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Hii everyone! I’m open to all requests. all characters in my fics are adults. all events are fictional. If you don’t like please don’t interact. If you have a request for a fic or a c.ai bot please ask me! Sometimes I will write about other characters, but I will mostly write about Hayden Christensen 🤍

could you write a Stephen glass/ or / Sam Monroe x fem reader which is soft dom but as they fuck you they are a moaning mess and once they cum they are whimpering so loud, then they collapse in your chest

idk if I Alr sent in a request like this tbh so sry if I did

please consider!!!! Thank you!!!!!!!

Warnings/notes: Slight arguing, dom!sam, hair pulling, doggy position, dirty talk, clit play, ass spanking, cockwarming.

You were laying on your bed, simply reading a book. Earlier today, you had gotten into a fight with Sam, your boyfriend. He saw you talking with Josh, but you were only talking to him because you had a biology project! Even though you tried to explain that to Sam, he was still angry and stormed off. And you were still mad.

Sam has a tendency of getting jealous really easily, over stupid things too, like today. He said to you that, “he was standing way too close.”, which is completely bullshit! At this point, you weren’t even reading the book anymore. You were just too focused on the argument. But your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at your window, making you jump.

What the hell was that? You got up and walked over to the window, hesitantly moving the curtain back. Behind the window, was Sam, soaking wet from the heavy rain. Normally, you wouldn’t have let him in, or even opened the window, but you couldn’t leave him out there in the rain..

You opened the window, and he immediately crawled in, falling on your floor. “Shut up, Sam! You’re gonna get me in trouble.” You whisper shouted. He quickly stood up, trying not to seem embarrassed that he fell. “Calm down, Princess. It’s 2 in the morning, they’re sleeping.” He said, his voice low. “What the hell are you doing here? I’m still mad at you.” You said, looking him up and down. He smirked, his hand reaching out to cup your face. “Why don’t I make it up to you?” He asked, his thumb caressing your cheekbone.

You scoffed in response, moving your face away from his hand. “No, Sam. Change into dry clothes, and then leave.” You said, still holding a grudge for earlier when he called you a bitch. You walked to your closet and grabbed his clothes that he normally left there, throwing them at him. His smirk only widened. “Oh, cmon. I came all the way here to see you. I miss you.” He said, taking his shirt off to change, and you couldn’t help but look. Even though you were mad, he was still your boyfriend.. and he was still hot.

He caught you staring, since you weren’t exactly subtle, and stepped closer. “C’mere, baby. Give me a kiss.” He said. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but cave at the pet name. You stepped closer, and he immediately grabbed you, pulling you against him. He pressed his lips against yours, making out with you instead of giving you “just a kiss.”

But you didn’t stop him either, reciprocating the kiss. Your lips moved against his, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He tasted like mouthwash and weed. He groaned against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling back, but only to lay you back on the bed. “I still hate you.” You said, watching him unbutton his wet jeans. “I know, baby.” He said before laying down on top of you once he threw his jeans somewhere, smashing his lips back against yours.

His hands moved up your body, sliding your shirt over your head. You watched the smirk grow on his face when he saw you have no bra on. He groaned and started groping them, his lips moving down your neck, towards your breasts. You arched your body against him, your lips parted as he groped you. A soft moan escaped you, which fueled him even more. He wrapped his mouth around your hard nipples, sucking while his hands moved down your body, pulling your pyjama shorts off.

His lips moved down your body, making your panties even wetter. Once he got to your hipbone, he abruptly flipped you over, now laying on your stomach. He groaned at the sight of you in a thong, placing a kiss on your lower back, just above your asscrack, before pulling them off. He groped your ass cheek before sitting up on his knees, taking his boxers off. He pulled you up by your hips, giving him a perfect view of your wet pussy.

He bit his lip, rubbing his tip against your slit. “Still mad at me, Princess?” He asked, pushing the tip in, but only to take it back out. You whined at his teasing, shaking your head. “No, M’not!” You said, making his grope your ass again. “You sure?” He asked again, now rubbing your clit with his tip. You moaned, nodding eagerly. “I’m not fucking mad!” You said in annoyance, but also desperation. He reached forward and ran his hand through your hair, before gripping tightly, snapping your head back. “Shut the fuck up before l leave.” He warned, and you instantly shut up.

When he saw you obey, he hummed in satisfaction, finally starting to push his cock into you. Your eyes squeezed shut, and soft moan escaping your lips. He groaned, looking down where you two met. He bottomed out, holding the position for a second before he started to thrust, and not gently. You let out a loud moan, and he immediately shoved your face into the bed, your moans muffled. He slapped your ass, thrusting roughly. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up? What would you do if your parents walked in and saw their perfect little girl getting fucked? Huh?” He asked, mockingly.

His pace didn’t slow, or soften, if anything he fucked you harder. He watched as your ass bounced against his hips every time he bottomed out, your ass jiggling. He couldn’t help but slap it again. “Fuck! Oh- fuck yes..” you moaned, panting heavily into the bed. He could tell you were close, he could read your body language. He reached around you and lightly slapped your clit, making you gasp, your back arching. “Gonna come?” He asked, speeding up even more. You nodded wordlessly, your brain melting as you felt your climax approaching.

He smirked. “I’m gonna need words, Princess.” He said, this time rubbing your clit in small circles. “Yes.. I’m gonna come..” you groaned, your eyes rolling back. He could also feel his orgasm approaching, making him pant softly. “Fuck.. fuck yeah you are.” He said, before you both came at the same time, both of your muffled moans filling the room. Even he had to lean down to bury his face in your neck so he wouldn’t be too loud.

He rolled off you, but didn’t take his dick out of you. He spooned you from behind, gently fixing your hair while you cuddled in his arms. “Mind if I stay in you tonight?” He asked, and you nodded sleepily.

Authors note: guyss I really like this >⩊< should I write another fic with sub!sam?

Scott Barringer:

ass guy. After a long day of hiking with the group, or doing whatever ridiculous thing Peter made you guys do, he loves to just lay his head on your ass, and sleep. Not even in a sexual way either.

I feel like he’s really bossy, maybe even a bit of a perfectionist? If you two have a project together, he’ll get mad if you messed something up, and he’d just end up doing the whole thing.

He is definitely a switch. When he’s feeling dominant, he’s dominant. Though he can get rough, he would never hurt you. He knows your body cues, especially if something bothering you. But if you’re riding him, or sucking him off, he’s a whiny, panting, mess.

He’s a moody guy, just naturally. It comes off as rude, but you know him. Though, there are times when he softens up, but only around you. He’d never let anyone else see that vulnerable side of him.

