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pairing: clay x fem reader
(kinktober posts may be a day early since i live in new zealand lol)
summary: you and clay are high and horny, sprawled on his bed when he confesses a filthy little fantasy, cum play. what starts as a slow blowjob turns into a full-blown, no-holds-barred fuckfest: squirting, creaming, messy facials, and more. itâs dirty, wet, raw, and absolutely shameless, best friends turned sex-crazed stoners who canât get enough of each otherâs mess.
warnings: unprotected sex, cum play, oral (f & m receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, vaginal & anal creampie, cum eating, anal fingering, anal sex, lube use, overstimulation, cock worship, finger fucking, clit play, fingering cum back inside, cum stuffing, drug use (weed), light dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, rough sex, dirty talk, sex while high, and a best friends to fuck buddies vibe.
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The smoke curled lazily between your lips, sweet and sticky and tasting like Clayâs cheap ass rolling paper. You were sprawled across his bed, hoodie half-off your shoulder, shorts riding dangerously high up your thighs. Clay sat at the foot, legs wide, joint between his fingers, eyes heavy-lidded and glassy.
âYâever think about⊠likeâŠâ he started, tone slow and syrupy, âdoinâ stuff with cum?â
You choked a little on your inhale. âWith...what?â
Clay grinned, lazy and lopsided, a little too proud of himself âCum play. Like⊠makinâ it messy. Real messy. I wanna see it all over you, babeâ He flicked ash into the tray. âBeen thinkinâ âbout it all weekâ
You blinked at him, brain lagging behind thanks to the potent indica and the fact that your best friend had just confessed he wanted to paint you in his cum like some twisted Jackson Pollock.
He leaned closer, that cocky stoner smirk deepening âI wanna make you cum so hard you squirt all over me. Wanna see cream on my fingers, on my tongue. Wanna shoot my load on your pretty fuckinâ face, then push it back into your pussy with my fingers while youâre still shakinââ
Clayâs grin widened âKnew you were a lilâ freak under all that sassâ
He stood up, shedding his hoodie in one fluid motion and tugging his sweats down just enough to free his cock. Thick, flushed, already hard from just the idea of it. He stroked it lazily as he stepped in front of you. You were now stripped of your top and bra as yoou looked to him.
âSuck it for meâ he murmured, voice low and hungry. âReal slow. Donât be shy, sweetheart, I know you want a tasteâ
Your mouth watered. You scooted to the edge of the bed, dropping to your knees like it was muscle memory. He groaned the second your lips wrapped around the head, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other still wrapped tight around the base.
âFuck...yeah, just like thatâ he gasped âWarm lilâ mouth⊠always knew youâd be good at thisâ
You moaned around him, tongue tracing that sensitive underside, sucking slow and deep while his hips twitched. His breath got ragged, his grip on your hair tightened.
âShit...Iâm gonna...fuck, stop...stopstopstopâ he stammered, tugging your head back.
You blinked up at him, lips shiny, spit stringing between your tongue and his tip.
Clay groaned like he was dying âTongue out, baby. Show me that mouthâ
You obeyed, sticking your tongue out with a dazed little whimper. He grunted, jerking himself with fast, filthy strokes, and then he was coming. Thick, hot ropes splashing across your tongue, your cheek, dripping down to your tits as you gasped.
âFuuuuckâ he hissed, chest heaving âYou look so fuckinâ good like this. All covered in meâ
You swallowed what landed on your tongue, licking your lips shamelessly âMoreâ
He laughed, breathless and wrecked âOh, I got you, babeâ
Clay nudged you gently, guiding you back onto the mattress âLay back. Lemme repay the favourâ
You shimmied out of your shorts, soaked already. He spread your legs with those rough hands, gaze locked on the slick mess between your thighs like it was a religious experience.
âShit, youâre already drippingâ
He dove in without mercy, tongue flat against your clit, fingers curling deep inside before you could even gasp. You cried out, grabbing at the sheets as he fucked you with his mouth and hand at once, filthy groans vibrating through you.
âGonna make you squirt for meâ he growled, lips dragging down to your soaked entrance âWanna drown in itâ
You came with a scream, thighs clamping around his head, your body jerking as a gush of wet heat coated his face. He didnât stop. Just added a second finger, curling hard, relentless until-
Another squirt. Another cry.
You were shaking, nearly sobbing, and still he didnât let up. His fingers pumped mercilessly, now coated in slick and cream, his thumb circling your clit until you shattered again, creaming around his knuckles with a broken moan.
Clay pulled back, lips shiny, cheeks flushed, looking high off more than just weed.
âGod damnâ he grinned, licking a stripe of your cum from his fingers âI fuckinâ love this gameâ
He then sat up and looked down to you with a smirk on his face.
âOn your stomach, babyâ Clay murmured, voice rough and heavy with need âWanna see that pretty ass bounce while I fuck youâ
You obeyed without thinking, brain fogged from orgasm after orgasm, pussy still twitching from the last one. You felt his hands grip your hips tight, possessive, greedy, guiding you up onto your knees, ass in the air, face down against the pillow that smelled like weed and boy.
He lined himself up with your pussy and then he slid in.
