm right on the front of your throat, pressing his fingers there lightly like you want him to choke you. the second he grips, you lean back into it, using the leverage to pull him up.

rafe sits up without thinking, chest pressed to your back, his cock driving even deeper from the new angle. the pressure is insane, your walls squeezing tighter around him, your ass grinding down harder as you keep riding. you feel him groan against your shoulder, his hand staying on your throat like he can’t help it.

“fuck… you little tease,” he mutters, voice strained, clearly pretending he hates it even as his hips twitch up to meet you. “you’re really gonna make me sit here and take this shit?” he asks, his voice slightly breaking.

“i know baby,” you whisper back over your shoulder, still bouncing, voice dripping with fake innocence. “i’m so bad… i don’t deserve this dick, but i’m taking it anyway.” you taunt. his grip on your throat tightens just a little, and you can feel how much he’s fighting not to lose control completely.

you keep riding him like that, ass grinding back against his abs in deep, rolling bounces, your pussy taking every inch while his chest presses hot against your back. rafe’s breath is ragged in your ear now, heavy and uneven, his hand still wrapped around the front of your throat.

“fuck… shit,” he mutters under his breath, right against your skin, voice breaking a little. you feel him rub his free palm roughly over his face, like he’s trying to pull himself together, but his cock is pulsing hard inside you, betraying how much he’s struggling. “goddamn it… you’re fucking killing me.” he moans softly.

you hear every filthy curse and smile, looking back over your shoulder at him while you bounce slower but deeper, clenching around him on purpose. “what, you can’t take it baby?” you tease, voice sweet and breathy. “can’t handle me riding you like this? poor rafe… getting all worked up just from laying there and letting me use his dick.” you tease, a whiny moan being let out.

“shut up,” he growls, breath hot and shaky against your ear. his hand tightens slightly on your throat before he suddenly slides it up, clamping his palm firmly over your mouth.

you moan against his hand, the sound muffled, but you gently wrap your fingers around his wrist and pull it away from your lips. you turn your head just enough to keep eye contact, still riding him steady, your ass pressing back against him with every roll of your hips.

“it feels so good rafe,” you whisper, voice dripping with satisfaction. “your cock’s so deep like this… stretching me so fucking full. i love it. i love being bad for you.” you moan out for him.

he lets out a strained groan, forehead dropping against your shoulder as his breath fans hot and heavy across your skin. his other hand grips your hip hard for a second before he forces it back down to the sheets, fighting the rule.

you can feel how tense he is, muscles coiled tight, every inch of him struggling not to flip you over and fuck you his way.

“you’re such a fucking brat,” he hisses in your ear, voice rough and low. “keep talking and i swear to god—” you cut him off with another slow grind, moaning softly. “but it really does feel so good… you can’t even handle hearing how wet i am for you, can you?” you ask and he groans.

rafe curses again under his breath, palm rubbing over his face once more as he tries to steady himself, clearly losing the fight with every bounce of your ass on his cock. the camera keeps rolling, catching every second of his struggle and your teasing control.

you keep riding him deep, ass bouncing against his abs, when rafe’s breath suddenly stutters hard in your ear. “fuck— i’m about to cum,” he growls, voice strained and desperate.

you stop instantly, lifting your hips and sliding all the way off his cock with a slick sound. you look back over your shoulder at him, lips curled in a smug little smile. “you’re gonna cum baby? oh that’s sucks.” you taunt. rafe’s eyes flash with pure annoyance, jaw clenched tight. “are you fucking kidding me right now?”

you turn around fully, pushing his chest until he falls back against the pillows, his muscular body laid out for you again. the camera catches everything, your curves moving over him, tits swaying as you crawl up his body. you hold his gaze the whole time, eyes locked on his as you drag your tongue slowly down the center of his abs, tracing every hard line and ridge, tasting the salt on his skin.

“poor rafe,” you tease softly, licking lower, brushing just above his throbbing cock. “can’t even last with me on top, huh?” you laugh. “you’re such a fucking tease,” he snaps, voice rough with frustration. “you’re really gonna edge me like this? after acting like you own my dick all night? this is bullshit.” he barks out.

you just smile and crawl higher, straddling his lap again. your mouth finds his neck, sucking hard on the skin right below his jaw, pulling a dark hickey to the surface while he keeps arguing.

“you think this is funny?” he hisses, even as his cock twitches hard against your thigh. “stop playing games and fuck me right or i’m taking over—”

you cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling yourself close as you sink down onto his cock again slowly, letting every thick inch stretch you open. you moan softly against his neck, sucking another hickey right next to the first one, then another, marking him up while you start riding him in lazy, deep rolls.

“keep arguing, baby,” you whisper, stretching your body down against his, chest pressed to his, hips still working as you ride. your mouth stays on his neck, sucking and licking, leaving a trail of fresh hickeys while your pussy squeezes around him. “tell me how mad you are… i love when you get all pissed like this.”

rafe groans, hands fisting the sheets again as he fights not to grab you, his body tense and trembling underneath yours. the camera on the nightstand keeps recording every second, your ass moving, your mouth claiming his neck, his abs flexing with every slow grind of your hips.

you keep riding him slow and deep, mouth latched onto his neck, sucking fresh hickeys into his skin while your hips roll in filthy circles.

rafe’s breathing is wrecked, chest heaving under you. suddenly he sits up straighter, back leaving the pillows, muscles flexing hard as he tries to pull away from the overwhelming pleasure, jaw locked tight like he’s fighting not to blow his load too soon.

“fuck… wait—” he mutters, voice strained.

you don’t let him escape. you lift one leg up and put it where he bends his arm, his arm naturally hooking your leg over his arm, spreading yourself open even more. the new angle forces his cock impossibly deeper, hitting that perfect spot with every grind. it tricks him instantly, his hips buck up hard, fucking into you just right despite trying to stay still.

you moan loud right in his ear, lips brushing his skin as you cling to him, arms still wrapped around his neck. “mmh, rafe… your dick is so fucking big like this,” you whimper, voice breathy and teasing. “stretching me so full… i’m such a bad girl for making you hold back, aren’t i?” you say in his ear and he groans, grip tightening on your raised thigh even as he tries to stay in control.

you keep bouncing on him, pussy squeezing around every thick inch while you moan hotter in his ear. “don’t stop, baby,” you gasp, pretending like he’s the one driving into you. “fuck me just like that… don’t stop, rafe, please—”

“you’re not even letting me stop, you little shit,” he growls against your shoulder, breath hot and ragged, but his hips keep snapping up to meet yours, chasing the feeling even while he’s pissed about it.

you smile against his neck, sucking another dark hickey as you ride him harder in that spread-open position, leg held high by his strong arm. “your cock feels too good. don’t stop fucking me, rafe.” every moan, every teasing word pours right into his ear while the camera on the nightstand catches the whole thing. your bodies locked tight, his muscles straining, your curves bouncing as you use him exactly how you want.

you keep riding him hard in that twisted position, leg held high by his strong arm, his cock slamming deep with every bounce while your mouths hover close. your moans are filthy and constant in his ear, body stretched and pressed against him.

“you wanna cum, baby?” you whisper, voice dripping with mock sweetness as you clench around him. “tell me… you wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” you taunt. rafe’s grip on your thigh tightens, breath ragged and hot against your neck. “yes— fuck yes, let me cum.”

you smile against his skin and finally give in, riding him faster, hips slamming down as you chase it. the pressure builds fast and sharp inside you until you snap, you cum hard first, pussy pulsing and gushing around his thick cock.

warm liquid streams down his dick in messy spurts, soaking his abs and balls with wet, obscene noises that fill the room. the sound is filthy, slick and loud as you keep bouncing through it, creaming all over him.

“fuck— that’s it,” rafe groans, his voice breaking.

the second he feels you falling apart and soaking him, he loses it completely. his cock throbs violently inside you and he cums hard, thick ropes pumping deep into your pussy while you milk him through both your orgasms. his whole body tenses under you, muscles straining as he fills you up, the wet mess between you only getting worse with every twitch.

pov. he thought you forgot about his birthday, but how could you? you called him while he was out, telling him you have a surprise when he gets home so of course his freaky ass is coming back…

notes. do i have any frank castle freaks? don’t be shy… like this if u are (imagine this flops. bye.)

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, lingerie, sex, smut with plot, tad bit of angst, cussing, no proof read, you crawl to him, finger sucking , ownership kink, riding, praising and degrading, mirror sex

you stand at the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables for dinner, the knife steady in your hand as the scent of garlic and onions fills the small apartment. frank leans in the doorway behind you, arms crossed over that broad chest, watching you like he always does, quiet and intense, like he’s trying to read every little move you make.

“you know what day it is?” his voice is low, rough, almost casual. but you catch the edge in it. you glance over your shoulder, wiping your hands on a dish towel. “uh… friday?” you say, genuinely confused for a second. “why, something happening?” you question, brows furrowing in confusion.

he doesn’t answer right away. just stares at you, jaw tight, those dark eyes searching your face like he’s waiting for something to click. when it doesn’t, he gives a small nod, almost to himself. “yeah. nothing.”

he turns and walks out without another word, boots heavy on the floor. you hear the front door shut a minute later. you frown, going back to the food, heart twisting a little. you know exactly what day it is. of course you do. frank’s birthday. but you wanted it to be a surprise. no half assed acknowledgments in the middle of the day. you wanted him wrecked by it when he came home.

it’s been hours since you last seen frank, so long ago that you decided to take a shower and put on a special surprise for him; lingerie. it of course was covered by your robe, you wanted to catch the man off guard.

you grab your phone and call him he picks up on the second ring. “yeah?” you smile to yourself, hearing his voice. “hey,” you say softly, leaning against the counter. “you busy out there?” you ask.

“not really.” his voice is flat, guarded. you can hear the city noise in the background, traffic, distant sirens. he’s probably walking the streets like he always does when something’s eating at him. “come home,” you tell him, keeping your voice light but firm. “i’ve got a surprise for you.” you say softly into the phone.

there’s a pause. you can almost picture the way his brow furrows, the way he stops walking. “what kind of surprise?” he questions. you laugh. “the kind you’re gonna like,” you murmur. “just get back here. i’m waiting.” you tell him and another second of silence passes. “i’m coming.” he said, lowly and rough.

you smile to yourself as you hang up, running to the kitchen to set everything up for him.

you know how his mind works. he thought you forgot. he thought today was just another day in the shitshow that is his life. but you didn’t forget. you could never.

twenty minutes later you hear the door open. his steps are quicker now, purposeful. you step out of the kitchen just in time to see him fill the doorway, shoulders tense, eyes immediately locking onto you like he’s still half expecting disappointment.

“frank,” you say, soft. he doesn’t move at first. just looks at you then his gaze flicks past you to the kitchen, catching the low lights, the cake you baked earlier sitting on the counter with a single candle, the little setup you made with his favorite whiskey and the things you know he pretends not to care about but secretly does.

his throat works. “you knew.” he whispers. you walk over to him, reaching up to slide your hands over his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him under your palms. “of course i knew, baby. how could i forget?” you say to him gently.

he exhales hard, like the weight of the whole damn day just left his body. one big hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw as he pulls you in. his mouth finds yours, hungry, grateful, a little desperate. when he breaks the kiss he rests his forehead against yours, breathing you in.

