#panic smut

Your lips were pressed to Ryan's neck, kissing his delicate pulse, whimpers escaping his lips. He was so vocal, and that was something you loved about him.

You were backstage in the green room after a show, Ryan's hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, but somehow, his makeup was pristine. You planned to change that.

You unbutton his jeans and tug out his flushed cock, pink at the tip and begging to be stimulated. He whimpers again, hips stuttering as your hand wraps around his length. It's short, but thick, throbbing in your palm as you stroke it gently.

"Fuck," he whines, hips jerking into your hand. You tut at him, shaking your head.

"Be a good boy, Ry. You wanna cum, don't you?" You coo, licking a gentle stripe up his neck. His hips jerk again and he lets out a strangled groan, cock tortured and throbbing red in your hand.

"O-okay," he huffs, pinning his own hips to the green room couch. "I'll be good." You stroke him a bit faster, pulling up your skirt and flashing your patterned panties. Ryan shivers with pleasure, reaching out to touch, but you swat his hand away.

You kiss down his neck, to the collar of his rose vest. He let out a whimper as your tongue trailed the exposed skin of his neck and chest. His hips rolled up into your hand, and you let him have it. He was so breathy and desperate, hands gripping at the back of your shirt and your bicep, trying to pull you closer to his skin, even though you were already kissing it.

You lift your skirt again, swinging a leg over his lap and pulling your panties to the side. His jaw almost comes unhinged at the sight of you dripping for him, and aligning his cock with your entrance to sink down dangerously slowly.

"Oh, shit," he huffs as you sink to the hilt, clenching around him and letting out a low groan. "I-"

"Just let me use you, baby. Lay back and let me work my magic." You say, interrupting him and placing a finger on his lips to hush him. He nibbles his bottom lip in response, nodding and twitching inside of you as you begin to slowly roll your hips.

Ryan was in heaven. His eyes were nearly rolling back, his vision blurred from pleasure as he looked up at you. You began to bounce, torturing and deliberate, clenching around him when just his head was inside of you. He let out almost pained whimpers, gripping at your clothes.

It seemed Ryan's makeup was resistant to sweat, but somehow not resistant to tears. Blue and black streaked down his cheeks, bottom lip trembling as he cried from pleasure, babbling about how good it felt.

"Fuck, I, I can't, baby... I'm... oh god, just like that. Move your hips just like that."

He's gripping at your hips and your ass, thrusting up into you as you roll your hips. You let out a loud gasp, gripping at his vest, smashing your lips against his. He groans into your mouth, twitching inside of you again.

"Fuck, m'already close. God, I..." Ryan cries out, thrusting up into you and cumming inside of you, gripping at your hips as you roll them on his lap.

You lean back and take a good look at him - ruined, makeup smeared, and all yours. He cracks a slight smile, gripping your ass gently.

You tilted your chin up to look at him, shadows cutting across his sharp jaw. “Just thinking about how I should be too tired to move, but…” You let your hand trail down his chest, the ridges of his muscles sticky with heat, then lower, hovering just above the waistband of his sweats. His eyes flicked down, following the movement.

“But?” he prompted, already smirking.

“But you’re impossible to resist.”

His laugh was soft, low, and cocky all at once: so Ray. He shifted beneath you, rolling so that your back pressed to the sheets and he hovered over you, braced on his forearm. The look in his eyes was half hunger, half adoration, and it made your stomach flutter.

“Guess I’ll just have to wear you out then,” he teased, brushing his lips against yours. “See if you still feel like starting something after I’m through with you.”

You smiled into the kiss, fingers sliding into his damp hair, tugging lightly. “Is that a threat or a promise?” Ray groaned against your mouth, already pressing closer, already proving that he meant every word.

Ray kissed you hard, the kind of kiss that blurred into heat and teeth and need. His mouth was rough but steady, the sort of kiss that made you arch into him, chasing more before you even realized you were doing it. His hand slid under your tank top, calloused fingers dragging up your ribs before he tugged the fabric over your head and tossed it somewhere on the floor.

“God, look at you,” he muttered, half dazed, half cocky as he leaned back just far enough to take you in. His thumb brushed over your nipple, making you shiver. “Never gonna get over this. Over you.”

His praise lit you up, sent warmth rushing through your body that had nothing to do with the sticky heat of summer. You pulled him back down, biting his lower lip until he groaned, his hips rutting against you in a way that left no question of what he wanted.

The first round was fast. Desperate. Ray pressed you into the mattress, your legs hooked around his waist, his thrusts sharp and hungry. He kissed you through it, groaning when your nails dragged down his back, urging him harder, deeper. The fan whirred uselessly in the corner as sweat slicked your skin, every movement loud in the quiet room—the creak of the bed, the slap of his hips, the breathless way he whispered your name.