âHoly fuckâ Clay groaned, voice cracking âSo tight, fuck...youâre fuckinâ squeezinâ me like a goddamn viceâ
He didnât wait. He gripped your hips and started thrusting, each movement sharper, deeper. The sound of wet skin slapping filled the room, obscene and perfect. You clawed at the sheets, moaning his name, nearly delirious as he pounded into your soaked cunt like a man possessed.
âThatâs it...take it, baby. Fuckinâ take itâ
You screamed when he hit just right, again. And again.
Until your pussy gushed around him, squirting with a helpless cry, your thighs shaking.
âFUCK yes, make a mess, babeâ Clay groaned, snapping his hips harder. âWanna ruin this tight lilâ cunt. Wanna wreck itâ
You sobbed into the pillow, body trembling as he kept fucking you through your release. And then it happened again, your pussy clenched, you cried out, and you felt yourself cream on his cock, everything going white hot with overstimulation.
Clayâs moan was ragged, eyes locked on where his cock disappeared into your slick, dripping hole.
âShit, look at this,â he groaned, voice fucked out and desperate âDrippinâ like a slut for meâ
Then you felt his hand slide to your ass. His thumb brushing down over the curve of your ass⊠to the tight little ring of your hole.
He rubbed slow, teasing. You gasped.
âBabyâ he moaned, so fucking needy it made your stomach twist, âGod, please....can I fuck this hole next? Please?â
You nodded fast, whimpering, âPlease do. Fuck...please, Clayâ
His thrusts turned frantic. Desperate. His cock slammed into you over and over, sloppy now, balls slapping your ass as he chased his high.
âIâm gonna cum...shit...Iâm gonna-â
With a loud groan, hips stuttering, Clay came inside you hard. You could feel it, hot, thick, filling your already wrecked pussy. His body trembled, arms wrapped tight around your waist as he pressed his forehead to your back.
You felt him slide out, cum already dripping from your abused pussy. But then his fingers were back, pushing in deep, fucking his own release into you with filthy, wet squelches.
âFuck, look at thatâ he whispered, eyes fixed on the creamy mess oozing around his fingers âTakinâ it so good. I wanna watch this pussy leak for hoursâ
You whimpered, back arching.
He pumped deeper, dragging his fingers along your walls.
âCan feel itâ he moaned, âmy cum, all warm and deep inside. This slutty pussy loves it, huh?â
You nodded, crying out when his thumb circled your rim again, teasing you for what was coming next.
He keeps fucking your pussy with his fingers like heâs trying to tattoo your walls with his name, and your body folds around him again, one last jagged, wet climax that leaves your knees shaking. He groans, the sound low and proud, and for a second you think he might melt into the mattress.
Then Clayâs grin slices across his face, hungry as ever. He reaches for the lube like itâs another joint, slick on his thumb before you can blink. âStaminaâs a gift, babeâ he says, voice smug and breathy. âGirls love it when I donât quitâ
Before you can protest, he scoops a glob of your warm cum from between your thighs and, with that filthy, delighted look in his eyes, presses a finger, slick with lube, himself and you, against your tight little asshole. You gasp, breath hitching, but thereâs no fear in it; only raw need and blurred, drug-softened want.
He teases your rim slow at first, two digits working into you with careful, commanding motions. The sensation is sharp and impossibly intimate, stretching, filling, a burning that makes your toes curl. You bite the pillow, moaning when he slips another finger in and starts pumping, loosening you on purpose.
âTouch your clit for meâ he orders between thrusts of his fingers, and when your hand finds that hot spot youâre already trembling, a tremor that ripples through you like electricity. He pants, watching your body react, and then he lines up.
The first push is full and slow, sticky, hot, and unlike anything youâve let happen before. You choke a little, the new stretch making your vision flicker. Clay holds you steady, groaning into your back as he sinks deeper inch by inch until his balls press against the warm valley of your ass.
âGod, you take me so goodâ he rasps, voice thick âKeep that hand moving, baby. Rub it. Harderâ
You obey, fingers circling in a frantic, glorious rhythm while he begins to pump, first measured, then faster, then animal. The room fills with the wet sounds of him fucking your ass and the soft, desperate music of you stroking your clit. The joint in the ash tray cinders in silence; youâre the only thing either of you can taste now.
Clayâs thrusts get faster, sloppier, desperate to hit wherever it is he lives. Your whole body shakes as he picks up speed, each slam deeper than the last. He grunts, nails digging into your hips, and the way he buries himself in you makes something roar in your chest.
âIâm close...shit...so closeâ he moans, raw and ragged.
His hips stutter, then shudder. He cums, hot, thick, into your ass with a sound thatâs almost a cry. You feel it flood you, a heavy, intimate heat that makes your knees go weak. He rides the tremors out, breathing hard against your shoulder, then slides out with a wet, sticky sigh.
But Clay isnât satisfied with leaving it there. He pulls his cum-soaked fingers to your asshole, dipping them in and pushing them in deep, working that warm, salty cream further into your ass until itâs buried inside you like a secret.
He then grins and he collapses next to you
âGood girlâ he murmurs, half-proud, half-possessive. âTold ya Iâd make a mess, We are definitely doing that againâ
And you just looked at him and laughed it off, but honestly? You were so fucking down.
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