Theo Raeken.

As you probably noticed, I’ve been really inactive. I’m just not getting inspiration to write anymore, there isn’t something that I do to get inspiration, like listening to music, watching some Teen Wolf episodes or small videos, I just can’t seem to find the words anymore. But at some point this was going to happen because, well, Teen Wolf ended and there’s nothing new to work with at all.

I do still and always will love Teen Wolf, but I’ve been thinking and I’m still going to write, but on another blog here on Tumblr and another fandom. No, I’m not deleting this blog or my works, I only made another side-blog and I really believe that I will still post works on this one again, but just once in a while if I ever feel inspiration for this again.

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader.

Warnings: Hurtful stuff said.

Requested?: Yep. Anonymous said:

Can you do a request with Liam and the reader is also a werewolf and she as anger issues. Her and Liam don't really "like" each other but the both have a crush on each other. To hide his feelings he's mean to her. One day he says something really messed up and she attacks him. She ends up crying and going home and then Liam feels bad and goes and comforts her. You can make is a smut if you want but I don't really care.

(Also Summary.)

Author: Ellie.

Masterlist.

“Nobody’s P. O. V.”

You roll your eyes again at another stupid question that Liam made. He can be really stupid or out of place time to time. Like when Scott was encouraging him to go to School even when people saw him shift the night before and was using Clark Kent as an example, only for Liam to ask if Scott wanted him to wear glasses.

That wasn’t the only problem with him, he also always seemed to hate you while with other people, he was just his normal self, even after having some fights with him while you never did anything to get him to hate you. The first day you met, you said a simple hi while he just stares at you for a few seconds before walking away, saying that he had to get to class without even looking at you anymore. And the next time you saw each other...

He just kept on saying that they didn’t need you, that you were useless and that they didn’t need anybody else in the Pack. It wasn’t easy at all, especially because Scott being in College and you in High School, he had to leave you with Liam and couldn’t visit often, only on vacation, which is now, you’re all at his house.

It wasn’t an ideal situation for a Beta with anger issues to be without her bitten Alpha, even if he’s an asshole. “Liam, how’s Y/N been doing?” Scott asks, knowing that you have some trouble accepting and admitting your mistakes. “Worst than me.” Liam answers with an eye roll. “Not all of us have a mantra that works with you.” You say with bitterness.

“Have you tried finding an Anchor?” Scott says, interrupting Liam before he can even talk back. “I don’t have one.” You say. “Maybe because you don’t even have a family.” Liam says. The night you were bitten by your Alpha, it wasn’t even intentionally, it was an accident that happened when he killed your family and then just left, thinking that you were dead.

He had left you badly wounded, but the scratches were deep enough to turn you into a Werewolf. “Your father died too, you should know how it feels like.” You say in an angered tone, your claws already starting to come out and pierce in the armrest of the couch. It was pretty dumb that Malia and Stiles had left you on the side of the couch that’s closer to Liam.

“At least I still have some kind of dad.” Liam says as if it’s not that much of a big deal, and then before anybody can even tell Liam to keep his words to himself, you’re already on your feet and landing a hard slap on his cheek, your claws cutting deep wounds. “Y/N!” Scott says and him and Malia instantly pull you back to a safer distance from Liam who had fallen to the floor at how hard you slapped him.

While Liam grunts and squeezes his eyes shut at the pain and keeps a hand on the side of his cheek, you stop struggling against Scott and Malia, pushing their hands away from you and angrily walking out of the house. Scott lets out a small sigh and decides to let you cool down for a bit as he looks over at Liam to make sure he doesn’t get up to walk back to you, probably to pick a fight.

“You sure you don’t have some kind of fetish in picking kids who have anger issues?” Stiles asks. Liam sits up and leans back on the couch still holding his cheek as he then hears a sound. He focuses his hearing and notices that the sound is a small sob followed by others. You’re crying. Liam didn’t mean what he said.