You came quickly, your body wound tight from hours of teasing touches before. Ray followed right after, burying himself deep with a broken groan, his forehead pressed to yours like he could fuse you together.

You thought that would be it; that he’d collapse and you’d both drift off. But Ray wasn’t finished.

Not even close.

Round two started with him rolling you onto your stomach, kissing down your spine as he lined himself up again. He pushed in slower this time, savoring the way you clenched around him, savoring your gasp into the pillow. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise as he pulled you back against him, setting a steady, relentless pace. You cried out, muffled, and he chuckled breathlessly.

“That’s it, take it for me. Doing so good.”

The second orgasm left your legs trembling, your voice broken. Ray followed not long after, collapsing against your back, his body heavy and hot. But even then, he didn’t stop.

The third time, he took it slower, softer; kissing your face, your neck, whispering how perfect you were while he rocked into you at a lazy rhythm. You held him close, nails scraping gently through his hair as he chased another release, his stamina surprising you.

By the time he came again, his body was shaking from exhaustion. He groaned into your neck, muttering something incoherent about how you were going to kill him, how he couldn’t get enough, how you ruined him in the best way. When he finally pulled back, his chest heaved with ragged breaths. His hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat, and he looked like the most beautiful mess you’d ever seen.

You kissed him slow, catching his bottom lip between your teeth, whispering, “Still think you can wear me out?”

Ray laughed, hoarse and breathless, collapsing onto the bed beside you. “Pretty sure I just wore myself out,” he admitted, though the way his arm immediately wrapped around your waist betrayed how unwilling he was to let go.

But you weren’t about to let him leave you empty, not yet.

Ray’s arm was still heavy across your waist when you shifted closer, kissing the damp skin of his shoulder. He hummed, half-asleep already, but his grip tightened instinctively like he wasn’t ready to let you go. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, the kind that came after you’d wrung him dry, after you’d pulled three orgasms out of him like he didn’t know when to quit.

You brushed his messy hair back from his forehead. “Hey,” you whispered, a little teasing. “You tapping out on me already?” His lips curved into a lazy smirk without even opening his eyes. “Don’t… don’t push your luck,” he muttered, voice rough, slurred with exhaustion. “You wore me the fuck out, baby.”

“Mm. Maybe I just like keeping you close.”

You slid your hand down his stomach, over the trail of sweat-slick hair, until your fingers brushed him where he was still softening. He hissed quietly at the touch, eyelids fluttering open as he looked at you. His eyes were hazy but warm, that cocky edge softened by something almost tender.

“You’re insane,” he said, though his hips tilted up slightly into your hand. “Don’t tell me you want more.”

“Not more,” you admitted, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Just… this.”

Guiding him back between your thighs, you eased yourself down onto him again, slow and deliberate. He groaned low in his chest as you took him, the sound half protest, half pleasure, like he couldn’t believe you were doing this but wasn’t about to stop you. His arms tightened around you when you settled fully, his cock stretching you open even though he was softening, the sensation so deep it made you shiver.

“Fuck,” he breathed, forehead pressing to yours. “You’re—god, you’re warm. You’re crazy, but…” His words trailed off into another groan as you clenched gently around him. “...you feel too good.”

You smiled against his mouth, brushing your lips over his as you whispered, “Just stay like this. Just stay inside me, mh?”

Ray let out a shaky laugh, the kind that carried more affection than humor. He shifted enough to get comfortable, wrapping his arm tighter around your waist until your body was plastered against his chest, his cock buried deep and still.

“Guess I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured, finally giving in. “You win.” You kissed his throat, feeling his pulse thrum under your lips. The intimacy of it all—the fullness, the closeness, the heat of his skin pressed to yours—made you melt. Ray sighed, the sound low and content, and within minutes, his breathing evened out.

He fell asleep inside you, still buried in your warmth, his body wrapped around yours like you were the only thing tethering him to the world. And for a while, you just stayed there; cockwarming him, feeling every slow heartbeat between you, unwilling to let the moment end. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep like that.

One minute you were tucked into Ray’s chest, his cock buried deep and heavy inside you, his arm an anchor across your waist and the next, you were blinking awake in the dark, the air heavier, quieter, the cicadas replaced by the deeper silence of the dead of night.

Ray was still out cold beneath you. His chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths, warm puffs of air ghosting across your hair. His grip had loosened just enough for you to shift without waking him, though his cock was still sheathed inside you, thick and warm and pulsing faintly even in sleep. The awareness of it made your stomach twist with a needy ache you hadn’t expected.

You should’ve left it at that. You should’ve let him rest, content with the closeness but the dull throb between your thighs made it impossible to stay still.

At first, it was small. Just a subtle roll of your hips, testing. The drag of his softened length against your walls still sparked something electric, even this slow. You bit your lip, suppressing a whimper, your hand fisting in the sheets as you rocked again, just to feel that stretch.