I don’t think he would be very kinky, but he would definitely be open to things you want to try. But if he doesn’t like it, he will probably most likely judge you. He’s just a judgmental person 😭

Jacob:

I feel like he wouldn’t have a preference? he loves every bit of you. Tits, ass, thighs, waist, everything. You honestly think it’s a bit sweet. If you were to ask him, he’d probably get confused, and say he just likes you.

He is loving during sex. I feel like he can get rough if you guys argue, or he has a bad day, but most of the time, he’s focused on you, and your pleasure, which we all love.

I don’t think he would be kinky either, but he loves doing different positions, and eating you out. I could just imagine, if you were sucking him off, how he would make sure you don’t choke or tear up!! (╥﹏╥)

He’s particularly gentle with you. He wasn’t like that when you first met. When you first met, he could come off as an asshole, and rugged. But overtime, he started to let his guard down. Becoming more vulnerable.

He doesn’t say “I love you” quite often, but he shows his love in other ways. Like, he’s not a big cuddler, but he does it anyway, for you. Or you could say you’re hungry, and he comes back home with a deer, even though he already ate and wasn’t hungry. I feel like his love language is giving and doing stuff for you.

Will Beeman:

oh god, I don’t know. I feel like he doesn’t think about it often, because he’s so busy with work. But if you asked him what he preferred, I think he would say boobs. Like, during sex, you noticed how he would watch your boobs shake while he pounded into you, or how’d he slap them.

KINKY. He definitely loves role playing, maybe even a little tiny bit of cnc? He is the dom. Even if you’re riding him, he still finds a way to be dominant. While you’re riding his cock, he’ll slap your ass hard, leaving a print, “keep riding that cock like the slut you are..”

He’s not very affectionate, but he’s soft and gentle with you. One time, you stopped by the office to see him, simply because you missed him, and you could hear him yelling harshly at someone, but the second he saw you, he softened up.

I don’t think he would eat you out. Not because he’s grossed out by it, he loves your pussy, but he’s not very good at it. But he expects you to suck him off. And when you do, he’s pushing your head down all the way, making you choke and gag.

There is obviously an age gap. He doesn’t like to date people his age, since he’s like 45. And he uses your age difference to his advantage. If you’re misbehaving, or giving him attitude, he’ll spank it and fuck it right out of you.

Clayton Beresford:

ASS GUYY! Ass. He absolutely loves your ass. He slaps it any chance he gets, or likes too grind against it, or simply just lay his head on it, like Scott.

He is stressed out 24/7. He can be short and irritated. So he often snaps at you, which makes you upset. But when he realizes your upset, he just gives you his card. Though he never addresses the situation.

I think he can be both rough and gentle, but never a sub. He loves making love to you, but he equally loves fucking you roughly. His favourite position would be missionary, because he loves to see your expressions.

I feel like he isn’t very open about his emotions. So if you have an argument, he just leaves, and doesn’t tell you where he going. Then, he’ll come back at 3 in the morning, and beg for your forgiveness, showering you with love and kisses.

He’s a munch 🤷‍♀️. One time, you woke up to him eating you out after he had a wet dream about it. He’ll eat you out at a restaurant, at an event, anywhere. And he hardly ever expects you do return the favour.

Authors note: Hi guyss here is part two of Hayden’s character’s head cannons, I hope you enjoyed! ⚞^. .^⚟

Aj takers:

he is an ass man. 100%. he would even eat your ass sometimes, but only if you were into it.

You two argue quite often because you’re scared about these jobs that he does, but he always reassures you he’s fine, and sometimes there is makeup sex.

He always wears that fucking hat, even around the house.

You slick back his hair for him everyday. It was something you started when you first began dating, but now it was a daily ritual.

He always makes you sit on his lap. While you’re eating, watching a movie, hanging out with family or friends. You’re always on his lap, it’s basically your seat.

Stephen glass:

He is a boobs guy, no doubt. If he’s upset about something, he just loves to bury his face between your tits while you comfort him. And he loves sucking them.

He is very loving but manipulative. If you say or do something he doesn’t like, he’ll just start crying and make you seem like the bad guy, making you feel bad and comfort him.

WHIMPERS. HE MOANS. CALLS YOU MOMMY. No one can say differently.

You are definitely the one that takes charge in bed, often riding him or sucking his cock.

And he’s obsessed with your pussy. It’s all he thinks about. He craves you. He’ll eat you out until you’re pushing his head away, and even then, he tries to push for more.

James Kelly:

Ass guy. He always, always, smacks your ass when he passes by, or when you bend over. And you had gotten used to his behaviour now. It was amusing.

He is completely pussy whipped for you. He tries to seem like a tough guy in front of everyone else, but when it’s just you two alone, he can be slightly more vulnerable, just all over you, or demanding to cuddle.

His favourite position is doggy. I don’t know why, he just seems like a doggy type of guy.

He works just for you. After you moved in, he realized truly just how much he loved you, and he wanted to give you everything you wanted.

Only red flag is he is a bit of an alcoholic, but it’s nothing too concerning. He always drinks when he gets stressed, or goes to the bar after work.

Sam Monroe:

Boobs. Same as Stephen, he loves sucking on them and burying his face in between them.

He also loves your thighs. When he’s eating you out, his favourite part is the way your thighs squish his head when you’re close. He loves leaving hickeys and bite marks on them. His hand is always resting on your thigh while you’re driving.

He is kinky. He loves you choke and slap you when fucking, spank your ass and thighs, maybe even a little bit of knife play, calling you dirty things, etc.

But he can also be submissive at times, especially if you’re riding him. He just moans as you take control, his hands running all over your body.

He’s good at aftercare, which surprised you after your first time together. He gives you weed, cleans you up, cuddles with you, puts on your favourite movie, which he hates. But it’s honestly sweet.

Authors note: GUYS LMK IF YOU LIKE THISS! I may do more characters.. ˶>⩊<˶

Warnings/notes: smut, missionary, softdom!scott, slight angst, all characters are eighteen! I came up with this from this request!

You were Scott’s girlfriend. The complete opposite of him. You both attended Mount Horizon for troubled kids. You both had the same drug problem, you were both addicted, and went through similar family situations, which is why you started dating. You understood each other.

And you were in the same group, the cliffhangers. Everything was great. You had the perfect boyfriend, friends, people that understood you. Nothing like your home life. But that all changed when Peter told Scott he was able to go home Friday. Scott was excited, and you were happy for him! But you also realized that he would be leaving. He was leaving you. You knew he didn’t have a choice, and he always talked about both of you leaving together. But it was just him.

He was leaving for football. His dad took him out because he had a huge opportunity, even though Peter advised he kept him there longer.