He didn’t mean to make you cry. He thought you’d do the usual, which is yelling at him, and yeah probably get physical like you just did, but he didn’t expect at all that you would cry. But he should have, after all, like you said, he knows how bad it feels like to lose a family member. He was younger when it happened, you were older, but you lost both your parents and know nothing about other kinds of family members.

Liam doesn’t even actually hate you, he just didn’t think that you’d see him the kind of way he sees you, as an Anchor. And you said it yourself, you don’t have one.

You hear a knock on your door and stand up to walk towards it after some hesitation, supposing that it’s Scott. You just really need a hug right now. You open the door and instantly stop with your sniffles and look away with an annoyed sigh, seeing that it’s Liam. You wipe your tears away and look at him with a somewhat angered look.

“What do you want?” You ask, wanting to be able to face him and not letting him see you cry. “I-… I’m sorry.” He says, expecting you to say something, anything, stand there frozen in your place, but you just start closing the door instead. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.” He quickly says and pushes the door open again, but still staying outside.

“What?” You harshly ask. “Really, I’m sorry.” He says. “I don’t care.” You say. “Please. I know I deserve you accepting my apology, but at least let me try. Tell me what to do, what to say-“ “Why do you hate me so much?” You instantly ask when he proposes to let you tell him what to say, or answer in this case. “I- I don’t hate you.” He says.

“Yeah, and I have a family.” You sarcastically say, shoving in his face how he shoved in yours the fact that you don’t have a family. “You do, we’re your family.” He says. “ ‘We’? If Scott and the others are my family, you’re certainly not a part of it.” You say, your nails growing out in claws again and scratching the door at how he dared to call himself a part of your family.

“You’re right, I don’t want to be your family, I want to-“ He says but cuts himself before he finishes his sentence, looking away with red cheeks, or cheek, considering that the direction where he looked away gave you a better view to the cheek where you slapped him. He has the form of your hand marked with red and still has the claw marks that have dried and stiffened blood that keeps you from seeing his flesh...

Making you wonder why he hasn’t healed, but instead of asking him about, you ask something else. “You want to what?” You ask. “I… I” He nervously says, a small light whine leaving him, letting you see a bit of his real personality. His nervousness and self consciousness. You roll your eyes and start closing the door, quickly making him panic and yell out what he tried to say.

“I like you!” He says, the door having a small gap in between it and the frame, the door no longer letting him see you. You open the door and see his cheeks getting redder, a shaky breath leaving him before he swallows thickly, your hands no longer having claws. “You’re joking, right?” You ask, not believing that a guy who’s always been an asshole to you likes you, and not wanting to let your hopes get high.

You’ve had a crush on him ever since you saw him, in your defense, who wouldn’t? He has bright blue eyes, cute adorable smile along with lips, perfect white teeth, well, not perfect, but you’ve always thought that the light gap between his ‘bunny’ teeth was cute. But sense all he was to you was mean, you didn’t even try to be more than friends with him, not that you were ever even friends, and just acted to him the same way he did to you.

“No, I’m not joking. I really like you.” He says. “Prove it.” You say with an emotionless expression on your face. Liam would kiss you, but he doesn’t know if you’d respond or even restrain yourself from slapping him again. And besides, anybody can kiss. “Do… do you know why I haven’t healed?” He asks. “No, and I don’t care.” You say, but he hears your heart skip at the last fact, making him have to bite back a smile at the probability of you actually caring about him.

“We can’t heal when we feel guilty.” He says. “Did Scott make you feel that way?” You ask with a tone of sarcasm, doubting that he feels guilty because of you. “No, I feel like this because you’re right, I know how it feels like losing somebody from your family. It feels horrible. You lost all your family. And I shouldn’t have picked on you because of that.” He says. “… I still don’t know why you hate me.” You say, somewhat shyly looking down.