Ray groaned faintly in his sleep, shifting beneath you, but didn’t wake. Encouraged, you let your hips roll more steadily, a lazy grind that sent tingles up your spine. Each movement stoked the fire lower in your belly, your clit brushing against the soft curls at his base, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

You pressed your forehead to his chest, muffling the quiet moan that slipped out. God, it felt good—indulgent, selfish, the kind of pleasure that came from using him while he slept; a reminder of the talk you both had about somnophilia before and how it's something you both agreed to.

He was warm, filling, his cock dragging deliciously against sensitive walls with every roll of your hips. Your pace grew a little bolder, a little more needy, your body betraying how badly you wanted release. You circled your hips, ground down harder, the wetness between your thighs making it easier, slicker, filthier.

That’s when you heard it; a sharp inhale above you. “...Baby?”

Ray’s voice was hoarse, thick with sleep. You froze for half a second, but his cock twitched inside you, and you knew he was awake now. He shifted beneath you, his hand sliding down to your hip, holding you still for a moment before squeezing, guiding.

“You’re—fuck—” He laughed softly, breathless, still half-asleep but already turned on. “You’re using me in my sleep? That's what I woke up to?” You bit your lip, heat rushing to your face, but you didn’t stop moving; just ground down slowly, deliberately, meeting his lazy gaze in the dark. “Couldn’t help it,” you whispered, voice trembling with need. “You feel so good, Ray.”

His grip on your hip tightened, his smirk sleepy but full of praise. “Fuck, of course you couldn’t. My girl’s insatiable.”

He let you keep grinding, let you ride the half-hard stretch of him, his thumb stroking circles on your skin as if to encourage you. “Go on,” he murmured, voice rough but tender. “Use me, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Ray’s palm splayed across your hip, heavy and grounding, but he didn’t stop you. He let you roll, let you grind, his body waking up to the slow rhythm of your need. His cock was swelling again inside you, stretching you tighter with every lazy rock of your hips.

“Jesus,” he muttered, his voice low, rough with sleep. “You’re really fuckin’ doing this.” His thumb brushed up your side, coaxing, encouraging. “Waking me up like this, grinding on me like you own me.”

You hid your face in his neck, whining softly as you kept moving, the drag of his length sparking all through you. “I do own you,” you whispered, muffled against his skin. Ray laughed, breathless, his hand sliding lower to grab your ass and squeeze. “Yeah, you do. You got me, baby. You can do whatever the hell you want with me.”

The praise only made you wetter, made the glide easier as you lifted yourself slightly and sank back down, slow and deliberate. He groaned at the motion, his cock now fully hard again, filling you in a way that made your toes curl. “Fuck,” Ray whispered, tilting his head back against the pillow, his jaw tight. “You’re so good, so greedy for me even after hours. Can’t even let me sleep, huh?”

“Needed you,” you admitted, your voice shaky as you rolled your hips again, finding that perfect angle that made your clit grind against him. “Couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you.”

Ray’s eyes fluttered shut, but the way his hand guided your hips betrayed just how much he loved hearing it. “God, you’re perfect,” he groaned. “So fuckin’ perfect when you use me like this. My girl.”

You set a slow rhythm, rocking into him, drawing out every sound he gave you—low groans, half-laughs, muttered curses that melted into praise. Every thrust down stretched you, filled you, built the heat in your belly higher until you were biting back moans against his chest.

He kept his eyes on you when they finally opened, glassy with arousal but soft with something else, something tender. His thumb brushed over your hipbone as he whispered, “That’s it, take your time. Ride me slow, baby, make yourself come.”

And with his praise ringing in your ears, you ground down harder, chasing the edge with a hunger that made you shake.

The room was hushed except for the slick sound of your hips meeting his, the wet drag of his cock as you worked him slowly, deliberately. Each grind sent a pulse of pleasure through you, slow-burning but relentless, winding tighter and tighter.

Ray’s hands never left you: one gripping your hip to steady your rhythm, the other tracing lazy circles over your lower back. His eyes were half-lidded, his grin lazy and wrecked, but the words spilling from his mouth made your whole body flush hot. “God, look at you, taking me so good. So fucking greedy, baby. You like riding me half-asleep? Like using me like this?”

“Yes,” you gasped, the word breaking as you circled your hips, grinding down harder. “Needed you, Ray—needed to feel you.” He groaned, his head tipping back into the pillow, neck taut with strain as he fought not to lose it too soon. “Fuck, you’re perfect. You’re mine, all mine.”

Your nails dug into his chest as your rhythm faltered, pleasure clawing up your spine. He noticed immediately, his hand pressing your hips down harder, guiding you through it. “That’s it. Don’t stop, come on me, baby, come on my cock.” The combination of his praise, the stretch, the delicious drag against your walls pushed you over. You came with a broken cry, pussy clenching tight around him, your thighs trembling as your body shook with release.