You started to avoid him. You wanted it make it easier for yourself when he left. And Scott was confused. He knew you were purposely avoiding him, he wasn’t stupid. He just didn’t know why. Maybe he was a little stupid. He had tried to talk to you multiple times, but you just ignored him or made up some excuse to leave. He was sick of it. It was already Thursday, he was leaving tomorrow! You cried nearly every night. He was the only person that made you feel like your true self, not someone that had to hide her feelings and vulnerability.

You were in the cabin, reading a book, getting ready for bed, when there was a knock on the door. All of the girls stood up, leaving you confused and alone. Just then, Scott walked in. What the hell was he doing here? He definitely wasn’t allowed. “What is this?” You asked, confused and suspicious. He walked over to your bed, his jaw slightly clenched. “I came here to talk to you. You’ve been avoiding me, and I leave tomorrow. What your issue?” He asked, irritated, but you could see he was also hurt, even though he tried to cover it up with anger.

You rolled your eyes, putting your book aside and sitting up. “Does it matter?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. He scoffed, “are you kidding? You’re my girlfriend, of course it matters.” He said, getting even madder. “Well you’re leaving tomorrow, so technically I’m not.” You said, before laying back down, continuing to read your book. But he snatched it out of your hands, throwing it on one of the other beds. “Why would you say that? Are you stupid?” “No, but you must be! You seriously think we’re gonna stay together?” You shot back, getting irritated also.

He passed, furrowing his eyebrows. “Thats what this is about? Me leaving?” He asked, his tone lowering. “Obviously.” You said, your voice also lowering, becoming a little more vulnerable now that the truth came out. He sat down on the edge of your bed. “Why haven’t you just talked to me about it? Instead of ignoring me?” “Because there’s no point. Talking isn’t gonna make you stay.” You said. You knew you were being selfish, but you didn’t care right now. He was the only thing that made you happy.

He took a deep breath. Even though he was excited to get out, you were on his mind this entire week. And, the prom Peter was hosting was on Saturday. Which means you had no date, something you both were looking forward to. “You’re seriously mad at me for leaving? Did you think I was gonna stay here the rest of my life?” He asked. You scoffed. “Are you serious? I’m not mad at you, idiot! I’m just trying to break it off easier.” You said, which made him pause.

“Break it off? You’re breaking up with me?” He asked in disbelief, getting off the bed. “Use your brain. Long distance relationships never work. Especially when you can’t even communicate..” you muttered, your voice breaking. He clenched his jaw, stopping himself from saying something hurtful. Without another word, he stormed out, tears pricking his eyes.

The girls came back inside, looking all confused. “What was the about?” Juliette asked. You ignored her and laid down, pulling the blanket over your head, turning off your lamp. The next day, you didn’t even say bye to him. He waited, but you never came. You couldn’t take it. You spent the whole day crying, and Peter let you take the day off from chores. Even though he pretended not to know, he knew there was something going on between you two.

Saturday came around, and Sophie had given the girls a box of dresses to choose from for the dance. You weren’t gonna go. It was pointless, you had no date, and you’d just be miserable. But the girls convinced you to come, Daisy promising she’d stay with you the entire time. Which she did. She was a real friend to you also. You picked out a pretty purple dress, and black heels. You all walked to where the prom was being held. There was loud music, flashing lights, food and drinks. It looked like an actual prom.

It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. You actually had a little fun dancing and talking with your friends. Suddenly, Shelby smirked, grabbing your arm. “Come, I need you show you something.” She said, dragging you outside. You were confused, where was she taking you? But you let her drag you, the cold night air hitting your face. Suddenly, you heard a voice say your name. You looked over and saw Scott, standing there in a tux. Your eyes widened. What was he doing here?! Shelby rolled her eyes. “Okay love birds, I’ll give you two some privacy.” She said before going back inside.

He walked over to you, his hand cupping your cheek. “You look beautiful..” he said, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. You scoffed softly, in shock he was here, your heart was racing. “How are you even here right now?” You asked, avoiding eye contact. “I asked my dad to let me stay.. my dad still doesn’t believe me.” He said, huffing. His dad was an asshole, who picked his fiancée over his kid.

You scoffed. “Why would you choose to come back? You could’ve left.” You asked, leaning into his touch. “Because I couldn’t stand leaving you behind.” He said, his voice soft. You sighed, biting your tongue so your eyes wouldn’t water. You hated crying. “You’re such an idiot..” you said before leaning up, smashing your lips against his. He immediately responded, kissing you back with as much passion and love.

You both pulled back, but only to guide him to your cabins. No one was there, and all the teachers were at prom. The second the door closed, his lips were back on yours, gently laying you down on your bed. “I love you..” he said between kisses. He had never said that before, it made your heart flutter. “I love you too..” you said, taking off his tux, while he took off your dress.

Before you knew it, you both were just in your undergarments. He was kissing down your neck, unhooking your bra before sliding it off your shoulders, revealing your breasts to him. He didn’t waste any time, sucking on your hardened nipples, before continuing to kiss down your body. “You’re so pretty..” he said between kisses, placing a kiss on your hip before pulling off your panties.

You bit your lip, spreading your legs wider for him. He threw your legs over his shoulder, leaving a hickey on your inner thigh before licking a long stripe up your slit. You moaned softly, spreading your legs wider. He groaned at the taste of you, wrapping his mouth around your clit, his tongue flicking against your clit. Your back arched, hands running through his hair, encouraging him to continue.

He continued for a few moments before pulling away, climbing back up you again. He took off his boxers, throwing them somewhere around the cabin, before pressing his lips against yours. He was gentle, he always was with you. He lined himself up with your entrance before pushing in, making you gasp softly against his lips. He bottomed out, staying still for a few seconds to let you adjust before he started to roll his hips, hitting your g spot just perfectly.

“Oh god.. right there..” you moaned softly, looking down where you two met. He gently grabbed your chin, bringing your head back up to look at him. “Yeah? Am I doing good?” He asked, secretly wanting to hear your praise. You nodded, kissing the tip of his nose. “Really good..” you moaned, which made him speed up a little more, now thrusting, but still hitting your g spot. Your legs wrapped around his hips, head falling back against the pillow. His forearms stayed beside your head, keeping himself up so he doesn’t put too much of his weight on you.

“You feel so good..” he groaned, closing his eyes as he buried his face in your neck, thrusting a little faster, but still remaining gentle. Soft pants escaped your lips, feeling your orgasm approaching. “Yes, yes, yes!” You moaned louder, nails digging into his back. He sucked and kissed on your neck. “Gonna come f’me?” He asked, his hands running through your hair, pulling softly to make you look directly into his eyes.