“I don’t hate you.” He says. “Then why do you act like it?” You ask, looking up at him again. “Because I just… I knew you’d never like me because why would somebody like you even look at me? I’m even surprised you don’t have a boyfriend. I just… I think I got frustrated about it and… I just wanted to forget what I felt sooner because it’d hurt more when I saw you with a guy.” He says, looking down with a sad expression on his face.

You take a step closer him, leaving the door and making him look back up to you when you gently place a hand on his injured cheek. Your thumb traces the claw marks on his cheek, soothing a bit the pain and looking at the wounds while he looks at you like always. He’s always looked at you from afar, when you didn’t know he was doing so, and liked to forget for a moment that he was trying to erase his feelings for you.

Liam brings a hand up to your face too and rests it on your cheek like you to him, his thumb caressing your skin as well, seeing you know looking at his eyes and noticing your breath getting caught in your throat and making you freeze, your actions stopping. His thumb goes to your bottom lip and traces it slowly before speaking.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks and a small breath leaves you, now making you feel nervous. You slowly nod and see him lean in before his lips softly press against yours with his eyes closed, your eyes soon closing too and kissing back. Your arms go around his neck while his hands go to your waist, pulling you even closer while his question on how your lips would feel against his, finally gets answered.

Pairing: Dom! Theo Raeken x Sub! Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Smut/Sex, fingering, teasing, truck sex and sort of mature themes in public.

Requested?: Yep. Anonymous said:

More Theo wet dreams smut please

Summary: Theo stays late at School in the library where he has a pleasant dream that later turns into something more.

Author: Ellie.

Masterlist.

“Nobody’s P. O. V.”

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You let out another moan as Theo keeps on licking your soaked sex, having his tongue buried inside of you while you try to keep yourself on your feet, the water of the shower falling on your back now being cold. He snakes his arms in between your thighs and around your lower back, pushing you further into his face until he has to throw his head back and you’re practically sitting on his face as he moans loudly.

You let out another whine and your legs start shaking, your breath becoming heaving and temperature increasing at a tightness in your stomach ready to release. His hand gives your ass a small squeeze before his hands go to your hips again, letting his face be completely buried in your pussy and ass, another moan leaving him at the feeling. “I’m… I’m…” You start saying, wanting to warm him about your orgasm, but just then…

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Theo’s head falls on the table and he quickly sits straight, looking around and seeing that Stiles is standing right next to him and holding a book. Theo had fallen asleep at the library with his elbow rested on the book that Stiles is holding and had his head rested on his hand. “Can you tell me why the hell you’re moaning and humping the air?” Stiles asks while Theo tries to register what happened.” W- What?” Theo asks. It was all just a dream.

Nothing was real. But at least, thankfully, him and Stiles are the only ones in the library due to how late it is. “Yes, you were practically humping the- you know what? I don’t even wanna know. I need to go and wash my eyes with bleach now.” Stiles says, giving Theo his book and walking away, wondering why he even cared enough for him to walk up the stairs and see what was going on.

Theo keeps on looking around while just simply leaning back against a wall. It’s been about two hours since he left School. He had gone straight to his house, got rid of his boner and put on some nicer clothes to go to Sinema, thinking that the wet dream was just because he hasn’t hooked up with anybody in a while, but all the girls around… he just doesn’t like them enough, and he doesn’t know why.

At least not clearly, because deep down, he knows that he doesn’t like them because they’re not you. He had already been hit on by a few girls, but he just shrugs them off, not being interested enough. He lets out a frustrated sigh and is about to leave due to not wanting to spend any more time there doing nothing, but right when he takes a step, he sees you walking to the counter of the bar, sitting on a stool and waiting for the bartender.

Theo, being his cocky self, knows that it wouldn’t be hard to hookup with you, so he starts walking towards you. As soon as he gets to you, the Bartender’s leaving to make your drink while you wait, having your forearms pressed together and rested on the counter, your position making your boobs more visible.

