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Bangchan walks into your shared apartment. His eyes heavy with exhaustion from another 6 hour long practice. "Babyyy, c'mere" he sighs as he flops onto the bed. "Been thinking about you all day. I missed you so much. I need you baby" Chris starts kissing down your neck. You whimper softly. Chris starts to slide of your nightgown and strips you out of your laced panties. He groans at the sight of your bare body beneath him. His cock twitching hard in his sweatpants. He wastes no time and dips down to eat your already slick cunt. His big nose brushes your clit first, sending a jolt through you. Then his tongue dives in and he starts to devour you.
"Ohhh god-Chris!" you gasp, your thighs trembling. He eats you out like he has something to prove. Tongue flicking in and out of you, slurping up your juices. Chan takes his dick out of his pants and starts stroking himself roughly. Slowly at first then faster. "Mmph baby, ride me please. Be a good girl. I need you" Chan groans. His hands grip your hips roughly. You slowly slide down on his big hard dick. You still feel so overwhelmed from the feeling of him being inside of you, even though you've done this a million times now. A low satisfied groan escapes his lips. "yes, just like that baby. Daddy missed you all day. Had to go to the bathroom during practice for 30 minutes, because I was soo horny. Can only think about you all day everyday" he says breathlessly, looking up at you with a dazed expression. His hands strongly cup your ass, to guide your up and down movement. The faint sound of your wetness, the sound of your skin slapping together and Chan's and your whimpers fill the room.
When you start to pick up the pace, his grip on you becomes tighter and his breathing becomes more shaky. "Fuckkk yeahh. I'm close baby. Don't stop" he says as his eyelids flutter shut. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum" he warns. You keep going quicker as his seeds are already spilling into your warm pussy. Your release coming right after. You collapse right onto him. "Your so fucking pretty." Chan says while your still catching your breath.
Something in Chan's eyes changes after you slowly get of his cock. "Where you going babygirl?" "I'm tried Channie. It's late, let's go to sleep yeah" you suggest. But Chan doesn't want to go to bed yet. Even though he spent the whole day practicing hard, he just wants and needs you and this cannot wait. "Just one more round pretty, I promise" You knew exactly, that wasn't gonna happen. After the one round he would suggest another one and then another one and then eventually you would have fucked the whole night long. But still you can't say no to your boyfriend. "Okayy, yeah fine" Chan's eyes sparkle instantly.
He starts kissing down your neck as he massages your tits. His mouth wanders down to your left nipple and he starts sucking hard. Suddenly he stops and gets up from the bed. He spits into his hand and starts pumping his fat cock. Then he comes to you and tapes your cheek twice, to command you to open your mouth. As you open your mouth, he sticks two of his fingers in, for you to suck on. After sucking on his fingers, he pushes you down onto your knees and you slowly start kissing his flushed pink tip. His precum slightly sweet in your mouth.
"Be a good girl for daddy and start sucking pretty" he says as he softly slaps your cheek. You take his cock into your mouth and start sucking. The part of his dick, that doesn't fit into your mouth, you use your hands to fuck. "My good little girl, suck my dick until you choke on it" Chan groans out. You start bobbing your head faster and Chan firsts your hair roughly in his hands. "Fuckkk baby girl, yeahh just like that. Dreamt all day about this. Fuckkk"
You start feeling his dick twitch in your mouth so you slowly stop sucking to tease him. But Chan didn't like this at all. "Now what do you think your doing doll?" He waits a few seconds for you to start sucking again, but when he realizes, that you won't, he picks you up like you weight nothing and slams you onto the bed. "You know, that you should always listen to your daddy. Stop being a brat" he spats at you. You don't respond. You feel your pussy getting more wet, as he looks at you with his dark eyes. "Fine, if you want to be a brat, then I'll treat you like one" you didn't quite understand, what he meant by this, but you knew it wasn't something good as he started gripping your neck tightly, chocking you. "D-don't be so mean Channie" "Ughh, pretty girl, you didn't do what I wanted you to, so bare with the consequences now" he growls as you and forcefully pushes his cock into you. You scream out in pain. His big cock, overwhelming you with pleasure.