You nodded, not taking your eyes off his, lips parted. He almost moaned at the sight of you. You always looked beautiful to him, but even more so like this. He loved pleasuring you like this. He felt his orgasm also approaching, groaning in pleasure. You both came at the same time, his thrusts never slowing until you both became sensitive. He pulled out of you, his come leaking out of your hole and onto the bed. He let out a breathless laugh, pecking your lips before grabbing a tissue, cleaning up the mess. “You still alive?” He teased, playfully slapping your inner thigh. You whined in playful announce. “Don’t do that!”

Authors note: if only you were real Scott

Warnings/notes: Smut, praise kink, missionary, Clayton eating reader out, slight argument (kinda?), threats mentioned (nothing serious.) Part two of boss Clayton! Here is part one. Credits to @priestboy for the dividers!

You entered the limo, he held the door open for you before getting in after. He gave the driver instructions before settling down, sighing deeply. You looked over at him. “So what kind of event is this?” You asked, curiously. He looked back at you. “It’s a charity event for business’s that need some help.” He answered. You nodded, looking out the window, at the city light. You loved living in the city, it was beautiful, especially at nighttime.

You got to the charity event quickly, and Clayton, being the gentleman he is, opened the door for you, holding your hand to help you out. You could feel his large hand covering your smaller one, it made the tip of your ears turn slightly pink. He closed the door behind you and linked his arm with yours, walking inside the venue.

Suddenly, he whispered to you. “If anyone asks… you’re my date, not my assistant.” He said in your ear. That caught you off guard. Your head snapped over to look at him. “What? Why?” You asked, confused. “Because it would be embarrassing if they knew I had to bring my assistant instead of a date.” He said lowly, smiling at some people as they walked down the hallway.

“Well.. why didn’t you bring a date? I’m sure you could’ve found someone, Clayton.” You said. He was handsome, a gentleman, and rich. He could practically have any girl he wanted! “Because I’m not dating at the moment, and I’m not interested either.” He said, a bit annoyed with your question, but he also knew you were going to ask.

You just shut up and nodded. You both finally walked into the venue. It was massive, and filled with other business men and their wives. He walked over to a group of men in expensive suits, like his, and greeted them warmly. You stood beside him, feeling a bit awkward. You didn’t know anyone here, besides him. And this was a new environment for you, but you tried to act classy.

Clayton then introduced you, bringing you closer to his side. “Guys, this is my girlfriend, Layla.” He said, his arm now wrapped around your waist. You smiled politely, greeting them. They looked you up and down, like a bunch of hungry wolves. “So, this is the girlfriend, huh? Clayton’s said a lot about you.” One of the men said, which surprised you. You knew you were his “girlfriend”, but you also didn’t know about that until today. You wondered what Clayton had said. “That’s me.” You smiled.

Clayton’s hand tightened slightly on your side, hardly enough to notice, but you did. “Okay, okay.” Clayton said, embarrassed his friend had brought that up. Truth is, Clayton used to date, and he used to have hook ups, and see girls. But ever since you came into his life, he stopped. He only had his eyes on you. The guys, and you, laughed at his reaction. The group of guys talked, and you stood beside Clayton, quietly, letting them do their thing, when the same guy spoke up. “Y’know, your girl is really quiet. Like a mouse.” He joked, but you could tell he wasn’t joking. Clayton nodded. “She’s just a bit shy.” He said, but the guy continued. “It’s a bit rude, no?! She’s just standing there as if we aren’t even there.”

Your smile faded, and so did Clayton’s. You were surprised he had called you out, even though you did nothing wrong. “Excuse me? Who are you to talk to my girlfriend like that?” Clayton asked. You could tell he was irritated, and the rest of the group noticed too. The guy shrugged. “Hey, I’m not trying to start things. Just saying.” But Clayton wasn’t having it. “Apologize, now.” Clayton said, firmly. You were surprised he was even defending you against this prick, and he genuinely seemed mad. It was a bit of a turn on, to see him stand up for you like that. Especially since he was just your boss..

The guy laughed, though it was awkward and forced. “I’m not gonna do that.” He said, arrogantly, which made Clayton even more mad. Clayton excused himself before grabbing the guy roughly by his arm and pulled him aside. The whole group watched as they talked, a few of the guys friends apologizing for his actions. After 5 minutes, they both came back. “I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have said that. I had a bit to drink tonight.” The guy said. You nodded, your eyes flickering between him and Clayton. “It’s okay..”

Then, Clayton wrapped his arm around your waist and walked off, pulling you with him. You looked up at him, smiling softly. “What the hell did you say?” You asked. He smirked, guiding you towards the empty hallway again. “I have some dirt on him.” He explained, both of you in the hallway together, alone. You laughed softly, which made his expression soften. “Do I want to know?” You asked, he shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

There was moment of, comfortable, silence between you two, before his hand came up to gently cup your face, making you look at him. “I’m sorry about what he said. I like that you’re quiet.” He said, his eyes searching yours. You blushed, smiling softly, shyly. “Thank you.. I’m sure he was just drunk and not thinking. We’ve all been there.” You said. He didn’t reply. He stared down at you, his eyes moving down to your lips.

Just then, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, his free hand moving to your waist. You gasped softly against his lips, but didn’t pull away. It took you a second to register what was happening before you kissed him back, your hands coming up to cup the sides of his neck. He hummed against your lips and gently pushed you against the wall, making out with you in a random hallway. You never expected this to happen, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Not now.

After a few seconds, the kiss started to become more passionate, more hungry. After months of you both yearning for each other, you finally had it, and Clayton wasn’t going to waste this moment, this opportunity. He lifted you up suddenly, his hands under your thighs, supporting your weight. You laughed against his lips, making him laugh too. God, the sound of your laugh made him to crazy.

He carried you nearby to a room so you both could have privacy, and shut the door behind him with his foot. He set you down on a piano, gently lifting up your dress to reveal your lacy pink panties. He groaned, at the sight, kissing down your neck. You let out a soft moan, your hand moving to his hair, your fingers pulling on his hair. He saw how wet you were and bit his lip, his thumb moving down to rub your clit through your panties. “All this for me?” He cooed. You moaned, your lips parting softly. “Fuck.. yes..” you moaned.

He continued that for a moment before pulling away, making you huff, but only for a second. He pulled your panties down, putting them beside you on the piano before grabbing your hips, pulling you closer to the edge. He pulled his pants down, his boxers going down with them. He lightly jerked himself off, pressing his tip against your wet hole. You wrapped your arms around him, your nails digging into his back as he slowly started to enter you. He was big.