“Never thought I’d see you here.” He says, resting his arms on the counter like yours while he looks at you, his comment making you look back at him. “I usually come later.” You say. “So I guess you do come here often.” He says with a small smirk, making you let out a small breathy laugh at the classic ‘Come Here Often?’ question at a bar.

“What do you come here to do anyways? I didn’t peg you for the girl that’s into clubs.” He says. “I didn’t peg you for the guy that struggles with picking up a girl.” You say, easily guessing that he’s in a club just to… have fun… in the dirty kind of way. “Just waiting for the right girl.” He says with the same cocky smirk. “Did you find her?” You ask, having a smirk similar to his and just wanting to tease him.

Moments before, back when he worked with The Dread Doctors, killed Scott, left Malia with The Desert Wolf to kill in between other stuff he’s done, you wouldn’t have flirted back, you probably even would’ve left as soon as you saw him, but now that things are different, you wouldn’t mind hooking up with him. Besides, who wouldn’t want to? Perfect smile, lips, hair… body.

“Just a few seconds ago, I hope she thinks she found the right one too.” He says. Your smirk disappears for a moment, noticing what and how he said it, it’s like he didn’t just want to hookup, and it worried you that he might want something more. But the way he’s flirting and hasn’t really mentioned anything close to a serious relationship.

So you just hope for the best that it’s just sex and continue. “I think she found the perfect guy. You wanna dance?” You say, wanting to dance with him first to tease him some more instead of going straight to screwing. He offers you his hand as an answer and you take it, standing up, letting him lead the way just when the Bartender returns with your drink.

Once you make it to the pile of dancing people, Theo wastes no time in pulling you close to him so his front is pressed against your back, his arms going around your hips and letting you move them in synchronization with the rhythm of the song. Sexual tension instantly starts forming between you while he doesn’t take long to move your hair to the side and start trailing kisses on your neck, already wanting nothing more than being buried deep inside of you.

You keep on moving your hips with the song, pressing your ass against his already hardening but still clothed member, making you glance back and see the tent formed in his pants. You smirk at the fact of how quickly he got hard and let out a small sigh when his lips find your soft spot, your head falling back onto his shoulder to give him more access while you feel your panties quickly starting to get soaked.

His lips remain in the same place, kissing, licking and biting at your soft spot while one of his hands trail a bit lower, his fingers reaching your ass and giving it a small squeeze. His hips soon start grinding back against you as he pulls you even closer, grinding your own hips against him and taking complete control of your movements.

You move your head in his direction to face him and he places a few last kisses on your shoulder before his lips finally meet yours, kissing you hungrily and entering your mouth with his tongue without permission, but being satisfied when he hears a muffled moan come out of you. His tongue swipes against yours while an arm wraps over your lower stomach, his hand resting on your hip as the other one reaches downwards and roughly grabs a handful of your ass.

He trails his hand lower and it slowly starts to slip under your dress, meeting your bare thighs and not caring that you’re somewhere public. Your eyes widen and you instantly pull away from the kiss and push his hand out of your dress, not feeling like going that far in front of people. “I think we should go somewhere else.” You say, your voice being slightly shaky at the embarrassment of him being careless enough to touch you under your dress in front of people.

His arms detach from you only to direct you to the exit that leads directly to the parking lot where he has his truck, one of his hands going to your ass and never leaving. Once you get to his truck, he opens the door for you and gets in after you do, closing the door and leaning over you with his hands keeping him above you as he restarts the kiss.

One of his hands don’t take long to find its way under your dress again, now being able to feel and touch more, especially due to him quickly pulling your panties off. “You’re a little impatient.” You say with a light chuckle while he kisses your neck. “You have no idea.” He says against your skin, his lips now reaching your boobs.

You let out a small moan as he bites and sucks roughly on them, leaving many marks while his fingers start teasing your folds, feeling how soaked they are. His thumb finds your clit and starts rubbing, softly at first to test how sensitive it is before adding more pressure, which doesn’t take long. Another finger joins his thumb and teases your entrance, only lightly pushing in while he continues his movements on your clit.