"Daddy's gonna fuck you hard, yeah. So be a good girl and take what daddy gives you" he groans as he slams into you at an unbelievable pace. "Fuckkk, Daddy I can't take ittt" you whine. But Chris doesn't stop. "You say you can't take it, but you pussy is begging me to fuck her" he murmurs into your ear. You can't respond you just moan louder. The whole neighborhood probably hearing you getting your insides rearranged.
"Look how pretty you look under me, my dirty little princess" Chan says as he pounds into you harder. "Ughhh, yes, yes, yes right there daddy. Don't stoppp. I'm gonna cummm" you moan out. "Aww, thats the spot baby? You gonna cum on daddy's cock." "Fuckkk, yes daddy. Mmhhh" "wait a little longer yeah, daddy needs to make sure, that he fucks all of his seeds into you. You will looks so pretty with my cum in you. Your gonna be soo full of me. You want that baby?" "Yes, yes, yes! Just let me cum daddyyy" you beg him. "You were being bratty earlier, daddy needs you to hold it in, until daddy tells you to cum, so you learn from this lesson". You almost start crying after he tells you this. The pleasure is getting too much. You can bearly hold it in. Chan can tell by your face, that it's hard for you. "Too much? My love, I know you can take it. Come on, be a good girl for me" he groans out.
Your legs start to shake and Chan's cock is starting to twitch inside of you. "Daddy is gonna fill up your pretty hole yeah? Gonna fill you soo full. Gonna fuck a baby or two into you. I can't get enough of you" he whimpers out. "I can't hold it in anymore daddy. Please let me cum" you whine out. Chan can't even speak anymore, he just nods at you. Both of you moaning out loudly as you cum at the same time. "Ahhh- princess. Daddy love you- I love you soo fucking much" he whispers into your ear.
Chan doesn't pull out. He starts kissing you passionately. "I love you baby. I'm gonna marry you one day. I promise you that. I love you" he repeatedly says. You're to tired to respond. You just hum and crack a small smile and immediately fall asleep. But that smile meant soo much more to Chan. He watched your breathing as you slept. He always had this fantasy of fucking you, while you're asleep, but seeing how exhausted you are, he decided to postpone this fantasy to another time ;)
"Love you babygirl. Good night"
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Ahhhh, idk how I feel about this one. It was kinda rushed. I might even take it down later. I hope there are not to many writing mistakes in there😖
You'd faced down assassins, defused bombs, and survived family dinners with the entire Bat-family. But nothing—*nothing*—could have prepared you for this moment.
"Absolutely not."
"Damian, please—"
"I said *no*."
You stood in the doorway of the manor's bathroom, holding a wax warming kit like it was a weapon of mass destruction. Which, given Damian's expression, it might as well have been.
"It's just your back!" you protested, trying not to laugh at the sheer horror on your boyfriend's face. "You said you had that mission next week where you need to go undercover at the beach, and you complained about—"
"I did not *complain*." Damian's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I merely stated an observation."
"You literally said, and I quote, 'this excessive body hair is tactically disadvantageous.'"
"That was a private conversation."
"Babe, you said it in front of Alfred."
A strategic mistake. Damian's jaw clenched. You both knew that Alfred had immediately sided with you, commenting that "Master Damian would benefit from proper grooming" in that dry, unflappable way of his.
That's how you'd ended up here, with Damian shirtless and scowling, perched on the edge of the bathtub like a particularly angry gargoyle.
"If you tell *anyone* about this—"
"I won't!" You crossed your heart. "I promise. Now just... sit still."
You'd watched exactly one YouTube tutorial. How hard could it be?
The wax had reached the perfect temperature—you'd tested it on your wrist and everything. You applied the first strip to Damian's shoulder blade with what you thought was professional efficiency.
"This is undignified," he muttered.
"You literally wore a traffic light costume for years."
"That was a *tactical uniform*—"
You ripped.
The sound that came out of Damian Wayne's mouth could only be described as a squeak. A high-pitched, utterly un-Robin-like *squeak*.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF—"
"Shh! Do you want the whole manor to hear?"
Too late.