Ray cursed low and filthy, his grip on you tightening as your spasms milked him. He thrusted up into you once, twice, then groaned deep in his chest as he spilled inside you, hot and thick, his body arching off the mattress.

The rhythm dissolved into stillness, your body collapsing against his as both of you caught your breath. His arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you tight against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside, twitching with aftershocks.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered against your hair, still panting. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.” You laughed weakly, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Worth it?”

He tilted your chin up, kissed you slow and messy, his lips tasting of sweat and exhaustion and pure affection. “Always worth it. You’re the best fucking thing that ever happened to me.”

You melted into him, your body still trembling but your heart so full it nearly hurt. His hands smoothed up and down your back, grounding you, his cock still softening inside you but neither of you making a move to separate.

Eventually, Ray shifted, pulling the sheets higher over both of you, wrapping you even closer. His voice was low, tender now, stripped of all cocky edges.

“Sleep, baby,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to your temple. “I’ve got you.”

And with him still filling you, his arms tight around you, you finally drifted off—sated, loved, and completely his.

You sat at the stool of the Dot’s diner, stirring your straw into your cup. Your face in your palm as small sighs escaped your lips. Dodge noticed, of course he did. His work has always been pretty dull and you coming here was interesting for him enough. You’re no news to him. He knows you. Not personally of course. Just some hallway talks around high school that says you’re a freak and a slut. Nothing he hasn’t heard for himself too before, except for the slut part.

You have some classes together, but it’s not like you guys actually acknowledge each other. I mean yeah he has been curious about you, the only other freak in Carp high (that he knows of, of course). He’s curious as to how she got that title, he’s sure that’s a sensitive topic though.

She looks so pitiful in her white sweater, her short pleated skirt and a ponytail that gives a great view of her neck. He swallows while filling up a costumer’s cup, almost spilling it because he’s so distracted by you.

When almost half an hour passes since she was here, still alone, still looking miserable, he decides to talk to her. He approaches the part of the counter where she’s sitting with the excuse to clean something. God he feels ridiculous. “You know your glass is empty right?”

Her gaze shoots up at him, her big eyes staring at him. Almost like she can’t believe that he sees her “Do you need a refill?” he asks gently. She shakes her head, her ponytail swinging “No it’s fine i was just leaving” but she doesn’t really move, she keeps looking back at the entrance, but no one’s coming in.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been stood up” he means to be joking but deep down he’s afraid that’s the truth. She huffs an embarrassed laugh, still playing with the straw, the ice cubes are all completely melted “It’s fine, probably another guy that loves to play pranks on the freak girl”

He bites his lip, guilty that his words struck a nerve “Sorry i didn’t actually think-“ he gets cut off “No it’s okay, you couldn’t have known” she looks up at him and tries to sound reassuring, but she’s really not. The time of closing is already approaching and he doesn’t want her to leave just yet.

“I’ll tell you what” he starts saying, her curiosity quirks up “If you hang around until every body else leaves, we could steal two slices of pies” her head tilts at the proposition. An amused smile tints her lips “What kind of pie?” she asks raising an eyebrow “Cherry”.

As people and personnel start to leave she helps Dodge clean up. He was alone today, the other waitresses were sick or something. At least that’s what he told her. He said it was okay because it was a slow day anyway “How can you do this every day?” she sits on the stool exhausted from wiping every table. It’s not like he asked to help, she wanted to. He was going to give her pie! She thought it was only fair. He shrugs “You get used to it” he closes the register. It’s so quiet in the diner, even the cooks went home.

He grabs two paper plates and places one slice of cherry pie each “Come here” he gestures for her to get behind the counter “Is this even allowed?” she asks reaching him “Not really, but no one’s here to tell me you can’t” he hands her the plate. She mouths a “thank you” and they sit on the floor, behind the counter. She takes a bite and closes her eyes leaning her back against the hard counter material “This is good even if it’s a day old” he chuckles “Our cooks are that good”

“Are you sponsoring the diner your work for right now?” she jokes, he takes a bite and with his mouth full he says “No i hate this place”. That makes her laugh and she brushes some crumbs off her shirt. He finds her laugh endearing, it’s almost music to his ears. They eat quietly until he asks “Why do you agree to go on dates with douchebags?”. She looks at him, placing her plate above her legs and gives him a shrug “They don’t seem like douchebags until they stand me up” he sighs, he doesn’t want to seem like he pities her, which he does. But he understands that could upset her “You should know he’s a douchebag if he brings you here for a first date”.

Their knees brush and neither of them move. His words are so sweet it almost makes her heart clench. Not many people are nice to her but he makes her feel somewhat seen, and that doesn’t happen to her often. She looks away to take a bite of the discarded pie on her lap, he keeps looking at her “It’s not so bad here” she brushes the crumbs off again, he looks at her slim fingers and how they move “It is for a first date” he comments.