After a few agonizing seconds, he finally enters you, but with two fingers, using his middle and ring fingers to make it easier for him to do so while rubbing your clit. His kisses start trailing back upwards and stop at your lips to press his own against yours again, all the while moving his fingers in and out of you with his thumb staying at your clit. His tongue enters your mouth like previously and finds yours...

Instantly making you give in to the kiss and let him dominate your tongue. You reach your hands up to the upper part of his arms, squeezing and holding onto them tightly with a moan. Both of you groan and moan in between the kiss, mostly you, while you separate your legs further apart, giving him more access to pleasure you, and he wastes no time.

He fastens the pace of his fingers, moving them faster to the point where a few of his movements are sloppy, your noises getting louder while you start to find hard keeping up with the kiss at the amount of pleasure. You break the kiss to let out an even louder noise, your now quick breaths getting shaky while your nails dig into his arms at him now curving his fingers upwards in different directions in attempt to find your hidden spot.

He places his lips back in yours, giving you rough mouth-opened kisses with his tongue moving against yours, taking advantage of your weak state to explore your mouth easier. When he finds your g-spot, you let out a small scream that gets muffled due to him still kissing you, small noises escaping during the small pauses in between the kiss to take in breaths.

The pads of his fingers roughly press and graze against you, making your legs shake and feel an orgasm approaching, quickly closing in at his fingers flicking against your g-spot and his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit. His lips leave yours and he sits back on his calves, wanting to see how your juices leak out onto his hands while one of his hands go to your boobs to squeeze and play with them.

Your moans get louder and more frequent, your legs threatening to close only for him to move closer to keep them apart with his own. With just a few more rubs of his thumb and flicks of his fingers, you hit your orgasm with a loud scream, your cum gushing out through in between his fingers. Your breaths turn into light pants as you lose your sense to feel on your legs...

One of them being on the floor of the truck and the other on the seat while Theo gently works you down your orgasm by now gently moving his fingers in and out, seeing your cum escaping your entrance. After a few moments, you catch up with your breath, let out a sigh and let your eyes close as he pulls his fingers out of you and brings them up to his mouth, sucking on them and moaning at the flavor as well as feeling himself twitch in his pants.

His fingers leave his mouth as he then reaches out to grab your hips, slightly pulling you closer and kissing you again while passing your leg in front of his thighs to slowly turn you around so you’re laid on your stomach. Theo unbuckles his belt, unzips and unbuttons his jeans, taking his erection out through the hole of his boxers and pulling out a condom from one of his pockets and rolling it on after ripping open the plastic wrapper.

You look backwards and see him moving closer, pushing the skirt of your dress further up and sucking his fingers before pushing them inside you again to wetten you more, a small moan leaving you at the feeling as he then pulls his fingers out again. The tip of his dick presses against your opening and he slowly starts to enter you, forcing your walls apart and stretching you more than you’re used to.

He moves slowly forward, taking his time and pausing his movements when he’s completely inside, giving you time to adjust and get used to the feeling. You take in shaky breaths and swallow thickly, your inner walls occasionally giving him a squeeze and making him let out a light grunt or moan. Not long after, you tell him to start moving and he does.

His hips slowly move back and forth, almost as if just grinding on you while one of his hands reach down to one of your boobs, squeezing on it gently.

You let out a moan when his thumb and index finger pinch and pull on your nipple while the others help his hand to grope at your breast, rolling the nipple in his fingers and soothing it afterwards before starting to pull on it again. His other hand stays on your ass, pulling a cheek a bit apart and letting out a groan at the sight of his dick slipping in and out, each time having more of your liquids coating it.