“thought you forgot,” he mutters, voice gravel. “never,” you whisper back, smiling against his lips. “happy birthday, frank.” you gently say to him, smiling at him softly.

you pause and gently push him back a step so you can reach for the belt of the soft robe you’re wearing. “oh, i almost forgot.” his eyes drop immediately, watching with that intense, predatory focus as you slowly untie it and let the fabric slip open.

underneath is the black lace lingerie you picked out just for him,barely there, sheer panels hugging your curves, the garter straps tight against your thighs, everything designed to make his brain short circuit. his jaw clenches, breath going rough as his gaze drags over every inch of you.

“fuck,” he mutters, voice gravel low. one hand reaches out, calloused fingers tracing the edge of the lace at your hip like he’s afraid it might disappear. “all this time… you were in here wearing this?” he asked, his eyes looking all over you.

you laugh. “i put it on when i got out the shower.” you say,m, letting the robe fall completely to the floor. “wanted it to be a surprise. didn’t want you thinking it was just another day.” you murmur.

he exhales hard, like the last weight finally drops off his shoulders. then that starved side of him surges forward. frank grabs you by the waist and lifts, setting you on the kitchen counter in one smooth motion. his mouth is all over you, your neck, collarbone, the swell of your breasts above the lace. his teeth and tongue leaving marks as his hands roam greedily over the lingerie.

“thought you forgot,” he adds, his breath against your skin, nipping at the lace covering your nipple until you arch into him. “never,” you breathe, legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer. “couldn’t forget the man who owns me.”

his hand slides between your thighs, fingers teasing over the thin fabric, feeling how wet you already are for him. a low, satisfied sound rumbles in his chest. “good girl,” he murmurs, dark and rough, already pushing the lace aside. “gonna show you exactly what that does to me, sweetheart. all fucking night.” he said.

you let frank carry you to the bedroom, his hands gripping your ass the whole way, mouth hot against your neck. he sets you down on your feet just inside the room, then backs up to sit on the low bench at the end of the bed. his legs are spread wide, boots planted on the floor, eyes locked on you like a predator who’s finally been fed.

you stand in front of him, the black lace lingerie clinging to your body, sheer enough that you can feel the heat of his stare on every inch of exposed skin. slowly,

you turn for him, letting him drink it all in, the way the garters frame your thighs, the delicate straps over your shoulders, the tiny thong that barely covers anything. you run your hands over your own curves, teasing, arching your back just enough to make his jaw tick.

“fuckin’ look at you,” he mutters, voice low and rough, elbows resting on his knees. “all dressed up for me like a goddamn present.” he said, looking up and down your body.

you smile, biting your lip as you sway your hips. “you like it?” you ask and his eyes darken. “crawl to me.”

the command hits low in your belly. you don’t hesitate. you drop to your hands and knees right there on the floor, the lace stretching tight over your ass as you start moving toward him, slowly on purpose. his eyes locked on you the whole time. every shift of your body makes the lingerie pull and tease against your skin, and you can see the way it’s driving him crazy,his hands flexing on his thighs, breathing getting heavier.

when you reach him, you sit back on your heels between his spread legs, looking up at him through your lashes. frank leans forward, one big hand coming down to caress your face, thumb stroking your cheek, fingers tracing your jaw like you’re something precious and filthy all at once.

“good girl,” he growls softly. his thumb brushes your bottom lip, then presses inside. you part your lips obediently, letting him slide two thick fingers into your mouth. you suck gently at first, tongue swirling around them, tasting the salt of his skin. his eyes never leave yours, the eye contact dark and intense, watching every little movement.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, pushing deeper, voice dropping even lower. “suck like you mean it, sweetheart. show me how bad you wanted this.” he teased.

you moan around his fingers, hollowing your cheeks, eyes watering a little as he slowly fucks your mouth with them. his other hand strokes your hair, almost gentle, but you can feel the tension in him, the barely leashed hunger. he’s teasing you right back, making you wait, making you earn it, all while you’re kneeling there in nothing but lace for him on his birthday.

you stay on your knees a little longer, sucking and licking his fingers just the way he likes, until frank finally pulls them free with a wet pop.

“get up.”

you rise slowly, legs a little shaky from the position, the lace lingerie still hugging your body like a second skin. frank’s hands are already moving, thick fingers working his belt open with practiced efficiency, then shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock.

it springs up hard and heavy, thick veins standing out, the head already glistening. he gives it one slow stroke, eyes never leaving you.

“turn around,” he says, voice gravel. “sit on my lap, yeah?” he taunted. you obey, turning so you’re facing the large mirror mounted on the wall in front of the bench. you lower yourself onto him, settling between his spread thighs, your back flush to his solid chest.

the heat of his bare cock presses right against your ass and the thin strip of lace between your legs. his big arms wrap around you, one hand splaying possessively over your stomach, the other gripping your hip.

“grind on it,” he murmurs against your ear, breath hot. “slow. let me feel you.” he said. you start moving, rolling your hips in deliberately in circles, sliding the soaked lace back and forth along his length.

every grind makes his cock throb against you, the friction teasing your clit through the fabric. frank’s eyes are locked on the mirror, watching your face, your parted lips, the way your cheeks flush, the little gasps you can’t hold back.

“look at yourself,” he whispers, voice dark in your ear. one hand slides up to cup your breast through the sheer lace, thumb flicking over your nipple. “look how fucking pretty you are grinding on my cock like a good little slut on my birthday.” his voice rasps.

your head falls back against his shoulder, but he nudges it forward again so you’re both watching in the mirror. his massive frame behind you, your body arching and moving for him. the sight makes you wetter, your hips moving faster, pressing harder against his thick shaft.

after a few torturous minutes, his grip tightens on your hips. “ride me,” he orders, low and rough. “now.” he orders.

you lift up just enough. frank’s hand moves between your legs, thick fingers hooking the thin strip of lace to the side, exposing your dripping pussy. he lines himself up, and you sink down slowly, taking every thick inch until he’s buried to the hilt inside you. a broken moan escapes your lips at the stretch.

“fuck… that’s it,” he groans, both hands now gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “ride it, sweetheart. show me how much you remembered.” he tells you.

you start moving, rising and falling on his cock, the wet sounds filling the room as you watch yourselves in the mirror, his eyes burning over your shoulder, jaw clenched, completely lost in the sight of you fucking yourself on him in nothing but that sexy black lingerie.

you ride him harder, hips rolling and bouncing on his thick cock, the wet slap of skin echoing in the bedroom. every time you sink down, he fills you so deep it steals your breath. frank’s hands are everywhere, gripping your hips, sliding up to squeeze your tits through the lace, pinching your nipples until you whimper.

“eyes on the mirror,” he growls against your ear, voice wrecked and low. “watch yourself take every inch like you were made for it.” he teased.

you force your gaze up. the reflection is filthy, your body arched back against his broad chest, lingerie straps slipping off your shoulders, tits bouncing with every thrust, his massive hands owning you while his cock disappears between your thighs. the sight pushes you closer, heat coiling tight in your belly.

frank’s hand snakes down, fingers finding your clit through the bunched lace. he rubs tight, relentless circles, matching the rhythm of your hips. “that’s it, sweetheart. feel that?” he rasps, biting down on your shoulder. “cum on my cock. wanna feel you squeezing me.”

your moans get louder, breathy and desperate. you grind down harder, chasing the pressure of his fingers and the stretch of his dick. he keeps talking to you in your ear, filthy praises mixed with rough commands until the coil snaps.

“frank— oh fuck—” you cry out, thighs shaking as your orgasm crashes over you. your pussy clenches hard around him, pulsing, soaking his cock while you ride it out. your head falls back against him, body trembling, but he doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, dragging every last wave from you until you’re whimpering and oversensitive.

“good girl,” he groans, voice strained. his hands lock onto your hips, taking control. he thrusts up hard, fucking into you from below with deep, punishing strokes. the mirror shows everything, your wrecked expression, his clenched jaw, the way he’s losing himself in you. “fuck, baby… gonna fill you up,” he groans.

a few more brutal thrusts and he buries himself to the hilt, groaning loud and raw against your neck as he cums. you feel every hot pulse of him deep inside, thick and endless, his arms wrapped tight around your waist like he’ll never let you go.

first of all, thank you so much for being vulnerable enough to ask me this! a lot of people struggle with writing and sit in their confusion because they’re afraid but i’m glad you’re giving me a chance to speak my truth

write for yourself. you can do requests, yes, but write what you love. i write no matter who sees it, it just matters if i like it and am happy with it! likes don’t matter to me, neither do comments. they are always welcome but not required for me to be happy about writing.

search for inspiration in music or in other’s fanfics! obviously make sure you credit them but that’s how ideas get made. that’s how most of my ideas get made when i’m making a fic about a character

pov. elphaba visits glinda before she leaves with fiyero but instead of giving glinda clarity… they make love. like idk what u guys thought i’d say im nasty

notes. in honor of pride month, i thought i’d write a fanfic about my favorite (secret) couple. pls request lesbian couples! i’d love to write them. also. i love this song. it reminds me of them so much okay ily bye

content warnings. ⸝⸝ lesbian, oral, tad angst, dom glinda, sub elphaba, explicit language, no proof read, passion, fingering, gentle sex, making love not sex, this is kinda rushed

the sound of glinda’s glass door that opens to the balcony caught her attention, a soft gasp being pushed out. glinda paused, looking around before running as fast she could in her heels to the doors. she opened the doors, looking around in the dark sky.

“elphaba thropp, i know you’re out there.” glinda said, looking around her balcony before hearing the sound of boots hitting the ground of her balcony. glinda swung around and saw elphaba standing there, staring at her. her brows furrowed, she looked tired.

glinda walked up to elphaba slowly, her hands grabbing onto hers as she walked past the glass doors.

the two sit in silence. “what are you doing here?” glinda asks finally, her eyes watching elphaba as if she was to disappear at any second. “i wanted to see you.” elphaba said, swallowing hard.

glinda slowly walked closer, watching elphaba to make sure she wasn’t making the wrong move. glinda kissed elphaba softly, leaving the trail of sweetness from her gloss on elphaba’s lips. glinda then backed up, giving elphaba space.

the kissed landed harder than it should’ve.

“what if..” elphaba whispers to glinda, catching her attention. glinda’s brows furrow in concern. “what?” she asks, her brown eyes staring into elphaba. “what if fiyero finds out… about us? about this.” elphaba questions, but glinda’s face didn’t move.

instead, her hands found elphaba’s waist. glinda pulled elphaba inch by inch toward her, keeping loving eye contact to the green woman. “i don’t care.”

elphaba stared at glinda and suddenly the world went quiet. elphaba walked to glinda, kissing her while her green hand held a side of her face. glinda responded with a passionate kiss, walking back to transition this to a more passionate love making nature.

her hands stayed gentle on elphaba’s waist, guiding her backward through the open glass doors and into the soft glow of her bedroom. the pink and blue layers of her dress swished around her legs, the fabric shimmering like it did under the oz lights during that final number. elphaba’s black dress and boots felt heavy against it all, her green skin warm where their bodies brushed.