"MASTER DAMIAN?" Alfred's voice drifted up from downstairs, concerned. "Is everything quite alright?"
"FINE!" Damian shouted back, his voice cracking slightly. He whipped around to glare at you, his eyes promising retribution. "You said it wouldn't hurt!"
"I said it would hurt *less* than laser removal!"
"That is NOT—" He stopped mid-rant as you held up the strip, now covered in dark hair. His eyes widened. "Is that... is that all *mine*?"
"Yep! Look how smooth!" You ran your finger over the newly bare patch of skin. "Like a baby's bottom."
"I will end you."
But he turned back around.
You got through three more strips before Tim walked past the bathroom, did a double-take, and immediately pulled out his phone.
"Don't you *dare*," Damian snarled.
"I'm not doing anything," Tim said innocently, definitely taking a video. "Just admiring the... bonding experience."
"Drake, I swear on Father's cowl—"
"You know what? I think I hear Dick calling me. From the other side of the city. Bye!" Tim disappeared in a blur of laughter.
You bit your lip to keep from smiling. "Okay, this next part might be a little more sensitive—"
"They're all sensitive!"
"—because it's closer to your spine."
Damian took a deep breath, his shoulders rigid with tension. "Fine. Just... make it quick."
You applied the strip. Counted to three. And pulled.
This time, Damian shot straight up off the bathtub, whirled around, and you found yourself suddenly pressed against the wall, his hands on either side of your head. His face was flushed, whether from pain or embarrassment, you couldn't tell.
"You," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "are *enjoying* this."
You couldn't help it. You grinned. "Maybe a little."
His eyes narrowed, but you saw the corner of his mouth twitch. "Tt. You're lucky I love you."
Your heart did a little flip. He didn't say it often.
"Lucky enough for you to let me finish?"
Damian stared at you for a long moment, then sighed with the weight of a thousand tactical disadvantages. "Fine. But if Todd finds out about this—"
"He won't!"
He did.
(Jason somehow acquired the security footage and played it at the next family dinner. Damian didn't speak to you for three hours, but forgave you when you offered to train him in creative revenge techniques.The revenge, of course, involved waxing Jason's chest while he slept.It was beautiful.)
Tim couldn't stop filling you up. (Kinktober 2025)
Pairing: Tim Drake x Fem!Reader
Kinks: Creampie
Requested by: @jakiicomics💓
Tim promised he'd pull out.
But now your back was pressed against the desk in his hideout, papers scattering to the floor, his mouth buried against your throat as he fucked you open. Your thighs locked around his waist, dragging him deeper, holding him where you both knew he couldn’t control himself.
His cock pulsed inside you, hot and thick, and you could already feel him getting close again.
"Tim—" you gasped, fingers clawing into his shoulders. "You said—"
"I know," he cut you off, ragged and frantic, hips snapping against yours. His voice cracked, broken in your ear. "I know. But I can’t—"
The words dissolved into a low, guttural groan as he shoved himself all the way in and cummed again, spilling hot, thick, relentless. You clenched hard around him, your body milking every drop, and he shuddered like it was killing him.
"Fuck," he gasped, trembling against you. His cock twitched inside your soaked walls, already overstimulated, already leaking more than it should. "I can’t stop cumming in you."
You should’ve shoved him off, maybe slapped him, maybe told him to get a grip. But instead you arched into him, moaning at the way he filled you, at the warm slickness dripping down your thighs.
He groaned when he felt it—the mess he’d made—and the sound was almost desperate.
"I keep trying," he admitted, voice breaking. "I tell myself I’ll pull out—next time, I swear. But then I’m inside you and it’s so fucking good, I lose everything. My brain—my training—it’s just gone. It’s only you. Only your pussy. I’m addicted."
His forehead pressed to yours, sweat sticking your skin together, his breath hot and ragged. But his hips didn’t stop. Even after cumming, even when his cock twitched too much to bear, he couldn’t stop fucking into you.
"Tim, you’re—ahh—" you gasped, the stretch almost unbearable. "You’re still—"
"I know. I know." His hand cupped your face like an apology, even as his thrusts grew messier, sloppier. "I can’t stop filling you. You don’t get it—I need it. Need you dripping with me, every time."