His hands rested on your waist, gripping you tightly but not enough to hurt you. Once he bottomed out, he gave you a second to breathe before he started to move, groaning slightly, his eyes focused where he entered you. “Oh god..” you moaned, your legs wrapping around his hips as he fucked you. He was gentle at first, but started to move faster, harder. He could tell by the way you tightened around him that you were enjoying this just as much as he was. “Yeah? Like that?” He asked, his hands moving down to grip your hips, fucking you harder, looking up into your eyes.

You gasped softly, looking up at him also. You kept eye contact, nodding desperately. “Love it- so good..” you whined, letting out soft pants. He watched you intensely, watching your reactions, expressions, the way your body reacted. He reached up to pull your dress down, revealing your bra, which he quickly took off also. Once the bra was discarded, he leaned down to suck on your breasts, moaning he buried his face in them, never slowing his pace.

Your head fell back against the piano, the whole piano moving with how hard his thrusts were. Your hands pulled at his suit and hair, moans coming out of your mouth like a prayer. He moved from your breasts, and smashed his lips against yours again, making out with you hungrily. “So good.. taking me so nicely.” He praised between kisses, which made you clench around him. You were already close. He smirked when he felt you tighten around him, letting him know you were close. “Already?” He teased. “Shut up..” you said half-heartedly, your breaths growing heavier.

“Fuck.. I’m gonna come!” You squealed, looking back up at him. “Yeah? Then come.” He softly commanded, which instantly threw you over the edge. You come around him, your hips jerking forward as your orgasm crashed over you. He let out a moan, not slowing his thrusts until he suddenly pulled out, coming on the floor, but his thumb moved to your clit, continuing to rub it through your orgasm until you tried to move away from overstimulation. He panted heavily, looking down at the mess he made on the floor before looking back to you. He suddenly dropped down to his knees, gently kissing your inner thighs, making them twitch, before he started to eat you out, cleaning you up.

Your eyes rolled back, your head falling back against the piano again. He held your hips firmly down, not letting you move away. He moaned as he tasted your juices, eating you out hungrily. “Taste so fucking sweet..” he said. Your eyes pricked with tears at the sensitivity, but didn’t push him away. After another minute, he finally pulled away, standing back up. He gently grabbed you, pulling you up to sit. He pulled a napkin out of his pocket, cleaning you up properly. “You okay?” He asked, throwing the tissue somewhere before grabbing your panties and putting them back on for you.

You nodded, still a bit hazy from your intense orgasm. “Mhm.. never better.” You said. He laughed lowly, helping you off the piano. “Good girl.. you did amazing.” He praised, kissing the top of your head.

Authors note: HI GUYSS! Dare I say I like this one.. we love Clayton here. Guys I’ve been very motivated lately.

Warnings/notes: A little flirting, age gap, tension, neighbours!au.

You lived in a trailer park, with your alcoholic father. Your mom was nowhere to be seen, she’s been gone since your dad started drinking. You don’t blame her, you just wished she brought you along.

You were pretty popular with the men around the park for your looks, and the girls envy you. But there was one man you’ve had your eye on for a while now. James Kelly. James lived across from you, and he moved in when you were about 5. You only talked with him a few times, polite neighbour conversation, but nothing more.

Your window was aiming directly to his trailer, you couldn’t help but watch him smoke every night on his porch. You were completely smitten for him. He was thirty-six, black hair that was starting to turn grey, blue eyes, tattoos, and you were 19.

You were scared to approach him. It wasn’t your age difference you were nervous about, you couldn’t care less. You were nervous about what he would think of his 19 year old neighbour flirting with him.

One night, you had a terrible fight with your father. Let’s just say some beer bottles were thrown at you. You sat on your porch steps, softly crying as you wiped some blood off your forehead, a cut your father left.

And just like every other night, James went for his nightly smoke. He saw you crying on your front porch, blood on your fingertips. He froze for a moment. He knew he should ask what happened, he was going too, but he felt awkward about it. He sighed to himself before walking over to you, taking a drink of his beer. “You okay?” He asked, a bit gruffly.

You looked up quickly, and saw James standing there in front of you. You wiped your tears, nodding slightly. “Yeah.. just my dad.” You said, trying to act nonchalant, but you were very embarrassed he had caught you crying. He nodded, standing there awkwardly for a moment before asking. “You’re 19, right? Legal?”

You paused when he said. Your heart raced a little faster. What did he mean by that? You nodded. “Okay.. want to smoke then? Seems like you need it.” He said, pulling out two cigarettes from his pocket. Well that crushed your dreams. But of course you weren’t gonna say no. Maybe this was your chance!

You stood up, nodding. “Yeah.. sure.” He nodded and jerked his head towards the direction of his porch, before walking over. You quickly hurried after him. As you walked, you couldn’t help but stare at him from behind. You could see the outline of his back, and his biceps through his shirt, making you swallow hard. He also had a nice ass.

He sat down on his porch swing, making room for you. He watched as you sat down beside him, staring for a second. He practically watched you grow up. You were a cute kid. But now you were older.. hotter. He felt like a creep for thinking that, but you were attractive. He handed you a cigarette, still quiet.

You took the cigarette, your fingers purposely grazing his, which he didn’t miss. You held it up to your mouth, but then remembered you needed a lighter, looking at him. Without any words being exchanged, he light the cigarette for you, subtly watching the way your lips wrapped around the cigarette. He quickly looked away, lighting his own.

You couldn’t help but blush slightly. The moment felt strangely intimate. He was quiet, you noticed. Barely spoke unless spoken too. You inhaled the smoke, before exhaling. “Thank you..” you muttered.

He nodded in response. “You’re welcome.” He said. There was a moment of silence between you two before you decided to speak up. “You don’t have kids or a wife?” You suddenly asked. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “Why?” “Because I always see you here alone.. and you’re like- 30 something.” You said, pretending not to know his age.

He scoffed, but answered. “Never settled down with anyone, and I definitely have no kids.” He explained, somewhat patient, even though your question was blunt. You nodded, taking another hit. “Now let me ask you a question. What happened with your dad?” He asked. You thought about it for a few moments. “I got mad because he stole my money from my wallet.. he bought beer with it.” You sighed. You saw James roll his eyes, scoffing. “He sounds like an asshole.” There was a pause before he continued. “Want some help patching that up?” He asked, nodding towards the cut on your forehead.

You quickly nodded, almost seeming desperate, which you were, but you didn’t want him knowing. He nodded and finished his cigarette before ashing it out, standing up. You followed suit, following him inside his trailer. “Stay here.” He said, pointing to the living room before going to the kitchen. Of course, you didn’t listen and wandered around, curiously. You walked down a hall and found into his bathroom, looking around. His entire trailer was sad looking. He could use your decoration skills.

Suddenly, he came up behind you, grabbing you by your waist, whipping you around to face him. “Didn’t I tell you to stay?” He asked in annoyance. “Sorry.” You muttered, embarrassed you had been caught snooping. He gently released you, stepping back. “Come to the kitchen.” He said before walking off.