“shh,” glinda murmured against elphaba’s lips when she felt the green woman tense. “just us tonight. no one else matters.” her voice was soft, sweet like always, but there was that edge of command underneath—the one that made elphaba’s stomach flutter.

elphaba nodded, breathing shaky, letting glinda lead her until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the grand bed. glinda’s fingers worked slowly, unfastening the clasp of elphaba’s cloak first, then easing the dark fabric of her dress down her shoulders. every touch was deliberate, reverent. “you’re so beautiful like this,” glinda whispered, kissing the corner of elphaba’s mouth, then her jaw, then the sensitive spot just below her ear. “my elphaba. let me take care of you.”

“glinda…” elphaba’s voice came out low and uncertain, but she didn’t pull away. instead she leaned in, hands hovering like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to touch. glinda caught them, pressing them to her own waist.

“you can hold me,” glinda said, smiling that bright, encouraging smile. she pushed elphaba gently onto the bed, climbing over her so the full skirt of her dress pooled around them like petals. glinda kissed her deeper now, tongue brushing elphaba’s in slow, coaxing strokes until the green woman moaned quietly into her mouth.

glinda’s hand slid down, tracing over elphaba’s collarbone, between her breasts, lower still until she reached the hem of what remained of elphaba’s dress. she pushed it up, fingers grazing soft green thighs. “tell me if you want me to stop,” she said, but her eyes were already dark with want, fixed on elphaba’s face.

“don’t stop,” elphaba breathed, hips shifting just a little. “please.”

glinda hummed in approval, kissing her way down elphaba’s body—slow, open-mouthed presses against green skin that made elphaba shiver. when she reached the apex of those thighs, glinda looked up, blonde curls framing her face, pink gloss slightly smudged. “good girl,” she whispered, and the praise made elphaba’s breath hitch.

glinda’s mouth was warm and gentle, tongue flicking softly at first, exploring, tasting. elphaba’s hands fisted the sheets, a quiet gasp escaping as glinda licked a slow stripe up her center, then circled her clit with careful, loving pressure. “oh—glinda,” elphaba whimpered, thighs trembling. glinda kept one hand on elphaba’s hip, holding her steady, the other stroking soothing circles on her stomach.

she took her time, sucking lightly, then softer again, building that sweet ache until elphaba was rocking gently against her tongue. only when elphaba’s breaths turned into soft, desperate sounds did glinda slide a finger inside, curling it just right. “that’s it,” glinda murmured against her, voice muffled and adoring. “let me hear you, darling. you’re doing so well for me.”

elphaba’s head tipped back, green fingers threading carefully through glinda’s perfect curls, not pulling, just holding on. glinda added a second finger, thrusting slow and deep, matching the rhythm of her tongue. the dress she wore rustled with every movement, the blue and pink fabric brushing elphaba’s skin like a constant reminder of who was in control.

“glinda, i’m—please,” elphaba gasped, body tightening.

“come for me, please” glinda said softly, not a demand but an invitation, her fingers pressing just a little firmer, tongue relentless in its gentle worship. elphaba shattered with a broken moan, hips stuttering, waves of pleasure rolling through her as glinda stayed right there, coaxing her through every pulse until she was limp and panting.

glinda kissed her way back up, lips shiny, and pulled elphaba into her arms. she held her close, stroking green skin with tender fingers, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth. “my perfect elphaba,” she whispered between kisses. “i love you like this. all mine.”

elphaba curled into her, still trembling a little, burying her face in the crook of glinda’s neck. “i love you too,” she mumbled, voice raw and honest. “even if the world burns for it.”

pov. rafe is coming back from the military… it’s been years since you’ve seen him. so. idk. um. u guys fuck because sex is fun. ok. bye.

notes. do u guys think rafe would go into the military?? i think no… im ngl.. dont kill me im on s1

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, military rafe, penetration, dirty talk, reader riding rafe, explicit language, no proof read, sleepy sex,

thick. big. swollen. wide. all those words barely did rafe justice now. you couldn’t even recognize his body, he was scrawny last time you seen him. he had barely any muscle, now he’s 6’2 and just his biceps hid half of your face.

it was unfair just how hot he is. his body now was nothin’ like it was when you last seen him, but you aren’t complaining. since he left, you’ve been torturing your pussy with no contact, so when he got home… it was on.

he came into the house, feet dragging against the wood floor. he was so tired due to coming back on a plane from his base that was somewhere else out of country. he gave you a open mouthed kiss on your neck, hooking his arm around your neck while walking toward the bedroom for the bed.

the bed groaned and sunk under his weight, you ran to the other side of the bed, helping him take off his shirt. he grumbled from his sore muscles being used, hiding his discomfort only slightly.

your eyes scan his new body, you couldn’t get over the last time you’d seen him, there’d been sharp edges to him, a lankiness he hadn’t quite grown into. now his shoulders filled doorways, and lean muscle stretched beneath sun tanned skin. your fingers traced his abs while he laid back, his muscles flexing while he moved. that was new.

you couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop touching. your fingers kept dragging over the hard ridges of his abs, feeling them twitch and flex under your palms like they had a mind of their own. he let out a low, tired groan, eyes half lidded as he sank deeper into the mattress.

“baby… i’m fuckin’ wiped,” he mumbled, voice rough and slow, but his big hand still slid down to grip your thigh, squeezing like he didn’t want you going anywhere. “missed you so bad though.” he whispers with a soft smile.

you smiled back, leaning down to kiss his chest, then his collarbone, then that sharp jaw that now looked carved from stone. “i know you’re tired. just lay back, rafe. let me take care of you.” you tell him in his ear.

he tried to protest, mumbling something about wanting to fuck you proper, but it came out slurred as his eyes fluttered. you could tell the long flight and the weight of his new body were dragging him under. you took each other’s clothes off and yadda yadda yadda.

when you straddled his hips, his cock twitched hard against your thigh—already thick and heavy, swelling up even more as you ground down slowly. “fuck… yeah, like that,” he breathed, hands lazily sliding up your sides. his grip was still strong, but slower, sleepier. he was fighting to keep his eyes open, trying to focus on you while his body begged for rest.

you reached between you, wrapping your fingers around his cock. god, he was so wide now, your hand couldn’t even close all the way around the thick base. you stroked him a few times, watching the way his abs clenched and his mouth fell open in a quiet moan. he was already leaking, swollen head shiny and flushed.

“you’re so big, rafe,” you whispered, lining him up with your soaked entrance. “can’t believe how much you’ve changed.” you say, he let out a sleepy, wrecked chuckle. “all for you, baby. c’mere.” he groans.

you sank down on him slowly, gasping at the stretch. even half-asleep, he was huge, filling you so deep and wide your thighs trembled. rafe’s head tipped back, a low groan rumbling out of his chest as you bottomed out. his hands settled heavy on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to help guide you, but he wasn’t thrusting up like usual. he was letting you set the pace, eyes barely open, watching you, his lips parted.

“shit… so tight,” he slurred, trying to keep up, trying to roll his hips to meet you. every time you lifted and dropped back down, taking his thick cock to the hilt, he’d let out these soft, exhausted sounds, half moan, half sigh. his biceps flexed as he held onto you, veins standing out against the new muscle, but his movements were lazy, heavy with sleep.

you rode him harder, grinding your clit against his pelvis each time you sank down, chasing that full feeling only he could give you. the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filled the room, mixed with his quiet, broken curses.

“rafe… look at me,” you whispered, leaning forward so your tits brushed his chest. his eyes cracked open, blue and hazy with exhaustion and lust. “i’m tryin’, baby… feels so fuckin’ good. don’t stop.” his voice was deep, slow, like he was speaking through a dream. one of his hands slid up to cup your breast, thumb lazily circling your nipple while you bounced on his cock.

you could feel him throbbing inside you, so swollen and hot. every roll of your hips made his jaw clench, his sleepy face twisting in pleasure. he was barely keeping up now, hips jerking up weakly, chasing your heat, but the way he looked at you, all fucked out and half gone, made you clench around him tighter.

“gonna cum just like this,” you told him, riding him faster, grinding deeper. “want you to fill me up while you’re all sleepy and big like this.” you moan out. rafe groaned long and low, his head falling back against the pillow. “yeah… fuck, take it. it’s yours, baby. all yours.” he rambled.

you came hard, pulsing around his thick length, and he followed right after with a deep, tired moan, cock twitching as he spilled inside you, warm and endless. his hands stayed on your hips even as his breathing evened out, eyes finally slipping shut completely.

pov. when on a mission, you and ghost got stuck inside a locker…expecting a fast escape to get you guys out, you’re stuck inside there for hours with each other.

notes. this is so old and i finally finished it omg. now note this i am not a professional in the british language all i know is they eat beans for lunch and amy winehouse is a great singer

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, stuck in a locker, oral, dirty talk, bad language, no proof read

like a dog snarling over their food, he was stupidly possessive over you. never clear in your face but his intent was there and he’d never admit it— all you’d get is his brows pushed down and defiance in his eyes.

possibly shut up.

you’ve had moments where you almost kissed him and he’s had moments where he wanted to tear your clothes off your body.

the circumstances were unfair.

his muscular body hovered over you, arm bent against the ceiling of the small locker, head tilted down in the tight locker that was locked from the outside. you sat on your knees on the metal floor, your gear making you stuffed there.

he sighed. “command, this is ghost. be advised— corporal your name and i are confined inside a storage locker. door collapsed inward due to a blast pressure. we are unable to force a exit.” he states, his british accent echoing within the locker.

he hurried a sigh out his nostrils. his knees on either side of your head, his crotch being in front of your face regardless if you looked up made him internally groan.

the dispatch talkie distorted in a pshht sound, then sparked back up in service. “access route’s blocked by a collapsed beam. engineers can’t reach you yet. earliest safe entry is eight hours.” simon paused hearing it.

“eight hours confirmed?” silence. “affirmative. forcing it now risks a full collapse. hold position. we’ll run checks every thirty mikes.” the heat of his rising anger burned at his nape, his chest felt small and the air felt thinner.

he bit his cheek, beyond frustrated. “copy. holding.” his tone held his bitterness, a backpack to his other previous critiques of the mission. “command out.”