You whimpered when he hit deep, when another rush of heat spilled inside you, your cunt clamping down as if your body wanted every drop.
"That’s it," he groaned, kissing you hard, teeth clashing, like he had to devour you or lose his mind. "God, you take me so good. No one else—fuck, no one else could."
By the time he finally stilled, you’d lost count of how many times he’d come. All you knew was the way he stayed inside you, refusing to pull out even now, cock still throbbing weakly as his arms caged you in.
And when you whispered his name, half-plea, half-reproach, his lips ghosted your ear with a hoarse promise:
–batfam x batsis!reader(platonic obviously) headcanons
Synopsis: you got into a fight at your new school. Your family reacts in a... variation of ways.
A/n: first time writing hcs... the reactions of the characters are based off my version of batsis!reader I have in mind from other fics I've already written. English is not my first language. Enjoy!!!
Bruce Wayne
When he got the call that his daughter had gotten into a fight, he was taken by surprise.
Bruce could've expected this from his other kids (Dick and Jason) when they were your age. (Because Tim was just a few months older than you). But he didn't expect you, out of all people, to actually get into a fight.
He knew you could fight. He'd seen you in the manors training room late at night, practising punch combinations and hitting the punching bag like your life depended on it. He was aware of your ability at that. But, usually, fighters like that did not go around getting into fights if it wasn't strictly necessary. He knew this better than anyone.
When he entered the principals room, he took in your appearance. Messy hair, a bloody nose, split knuckles... then he looked at the other kid, and felt something strangely like pride swell in his chest before forcing himself to stay serious. The boy looked as if he'd been to hell and back. His eye was black, both his nostrils were still bleeding, and his face was full of bruises. Some still forming.
You looked unbothered, but it gave you away the fact that your hands were still shaking. From adrenaline and hitting repeatedly.
He sat next to you, and gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.
After getting out of the building, you explained to him the situation. He understood, and assured you it was all right. He only warned you to not get caught hitting someone next time.
Jason Todd (and Dick)
In normal circumstances, you wouldn't just have dropped by Jason's apartment without telling him. But staying in the manor meant having to deal with Dick asking a shit ton of questions, Tim's silent worried gaze and Damian's witty comments.
And you really didn't want to patch yourself up alone.
You knew Jason would not force you to speak. He would help you clean the blood, and offer a place to stay if the outside world was too loud. That is all you needed at the moment.
You stood outside and knocked on the door. You heard rustling inside, muffled voices. The door slid open.
A red-headed man stood holding the door open, with a beer in his hand. For a moment, you stood staring at each other. You realised then, that you didn't even brush your hair nor clean your own blood from your face.
To not make it awkward any longer, you spoke to the guy.
"Is Jason home?"
"Uhm yeah- wait a sec"
He looked back to the couch, and Jason looked to the door. When he saw you, he stood up and walked to the door.
"What happened to you, kid?" He scoffed "you look awful"
You didn't respond, and he could recognise himself for a moment in you. The same quiet regret and stubbornness.
"Come in"
.....
"So let me get this straight" The guy hanging out at Jason's, Roy, spoke, "Bat adopted another kid"
You were sat on the kitchen counter, Jason was bandaging your bloody knuckles.
"Is that your blood?" Jason asked, ignoring Roy. You looked at your other hand.
"Ehhm- I don't think so" you srhugged "It's probably from the other guy's nose"
"Well shit" Roy mumbled "you beat him up good, huh?"
"Well, at least I tried to" you replied "But yeah, I guess so"
Jason finished bandaging your knuckles, then desinfected a really ugly looking bruise on your cheek.
"Does B know?" Jason questioned.
You scoffed, "Who do you think the school called, huh? Damian?"
"Okay, fair"
Roy laughed a bit, and Jason just glared at him.
From the kitchen table, Jason's phone rang.
Roy looked over to see who was calling, and turned with a smirk "It's good ol' Nightwing"
"Pass me the phone" Jason walked to where Roy was standing.
He pressed the green button on the screen, and Dick's voice was heard trough the speaker in Jason's beat up phone.