“Yeah? Where would you take your date?” he blinks at that question, he thinks about it for a moment and then speaks “To the rodeo” she laughs shaking her head “You’d bring your date to the rodeo?” she can’t believe what he just said “Yeah what’s wrong with that?” he genuinely doesn’t understand why she’s making fun of him “I’d bring her to watch me ride of course, that’s how they fall in love with me” he explains in such a seriousness that her laugh grows “Okay cowboy”

“Whatever” he mutters and takes a bite of pie finishing it while she’s still giggly “So you bring them to the rodeo and they fall to your feet?” she’s teasing him now, his cheeks are a light shade of pink which she finds extremely cute. Making Dodge Mason actually blush is not something that happens every day and she can tell by how he places on hand on his cheek, he probably feels warm too. He clears his throat with a cough “Sometimes” he tries to take back the confidence he had before.

He hates being vulnerable in front of people. He usually has control and she’s making it falter a little bit. She nods at his answer “Would you bring me?” her voice is quiet and careful “To the rodeo?”. He leans his back against the counter, his long legs straight ahead of him, he tilts his head to her direction “Only if you don’t make fun of me”. Her lips curl into a smile and she shakes her head slightly “There’s nothing to make fun about. I bet you look real good doing what you like” her voice is soft like silk and it goes straight to his brain. He holds back a grunt and looks straight ahead of him,to the closed counter’s drawers, he notices that the wood is chipped. He swallows, his Adam apple bobbing up and down.

She takes his silence in, she doesn’t know how to explain it though. Did she say something wrong? When she’s about to open her mouth to speak he beats her to it “I’d take you to the stables after” he continues his little fantasy “I’d show you my horses and then i’d kiss you behind the barn”. Her breath hitches at his words. He keeps looking straight ahead of him so she stares at his perfect side profile. His defined jaw, his perfect nose.

“That sounds nice” she manages to say in a whisper. He turns his head so he can look at her. His regained confidence and composure are an attractive look on him. Now she’s the one looking like a mess. Her cheeks fully flushed, some hair sticking out from her ponytail, her thighs firmly squished together. He notices everything “Maybe,if you’d let me, i’d be with a hand between your legs after some begging from you” he pushes an escaped strand of hair behind her ear and a whimper comes out from her lips “I’d like that” she swallows looking straight at his eyes. His lips curl into a smirk “Of course you would” his fingers trail her jaw. His tone is cocky. He already has her wrapped around his finger.

“Dodge” she licks her lips and her gaze keeps flipping back from his eyes to his lips. He gets off from the effect he’s having on her “Sssh princess, i’ll give you what you want” his thumb brushes her bottom lip, he lingers it above her lips until she takes his thumb in her mouth and starts sucking it, twirling her tongue around it.“Goddamnit” he watches her with his eyebrows pinched together as she works on his thumb. The thought of these pretty plump lips around his cock makes it twitch inside his underwear. He takes his thumb out of her mouth and he kisses her. Hard and deep, his tongue sucking on hers without any mercy.She lets out a few moans just from that and he can only imagine how sensitive she’s going to be when he touches her.

“Will you suck my cock like you sucked on my thumb,pretty girl?” he asks when the pressure inside his boxers is unbearable. She nods and quickly unbuttons his jeans, he helps her push them down with a fast motion. The skin of his slit peeking from his blue boxers. She palms him through his underwear and he lets out shaky moans “Take it baby, it’s yours” he lifts his hips up to help her take off his underwear. When he’s bare in front of her she can’t help but to stare at him. The way it’s big and has enough girth. How it rests on his stomach, some pre-cum leaking from it.

She swallows one more time and finally wraps her hand around it, she gathers some spit to have some friction “Fuck that’s so hot” he thrusts his hips up. She lowers down to give some slow kitten licks to his tip, she tastes the saltiness of his pre-cum. He throws his head back in pleasure, the sounds he makes are so hot it makes her cunt clench around nothing. She tries to take him all until it hits the back of her throat, her eyes water and she gags a little but that doesn’t stop her. She bobs her mouth up and down fast, his big hand grips on her ponytail guiding her. His hips thrust up involuntarily, he wants to fuck her mouth but he can’t make out any words to tell her.

Her hand catches his balls and massages them, he thrusts up again, hitting the back of her throat “Sorry” he breathes out with a whine when he hears her gag. She hums around his length and the heat from his stomach travels down, chasing his release “Baby i’m gonna- shit” he comes in her mouth before he can say anything else. She swallows as much as she can. He doesn’t taste half bad, it’s strangely sweet and she doesn’t mind. She cleans him up some more and she sits up again “That was the best head i’ve ever gotten in my life” he kisses her tasting himself on her tongue. He moans into the kiss when she straddles him. His soft cock regaining his hardness.