“fuckin’ hell,” he mutters low, voice rough in the dark. his hips shift slightly and you feel the thick outline of his cock twitch against your cheek through his pants. there’s no room to pull away. every small movement grinds him closer.

your hands fumble in the cramped space, unzipping him as best you can. when his heavy cock springs free, it slaps warm and hard against your lips. simon groans quietly, one big hand resting on the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair. the locker rattles faintly as he tries to adjust, but it only pushes his length firmer against your mouth.

you part your lips and take him in. the angle is awkward, your neck strained, but you suck him slowly, tongue swirling around the thick head. he’s already leaking, salty and warm on your tongue. you bob as much as the tight space allows, cheeks hollowing, taking him deeper with each careful movement. wet sounds fill the tiny locker—obscene and loud in the silence.

simon’s breath hitches. “that’s it… keep sucking,” he growls, voice barely above a whisper. his hips rock forward in shallow thrusts, fucking your mouth in the little room he has. your knees ache against the hard floor, but you can’t move, can’t do anything but swallow around his cock while he uses your mouth.

he grows thicker, pulsing on your tongue as you suck harder, spit dripping down your chin. his hand tightens in your hair, guiding you as much as the cramped locker lets him. low grunts escape him with every slide of your lips, the tension building fast in the stifling heat between you.

you feel him throb, close already. “gonna cum,” he warns, voice strained. you don’t pull back—you can’t. you suck him through it as he spills down your throat in thick ropes, hips jerking, a muffled groan vibrating through his chest. you swallow every drop, breathing hard through your nose while he softens slightly on your tongue, still trapped together in the tiny locker.

simon lets out a low, shaky breath, his hand still tangled in your hair. his cock twitches between your lips, not fully soft. you thought you both were done but after a few seconds he shifts his hips, pushing the thick head deeper into your mouth again even though he just came “fuck… don’t stop,” he murmurs, voice rough and low. his voice echoing around the locker. “keep sucking me. i need more.”

you feel him starting to harden again on your tongue, swelling thicker as you obediently swirl your tongue around him. the tight space makes it impossible to pull back, so you just take him deeper, sucking slowly while spit runs down your chin. “yeah… just like that,” simon groans quietly, his free hand bracing against the locker wall. “your mouth feels too fucking good. i want you to drain me again.” he groans.

he starts rocking his hips in shallow, careful thrusts, fucking your face in the cramped darkness. his cock grows fully hard once more, stretching your lips wide as he uses the limited space to slide in and out. “don’t you dare stop sucking,” he growls softly, fingers tightening in your hair. “i’m not done with you yet. gonna cum down your throat one more time before we get out of here.” he rambles.

you keep sucking him obediently in the suffocatingly tight locker, your knees aching and your jaw sore from the awkward angle. simon’s cock is rock hard again, throbbing heavily on your tongue as he rocks his hips in short, desperate thrusts.

“fuck… good girl,” he breathes out, voice gravelly and strained. “suck harder. i’m getting close again.” he breathes out. you hollow your cheeks and take him as deep as the cramped space allows, tongue pressing firmly along the underside of his thick shaft. wet, sloppy sounds echo quietly with every bob of your head. his hand grips your hair tighter, almost painfully, guiding your mouth while his breathing grows ragged.

“shit—right there,” he groans low, hips stuttering. “gonna cum… gonna fill that pretty mouth again.” he rambles on, brows furrowed. his cock swells even thicker between your lips, pulsing hard. with a deep, muffled grunt simon pushes forward as much as he can and comes hard.

thick, hot ropes of cum spill across your tongue and straight down your throat. he keeps thrusting shallowly through it, draining himself completely while you swallow around him, taking every drop he gives you.

“fuck… swallow it all,” he growls, voice breaking slightly as the last spurts hit the back of your throat. his body trembles against yours in the tiny space, chest heaving, cock twitching on your tongue until he finally starts to soften. he doesn’t pull out right away. instead he stays buried in your warm mouth, breathing heavily in the dark, one hand still stroking your hair almost gently now.

pov. your ex boyfriend rafe finds out you’re on a date with a new guy… of course rafe being rafe, he shows up.

notes. hes so hot. okay hi hello pls read warnings before u read. ok thank u. ok bye. ok bye fr…noo stoop u go first, ooommg fineee ill go first

content warnings. ⸝⸝ manhandling, car sex, cussing, angry rafe, hate sex, angry sex, no proof read, arguing during sex, idk more they just argue, toxic, crazy ex, possibly cnc(?), rafe calls you a bitch, really rough sex

you know you’re in deep shit when rafe finds out you did shit he doesn’t like, so when your friends ratted you out that you were having fun with another guy at the beach.. he shows up.

he doesn’t let you know he knows though because you’ll avoid him.

“today was great, thank you for taking me out.” you smile, your hair blowing around in the wind. the man smiles, and nods. “of course.” the man replies. you smile at him and sigh. “well… i should get going, text me tomorrow okay?” you tell him, the man nodded and you both went different directions.

when getting to your car, you drop your keys on the ground accidentally. you bend over to get it, and head to your car door. while clicking the button to unlock your car, you hear footsteps behind you, and suddenly your back is being slammed against the car door.

you scream and his hand covers your mouth. “who the fuck were you just with?” he asks, your eyes looking up and meeting his. “none of your fucking business.” you bark back, your voice vibrating against his hands. he scoffs. “oh yeah? none of my business?” he asks.

“yeah.” you reply. “it is, when i’m fucking you every night you want me.” he replied, frustrated growls in his voice. you tried but you failed to control the eye roll you just gave him, he clocked it immediately. “what if i want better dick?” you said but you obviously didn’t mean it, he was amazing.

he scoffs. “all of this is about you wantin’ dick?” he questioned, his brows in a tight scowl. he then roughly moves you to the back seat door, opening it and undoing his belt quickly.

“fuckin’ slut wanted dick all along? unbelievable.” he comments, working his clothes off his body while throwing you roughly in the backseat. he gets in, closing the door behind him. “you’re such a fucking bitch sometimes,” he growled, grabbing your wrists when you tried to push him away.

“says the asshole who can’t keep his dick in his pants for five minutes,” you snapped back, voice dripping with attitude. you glared at him even as heat pooled between your legs. “get off me, rafe. i’m not in the mood for your shit tonight.” you say, you were obviously lying and he knew it. “yeah? that why your nipples are so fucking hard?” he smirked, yanking your top up roughly. you squirmed underneath him, bratty as ever.

“don’t touch me,” you hissed, even though you lifted your arms so he could pull the shirt over your head. “you think you can just drag me into my own backseat and i’ll spread my legs? you’re so fucking delusional.” you barked out. rafe laughed darkly, hands already working on your shorts, tugging them down your thighs along with your panties in one aggressive pull. “keep running that pretty mouth, baby. we both know you’re soaked right now.” he teased.

you kicked half heartedly as he stripped you, but the confined space made it useless. “fuck you. i hate you.” you say. “good,” he muttered in response, shoving your thighs apart. “i hate you too.”

he freed himself from his pants, thick and angry-hard, and pushed inside you in one brutal thrust. you gasped sharply, nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched you open. “shit—slow down, you dick,” you whined, still trying to sound bratty even while your walls clenched around him.

rafe gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him while he started fucking you hard, the car rocking with every angry snap of his hips. “shut the fuck up,” he growled against your lips. “you love this. love when i fuck the attitude right out of you.” he taunted. you moaned loudly despite yourself, legs wrapping around his waist as he pounded into you. “i still hate you,” you breathed, voice breaking with every thrust.

“yeah?” he smirked, slamming deeper. “say it again while you’re coming all over my cock.” he tells you, but you don’t. rafe gripped your jaw tighter, grabbing your attention. his hips snapping forward relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping filling the cramped backseat. “say it again then,” he taunted, voice low and mean. “tell me how much you fucking hate me while your pussy’s gripping me like a slut.” he says.

you tried to keep your bratty glare, even as your eyes fluttered and another moan slipped out. “i do hate you,” you spat, breath hitching hard with every deep thrust. “you’re such a toxic asshole, rafe. think you can just—fuck—use me whenever you want?” you say while slurring on your words.

he laughed breathlessly, pounding into you harder, the car shaking. one hand slid down to grip your thigh roughly, spreading you wider.

“yeah? keep talking shit, bitch. we both know you live for this dick. acting all high and mighty but you’re creaming all over me already.” he said.

you bit your lip, trying to stay defiant, but your voice cracked as he hit that spot inside you repeatedly. “shut up— you’re not even that good,” you lied, nails digging into his back. “i’ve had better. you’re just… fuck— rafe, slow down!”

he doesn’t. “bullshit,” he growled, slamming into you even rougher, making your head bump lightly against the door. “you’re struggling so fucking bad right now. can’t even keep up with me, can you? poor little brat’s getting fucked stupid.” he coos mockingly.

you whined loudly, legs trembling around his waist as you tried to match his pace but failed miserably. “i hate you so much,” you gasped, voice shaky and far less confident now. “you’re such a— ahh— fucking dickhead. think you’re so hot just because you have a big cock.” you say. rafe smirked down at you, sweat dripping from his forehead as he drove into you without mercy.

“keep lying to yourself, baby. your pussy’s fluttering like crazy. bet you’re gonna cum all over the guy you ‘hate’ any second now.” he responds with a laugh. “no i’m not,” you shot back weakly, trying to sound bratty but sounding desperate instead.

your body betrayed you completely, back arching as you clenched hard around him. “fuck you, rafe. i’m not— i’m not gonna…” you stammer, jaw going slack. “yeah you are,” he groaned, leaning down to bite your neck. “cum for me like the needy little whore you are. prove how much you hate me while you soak the backseat.” he taunts.

rafe kept fucking you hard, the car rocking violently with every brutal thrust. you were a moaning mess underneath him but still clinging to that bratty attitude, even as your voice shook. “is that all you got?” you sneered, trying to sound cocky despite how full you felt. “calling this a dick? it’s so fucking little, rafe. pathetic.”

he paused mid thrust, his eyes narrowing. “the fuck did you just say?”

you smirked up at him, breathing heavy, sweat sticking to your skin. “you heard me. your dick is little. the guy i was on a date with earlier? way bigger than you. he actually knows how to fuck a girl properly.” you tease. you didn’t fuck him, but he doesn’t know that.

rafe’s grip on your hips turned bruising as he slammed into you harder, almost punishingly. “you lyin’ little bitch,” he growled, pounding you so deep the car creaked. “keep talking shit. i know you’re full of it.” he responds. “am i?” you gasped, legs shaking around him as you fought to stay defiant. “he stretched me better than this. you’re barely hitting anything, rafe. sad little cock— fuck— can’t even make me cum.”

that set him off.

he grabbed your throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to shut you up for a second, and started railing you mercilessly, hips snapping fast and rough. “keep moaning about his bigger dick while you’re creaming all over mine, you fuckin’ whore,” he snarled. “this ‘little’ cock is the one ruinin you right now.” he barks out

you tried to laugh mockingly but it came out as a broken whimper, your walls fluttering hard around him. “still… little,” you managed weakly, voice cracking as your orgasm built against your will. “he fucked me deeper… made me cum twice before you even—” rafe cut you off by slamming into you particularly hard, grinding against your clit with every thrust. “then why the fuck are you about to cum so hard on me, huh? say his name again. i dare you.” he warns.

your bratty act finally crumbled as the pleasure overwhelmed you. “rafe— fuck— i’m—” you cried out, body locking up as you came hard, soaking his cock and the backseat, thighs trembling violently around him. “that’s what i thought,” he groaned, hips stuttering. he laughs softly. “tight little pussy doesn’t lie.”

he fucked you through your orgasm before burying himself deep and cumming with a low, angry groan, filling you up in thick, hot spurts. his body tensed over yours, hips jerking as he drained himself completely inside you. you both panted heavily in the steamy car, his cock still twitching inside you as he stayed buried deep, glaring down at your flushed, fucked-out face.