"Hi, Jay" his usually happy voice was laced with worry "Is-" he said your name with a empathic voice. Big brother worry "- by any chance at yours? Do you know where she is?"
Jason responded immediately "I have no idea" he knew better than to just give you away like that. If you had come to his apartment out of all places, you probably did not want to be found.
Still, Dick was asking out of pure courtesy. "Yeah, sure. I know she's there. Bruce tracks everyone's phones." he hesitated for a moment "I just wanted to ask if she was okay"
Dick ended up convincing Jason to let him in. Of course he did.
He gave you a big hug and asked if you were okay. Kinda offended you didn't seek him first, but deep down understood you.
You ended up watching a movie with them (Roy too because he had nothing else to do)
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Summary: Simon has officially gotten fed up with his less then healty smoking habit. After 2 weeks of good effort, he admits he can't quit. That is until he finds an alternative with you lovely chest.
Warnings: smut, mentions of smoking, suggestive language, breast play, sucking, consensual groping, grinding, slightly obsessed Simon, not proof read
Category: Fluff and Smut (MDNI)
A couple weeks ago Simon had come the consensus that he was going to give up smoking. One night he comes home from shopping and with a big huff he says "Darts turning to damn expensive." But there was more reason for him to quit smoking too. Simon figured that he managed to live this long despite his career, it would be just embarrassing if smoking is what took him out.
Ever since he met and you oh you, his angel in human form, Simon slowly found better ways to live. I mean actual living not just living for the sake of getting by. You've noticed small changes hes made to better his way of living. He started reading more, healthier homemade foods, he even picked up a few hobbies thanks to you. So that's also why he wants to quit smoking, to better his way of life. And to better yours aswell. To avoid making you second hand smoke, to avoid having your clothing and house reeking of cigarettes. You have been nothing but supportive, despite his withdrawl complaints that seem to be getting worse by the day.
And now I hear his soft yet heavy footsteps down the hall heading towards you. It's night-time and I lay in bed curled up with a soft blanket and a book. I let out a soft hum as a "hello" while I'm too engrossed in my book to glance up at him. I hear a deep huff from Simon and he heavily plops onto the bed causing the bed to dip a little. When I finally look over to him, Ip see he is already looking at me with his deep brown eyes quietly asking for attention. I softly chuckle and bookmark my page, close the book and set it aside.
"Whats wrong..?" I hum out with a sweet teasing smile. Another deep grumble comes from him as he scrubs his face with his hands.
"Mmm' Can't do it..." His tired heavy accent rumbles out of him.
"Can't do what?" I chuckle out at his grumpy attitude. I then reach over and gently brush his blonde hair from his forehead to get to a good look at him. Simon closes his eyes for a moment before heavily saying.
"Quit. I can't quit... I need a dart, just one." He mumbles, his body tensing while leaning into my hand showing some sign of embarrassment at his admission. I frown at his words.
"Really baby..?" I whisper.
"Just one." He repeats. I sigh and shift in bed to sit up straight.
"But one always leads another and another." I say softly looking into his puppy dog eyes. Another groan rumbles from him, man of few words but many grumbles. Simon then crawls up the bed and heavily plops down on his side beside me. I give him an understanding pout as I feel his tatted arm lace along my waist and press his bulky body against mine.
"This isn't working. I need to do something with my hands, and for God sake I've been chewing the inside of my cheek to stop cravings." Simon huffs out. I quietly think for a moment.
"We'll... we could always get you those nicotine pouches? Or... you could bring a straw with you wherever you go and suck in it whenever you need." I hum with a serious yet playful tone. "If your ever really craving a cig that much, I could get you bubbles to blow..." I mumble out now just teasing the massive military man. A growl rumbles from Simon before crawling ontop of me, causing to bed to shift and bounce us.
"Think your cute hm." He mumbles out as he lower half press against mine and his lips just barely nip at the skin going down my jaw.
"I know I'm cute." I tease softly as I stretch out my neck for him. His agonizingly slow pace down my jaw clouds any thoughts I had and I just enjoy his warmth and his open mouth kisses against my skin. I feel Simon's rough hands run up my waist as he ever so slightly grinds down on me. I can't help but snicker just eating up the attention. Simon stops for a moment as his chin meets the neckline of my shirt. I quirk an eyebrow at him and follow his gaze that is staring down the shirt.