You followed him, sitting on the counter once you got to the kitchen. He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment, instead grabbing some disinfectant, spraying it over the cut so you wouldn’t get infections. Then, he put a bandaid over it, a pink one. You smiled slightly. “Why do you own a pink bandaid?” You asked, teasingly.

He gave you a look, before stepping away once he finished, realizing how close they really were. But you stopped him, gently grabbing his shirt and pulling him forward, but not forcibly. He didn’t resist and let you drag him. “Thank you for helping me..” You said, pausing for a moment before kissing his cheek as a way to say thank you.

He didn’t physically react, but his mind was racing. He didn’t move away and stared down at you. “You shouldn’t kiss strangers cheeks, it sends a bad message.” He warned. “You’re not a stranger, you’re my neighbour.” You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He rolled his eyes, before stepping back.

“You should head on home.. before your dad finds out you’re here.” He said, putting his hands in his pockets. You were disappointed, but hopped off the counter, standing in front of him now.

“I’ll see you around?” You asked, tilting your head. He nodded, gently patting your head. “Yeah.” He said. You thanked him again before you left, going back to your trailer, your heart racing. You knew this wouldn’t be the end.

Authors note: hey guys! I love James.. he’s so delicious. Should I make a part two to this?

Holy gorgeous

Notes/warnings: No warnings! Credits to @tsumiinum for the divider! Clayton is your boss.. here is part two!

You, being a fourth year collage student, meant you were graduating soon! And it almost meant a lot of student debt. You were desperate to find a good paying job, something. You didn’t care what it was. You were willing to push your standards aside if you had to, but thankfully you didn’t have to.

You had handed out your resume, the old fashioned way, going into stores and businesses, personally giving your resume. Just when you thought there was no hope, you got an email saying you got hired for an assistant job. You checked for more details and saw that you were hired to be.. Clayton Beresford personal assistant?! No- that couldn’t be right. But then you remembered your roommate, Sarah, was also helping you hand out your resumes, and she probably forgot to mention that.

Clayton Beresford was the richest man in manhattan, who owned Beresford Company. And he was a fine young man.. a little older than you, maybe twenty-five or six? So you didn’t exactly mind. And he was almost killed by his ex fiancé, you remembered seeing it on the news.

It was your first day on the job, and you had gotten lost, making you 5 minutes late, not a good look for first impressions. After you finally found his office, you knocked softly before letting yourself inside. There, he was sitting at a large, messy, desk. He be looked up from his computer, looking annoyed with the sudden intrusion. “Can I help you?” He asked, not even trying to hide the annoyance.

You forced a polite smile, “I’m y/n l/n, I’m your personal assistant.” You introduced yourself. He hummed, standing up. “Right. You’re aware you’re five minutes late, correct?” He asked, condescendingly. You nodded. “Yes sir. I apologize, this building is confusing.” You said. He nodded. “Don’t let it happen again. There’s your desk. He said, pointing at a sad looking desk across from his.

You got yourself settled in, putting your purse down and logging into your new business account. After he helped you log in, he handed you 10 dollars. “Go get me a coffee, but be quick, I need you back to help me with some papers.” He said before returning to his desk.

Anyways, that was 6 months ago. Clayton was a hard boss, you were constantly on your feet, he was cold and often rude. But over the past 2 months or so, he started to go easy on you. Well, somewhat easy. Less snarky comments, more “pleases” and “thanks you’s” rather than throwing demands around. You couldn’t help but also notice his eyes on you, almost constantly.

One day, you were sitting at your desk, when he suddenly spoke up. “Cancel any plans you might have on Friday night.” You paused from typing, looking up at him. “Um.. can I ask why?” “Because you need to come to a charity event with me.” He said, never taking his eyes off his computer. “It’s strictly for business proposes. I need a plus one, and I don’t have one.” He said.

That made you start to wonder what his personal life was like. Now, it was pretty obvious he wasn’t seeing anyone, and maybe he didn’t have friends, why else would he invite his assistant to a charity event? You nodded. It’s not like you had anything else to do that night. “Of course. Is there a dress code or anything?” You asked, not wanting to embarrass yourself.

“Wear a nice dress, something fancy. Preferably black.” He said, finally looking up at you. You nodded, noting that down. He let you off work a bit early that day to go dress shopping, since it was literally Thursday and it was such a last minute thing. You went to the mall, getting the most beautiful dress. It’s a sleeveless black mini dress with a textured floral overlay and some sparkle. When you got home, you paired it with polka dot tights, black heels and a black handbag, it was perfect. (Dress is at the end)

Friday rolled around, and Clayton let you have the day off. You never just took days off, you even went when you were sick, so it felt nice to just be able to relax. You put your outfit together, before curling your hair and doing your makeup. After you finished, you couldn’t help but admire yourself in the mirror. Not to butter your biscuit, but you looked amazing. As you were admiring yourself, you felt your phone buzz in your bag. Taking it out, you saw a notification from Clayton. Yes, he had your number. He liked to tell you it was for business purposes, which it mostly was, but not so much for him. “I’m picking you up, be ready in 10.” he wrote. Your heart raced.

You mentally prepared yourself for the next 10 minutes, but your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. You opened it, and saw Clayton, a limo waiting behind him. You were surprised he came to the door instead of just texting or calling. He was about to say something, but paused. He thought you always looked beautiful, but right now? God.. he couldn’t put it into words. To Clayton, this was more than he let on. It wasn’t just for business. Sure, he didn’t have anyone to bring. But even if he did, he still wouldn’t chosen you.

“You look.. beautiful.” He said, stepping out the way, letting you walk out. You locked your door before the both of you walked to the limo, you blushing softly. “Thank you, Mr. Beresford.” You said. He tsked softly. “Don’t call me that, not tonight. Just call me Clayton.”

Authors note: Hi guys! There definitely will be a part two to this! This is really short ik 💔

And here is the dress outfit for the charity event!

Warnings/notes: Sam eating you out, car sex, sub Sam if you squint.. moody x sunshine au

You lived with your mom after your parents divorced, since your dad was a drunk. You lived in a nice neighbourhood, but your neighbour, George, lived in a small shack. He was known as rude, though he and your mom used to date, so they weren’t technically on bad terms..

One day, you were sitting on your porch, writing in your journal when you heard a car pull up. You looked up and saw a boy, around your age, getting out of the car. He had black and blue hair, piercings on his face, and dark clothing. He was the cutest boy you had ever seen. He had a suitcase, brining it inside George’s house. Who was that? His son, perhaps?