He feels her damp panties grinding on his length, the skirt she was wearing doesn’t do any work as a barrier between them. He hisses at the feeling of her cunt pressing against him “I want you” she kisses his neck, planting some sloppy kisses “Grind against me a bit more sweetheart” his hands are firm on her hips, guiding her movements “Just like that, God you feel so good” she moans against his neck, every movement causes her clit to slide against his lower belly. She moves faster on him, gripping his shoulder tightly. Her reddened lips are parted and soft sounds come out of them “You want me inside you?” he bites her lobe “Yes, Dodge please i need you” she sounds desperate, she’s aware but she couldn’t care less right now.

He slides his hand down to play with her a little bit. He wants to feel how wet she is for him. He pushes her panties to the side and he slips a finger inside of her, twirling it “Ride it how you would ride my cock” those filthy words whispered to her and ear click immediately in her mind as she pushes herself against his finger desperately. The whimpers coming out from her mouth and the sound of her wet pussy is enough to make him grunt and leak again “So fucking hot for me” he bites down his lip a he watches her ride his finger hopelessly. When he takes his finger out of her she makes a complaining sound feeling so empty. Her pussy clenching around nothing once again.

He kisses his cheek “You’re ready baby, ride me” he keeps her panties pushed to the side as she prepares to slide his cock inside of her. She sinks in slowly, adjusting to the stretch. She keeps holding tightly on his shoulder. Both of their lips are parted, shaky breaths coming out of hers, moans coming out of his. “You’re doing a great job sweetheart” he kisses his temple “You’re so tight for my cock” she can’t help but whimper at his words. When she pushes it all inside she sits on it, taking a moment to adjust to the stretch “You okay?” he wants to make sure she’s not in pain, he puts the same strand of hair from before behind her ear.

“Yeah sorry you’re just a bit bigger than i thought” her face is fully flushed, he laughs cocky “Don’t flatter yourself too much” she adds but he keeps chuckling in response. He lifts her skirt to watch where their body meet and he lets out a small sigh. Her pussy is red and swollen. “You ready to move?” he asks looking back up at her “I think so” she circles her hips around him and that causes a moan from both of them. His hands are steady on her hips, his thumb stroking her sides.

She starts going up and down, letting his length feel all of her at once. He groans lifting her skirt again to see “Fuck” he whines. She begins riding his dick at a faster pace. Hips slamming against his. He takes her white sweater off to see her breasts. Her lacy pink bra has a bow in the middle. When he unclasps it he almost growl at the sight of her bare perfect tits in front of him.He latches his tongue around her nipples. It makes her ride him faster and hold on his hair. He moans around her nipples “Fuck, Dodge keep doing that” her eyes squeeze and her tone is pleading.

He gives some attention to the other nipple, twirling and sucking his tongue around it. Her pussy squeezes his cock while she rides him sloppily feeling so close to her release. His cockhead hitting that sweet spot repitedly “You’re close baby? You’re gonna come squeezing my cock so tight?” his voice in her ear makes her release reach her faster milking his cock until she’s left breathless “Fuck sweetheart you’re so perfect,you did so well” his own breath his shaky now, he keeps thrusting up into you as you try to catch your breath laying your head on his shoulder.

dodge mason threw a lasso around a bull’s neck and your thighs clenched instinctively. you couldn’t pinpoint when this fascination had begun, whether it was before or after you started dating him, but you’d never had the courage to actually tell him of your fantasy until tonight. 

country music blared from the speakers of his beat up truck and your hand hung out the passenger window, catching the wind as the sun set. dodge was humming along as he drove, in a good mood after putting in a good performance at the rodeo, and catching sight of you in the crowd. 

so, it was no surprise to either of you that the minute you made it back to his place, he was dragging you into his bedroom. 

‘i’m so proud of you.’ you murmur as you capture his lips in a feverish kiss, before pressing feather light kisses to his jawline.

‘how proud?’ he purrs back, as he pulls his shirt off with ease, dark hair tousled.  

‘this proud.’ you whisper back, hands deftly finding the zipper on his jeans and unzipping, feeling his semi against the thin fabric of his boxers. 

‘oh i see.’ dodge grins, palming your ass, ‘subtle baby, real subtle.’ 

you shoot him a taunting look, ‘speak for yourself.’ 

his grin widens, ‘oh you’ve done it now sweetheart.’ he teases and within seconds, his strong arms are lifting you and tossing you onto the bed, discarding his jeans. 

you’re in fits of giggles as dodge clambers on top of you, his perfect face just inches above your own. he leans in and playfully starts to gnash his teeth, pretending to bite at your neck and collarbone and you’re practically squealing with delight. meanwhile, one of his cold hands is sliding under your shirt, splaying across your stomach and you flush. 

‘dodge!’ you squeal as his fingers start to tickle you, causing you to kick out at him reflexively and he winces when you make contact. 