"Yr' bra's off." He states in amusement.
"Well it is bed time..." I say matter-of-factly while his hands travel up my torso and cupping my chest. I softly chuckle as his hands gently message my breasts, giving them some love through my shirt. So needy he is.
"M' favourite time of day." He murmurs before giving my sternum a wet open mouth kiss. A small whiney moan falls from your mouth as I feel his hot breath land on my skin. Before I know it, Simon slowly rolls up my shirt and pulls it up past my breasts. I take a sharp breath in at the cold air on my exposed chest. He lifts his head making eye contact with me. His big brown gaze stays locked on my eyes as he lowers his head back down to my chest. His large warm hands caress each of my breasts as his feather light kisses kiss in-between them.
"Si..." I mutter slightly surprised at the sudden erotic affection. Simon responds only with taking a deep breath in while his thumb grazes over my left nipple. My nipple hardens under his touch easily, Simon seems to love it too because a wolfish grin slides on his face. His kisses trial up my plump delicate breast and around my turned on nipple. His breath and touch is light like the flapping of butterfly wings along my skin. My head can't help but feel fuzzy from the obsession he displays.
A new warm and wet sensation comes over me when Simon pops his mouth over my nipple. His warm tongue flicks my sensitive bud once before teasing around it. Moans begin to slowly spill from me when I feel his mouth beginning to suck on me. The warm sensation reaches my nerves as he laps his tongue over my nipple again. I slightly squirm under him, but it is shortly lived by him pressing more of his weight down on me. My breast feels hot and heavy as he plays his tongue around my sensitive nipple and sucks on it like a hungry man. Maroon blushes on my cheeks at the sound of a "pop" when he unlatches from me.
"Think I've found a new alternative." His voice is thick with pleasure as he turns his attention to my other breast. He messily kisses up my right breast before latching down and making out with my nipple. A near whine comes from me when his large hand gropes my left breast. His fingers playing with his saliva left along my nipple.
"Was he really that desperate for a smoke?" I begin to think before my back arches at the feeling of teeth grazing my nipple and his fingers pinching the other and gently tugging up.
"Si- Simon- Si..!" I mutter feeling sensitive. Simon he let's go with an evil chuckle before gently kissing my now puffy nipples as an apology. He look back up at me with big puppy dog eyes and an obvious "proud of myself" grin as he gently messages both of my breasts.
"Craving's gone." He rumbles out as he gently grinds down on me, in which I feel the achy bulge in his pants.
I am going to be one busy woman.
AN: Hi Everyone! Hope you enjoy this fic about Simon/Ghost. This is my first steamy fic and I hope you found it funny and cute!
Jeckole in the BIG 2026? Yasss. Hgk late because I wanted to post it on April the first but I procrastinated. Anyway I wrote a fic for this comic where they talk more etc here’s the link!
SYNOPSIS - you're a bartender, of course, the best clients are the marines.
CONTENT - smut! fem!masturbation. poorly written because I'm still learning my way.
WC - 1.1k
NOTE - he makes me sick, I need him!!
The bar was filled with all kind of people. Old creepy guys, girls in their earlier twenties, divorced dads, womans in their fourties and the regulars. The air outide was so hot you could feel sweat dripping on your back, the poor fan barely helping as you crossed the back door and got back in position, behind the counter. You smiled as soon you heard girls gasping when GataOnly started playing, they all gathering in groups to dance, turning all of the old men heads.
– Told you my playlist would perk up things around here. – Lisa laughed, washing spoons.
The door opened again bringing a fresh brezee, you looked and saw a bunch of guys coming in, all in their uniformes, your favorites – marines. Not because you were a fan of the army, but because they were mostly hot and good at tips. A rather young looking boy sat in front of you, fidleting with his fingers.
– Can I get you something? – You asked with a polite smile, he smiled back.
– Yeah, do you have…– he looked around the bar – coke?
– Of course, just that? – he nodeed as you handed him the can. Another guy appeared, taller and way more buffed than him, tapping his back.