“still gonna tell me his dick was bigger?” he muttered, smirking. “yeah..” you say, and he rolls his eyes.

you both panted hard in the steamy backseat, bodies slick with sweat. rafe was still buried inside you, his cock softening slightly as he tried to catch his breath. you smirked up at him weakly, even though your legs were still shaking.

he thought the dialogue was over but you weren’t done messing with him. “that all you got, cameron?” you breathed out, voice hoarse but still full of attitude. “came so fast like a little bitch. told you your dick is pathetic. my date from earlier would’ve lasted way longer.” you sigh.

rafe’s eyes darkened as he stared down at you. “watch your fucking mouth,” he warned, voice low and dangerous. “i just fucked you stupid and you’re still running it?” he mentions. you let out a weak, bratty laugh, clenching around his cock on purpose. “or what? gonna cry because i said your dick is little again? newsflash, rafe — it is. he was thicker and longer. made me cum so much harder than your sad little thrusts ever could.” you tease, digging your own grave.

that was it for him.

rafe pulled out of you suddenly, making you whine at the emptiness, only to flip you over roughly onto your stomach. he pushed your face against the leather seat and slammed back into you in one brutal thrust.

“you never fucking learn, do you?” he growled, starting to fuck you hard again, hips snapping against your ass. you gasped sharply, fingers scrambling against the seat. “rafe— fuck— wait—”

“nah, you wanted to keep talking shit,” he snarled, pounding into you mercilessly. “so keep talking. tell me again how much bigger his dick was while i’m balls deep in this sloppy pussy.” he says while you tried to keep up the attitude but the overstimulation hit you fast. tears started spilling down your cheeks as he railed you without mercy, his cock hitting so deep it made your toes curl.

“i— i still hate you,” you sobbed, voice breaking pathetically. “you’re still… little—” you couldn’t talk. rafe laughed darkly, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back so he could see your tear-streaked face. “aww, look at you,” he mocked, hips never slowing. “crying already? where’s all that big talk now, princess? thought you were such a tough brat. now you’re sobbing on my ‘little’ cock like a helpless whore.”

you whimpered loudly, fresh tears rolling down your face as another orgasm built against your will. “rafe… too much—” you gasp. “too much?” he taunted, slamming into you even harder. “cry harder, baby. this is what you get for running that fucking mouth. gonna keep fucking you until the only thing you can say is sorry.” he said.

rafe yanked your hair harder, forcing your back to arch as he railed you from behind, his hips slamming against your ass with zero mercy. “still crying like a fucking baby,” he laughed cruelly, voice dripping with contempt. “look at you. big tough brat in the front, sobbing all over my cock in the back. pathetic.” he says.

you choked on a sob, tears streaming down your face and soaking the leather seat, but you refused to break completely.

“i’m not— fuck— i’m not saying sorry,” you gasped out, voice shaky and wrecked. “you’re still a piece of shit, rafe. still have a little dick—” mid sentence he slapped your ass hard, the sound cracking through the car, then gripped your hips bruisingly as he fucked you even deeper.

“oh you’re not sorry?” he mocked, leaning over you so his chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear. “good. i don’t want your fake apology anyway. i want you to cry harder while i ruin this sloppy cunt.” he said.

you whimpered loudly, fresh tears spilling as the overstimulation made your whole body shake. “rafe— it hurts—” he didn’t even give you a chance to speak to him. “shut the fuck up,” he growled, pounding into you faster.

“you don’t get to whine after talking all that shit about your date’s bigger dick. you don’t get to cry and act innocent now. this is what you fucking deserve.” he responds, he reached around and slapped your clit lightly, making you jolt and sob louder.

“go on then,” he taunted, voice mean and low. “tell me again how much bigger he is. tell me while you’re leaking all over my ‘little’ cock and crying like a bitch. i love watching you fall apart and still refuse to say sorry.”

“i won’t,” you cried, stubborn even as your voice cracked and broke. “i’m not sorry— i hate you— you’re such a fucking asshole—” you continue to say, which made him laugh, slamming into you so hard the whole car shook. “that’s my girl. keep crying and keep lying. makes me want to fuck you even meaner.” he stated.

rafe kept pounding into you relentlessly from behind, his cock driving deep with every angry thrust while you sobbed into the seat. “still not sorry?” he growled, yanking your hair harder. “cry all you want, princess. i’m not stopping until this pussy gives out.” he says to you.

your body was shaking uncontrollably, thighs soaked, tears pouring down your face. the pleasure was too much, building fast and violent despite how mean he was being. “rafe— fuck— i can’t—” you choked out between sobs, still trying to hold onto your attitude. “i’m not saying sorry… you’re still a dick—” you say, laughing a bit.

he laughed, slapping your ass again as he railed you even harder. “yeah? then cum for me, you stubborn little whore. cum all over the ‘little dick’ you hate so much.” he tells you.

your walls clenched hard around him, the pressure snapping. you came violently, crying out loud as your orgasm crashed through you. your whole body tensed and trembled, pussy gushing around his cock while fresh tears streamed down your cheeks.

“ohhh fuck— rafe—” you sobbed, voice completely broken as waves of pleasure ripped through you. your legs shook wildly, back arching, unable to control the way you spasmed and leaked all over him. rafe didn’t slow down for a second, fucking you straight through your orgasm with a mean smirk on his face. “that’s fucking pathetic,” he mocked, voice dripping with satisfaction.

“look at you crying and creaming all over me while you still refuse to apologize. such a stubborn little brat. your pussy is honest even if your mouth isn’t.” he told you.

pov. the loser nerd that hasn’t lost their virginity but decides for their bucket list; they want to lose their virginity. at a party, they come up to the popular frat boy and begs them to take their virginity.

notes. when i made this plot idea post, i didn’t have anybody in mind… but rereading it, i couldn’t help but think rafe is perfect for this plot.. ok enjoy

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, rough sex, dirty talk, explicit language, no proof read cause idgaf, teasing, big dick rafe, penetration

your nose’s home is books, you could smell the scent of a fresh book being open from miles away, you never fail tests, and always turn in projects on time. there’s nothing wrong with being smart, but god being so smart means you have no time for a sex life even if you wanted it.

twenty somethin’ years old and you’ve never seen a cock in real life besides that one time where they brought out a penis in your middle school sex education class. you’re too shy to even sneak a look at the print through a man’s pants, too shy to even stand next to a man.

just your shoulders brushing against a man makes you want to throw up from your nerves being unstable. you’re positive you’ll die a virgin at this point.

but graduation is coming up, and your bucket list that you created in freshman year of college needs to be finished. the only thing that hasn’t been done is having sex, it didn’t matter how you did it. just have some physical contact that’s sexual with someone that isn’t your fingers.

a party would be your best bet, somewhere nobody knows you, all you needed was fake confidence and you’d fit perfectly in to the crowd.

but when you got there, it was so clear you’ve never been to a party in your life. you asked questions on what they were drinking, why they were drinking, and what do people normally do at a party. you were embarrassing yourself but you were curious.

you were lost at this party, not physically but emotionally. a lot of stuff was going on all at once, people grinding on each other, smoking, drinking, fighting.

focus. virginity. right. your eyes look around the room, eyes finally locking on a tall man. he was text book description of a frat boy, maybe he’d be the perfect guy for a quick fuck? you sigh and muster up courage, walking over to the man.

once you get there, you freeze. his eyes looking at yours, he looked confused. “have you lost your virginity?” you ask out loud, but he doesn’t seem shocked by the delivery of your question. “why do you wanna know?” he replied dryly, bringing his red solo cup up to his lips. “can you take mine?” you ask.

he paused, the rim of the cup brushing against his lips before he put it down. “what?” he said to her, he wasn’t sure if he heard her correctly. “can you fuck me? can we please have sex?” you explain, your sentences rushed out and you end it with a sigh. “wow, you don’t waste time.” he sarcastically said, placing his cup on the kitchen counter.

you tilt your head. “okay. so? yes?” you question. he looks stuck as if he’s trying to figure you out but you only become more confusing for him. his tongue presses against his inner cheek. “maybe. maybe not. why’s it matter?” he asks. “uh.” you stammer, your hand going to itch the back of your neck.

he waits for an answer but you didn’t have an answer. “uh, i don’t know, i’m sorry—i’m wasting your time.” you continue, turning to walk away. he laughed under his breath. “you come up, ask the weirdest question I’ve heard all month, and you’re embarrassed?” he questions as he shook his head.

“that’s rich.” he stated before speaking up again. “you want me to fuck you for fun? or what?” he asked bluntly, you freeze and your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

it wasn’t because he said it out loud but because he read your mind completely.

you turn to him and think to yourself. for fun? that sounds confident. “yeah…for fun.” you reply, a soft smile spreading against your lips. he looks at your smile and back up at your eyes, he doesn’t smile back, but he nods slowly like he was processing what you said.

the conversation went quiet, but your smile stayed put during it. he leaned in a bit. “come here.” he told you, curling his finger to signal you to come closer. you do what you’re told and his lips to get next to your ear. “you think you can handle seven inches for your first time?” he asks, his eyes looking into yours like he’s genuinely curious.

your smile faded immediately hearing that. they get that big? “what?” you ask, but he doesn’t react. “seven inches” he repeats. “inside you.” he adds, his eyes watching your face to see how you’d react. “think you could take it?” he asks, his tone dripping in tease.

your jaw drops a bit, staring into his eyes. he lazily smiles and looks down at your lips. “i don’t believe you.” you shot back, smiling now. he chuckles, clearly taking your doubt as a joke. that was hot. he was confident in his size and found it humorous when doubted because he’s always told it’s so big.

"don't believe me?" he echoed, eyes still locked on hers. a slow smile appeared on his face. "guess there's only one way to find out, huh?"

rafe’s hard cock sprung out his boxers like a sling shot being pulled back and your jaw drops. he was huge. thick. and hard. your eyes look up at his, and his eyes meet yours after a couple seconds, he slightly smiles proudly. “you wanna touch it?” he taunts. “can i? or- should i?” you stammer.

he laughs and leans over to the nightstand, grabbing the condom and dropping it in your hands.

you couldn’t help but feel shy, it felt wrong to even look down at his dick, regardless if he wanted you to see it. he wasn’t shy, he was literally flaunting his size and teasing you. you swallow your spit nervously.

“what- uh. what do i do with this?” you ask, looking up at him. “put it on.” he answers simply, but it didn’t answer much of your questions. “have you never put a condom on a banana?” he questioned, curious on how inexperienced you truly were.

you roll your eyes, and he delivers a soft slap from the tip of his fingers on your cheek—it was all he could reach while he was standing up. “what was that for?” you asked, holding your cheek even though it didn’t hurt. you are just dramatic. “that’s for thinkin’ you can roll your eyes at me. try it again and it won’t be so gentle.” he states.

you sit there, completely dumbfounded. he grabs the condom wrapper out your hands, opening it and demonstrating how it’s supposed to go on just by putting it over the tip of his dick. “pull it down.” he tells you, holding the condom on his dick before you took over. you slide it down his dick, brows furrowing.

the condom looked like it was struggling to even stretch over his dick, like it was cutting of circulation. when it finally stretched to the start of his dick, he looked down at you.

