#strwbrry writes

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At first glance, the abandoned mall was a bad place to play a game like this. However, it was the first time in months that there was no imminent danger for either of you.

“C’mon, darlin’... You can’t hide forever,” Dean taunted, his voice echoing around the empty walkways and storefronts. A giddiness took over you as you stayed put behind a staggered display counter. The sound of each approaching foot step sent butterflies to your stomach.

“But you know what’s gonna happen if I find you...” That was the thrilling part in all of this. What had started as a stupid What If had transpired to what it was now; leaving you playing hide and seek with Dean, with an added twist. For each time he found you, he could have his way with you.

The anticipation of hearing his footsteps gradually get closer had you squeezing your thighs together. You hadn’t hidden in a particularly hard to find spot, deliberately because the thrill of the game made you want to be caught.

With a shiver down your spine, you realised it had gone quiet. You took a deep breath in before a presence over your shoulder made you pause.

“Found you,” Dean stated with a smug grin. You shuffled around to face him, now kneeling on the slick tile floor. He stood up and forced you to look up at him, wide-eyed and giddy.

“What are you going to do?”

“Oh - oh no, sweetheart, it’s what you are gonna do,” he replied with a flick of his tongue across his bottom lip. You watched as he moved back towards a waist-high counter and steadied himself against it.

It wasn’t even like he needed to say anything, judging by the tent in his jeans already, you willingly shuffled across the floor to make yourself comfortable at his feet. With a cocky grin, he undid his belt and opened his jeans. You tried everything in your power to seem less needy than you were really feeling by taking a little more time, despite the fact that you couldn’t wait.

The low, drawn-out moan that came from the pit of his chest when you first put your mouth on him made your thighs clench. Despite wanting him, you decided to keep it slow and steady to begin with. Small, flat licks against the underside of his dick, moving up the shaft towards the head slowly.

“Goddamn, sweetheart -” he groaned and tipped his head back, another guttural moan had you whimpering around him in reply.

When he reached a hand out to cradle the back of your head, you knew he was now putty in your hands. The sounds you drew out of him were ones you tried to commit to memory, for those nights alone in seedy motels when Dean wasn’t there.

Using your hand to stroke what couldn’t fit in your mouth, you kept going, tears welled in your eyes as you did all that you could to pull his soul from his body. And moments later, you succeeded. His hips stuttered and for a moment, the air rushed out of his lungs, leaving him speechless.

“Holy shit...” Swallowing as much as you could with a Cheshire Cat grin, not looking away from his flushed, blissed-out face.

“How long do I have to hide?” Once Dean had caught his breath and done up his jeans and belt, he ran his tongue along his bottom lip again.

“Twenty seconds. Go.”

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“Gotcha.” And within a matter of seconds you were against the changing room mirror, jeans pushed down to your knees, underwear with them. The only warning you got from Dean was the jingle of his belt before he lined himself up and rocked forward. Your legs almost gave out from under you and the noise that came from your mouth almost didn’t sound like your voice.

“Fuck -” you whimpered as he rutted against you again and again.

“Ah-ah, look at the mirror, darlin’,” he instructed when he noticed your eyes screwed shut.

“Takin’ it so good for me, huh? Bein’ such a good girl,” Dean drawled in your ear, earning a moan in reply as he hit that one spot over and over.

“Dean - I... I’m -”

“What? What’s the matter darlin’?” he goaded, knowing full well that you were struggling to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence.

“M’gonna -” And there it was. Release hit you like a breath of fresh air, leaving you fluttering and clenching around his cock with your eyes screwed shut and your mouth agape.

“Fuck, darlin’... Was it that easy?” Dean slowed down so each deliberate, measured rock of his hips pushed your further into white-hot bliss.

“You - Make me feel good,” you gasped as he reached around you and felt for that familiar bundle of nerves between your aching folds. As though he could tell that your legs wouldn’t hold you up for much longer, he pulled you backwards so he could sit on the bench and keep you in his lap.