– Hey sweetheart, can you get me five shots of tequila?
– Sure. – You hold back a smile at his strong accent. – What are you boys celebrating tonight?
– Graduation, finally out of that hell of camp. – He kept his gaze on you, wandering trough your face and lingering for a second on your shirt. He smirked, licking his lips.
You slid the glasses to him, your eyes locked with him and he smiled wider. His thumb lightly touching the back of your hand.
– Thanks.
– No problem. – he looked at you one last time before cathing the stray of cups. He stopped halfway and looked at the boy drinking coke.
– Cope, hand this over to Hicks. – he demanded, already giving the stray to the boy, who reluctant got up and walked away. Then he sat in his place and leaned in the counter. – What time you get out?
You laughed, incredolus.
– None of your bussines, sweetie. – He smiled at the nickname.
– Come on, it will be fun. I am a really good company.
– Oh, I bet.
His hands were holding the back of your neck, you could feel his hot breath in your face as he kissed slowly a path over your ear to your cheeks. Your hands sliding into his shirt, tracing his abs and exploring the tense muscles, his breath grew ragged and uneven as you explored closer to the waist of his pants. He gripped your chin, a low moan escaping his lips, his eyes scanning your expression, focusing in the mouth.
He could feel his heart racing, desire consuming your bodies like fire. You felt intoxicated by his fingers tracing the curve of your waist while his mouth devoured your lips with expertise and mastery. He made your mind go hazy and your eyes roll. You let your hands wander to his already hard member and caressed it calmly, almost torturing he, making him grunt. His mind wandered to all the positions he imagined you in, feeling your touch drive him to the brink of insanity.
After so long trapped in a camp full of annoying boys and nothing but his own hand to satisfy him, he knew he wouldn't last long with your touch and sweet scent, your soft skin, and the low moans you let out every time his tongue invaded your mouth so fiercely, like a desperate and hungry man.
He not only wanted you — he needed you. He lifted you off the wall and with a simple gesture, placed you on the bed. You breathed deeply as you watched him take off his shirt, revealing his defined chest and muscles. Your eyes drifted down to the waistband of his pants, anticipation churning within you. You noticed a trail of dark hair and moistened your lips, pulling him by the arms until he was almost lying on top of you. You captured his lips in a wet kiss, feeling his knee settle between your legs, giving you a slight sensation of satisfaction.
– You are going to kill me. – He murmured, breaking the kiss and removing your tank top, revealing a black bra. – How lucky I am.
His hands went to your breasts, massaging them slowly until his fingers reached your back and, with a swift movement, unbuttoned it. He smiled as he lowered himself and kissed them, giving them both the proper care. You moaned and bit a finger as you felt his rough, wet tongue on your nipple. With a 'pop' he took your breast out of his mouth and returned his attention to your jeans, and in the blink of an eye you were naked.
His eyes lingered on your face and he kissed you again, this time more calmly, almost carefully. His left hand slid down to the middle of your thighs and he gently pulled your lower lip with his mouth when he felt how wet you were. He smiled and, looking at you, placed a finger inside you and your body arched with the new sensation.
He was a big guy – and every part of his body followed suit, including his fingers. His gaze was penetrating, overflowing with lust; he was vulgar, murmuring in your ear the things he wanted to do, and how beautiful you would look with his cock in your mouth.
You turned your face away, feeling embarrassed. He inserted another finger, maintaining an agonizingly slow and delicious rhythm. He noticed you biting your lip to hold back and immediately cupped your cheek with his free hand, bringing your focus to him.
– Let me hear you. I want to hear everything you have to give me. I want to know how good I make you feel, sweetheart.
You closed your eyes and unconsciously moaned at his words, his rough tone and deep accent making your legs tremble. He released your face and held your thigh, keeping it open. His rhythm quickened, and you could swear the room was spinning, unable to focus your eyes on him or anything else. Your orgasm came quickly and devastating, he chuckled softly, noticing the sticky mess on his fingers. When you opened your eyes again, you saw him bringing his fingers to his mouth and wiping them, then leaning in and kissing you like a wild animal.