“easy, yeah?” he asks and you nodded, your eyes were staring at his dick, overly examining it. he watched you stare, wondering on why you were doing so in his head. eventually, his hand grabbed your face, lifting it up to see your eyes. “rough or soft?” he asks.

you lift a brow. “what?” you ask, and he rolls his eyes. “you can’t hear or something?” he asks you, which you didn’t reply to. “you want me to fuck you rough or soft?” he repeats, clapping his hands together roughly and hard to show you rough, then slow and lazy with soft.

a smile spreads. “rough.” you tell him and his brow lifts, part of him didn’t think he even heard you right. “rough?” he echoes. “you sure that’s what you want?” he asks, but you nod before he could even finish.

he nods back at you, pulling his shirt over his head and picking you up effortlessly. he moves the both of you to the end of the bed, a place where he could have more space to do whatever to you. “take your clothes off.” he said but you stayed put. “take them off for me.” you reply and he smirks.

a glint of mischief in his eyes glows. “you think you can order me around?” he replies, amusement lacing his voice. he steps closer, his presence overwhelming as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “not how this works.” he pulls back slightly, locking eyes with you, a challenge present in his gaze.

with a swift motion, he grabs your shirt, lifting it over your head in one smooth move, leaving you exposed. he tosses it aside, and his eyes trail down your body, taking in every inch as a satisfied grin spreads across his face.

“let’s get these off too,” he says, moving to your pants. he kneels in front of you, fingers deftly working on the button and zipper, glancing up at you as he slowly pulls them down, savoring the moment.

as he removes your pants, he leans in closer, whispering, “you’re gonna love this.” he finishes the task, leaving you bare before him, a mix of excitement and nervousness hanging in the air. rafe straightens up, his gaze intense, filled with a dark satisfaction as he takes in the result of his handiwork.

you were quiet, but the need in your eyes lit up. he shifted between your legs, pushing your thighs wider apart with his knees. his free hand wrapped around his cock, thick and heavy, and he slowly dragged the swollen tip through your folds.

your jaw drops, looking down. “are you ready?” he asked, his eyes watching yours. you nod and he smiled, teasing the thick head up and down your entrance, pressing just slightly against your tight hole before pulling back again. “such a smart girl.” he comments, looking around your dorm room with books that he had no idea existed.

he leaned down, his chest brushing your tits, making you feel even smaller. the weight of him, the heat of his body, it was overwhelming.

he nudged the tip against your entrance again, this time pushing in just a little, barely the head, stretching you open before he stopped. you whimpered, trying to roll your hips for more, but he held you still with his hips. “uh uh.” he scolded softly, lips brushing your ear. “you don’t get it yet. not until I say so.” he said.

you pout and he kisses it off your lips. he rocked his hips in shallow little movements, letting just the fat tip slide in and out, teasing you. every time you thought he’d finally push deeper, he pulled back again, leaving you clenching around nothing.

“doin’ so good.” he muttered, voice husky. he pressed in a little deeper this time, still not even half, and groaned at how tightly you gripped him. “fuck. that’s it. keep squeezing around my cock like that.” his hand slid down to grip your hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he continued the slow, torturous teasing. “does that feel good?” you ask, your sentence interrupted by your own moan.

he nods, looking into your eyes. “beg for it,” he said against your neck, biting down gently. “tell me how bad you want the rest.” he tells you. for a second, you thought it was a joke. beg?

but you do so anyway. “please rafe, please.” you cry out, brows furrowed. “sound so pretty,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “say it again.” he whispers. you swallowed hard, cheeks burning. “please, rafe… please.” you whimper.

he groaned softly, clearly enjoying how desperate you sounded. he pressed the fat tip against your entrance again, this time pushing in just a little further, enough to stretch you open but still nowhere near enough. “you’re so tight,” he rasped, eyes locked on your face. “Begging like a good little nerd… all polite and pathetic for my cock.” he taunts. “nerd?” you echo, lifting a brow.

he smiled, pausing. “you’re such a nerd.” he echoes, looking around the environment. “no, i’m not. i’m just smarter than you…which to be fair isn’t hard.” you reply. he laughs, looking at you in your eyes. “say it again” he tells you.

when you start the sentence, he rocked his hips in shallow thrusts, fucking just the head in and out of you, teasing mercilessly. you choke on your sentence, gasping. “what was that?” he teased.

you tried to push up to take more, he pulled back, keeping full control. you shook your head, dismissing his ask. he laughed in your face, loving the fact you shut up and took it. “you want me deeper?” he asked, voice rough as he looked down between your bodies, watching how his thick cock stretched your tiny pussy. “you think this little pussy can even handle all of me?” he teased.

you nodded quickly, breathing fast. “please. i want it. please, rafe.” you beg. he smirked, clearly satisfied. it was crazy to him that he broke you down so easily— but again. you’re a virgin. anybody can do that. one of his big hands slid down to grip your thigh, spreading you even wider as he finally started pushing in deeper. he kept it slow, thick, and relentless.

“that’s it,” he groans, his voice low. “keep begging and i might give you every inch.” he taunted.

rafe watched your face closely as you kept whimpering those soft little pleases, and something in him snapped. “fuck” he muttered. he gripped your hip with one hand, the other still pinning your wrists above your head, and slowly pushed forward. his thick cock sank into you inch by inch, stretching your tight pussy open wide. you gasped sharply, back arching off the bed as he kept going, relentless, until his hips finally pressed flush against yours, every single inch buried deep inside you.

you gasp for air, his dick was way too big. “shit…” he groaned, low and rough. “look at that. such a tiny little nerd pussy taking all of me. didn’t think you could handle it, baby.” he said.

you were so full it almost hurt, the size difference between you two making it even more intense. he was so much bigger, his broad body completely covering yours, hips settled heavy between your spread thighs. rafe leaned down closer, lips brushing your ear as he stayed buried to the hilt, grinding slow and deep.

your legs shake, your moans gaining volume. “fuck.” he mutters. he pulled back just a little, then slammed back in hard, making you moan loudly. his pace started picking up, deep and possessive strokes that had your smaller body jolting underneath him with every thrust.

“you feel that?” he said against your neck. “feel how deep i am? no one else is ever gonna stretch you out like this.” he teased, but it was true. he let go of your wrists so he could grab both your thighs, pushing them wider apart as he fucked you harder, his heavy balls slapping against you with every thrust.

“beg some more,” he rasped, voice dark. “tell me how good it feels getting ruined by my cock.” he tells you, but you couldn’t, all you could do is moan.

rafe kept his thick cock buried deep inside you, grinding slow and heavy, when he suddenly grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed your legs up. he folded you easily, pressing your knees toward your chest until your legs rested over his broad shoulders. the new angle made him sink even deeper, as you let out a broken moan.

“there we go,” he murmured, voice low and dark. “look at you… all folded up for me like a little toy.” he mocks. he started thrusting again, deep and rough strokes that made your tits bounce with every move. it felt too good. overwhelming. your eyes started watering, tears slipping down your cheeks as your mouth fell open in silent cries.

rafe noticed immediately. a smug smirk spread across his face. “aww, are you crying already?” he cooed mockingly, still pounding into you. “poor little nerd can’t handle how deep i’m fucking her?” he taunts. one of his big hands slid up and wrapped around your throat, fingers pressing just enough to make your head spin while he kept thrusting. his other hand fisted into your hair, yanking your head back against the pillow so you had no choice but to look up at him.

tears kept falling faster now, soft sobs mixing with your moans as he hit that spot inside you over and over.

“fuck, you’re so pathetic like this,” he laughed lowly, tightening his grip on your neck just a little more. “crying because my cock feels too good? keep those tears coming, baby. they look real pretty on that smart little face.” he said. your pussy throbs at the way he’s talking to you. who would’ve known that the nerdy girl liked being talked to like this?

he pulled your hair harder, using it as leverage to fuck you even deeper, hips slamming against your ass with every rough thrust. your legs shook over his shoulders, body trembling underneath his much larger frame.

“that’s it… cry for me while i ruin this tight pussy,” he growled, eyes locked on your tear streaked face.

rafe kept your legs pinned high over his shoulders, fucking you deep and steady while his hand stayed wrapped around your throat. your tears were still falling, soft sobs slipping out every time he bottomed out inside you.

“i’m— rafe— i’m gonna—” you whimpered, voice breaking and cracking, your moans interrupting you. but he knew what you were saying. “yeah? you’re gonna cum already?” he mocked, smirking down at your tear streaked face. “go ahead then, nerd. cum all over my cock.” he says.

your whole body tensed hard as the orgasm slammed into you. your pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his thick length, soaking the condom with slick, warm cum. you cried out sharply, legs shaking violently over his shoulders as you came hard, tears pouring down your cheeks.

rafe groaned at the feeling, watching your face the entire time. “fuck… that’s it. look at you making such a mess,” he laughed lowly, still thrusting through your orgasm. “crying and cumming like a little slut for me.” he coos.

before you could even catch your breath, he pulled out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. in one smooth, strong motion he flipped you over onto your stomach. he grabbed your hips and put your ass up high, pushing your face down into the pillow.

face down, ass up. exactly how he wanted you. “good girl,” he growled, slapping your ass before lining his thick cock up again. he pushed back inside you in one rough thrust, burying himself balls deep in your still-spasming pussy. “now stay just like this,” he ordered, one hand fisting tightly in your hair while the other gripped your hip, pulling you back onto his cock. “ass up for me while i keep fucking you stupid.” he laughed.

rafe fucked into you from behind, gripping your hips tight as he buried his thick cock back inside your soaked pussy. the new position had your ass high in the air and your face pressed into the pillow. “fuck, this ass looks so good up like this,” he groaned, starting to thrust rough and deep. every stroke was heavy, his hips smacking against you loudly.

he leaned over your back, one hand sliding up to grip the back of your neck, pinning you down harder while the other kept your hips pulled back onto his cock. “you like getting fucked like a little slut?” he asked, voice low and filthy against your ear. “tell me.” he teases.

you could barely think straight, the pleasure hitting you so hard your voice came out in high-pitched squeals mixed with moans. “yes— yes, yes!” you squealed, voice cracking as he pounded into you. “yes, rafe— yes!” your squeals got louder and more desperate with every rough thrust, your smaller body jolting forward each time he drove deep. tears were still leaking from your eyes, soaking the pillow underneath your face.

rafe laughs, tightening his grip on your neck as he kept fucking you mercilessly. “that’s right. keep yelling for me, nerd. let me hear how stupid my cock makes you.” he says. he slapped your ass hard, then gripped both cheeks, spreading you open wider so he could watch his thick length disappear inside you over and over.

“again,” he demanded, voice rough. “tell me who this pussy belongs to while you scream.” he says.

rafe kept pounding into you from behind, his hips slamming against your ass with every rough thrust. your face was buried in the pillow, back arched deep, ass held high for him while he gripped your neck and hair. “say my name,” he growled, yanking your head back by your hair.

“loud.” he said, making sure you knew. “rafe—” you squealed, voice breaking as he drove even deeper. “raf— rafe—!” he smiled, hearing that.

every thrust pulled another desperate squeal out of you. your smaller body was shaking uncontrollably under his much bigger frame, pussy clenching tight around his thick cock. “again,” he demanded, slapping your ass hard while tightening his grip on your neck. “louder.”