“As soon as I’m done with you... You’ve got twenty seconds to hide...” he warned between hot, chaste kisses to the back of your neck.

And when he did finally let you go, on aching, wobbly legs you took off through the abandoned mall once more, Dean’s voice echoed behind you, counting down.

“Ready or not! Here I come!” he called out as you practically skidded into an old furniture outlet, under the half-drawn shutters. With your head spinning and your stomach aflutter with butterflies, you hurried into a vintage-looking wardrobe unit.

“I know you’re in here...” he taunted, though it was muffled at first. You kept a shaking hand over your mouth to quiet your ragged breathing, listening for any sign that he was getting too close.

“C’mon, don’t be shy... Especially not after that little stunt in the dressing rooms back there.” Heat flooded everywhere as he continued to taunt and tease, no doubt whilst aimlessly wandering the aisles of forgotten and ageing furniture.

“If you’re good, I’ll bend you over this desk right here -” It took all your willpower not to moan at the thought.

“- Or maybe on this table? I figure you’d look real pretty all spread out on this nice, varnished wood...” His voice was close now, perhaps only a few feet away. You couldn’t shift your weight from foot to foot without risking the whole unit creaking, so you opted to keep as still as possible.

“Sweetheart?” Cramp in your little toe made you change the way you stood and the wardrobe gave you up in an instant. You hoped against hope that he hadn’t heard it, but the smartass knocked twice on the door.

“Shit!”

“Now, now, play the game. I never chalked you up to be a rule breaker.”

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Now that Summer was in full effect, there was no better way to spend your days off from school, than one of three ways; smoking, surfing and partying. Today was no different as you took another wave, the sun beating down on your back as you steadied your board against the swell.

“Go Y/N!” Kie cheered as she watched from a little further away. John B whooped and cheered along too as you kept your balance all the way along.

“That’s the surf princess right there!” JJ exclaimed and whistled as you finally reached the end of the curl and jumped off your board to celebrate.

Three days ago you’d treated yourself to a new two-piece, since your old one was looking a little past its best. In those three days since, JJ had not left you alone. Not that you were complaining, because who in their right mind would? But all the sudden attention from your new swimwear had definitely boosted your confidence and every interaction with JJ as a result, left you with butterflies.

Hours melted away on the water and as the sun got lower, the good waves became far and few between, with more wipeouts happening as it got darker.

“I’m beat - let’s call it a night,” you suggested as the day caught up with you and hunger started to make itself known instead.

When all of you had swam ashore and towel-dried off, everyone else was in agreement that pizza and weed back at the Chateau sounded like the perfect way to end the day.

The whole way back to the Chateau, JJ seemed glued to your hip. Sat in the back of the Twinkie, he had an arm around you the whole time. He squeezed you that little bit tighter every time you hit a pothole or speedbump. You liked it though. The hot skin-on-skin contact with the playful air between the two of you made it a pleasant drive back through the Cut.

Those ringed fingers you always loved to watch and observe, plucked at your bikini straps teasingly and you shot him a warning look.

“Behave yourself, Maybank.”

“Or what, hm? You’ll punish me?” he remarked in a low whisper against the shell of your ear to avoid being heard by the others. Although the volume of the radio and general chatter offered a bit of a buffer.

“If that’s what you want.” At your reply, he backed up slightly, a rosy tint to his cheeks and his eyes averted from your face. JJ remained quiet for the rest of the ride back to the Chateau.

Clean and comfy once you’d showered and changed, you went in search of JJ, wanting another joint to share with him. Hoodie pulled around you close as you padded through the Chateau, you stopped at the door to his room. Kie, John B and Pope were out on the porch already, making up songs with Kiara’s ukulele.

Behind the door to JJ’s room, muffled noises drew you in. As carefully as possible, you pressed your ear against the faded paintwork to listen in. Heavy breathing and strained moans made your stomach flip and heat crawled over your skin from top to bottom.