‘stop wriggling!’ he grunts teasingly, firm hand grasping one of your thighs. ‘or i’m gonna have to hold you down somehow.’ he continued jokingly.

‘tie me up.’ you breathe, trying to keep the comment casual but there's an honest edge to it that causes  dodge to freeze. 

‘what?’ comes his bewildered reply, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. 

‘i- not like that- it slipped out-’  you stutter. scrambling for an excuse but it's too late, you've said it now. 

‘you want me to tie you up?’ dodge's stern voice repeated your own words back to you and despite there being no sexuality in his tone, your stomach still flips. 

‘...yes.’ you say sheepishly, averting your eyes. 

the moment of silence that fills the room feels endless before dodge finally speaks, ‘how?’ he queries. and its almost laughable how blunt it is. 

‘with your lariat…’ you answer, voice barely above a whisper with how awkward you feel. 

he looks taken aback for a second, but obliges, reaching across to his dresser where the rope lies.

‘tell me if it's too tight, okay baby?’ he murmurs gently, as he deftly ties your wrists to his headboard.

‘i'm good.’ you reply reassuringly, straining at the knots just to test. 

satisfied, he leans back, the semi trapped in his boxers rubbing against your crotch. 

‘fuck…’ he mutters, looking you up and down ravenously, but always returning to your bound wrists. 

you bite your lip, ‘well?’ you squeak. 

‘you're an absolute picture sweetheart.’ he drawls and you stifle a stupid cheer. 

with absolute care, dodge pulls down your skirt, then your thong and tosses them across his room. he pushes your shirt up to reveal your stomach and starts to press reverential kisses there, trailing lower and lower till he reaches your mound. 

his eyes flit up to admire your wanton expression as his lips dip lower again, nose inches away from your clit. without breaking eye contact, dodge’s tongue licks a long stripe up your pussy and you gasp, bucking your hips in response. 

smirk widening, dodge continues, licking another slow stripe up your cunt lips before opting for short quick ones. you’re straining against the ropes for real this time, hardly able to catch your breath at his ministrations. 

‘so pretty…’ his voice vibrates against your pussy and you throw your head back in delight. 

he presses a kiss to your clit before his tongue penetrates your hole. ‘ohhh shit- shit-’ you moan, hands balling into fists. 

dodge can barely hold back a laugh as he continues to lick at your insides, calloused hands digging into your thighs as an anchor. his tongue starts to prod at that spongy spot inside of you and you almost levitate off the bed. 

‘nghhh- dodge!’ you shriek, panting. his dark eyes find your wild ones, expression clear, do you want me to stop?, more a teasing question than a serious one and you’re frantically shaking your head no. 

slowing, dodge’s eating becomes more obsessive, as if he’s savouring every taste he can get. everytime his nose brushes your clit, your eyes squeeze shut and you yelp with pleasure. his tongue is really tasting every inch of your pussy, face firmly buried between your thighs. 

it doesn’t take long for your thighs to start shaking, but dodge only digs his nails in deeper, keeping you there.

‘please-please dodge- i’m so- ah’ you whimper, flushed red and near thrashing at the bonds. 

if he heard your pleas, he didn’t answer them. he returned to his fast pace, repeatedly hitting your g-spot till you’re convulsing as you moan his name. dodge smirked as he pulled his face away and you nearly screamed, you were so close.

his eyes roved over you, clearly enjoying seeing you so worked up. deftly, he flicked his finger against your swollen bud and uttered, ‘cum.’ 

and cum you did, the only thing louder than your garbled moans was the creaking of the bed as your back arched, thighs shaking and every muscle in your arm screaming as you fought against the bondage. dodge’s eyes lit up as he watched you, the only thing grounding you was his hand softly stroking your knee. as you came down from your high, his smirk grew again. 

‘think you can give me another?’ he said calmly and you gawped at him. 

‘dodge- i-’ you protest, still trying to catch your breath. 

‘i know you can sweetheart.’ he continued, though his expression was nonchalant, you could see the begging in his eyes, he was still hungry. ‘and it’s not you like you can go anywhere hm?’ he teased, tapping the rope rhythmically. 

you shot him a warning look before sighing, ‘i can.’ 

‘that’s my girl.’ he grinned and he dove his face back into your cunt, lapping at your juices and sucking hard. 

still sensitive, you were writhing again in seconds as he sucked your swollen lips, making sure to get every last drop of your cum. 

‘stay…’ he’d purr between licks, every time you squirmed too much, overstimulated.

it didn’t take long for your second orgasm to start to crest and you started to buck your hips in a jerky manner. you’d long since lost sense of your constant moans, most of them incoherent. dodge pulled away again and your addled brain thought he was going to pull the same trick again. 

however, all he did was lick a final long stripe up your swollen pussy and then, he nipped your clit. you were so surprised and sensitive that you orgasmed on the spot, no warning. juices sprayed out of you, soaking the sheets. your eyes squeezed shut and you thought you were seeing the pearly gates of heaven for a moment. 