He looked over, noticing you. You quickly looked back down to your journal, embarrassed you had got caught staring. When you looked back up, he was gone, probably went inside the house.

Later that night, you were washing the dishes when your mom came into the kitchen. “How was your day, honey?” She asked, grabbing a towel to help you dry the dishes.

“It was fine, boring.” You sighed. She chuckled softly. “Well, we have a new neighbour. Georges son is living with him now.” She said, which made you pause for a split second. So you were right, that boy was his son!

“Do you know his name?” You asked, pretending not to care. She told you his name was Sam. Sam Monroe.

After you finished washing the dishes, you ran up to your room, grabbing your journal. You had no idea what to write, but then Sam crossed your mind. You started to write about him, his appearance, maybe some fantasies..

As you were writing, you heard some commotion coming from outside your window. Curiously, you looked out and saw Sam arguing with his father about god knows what. You quietly watched and listened.

Sam stormed out of the house, fuming. He refused to take a shit in the same room that he eats. He lit a cigarette, holding it to his mouth as he inhaled. Oh my god. You couldn’t help but watch, he looked so hot!

Sam happened to look up at your window, and caught you watching him, again. You smiled, politely waving. He didn’t wave back, and looked down to the ground.

Your chest tightened as he ignored you, and quickly closed your curtains. “God, why would I wave?!” You muttered, annoyed and embarrassed with yourself.

The next day, you were watering your flowers on the porch. They were your favorite, Lillies. You could smell smoke in the distance, weed. You looked up and saw Sam trying to light his spliff, but his lighter wasn’t working. You happened you have one on you. You made your way over to him. “Hey, need a lighter?” You asked, holding it out to him.

He eyed you for a second before taking the lighter from your hands. “Thanks.” He said, lighting the spliff. He inhaled before turning to you. “Do you smoke?” He asked. To be honest, even though you graduated, you had never tried weed before. You only smoked a cigarette in the 8th grade with your friends, and you hated it. You shook your head. “No, never.”

He smirked at that, almost mockingly. “So you’re a goody two shoes?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “I’m not! I just.. don’t like it.” You said, trying to defend yourself, but he just laughed, handing the lighter back to you. “Then why are you still standing here?”

That made you pause. Why were you still standing there? Was it to talk to him? Probably. “Am I not allowed too?” You asked, tilting your head. He shrugged. “I guess.” He said, dryly, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes looked you up and down, it made your stomach twist.

You watched him smoke, an awkward silence filling the atmosphere. You quickly spoke up. “So.. what are you doing here? I mean- why’d you move in with your dad?” You asked, curiously.

He was quiet for a second before taking another hit. “He wanted me to.. I’m probably going to Tahoe soon.” That made you a bit disappointed. He was leaving? But he did say probably, which meant maybe he was staying. “You should stay.” You said before turning around and going inside your house again.

A few days passed after your interaction, and it was all you could think about. You hadn’t seen him lately, which was disappointing. You were in your room, just scrolling through tv channels when your mom came in your room. “Honey, I invited over George and his son over for dinner tonight. Dress nicely.” She said, taking some of your dirty clothes off the ground before leaving your room.

What the hell. Sam was gonna be in YOUR house? For the next two hours, you spent getting ready. Doing your makeup, straightening your hair, choosing a cute but slightly revealing outfit. You were touching up your makeup when the doorbell rung, making your heart beat faster. “He was here!” You thought, quickly finishing before going downstairs.

When you got downstairs, you saw Sam standing there with George and your mom in the kitchen. You walked over to him. “Hey.” You said, smiling softly. You watched as his eyes looked you up and down, making you a little shy. “Hi.” He replied, looking around your house before looking back to you.

“Wanna go for a drive?” He suddenly asked. You hesitated. A drive? Where were you guys going? But how could you say no to such an opportunity? “Sure. Where?” You asked as you both left the house, walking over to his house, towards his car.

You got in the passenger seat while he got in the driver seat. “To smoke.” He said, driving off. He grabbed a spliff from his pocket and held it in his mouth, lighting it with the other hand.

You glanced at him. “Y’know, you’re not supposed to be smoking and driving..” he smirked at that. “I do this all the time, sweetheart.” He said, smugly, but the pet name made you blush. Thankfully, it was dark out, so he couldn’t see how much of an effect he really had on her.

As he drove, he played his music on the radio, filling the silence of the car. Though it wasn’t an awkward silence, more comfortable. When you finally got to your destination, it was in the middle of a parking lot, no other cars around. He handed the spliff over to you. “Try it.”

He said. You stared at him, thinking about if you should take it or not. You took it, holding it to your lips and inhaling. He watched you intensely, watching the way your lips wrapped around it. He found you hot, really hot. He was just better at hiding it than you.

You started coughing, holding it away from yourself. He smirked in amusement, taking it back. “I forgot you don’t smoke.” He said, taking another hit. You wiped a tear quickly so it wouldn’t ruin your makeup you spent a very long time on. “This isn’t funny.” You said when you saw him smirking. “It kinda is.” He muttered, taking another hit. As you both shared the spliff, you started to feel it. You had never been high before, and it felt amazing. Like you were in the clouds.

You turned to him, laughing. “Is it normal for my mouth to be this dry?” He nodded. “Yeah.. some people get it, some people don’t. But most people do.” He said, ashing it out once it was done. You two spent the next hour talking, laughing, even he was laughing!

“And then I was like.. “you’re such a dick.” And I slapped him!” You laughed, telling him the story of how you broke up with your ex boyfriend. “Good. He sounds like an asshole.” He said, turning towards you in his seat. “I never knew you dated anyone.” He said. You shrugged. “A few people.. but nothing ever for long.” You said. He stared at you for a few moments before bluntly asking. “So you’ve had sex?” You paused. Yes, you have twice. And both times, were terrible. The guy was just focused on himself, you didn’t even cum the second time. You nodded. “Yeah.. but it was terrible. I don’t get the hype.” You said. Because of your bad experiences, you assumed that’s what it would always be like, because you had never been with the right person.

He scoffed. “It’s not bad. You’ve just had bad fucks.” He paused, thinking about something before continuing. “Want me to show you how it really is?” He asked, looking you up and down. The atmosphere in the car changed. Maybe it was the weed making you horny, or him, but he was obviously feeling it too. You didn’t say anything and nodded.

He smirked and quickly got into the backseat, dragging you with him. Your heart raced even faster, the weed making you loose balance and fall on top of him. He caught you, smashing his lips against yours. You gasped softly, but kissed him back, wrapping your arms around him. He laid you back on the seats, getting on top of you without breaking the kiss. He pulled back, taking your shirt off, throwing it to the front seat. He looked down at you, groaning at the sight of your breasts. He helped you take your bra off, before quickly leaning down and wrapping his mouth around your nipple, making your back arch into him.