“- Fuck...” Your name followed the string of curses and your eyes widened in shock. Your hand reached out for the door handle, just hovering over it. You closed your eyes for a moment and indulged. It was wrong. It could ruin the friendship the two of you had built. But Goddamn if it wasn’t the hottest thing in the world to hear your best friend moan your name.

You hadn’t even realised that you’d opened the door and taken half a step inside until your eyes settled on the sight before you. JJ, half-propped up against the headboard with his legs stretched out, dick in his hand, the hem of his t-shirt between his teeth.

“Holy shit!” You froze and JJ stopped, an equally surprised look on his flushed face.

“JJ -”

“Oh, my God -”

“I’m sorry!”

“Shut the fucking door!” he pleaded through a mouthful of t-shirt and you were quick to oblige. And the silence that followed was deafening.

“So...”

“I was kinda - well, I was in the middle of something, Y/N,” JJ stated, though he made no attempt to cover his modesty, which only made it more difficult for you to listen to what he was saying.

“Yeah, I know... But - But I heard my name and thought -”

“Oh, right. And what? You wanted to see what all the fuss was about?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I heard you moan my name, Maybank. I’m not letting you forgot that,” you remarked back and that’s when he beckoned you over. You made sure to stop just shy of the bed, to keep some kind of distance between you. JJ caught you by the wrist and pulled you onto the bed, clearly thinking differently.

The warmth against your chest stirred you from your sleep, and when you pried your eyes open, a smile grew on your lips. Sylvie had taken your right breast in her mouth and was lathing her tongue across the warm, plump mound of flesh.

“Good mornin’ Mommy,” she greeted softly when she finally pulled away, leaving a shiny patch of skin behind.

“Morning sweetheart,” you coo back and she smiled, moving to reattach herself, but you stopped her with a gentle hand.

“Let me show you how it’s done, Bunny...” You guided Sylvie back so she lay amongst the messy sheets and strewn-about pillows. With a devious smirk, you lowered your mouth to her exposed chest, kissing around her pert nipple at a teasing pace, making her shift and moan slightly beneath you.

“Be patient,” you chided before pressing your tongue flat against her nipple, the sting of your tongue piercing against the sensitive flesh made her arch off the bed, though you made sure to rest your weight against her to keep her still.

“- Feels good...”

“Does it?”

“Yes...” Sylvie sighed as you played with and marked her skin for a while longer before trailing

“Mommy -” she whimpered, head thrown back against the pillow, her hands curled into the rumpled sheets.

“Tell me, baby, what do you want?” Playful nips and open-mouthed kisses continued down her stomach, over her hipbones with the intention of leaving a mark behind.

“Words,” you stated bluntly and briefly stopped what you were doing to make sure she heard you.

“- Mouth... I want your mouth, please -”

“Good girl,” you praised and went back to what you were doing. Thankfully, the night before had meant Sylvie had slept without underwear on and was free for the taking. Slowly and deliberately, you parted her thighs and took in the sight before you.

“Who’s got you this wet, huh, Bunny?”

“You, Mommy -” You cut her off with a hot, flat stripe up her cunt, dragging the barbell of your piercing through her folds. The whimper that left her made your stomach flutter.

“Hands to yourself, Bunny.” With a frustrated huff, Sylvie removed her hands from your hair and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets again. With each press and lick of your tongue against her clit, Sylvie unwound piece by piece. All you could pull from her were broken moans and cries that turned into whimpers.

If you had it your way, you’d spend every hour of the day between her thighs, devouring her like the last good meal on earth. Her thighs clenched around your head and kept you firmly in place as you pushed your index and middle finger into her, slowly and all the way to the last knuckle.

“Fuck!” she gasped, head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut.

“Now, now, Bunny...” When you continued with your ministrations, she was practically grinding against your fingers and face.

Your fingers curled - almost expertly - against that one spot inside her that made her toes curl and her thighs close even tighter around you. Every muscle in her legs twitched and quivered as you pushed her closer to release. The lewd noises of your mouth against her pussy and Sylvie’s moans filled your bedroom. It was a wonder that the neighbours hadn’t complained before.