“rafe! rafe— oh my god, rafe!” you cried out, squealing his name like a broken record, tears soaking the pillow.

he groaned deeply, fucking you faster, harder, chasing his own high. “fuck, that’s it… keep saying my name while you cum,” he rasped. “i’m close— cum with me, baby.” he told you. your whole body tensed hard, legs shaking violently as the pressure became too much. you squealed his name one last time, loud and broken.

“rafe— rafe— i’m cumming—!” your pussy spasmed wildly around him, gushing all over the condom as you came hard. rafe cursed under his breath, burying himself as deep as possible and holding you there while he came right after you, thick pulses filling the condom as he groaned your name against the back of your neck.

thank you so much ♡ 🫧

this means so much to me!

pov. after welcoming a baby into the world and him leading everyone constantly, your sex life with rick has been dry…but tonight that’s going to change.

notes. hope u guys like the second pic of rick. it’s real. if u say its not. ur homophobic toward me.

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, light bondage, penetration, praising, quiet sex, explicit language, no proof read cause idgaf, praising, dom rick, talking you through orgasms, consent kink

as soon as rick’s boots hit the wood floor of the bedroom, your eyes look up from your book to him. he meets your eyes and nodded in acknowledgment. “baby is asleep.” he mentions, walking in to the bed.

he works his shirt off his body, sighing deeply out his nose. your eyes look at his body, sighing softly yourself.

welcoming a baby into the world took a toll on each of your sex life. it wasn’t just you two anymore, it was three. anytime you needed him (sexually) he was busy with the baby and the other way around for him.

you nod. “carl is staying the night with carol.” he adds, his hands going to the buckle of his belt. you smile, and he catches it. “what?” he asks with a soft laugh. you shake your head and shrug. “nothin”

he knew what you were smiling at, so he curls his finger toward you, tellin’ you to come here. you instantly make your way over to him. his hands grab your wrists, and he wrapped them around his belt. “can you be quiet?” he asks you, his eyes looking into yours for an answer.

a smile slowly spreads across your face, and you nod at him. “good.” he responds.

leather cool against your skin, buckle snug but not too tight. you tested it once and he gave you a look that said don't try it.

his eyes are slow and deliberate. the same way he scans a tree line before crossing an open field. taking in every inch. "you good?" he asks, voice low. you nod. he hums and runs a hand up your calf. his fingers hook into the waistband of your jeans. he pauses to look at you again.

"tell me if you need to stop. anytime.” he states. “you hear me?" he said, tapping your thigh. “yes, i do.” you respond and he nods once, then he pulls.

he drags your jeans down slow, lifting your hips just enough to work them over your ass, down your thighs, past your knees. the denim catches on your ankles and he tugs them off, tosses them somewhere on the floor.

now you're just in your panties, legs bare, spread open under him. he looks at you like you're something worth protecting. something worth keeping.

his thumb traces the waistband of your panties, a thin strip of cotton, and he hooks it with one finger. "last chance," he murmurs. "you still want this?" he asks. “yes” you say, barely a whisper. he pulls them down, slow as anything, watching your skin appear inch by inch. he brings them past your hips, past your thighs, past your knees, and when they're off he just holds them in his hand for a second, looking at you bare beneath him.

he sets them aside. his hands settle on your inner thighs, thumbs brushing inward, not quite touching where you want him. "there you are," he says, voice rough and soft at the same time. "been wanting to see you like this." he whispers.

his jeans drop, then his boxers, and he's hard, already thick and aching, a drop of precum beading at the tip. he kicks everything aside and lowers himself over you, forearms caging your head, his body a warm, heavy weight.

"look at me, baby." he says. his voice is soft but firm, and you lift your eyes to his. those blue eyes, tired and kind and full of want. his cock nudges against your thigh, then slides through your slick heat, teasing. he watches your face, holds your gaze. "you miss the way i feel?" he asks, his tone sounding taunting but not actually.

he pushes in slow, an inch, two. letting you feel every bit of the stretch. your mouth falls open and he catches it with a kiss, gentle and deep, swallowing your gasp.

"you're so beautiful," he murmurs against your lips. "so damn beautiful." his voice rasps. he sinks all the way in, hips flush against yours, and stills. his forehead rests on yours. his breath is warm and shaky.

"feel that? feel all of me?" he asks, quietly. he starts to move, slow, deep rolls of his hips, each one a long push that bottoms out and lingers. his hand finds yours beside your head, fingers lacing through yours, holding you through every thrust.

"got you," he breathes. "i've got you. just let go." he begs you, in your ear. you shiver. his pace stays steady, patient, his mouth brushing kisses across your cheeks, your nose, the corner of your lips, while he fucks you full and slow and sweet — like you're something precious, something he's too lucky to have.

you moaned out, the volume of it being too loud so his palm ran to your mouth. his hand is already there — warm and rough, palm pressed flat over your mouth, muffling the sounds you can't hold back. your moans vibrate against his skin, and he feels every one of them, feels your lips moving under his hand.

"shh, shh, i know," he whispers, voice low and strained. "i know, baby. i know it's a lot." he coos gently.

he fucks you deeper, slower — each thrust a long, deliberate push that makes your eyes roll back. your hips try to buck up into him, but he pins you with his weight, keeps you still, keeps you full.

"you're doin' so good. takin' me so quiet. just a little more." he says. he shifts his angle, and the next stroke hits that spot inside you — the one that makes your whole body jolt. a loud moan tries to escape and he presses his hand harder, thumb stroking your cheekbone.

"uh-uh. i said quiet.” he replies, his voice is soft but it's a command. his hips keep moving, steady and relentless, and he watches your face — the way your brows pinch, the way your eyes water, the way you're trying so hard to stay silent for him. "such a pretty thing. takin' all of me and barely makin' a sound."

he leans down, presses his lips to your forehead, still buried deep, still moving slow. "you're almost there, aren't you? i can feel you flutterin'. let go when you need to. i've got you. just stay quiet for me." he whispers. he feels you getting close — the way your body starts trembling, your breath hitching against his palm, your walls clenching around him in uneven pulses.

"that's it," he breathes, voice ragged. "right there. i feel you." he smiles. he keeps that same deep, steady rhythm, he doesn't speed up, doesn't chase his own finish. he's focused on you, on the way your eyes are screwed shut, on the little whimpers you can't quite muffle against his hand.

"look at me." he gently orders. your eyes flutter open, hazy and desperate. he holds your gaze, hips still rolling slow and deep. "you gonna come for me? gonna be quiet while you do it?" he taunts. you nod as much as you can, pinned beneath him, and he presses a kiss to the corner of your eye.

"okay. let go, baby. i've got you.” he coos. his hand stays firm over your mouth as the orgasm hits you, your body arching, your cry swallowed by his palm, your grip on his wrist tightening as you pulse around him. he fucks you through it, slow and gentle, watching your face contort in pleasure.

your legs shake, his dick being painted white by your cum. "there you go," he murmurs. "there you go. so beautiful. did so good stayin' quiet for me." he told you.

he slows to a stop, buried deep, letting you flutter around him as you come down. his hand lifts from your mouth, replaces it with his lips, soft, tender kisses across your cheeks, your nose, your forehead.

pov. it's your birthday — and who better to spend it with than leon? birthdays are fun… there is cake, cake, cake.. and candles. oh and your age on the candles because that’s always fun…ok i’ll shut up just read this before u block me

notes. i got this idea from this post while i was scrolling like a fat chud on my feed.

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, food play, blindfolds, dirty talk, eating cake off of body, explicit language, no proof read cause idgaf, thumb in mouth, finger sucking, chill and kinky dom leon, teasing, p in v, penetration

it’s your birthday. so cake, candles, and presents were mandatory, he knows that. but when your present wasn’t in your arms after he told you to close your eyes and have your arms out, your brow lifts.

“where’s my present?” you ask, your tone leaking with your curiosity. his eyes look you up and down before scoffing. his palms slide down to the bottom of your thighs, lifting you up from your chair, his flexed arm muscles brushing against your sides.

your back meets the table’s wood first. he walked off to the kitchen and came back, but placed his huge palm over your eyes before you could see what he retrieved for you. (both)

you smile while your mind wanders of what the present could possibly be. you feel his thick fingers pull down your shorts down your legs, slowly moving his fingers to grab on the rim of your shirt, lifting it up to expose your tits.

his palm stayed put on your eyes, his rough thumb slipping down to your smooth lips and rubbing it across them in a circling motion to open. when he gains access, his thumb falls in. your mouth closes around his thumb, swirling your tongue around his thumb. completely coated in your saliva, he pushes his thumb deeper in your mouth.

his thumb presses down on your tongue, feeling up on the inside of your mouth. suddenly, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth gently. “keep your eyes closed.” he ordered, his tone calm as ever as if he already knew there wouldn’t be any trouble with you doing what he said. he lifted your head up, and your brows furrowed instantly when a soft silk fabric covered your eyes.

he tied a knot with the fabric, and you let your head lay back against the table, the knot presses against the back of your head while you lay there.

leon makes his way to the end of the table, and between your legs. your eyes opening and trying to look through the fabric but failing. you feel him stop moving but hear a plastic container open. soon enough you feel him breathing on you through his nostrils on your inner neck.

a creamy paste smears on your body with the trail of him breathing on you trailing with it. it smelt like icing but you couldn’t put your finger on what flavor it was. “is that icing?” you ask, and he chuckles.

he didn’t give you any clarification, you knew it was and so did he.

he slid the icing more down your body until it reached your lower stomach. you had lines of icing everywhere on your torso. his icing trail disappeared and so did his breath, your ears perk up for any sounds happening around you but he came back down to your body and started to lick the icing off of you.

he didn’t just drag his tongue against your skin, he made sure to add open mouth kisses and sucking along the roads of icing. his hands seeking your lower legs as he put them on his shoulders.

once he finished licking the icing off, he straightened his posture. his left hand rubbed your thigh to show you he was here still, and his right hand was putting cake on your stomach. he only added a bit before his right hand went to your mouth, his wide palm getting it on your cheek and chin.

“open your mouth.” he ordered and you did so. your mouth was met with your favorite flavor of cake, you were like a kid with a lollipop. he stuffs two fingers in your mouth this time. “suck it slow.” he told you, and you tilted your head a bit to angle his fingers more deeper in your throat.

you swallow the icing and bits of cake down your throat, but your thighs tense when he leans down. “aw, you nervous?” he says to you, and you nod. his fingers take down your panties.

somethin’ bout his fingers in your mouth just excited him.

“don’t move. just take it.” he tells you, his mouth leaning down to your stomach as he licked some icing in his mouth and connected his mouth your pussy. his fingers slip away from your mouth, his hands going to your thighs as he gripped them to keep you still.

the cold icing and his wet tongue made your back arch, your hips trying to buck toward his mouth but leon disallowed it, his palm slapping the side of your ass and going back to holding you down.

you moan, your mouth hanging open while he sucked these noises out of you. the heat of his breath made you shiver. your hips jerk around, and sway to ride through the pleasure, rambling to him as well.

“oh my god” you breathlessly say, and he sucks your pussy once more before standing straight up. “oh my god?” he repeats what you said, your ear picked something up that he grabbed something off the table. he pressed on something and buzzing started to ring in your ear.