You moaned softly as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. Your boyfriends in the past had never spent time focusing on you like this. He moved to the next nipple, giving it the same treatment. He pulled back after a few moments, kissing down your body, which made your panties even wetter. You bit your lip, watching as his fingers pulled down your skirt and panties in one go.

You saw his lips part once he saw your glistening pussy. He didn’t waste any time. He spread your legs open, keeping them open with his hands, before leaning down and attaching his mouth to your clit, his tongue flicking against it. You gasped, your hands moving down to grab onto him for support. He moaned against your pussy, eating you out like he was starving. Which he was, for you.

He moved one of his hands, pushing two fingers inside you. Your eyes rolled back as he curled them just at the right spot, your moans and the wet sounds of your pussy filling the car. You started to clench around him, which let him know you were close without saying anything.

He continued until you came around his fingers, moaning as he licked up all your juices. You panted softly, your thighs quivering. “Holy shit..” you groaned, sitting up on your elbows, looking down at him as he sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That was fucking amazing..” he said, before crawling back on top of you.

Authors note: Hi guys I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in so long I have been very busy and burnt out. But I’m definitely going to start again starting today, love you! 💋

Warnings/notes: sub!lorenzo, dom!reader, oral (m receiving, riding him, perv!Lorenzo kinda... He doesn’t pretend to not hear or speak!

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You were a nun, devoting your life to god. Especially with the new plague, you and your fellow nuns were hidden away in the country side, living in a convent.

It wasn’t until one day, you and your friends were on a walk when you saw someone laying in the grass, who looked hurt. You all rushed over, only to find the most beautiful man you all have ever seen.

It was rare for you all to even see a man, especially since people hardly ever passed there.

You all helped him inside, tending to his injuries. And it was that day forward, that he lived at the convent, as a gardener.

You found out that Lorenzo was secretly having sex with all of the nuns, your friends included. You thought it was crazy. But you also knew all the women here were touch starved.

Yes, he was beautiful. But to give away something to sacred, just for a little fun was baffling to you.

But that was until you walked in on him fucking one of your fellow nuns, Sarah. You watched them secretly, and god, did it look amazing. Now you knew what everyone was talking about.

In the middle of the night, you decided to bathe yourself after a hard day of work. You snuck out to the lake nearby, stripping your clothes, making sure no one was around.

When you were certain, you got into the lake, dunking your head under water before resurfacing.

Little did you know, Lorenzo was watching you. He was out, doing some gardening chores late when he saw you. He had been waiting for you to ask for sex, but you hadn’t. He didn’t understand why. But he was enchanted by you. You were beautiful, the most beautiful nun there.

He watched for a few moments, looking at your naked body, when he heard you yell out. “Lorenzo?!” You called out, panicked. You caught him.

His eyes widened, his heart dropping to his ass. Embarrassing. He shamefully emerged from the bushes. “I’m sorry..” he quickly said, trying to think of an excuse.

You watched him for a second, your eyes looking him up and down. You stepped out of the water, still completely naked. He was hypnotized.

“Were you watching me?” You asked, stepping closer to him. He couldn’t help but blush, looking everywhere but you. “N-no. I was just doing my-”

You cut him off. “No excuses. I know you were, you pervert.” You said, mockingly. You walked closer until you were right in front of him, and noticed how hard he was through his pants.

You tsk’d. “This hard? Just from watching me, hm?” You said, your voice teasing. He didn’t say anything, finally making eye contact with you.

“Do you think Sister Lisabetta would approve if I told her what you were doing?” You asked, purposefully trying to humiliate him. He quickly shook his head. “Please.. don’t tell her. I’ll do anything, I just cannot be kicked out!” He pleaded.

You hummed, pretending to think. “I won’t tell, on one condition.” You said, biting your lip. “Anything!” He said, almost desperate.

You smirked, smugly. “Take your clothes off. Now.” You said. He froze. What? He wasn’t expecting that. He quickly did as you said, almost excitedly. He had been waiting for this. For you.

Once he was completely naked, his clothes tossed aside, you gently pushed him back so he was sitting on the grass, you kneeling in between his legs. You took his hard cock in your hards, gently jerking him off. “Are you gonna be good? Listen to everything I say?” You asked, he nodded desperately, moaning.

“Fuck- yes.. I will.” He huffed, spreading his legs wider for you. You jerked him off faster, licking the pre cum off his mushroomy tip. “Good boy.” You cooed, making his hips jerk forward, shuttering.

“But don’t get this twisted. You are being punished.” You clarified, making him almost whine. “I-I’m sorry.. I swear, I didn’t mean too!” He pleaded, almost whining. You could tell by the way his hips jerked that he was getting closer to his climax.

Suddenly, cruelly, you pulled your hand away just as he was about to cum. He groaned, his head falling back against the grass. “Jesus- fuck!” He whined, his hand reaching down to touch himself, but you quickly stopped him. “Don’t even think about it.” You said, pushing his hand back.

You waited a moment before jerking him off again, making him bite his lip. “Please.. Please let me cum. I’ll do anything.” He moaned, already feeling his climax approaching. He was so sensitive from being edged.

You tilted your head. “Yeah? Anything?” You cooed, mockingly, but he nodded desperately, panting softly. “Mhm!” He hummed, his hips jerking again.

“Come.” You said, jerking him off fast and hard. He immediately came, ropes of cum shooting out onto your hand and his lower belly. But you didn’t stop.

He gasped, his thighs shaking. “Y/n-” “you can give me more, can’t you?”

He whined, but nodded. You made him cum two more times before finally pulling your hand away, crawling on top of him. “D’ya like that?” You asked, looking down at him.

He nodded, hazily. You smashed your lips against his, grinding your bare pussy over his cock, but not letting him enter. He gripped your hips, his eyes rolling back.

Finally, you sunk down onto his cock, making you let out a soft moan. He was big, bigger than you have had in the past. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes welling with tears. “I-I can’t..” he groaned.

You were so tight, and he was so sensitive from coming 3 times, just from your hands. “You can.. cmon, be my good boy..” you cooed, actually comforting him as you rode his cock, using him for your own pleasure.

He whined, but nodded, willing to do anything for you. You rode him, hard and fast, moaning as his cock hit that spongy part inside you.

Your nails dug into his chest, feeling your own climax approaching. You came, hard, around his cock, finally slowing your pace. You pulled off just in time, his cum shooting out onto your thighs and stomach.

You smirked, leaning down and kissing him. “Let’s do this again sometime..” you said between kisses. He was non verbal.

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Authors note: This is for the person the anonymously requested this! I hope you all enjoy!