‘oh! oh- ah!- dodgemmph-’ your moans were jumbled and high pitched, whole body writhing with the intensity of the squirt. 

the orgasm seemed to last forever, you were so dazed as you came down from the high, still twitching with aftershocks as dodge collected what little wetness was still on your cunt, most coating his sheets, and licked his fingers clean. 

‘you’re incredible.’ he whispered, in pure awe, as he deftly untied your wrists, running his thumb over any soreness there. 

you smile, still a little delirious, ‘you’d do it again?...with the rope?’ you murmur, hope evident in your tone. 

it started with a text. 

i need a checkup…

dodge almost dropped the glass of coke he was pouring when his phone flashed with the message. you were cruel, texting him when he still had hours left of his shift, now he had to hide the tent in his trousers at the mere thought while you lounged around.

definitely breaking the speed limit on more than one occasion, dodge made it to your house in one, horny piece. after furious knocking, you opened the door and looked him up and down, panting like a dog and sweat clinging to his work clothes. 

‘parents?’ dodge queries automatically.

‘not home.’ you shake your head. 

‘good.’

within seconds, dodge's large palms are grasping your face, pulling you into a hungry kiss. as the kiss deepens, you both make your way to your bedroom, stopping to make out every few steps. 

‘i got your text.’ he breathes between kisses, pushing you up against your wall, posters slipping. 

‘well i’d hope so.’ you smirk as you lick at the inside of his mouth, cool hands sliding up his shirt and feeling his muscled stomach. 

‘don’t be a smartass.’ he growled, pressing his forehead against yours, ‘you left me aching for hours.’ 

‘so does this mean i have an appointment with dr. mason or not?’ you taunted, batting your eyelashes exaggeratedly, thighs pressed together. 

at that name, dodge’s face shifts, hardens almost. ‘yes, you do.’ 

delighted your game worked, you peel off your clothes and lay on your bed in position, legs spread so he can get a full view. dodge pushes back his mop of dark curls in an attempt to look more formal before pulling out his cowboy leather gloves and sliding them onto his hands, making sure you can see the way his fingers flex and your head clouds with want. 

‘so this checkup…’ dodge muses as he walks around your room, and your face drops, desperately wanting him to hurry up. 

‘mmhmmm’ you grind against the bed unsubtly and dodge fixes you with a stern glare, ‘i’ve been having a lot of uh…pain…down there…’ you say unconvincingly, an attempt at flirtation. 

his expression lights up at this, walking towards you and parking himself between your open legs. ‘let’s have a look then shall we…’ he hummed. 

gloved fingers finding your folds and spreading them apart, ‘well lubricated already i see.’ he teases, sliding his index finger up your soaking slit to he reaches the sensitive bud just nestled above and you buck your hips, gasping for air. 

‘now this clit is looking a little swollen.’ dodge mock pouts, circling it and you moan high-pitched and hungry. he continues to play with the button, pinching and rolling it whilst you wriggle desperately, overstimulated. ‘ngh- please doctor-’ 

he eyes your expression, trying to decipher whether to keep teasing you like this but he sighs, ‘very well, patient is always right. would you like me to perform the internal examination?’ and you nod vigorously, eyes hazy with desire. 

‘yes doctor- pleasemmmph-’ you whimper as dodge slides one gloved finger inside, the leather feeling soft yet rough against your gummy walls. 

‘arousal prevents you from being overly tight, so that’s not the issue.’ he states casually, almost immediately adding a second finger and you inhale shakily as your hole stretches to accommodate. 

his other gloved hand pushes your legs further apart and his fingers feel deeper inside you, opening you up for him. ‘see how when we press here.’ his fingertips find your g-spot and you convulse, ‘ah- fuck-’. 

‘yes?’ he taunts, pressing that spot again and you let out a guttural moan. he hates when you swear in this roleplay, claiming it’s inappropriate. 

so, he “punishes” you by bringing his thumb back to your clit whilst plunging two fingers deep inside you, sending your pleasure into overdrive. 

your thighs are starting to shake but he doesn’t let up, continuing to narrate calmly, ‘i can you feel you clenching, what are you afraid of?’.

‘nghnothing- doctor- just-’ your forewarnings are cut off by his gloved fingers curving to hit you g-spot again, that combined with his thumb teasing your swollen nub causes your orgasm to start to crack. it’s a slow build, as he continues to relentlessly toy with your pussy, more and more juices seeping from your hole and onto his leather gloves. your moans increase in both speed and pitch, most of which incoherent, as each wave crashes over you. your limbs are flailing as you buck all over the bed. 

as you come down from your frenzied high, you realise his hand is still inside you. with care, dodge pulls his fingers out of your leaking pussy, marvelling at the continued secretion of your cum. ‘feel better?’ he smirks devilishly, proud it still worked.