“I - I’m gonna -” With a particularly harsh flick of your tongue against her clit, Sylvie came undone with a loud, drawn-out moan. You coaxed her through it with gentle licks and kisses, gaining more intensity as the first wave ebbed away and left Sylvie breathless and at your mercy.

“You want more?”

“Yes, please.” She keened at the absence of you between her legs as you got up to get the strap-on from the nightstand. Through hazy, half-lidded eyes, she watched as you connected the harness around your hips and thighs, unable to tear her lusty gaze away from the soft purple silicone that you now sported.

“What colour are you, Bunny?”

“Green,” she sighed in reply as she lay back against the mattress. After applying a liberal amount of lube and making sure nothing was at risk of being pinched in buckles or come loose, you returned to the bed.

“Are you ready?” Thighs parted, cunt exposed, Sylvie nodded, eyes not leaving yours as you got comfortable. No matter how many times you’d had Sylvie beneath you at the mercy of the strap on, the look on her face the first time you rock forward will always be priceless.

“You like that, baby?” Her breathing was shaky as you shifted your hips slightly. It surely was a sight to see and you’ve got countless pictures on your phone and in your shoebox under the bed to prove it.

“You gonna be good and take Mommy’s cock, hm?” you cooed, reaching over to stroke your thumb across her cheek. She whimpered, bottom lip between her teeth as you pulled back slightly, retracting just a couple of inches before pushing forward again.

“If you don’t talk to me, Bunny, I’ll stop,” you stated with a punctuated thrust into her full pussy, making her gasp in surprise at the sensation.

“Yes! Mommy, I’ll be good! I’ll take it!” That was all the confirmation you needed to set a fair rhythm. Something that was easy to be maintained but still made her cry and clench in reaction to each thrust.

You remained kneeling to begin with, getting a decent grip on her thighs to keep her in place. Blissed out and taking each thrust with an open-mouthed moan, Sylvie looked borderline Angelic. Then something caught your eye mid-thrust, prompting you to slow down.

Watching with full curiosity, you rocked forward and watched as her lower stomach reveal the vague print of the silicone cock you were filling her with.

“Holy shit...” As you regained your pace, you reached out and pressed your hand flat to the shifting bulge. The new kind of pressure brought a near-scream out of your petite blonde girlfriend.

“Fuck - Fuck! Do that again, Mommy,” she pleaded, tears shining in her eyes as you obliged and thrust a little harder.

Your other hand came down so your thumb could circle and brush against her clit. To say that Sylvie was now reduced to a babbling, tearful mess would be an understatement.

“You gonna cum for Mommy?”

“Yes! Yes please -” You pulled out for a moment and flipped her over. When you pushed back in, her pleas and cries were muffled by the pillows. She pushed back against your hips, desperate to be full and mindless.

“Since you asked so nicely...” With a hand curled into her hair and the other reaching underneath her to play with her aching clit, you returned to rocking in and out of her. Having a vocal girlfriend certainly had its perks.

“M’cum - M’gonna cum -” she sobbed into the pillow, overwhelmed by pleasure as it spilled into her limbs and up her spine.

“Cum for Mommy, be a good girl,” you prompted with a hot breath against the shell of her ear.

The lewd sound of the strap pushing in and out of her dripping cunt and the repeated sharp snap of your hips against hers pushed her closer and closer.

“Mommy... Mommy, I -” Her chanted mantra of your title was cut off by a loud, frankly pornographic moan mixed with uncontrollable sobs of pure bliss. And as you continued to thrust against her and revel in the pleas and whimpers that continued to rip from her throat, a small gush between the two of you made you slow to a stop.

“Holy shit, Bunny...” The backs of her thighs shone with the sudden release of fluids and it dripped down the now flush skin onto the sheets below. Some of it dripped off the base of the strap on, which was still firmly seated inside of her.

“Feels s’good,” she confessed, a fucked-out flush on her cheeks and neck as she nuzzled against the pillows beneath her face.

“You like being full of Mommy’s cock, Bunny?”