“oh my god?” he repeats again, softly slapping my cheek to catch your attention. the buzzing device started to sound as if it was going farther away. it then found its place on your clit, the vibrating sensation vibrates your whole pussy. your jaw dropped, already squirming from the powerful device. “say my name, not god.” he tells you.

you buffer for a second, your body locking up from the overwhelming vibrating against your clit. “leon, leon,” you moan out, your body locking up once again. “i can’t, i can’t—take it.” you babble, rocking your body up and down as the fuzziness in your mind overflows.

“you feel so good.” you tell him. your hand going to his arm and holding onto it (for dear life) “i know, that’s the point.” he responds, keeping the vibrator firmly on your clit.

your moans gain volume, echoing around the dinner room. your jaw went slack again, your hips squirming, and he forced you still while that vibrator stayed put on your clit. “i can’t take it.” you cry out. “i don’t wanna hear ‘i can’t’. you can.” he tells you. “you will.” he adds.

a knot feeling builds up in your lower stomach, and your rambling continues. your body twitches and tries to escape the feeling, your body heating up. his grip keeps your lower half body still but your upper half of your body arches and moves around.

the feeling builds up, and your head tilts back, the knot behind your head driving into your skull. your back arches again, your mouth opens but nothing comes out, just a broken sound, a high thin whine that turns into his name again as the orgasm tears through you.

"leon, i'm — i’m coming” you say. your thighs clamp around his hand but he doesn't pull away. He keeps the vibrator there, riding you through it, watches you fall apart under him.

"that's my good girl.” he teased with a smile, you could hear him smiling in his voice. “let go. let go for me." he tells you, and you do. you shatter. waves and waves and his voice and the buzz and your own pulse drowning everything out.

it starts deep and tight, then snaps. heat floods through you in hot, pulsing waves. your thighs shake, your breath catches, and for a few seconds the world goes quiet except for the buzz and your own heartbeat. then you go limp, trembling, floating.

you thought it was done, but he drags a finger through the icing on your stomach, slowly, watching you shiver. then he leans down and licks it off his flat tongue. “so sweet," he murmurs against your skin. "you taste even better than the cake, you know that?" he said.

he moved up to your nipples, making sure you felt where he was going with his warm breath. he licks the icing around your tit, before placing a open mouthed kiss on your nipple and picking up the piece of cake.

his breath is warm, his voice is low. "such a good girl for me. letting me do this. letting me take my time with you." he tells you, he licks a slow stripe up your belly, tongue pressing just enough to make you gasp.

he licks the last bit of icing off your stomach and stands straight, looking down at you all spread out and messy for him. his cock is hard, pressed against his boxers, but he doesn't make any move to pull it out.

"you've been so good for me," he says, his hands going to his belt. the sound of his belt undoing made you feel all warm inside, preparing for his size. but instead of sliding it into you, he was dragging the tip of it through the leftover sugar on your belly, slow and teasing. "so patient. so pretty." he comments.

he was teasing. you hated it. because he was the master of it, and he knew it. you squirm, trying to push into him, but he pulls back just enough to keep you waiting. "not yet. i'm not done with my dessert."he lets the head of his cock trace a lazy path down your stomach, over your hip, dipping lower but never where you need it. his eyes are on your face, watching you tremble.

"you want it?" he asks, voice soft, almost sweet. "tell me what you want." he demands. he hovers right at your entrance, not pushing in, just letting you feel the pressure, the heat of him. "use your words, baby. you've been so good. i wanna hear you ask." he states, his tone sweet as ever—like he wants to give this to you so bad but doesn’t wanna beg.

your lips part, a slow shiver going up your spine. “please.” you breath out, your voice pushing out in a soft sigh. “leon, i need you so bad.” you said, and he hums, low and pleased, and drags the tip of his cock through your slick heat, still not pushing in.

"that's it," he breathes. "that's my good girl. begging so pretty for me." he comments. he lets the head press in just a fraction, just enough to make you gasp, then pulls back again. "you need me that bad? say it again." he tells you while he watches your face, thumb brushing over your hip, waiting. "tell me again. tell me what you need."

you roll your eyes, thankfully, he couldn’t see. “stop teasing me.” you complain, your brows pulling into a scowl. “give it to me, leon.” you say, mentioning his name to catch his attention.

he finally gives in and lines himself up and pushes inside you, but it's slow. so slow. your body stretches around him, tries to accommodate, and your breath catches sharp in your throat.

"oh, oh god—" you whine out. he's big. you forget every time, but get the rude awakening when his mushroom tip pushes its way in you. the pressure is intense, a deep full ache that makes your toes curl and your fingers dig into his arms.

he stops halfway, lets you breathe. his jaw is tight, his forehead pressed to yours. "you okay?" he asks, voice strained. "i know. i know. just breathe for me." he said in your ear. you nod, but your legs are shaking. he feels huge inside you, stretching you open in a way that's almost too much. your walls flutter around him, trying to adjust, and he groans low in his chest.

"so tight," he mutters. "fuck. you feel that? feeling me stretch you?" he waits. gives you a second. then he pushes deeper, another inch, another, and you whimper, gripping him harder. "shh. i've got you. you can take it. you're doing so good." he encourages, softly.

he finally bottoms out, buried all the way, and stays still. his breathing is heavy, yours is ragged. "there. you took all of me. see? you can take it." he told you, despite your mouth being agape and legs now shaking.

he starts to move. slow. so slow you feel every inch of him dragging against your walls, the ridge of his cock catching on the way out, pushing back in deeper than before.

"that's it," he breathes against your throat. "feel that. feel how deep i am." he says. his pace is lazy, but it’s deliberate, each thrust a long, heavy press that fills you completely, makes you feel every vein, every twitch of him inside you. he pulls out until just the tip remains, then sinks back in, letting you feel the stretch all over again.

"you feel that?" he asks, voice low, almost a whisper. "feel how hard i am for you? how thick?" he asks, and you whimper. you can't help it. he's so deep, so full, and he's not even trying to be fast. just torturous, sweet, and unhurried.

he dips his head down and licks a stripe across your collarbone, then closes his lips around the soft skin of your shoulder, sucking gently. his hips keep that same slow rhythm—push, hold, pull, push again.

"taste so good everywhere," he murmurs against your skin. he moves lower, teeth grazing your nipple before he takes it in his mouth, laving it with his tongue while his cock slides deeper inside you.

your back arches. he groans, pleased, and releases your nipple with a wet pop. "you like that? you like feeling me everywhere?" he asks, he knows you can’t answer, he’s overwhelming you.

he fucks you deeper. a slow, grinding thrust that presses him right against that spot inside you and stays there, rocking slightly, while his mouth finds your ribs, your stomach, kissing and licking down your body like he's still eating cake off you.

"i could stay right here forever," he says, lips brushing your hipbone. "buried in you. tasting you. watching you fall apart." he talks, keeping you in the feeling but also showing you he’s still here.

his pace doesn't pick up. he keeps it slow, deep, punishing in its patience. every thrust is a reminder you're his, he's inside you, and he's not done with you yet.

he stays buried deep inside you, hips barely moving now, just a slow rock that makes you feel every inch of him throbbing. his mouth traces a wet path up your sternum, tongue flat, tasting salt and sugar.

"you're in charge tonight," he murmurs against your skin. "it's your birthday. you tell me what you want." he says. he pulls out slow, agonizingly slow until just the head catches at your entrance, and stops.

"you want more? want me to fuck you deeper? faster?" he asks. he hovers there, waiting. his cock is slick with you, heavy and hard, and you can feel him twitch against your opening, desperate to push back in but holding back because he's waiting for you.

"or you want me to stop? take a break? get you some water?" he questions, sending a soft kiss to your lips. "your call, birthday girl. i'm yours tonight." he stated while he watches your face, patient, thumb stroking your hip while he stays right on the edge of you, not moving, letting you decide. “more, deeper, please.” you murmur.

he exhales slow, like your words hit him right in the chest. "yeah? deeper?" he taunts.

he pushes back in, one smooth motion, sinking deeper than before. hips flush against yours, no space left between you. you feel him everywhere. the weight of him pressing down, the stretch of him filling you, the slight pulse of his cock inside you.

"like that?" he asks, voice rough. "that deep enough?" he questions, but he doesn't wait for an answer. he starts moving again, slow and deliberate, each thrust a long, heavy push that bottoms out and holds. his mouth finds your throat, sucking gently at the pulse point while his hips grind against you.

"you feel that? feel how deep i am? how full?" he asks. he reaches down, fingers finding your clit, circling slow in time with his thrusts. his breathing is ragged against your neck. your breath hitches, body twitching. "you're takin' me so good. takin' all of me. that what you wanted, birthday girl? me buried so deep you can't tell where i end and you begin?" he teased.

“shut up.” you tells him and he picks up the pace just slightly. he smiles. still deep, still controlled, but with a sharper edge now. his lips find your collarbone, your shoulder, your chest, kissing, licking, sucking marks into your skin like he's claiming every inch.

"tell me if you want more. tell me if you want faster. you're the boss." he says. his hips snap against you, deep and full, and his mouth closes around your nipple, tongue flicking as he fucks you slow and deep through it.

"faster," you breathe, and something in his eyes darkens. "yeah? you got it." he tells you. he pulls out and slams back in, harder, quicker, the rhythm shifting from that lazy grind to a sharp, driving pace. his hips snap against yours, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

he chuckles. "that what you needed? that what you wanted?" he asks. you try to answer but the words come out broken, just a moan, your head tipping back as he fucks into you, relentless now. your hands scramble for purchase; the table, a chair, his arms, but everything is moving, everything is slick with sweat, and you can't hold on.

your nails dig into his shoulders, his back, gripping him like he's the only thing keeping you tethered. your legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, and you feel every thrust down to your core.

"that's it," he grunts, breath hot against your ear. "hold on to me. hold on, baby." he coos.

your fingers curl into his hair, his neck, whatever you can reach. your body is trembling, struggling to keep up, but you don't want him to stop. you can't form a sentence, just his name, over and over, as he pounds into you.

"leon— leon—" you manage to squeeze out, "i know. i know. i've got you." he quietly says to you. one arm wraps around your waist, anchoring you, and he fucks you harder, deeper, faster and you cling to him like he's the only thing real in the world.

you're gone before you even know it's happening. the coil in your belly snaps without warning, sharp and sudden, and you cry out as the orgasm rips through you. "oh fuck— leon—" you whine. your body clenches around him, tight and pulsing, wave after wave. your legs lock around his waist, your nails raking down his back, and you're trembling so hard you can barely hold on.

he groans, deep and guttural, feels you grip him, feels you come apart on his cock. "that's it," he breathes, voice wrecked. "that's my good girl. let go. let go for me. feel you squeezing me so good." he rambles in your ear, him coming apart at the same time as you.

he doesn't stop, he keeps thrusting through it, slow and deep, riding you through every aftershock, watching your face twist with pleasure, and your mouth open.

you feel him fill you up and both of you cum at the same time. "so pretty when you come. so perfect. all mine." he says. you pulse around him again, softer this time, and he finally stills, buried deep, letting you flutter and clench around him as you recover from coming. his forehead presses to yours, both of you breathing ragged.

"there you go," he whispers. "there you go, birthday girl. you did so good." he said.