A moan passes through his lips when he pushes back in, giving your ass and boob a few squeezes once in a while as he slowly increases the pace, searching for a faster speed but one that stays steady. Your hands rest on the edge of the seat, being able to hold a bit of the cushion while moaning and gasping when he suddenly gives a harder thrust.

His slow movements turn into quick ones, being at a not too fast and not too slow speed, enough to make you let out gasps in between moans and his thighs slap against your own and ass at the right amount of force to make small noises of skin on skin. Your hands start gripping on the cushion of the seat while your head stays hung low as you bite on your lips, restraining most of your noises as your body slightly moves forward at the force of his hips.

Theo leans lower closer to your body, turning your head around to give you a sloppy kiss before moving up higher again, placing a hand flatly on the window of the car while his free arm hooks around the underside of your lower stomach with his hand on your hip, pulling you back when he moves back forward again as he fastens the pace again.

The new movements and speed forces you to open your mouth and let out a loud groan, your back arching away from him and ass moving higher with your head moving away from the seat where your hands hold on it tighter. His thrusts get harder and harder to the point where he has his jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut and letting out growls while you have to place at least one hand against the door to keep him from hammering you against it...

The truck moving side to side so hard that it makes you feel like it might fall over. Your moans turn into screams when he starts hitting the deep spot hidden inside of you, instantly making you recognize the feeling of another orgasm approaching quickly while he starts pulsing inside of you, the movements of his hips getting sloppy and incoherent at the speed.

“Harder.” You say and he gives you a slightly worried look. “Please!” You say and he obeys, slamming harder into you and within just a few of his harsh thrusts, you cum with a loud cry. The feeling of your wetness releasing lets him reach his orgasm as well, buried deep inside of you as he cums in the condom with a loud groan while the truck steadies.

Your legs and arms give up on you, letting your boneless body fall on the seat completely with a small groan after he pulls out with light pants. Your eyelids start to feel heavy, trying to catch up with your breath as Theo takes off the condom, ties it and throws it to the floor of the truck, gently letting his body fall on top of yours with a small moan at being able to rest while you easily fall asleep.

I CANT BELIEVE IT!! I JUST HIT 1000 FOLLOWERS!!!!!

Pairing: Dom! Nolan Holloway x Sub! Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Smt/Sex, unprotected (please don’t do that), roughness, a bit of teasing and orgasm denial.

Requested?: Yep. Anonymous said:

Could you do jealous Nolan smut please? I’m a slut for Froy.

Summary: You feel the need for a change in your sex life and what better to make your boyfriend jealous with the guy he most dislikes.

Author: Ellie.

Masterlist.

A/N: In this imagine, Gabe doesn’t beat up Nolan, because it’d be completely wrong to flirt with a guy that beat up your boyfriend.

“Nobody’s P. O. V.”

You look around the classroom and let out a sigh, being bored and not knowing what to do to distract your mind from last night’s events. Last night, simply put, you and Nolan had sex, but as usual, it was soft and gentle. The first few times after a while of dating, it was nice, it made you feel like he cared about you, you thought it was cute and that he was the sweetest person in the world.

But at some point, things that stay the same, get boring, and that’s what happened to your sex life. At least for you. You need a change in your sex life, but you don’t know how to provoke it. “Gabe, you’ll be working with Y/N.” You hear the teacher say and look at Nolan to see his eyes widen. “W- What?” Nolan asks, not being sure if he heard right.

“Y/N’s working with Gabe because you two never work together.” The teacher explains, turning around to face the blackboard and leaving Nolan stuttering to himself. Nolan looks up and sees that Gabe’s already there, waiting for him to move. Nolan looks over at you with a somewhat nervous look and picks up his stuff, walking away to where the teacher tells him to.

And that’s when you realize, that you can try to get Nolan jealous and maybe be a bit more rough. You’ve already seen his ‘dark’ side one time, when he and Gabe were ‘talking’ with Liam, and if you’re being honest, it was pretty arousing. It made you think that he’s capable of doing such as tying you up, but with him simply being a bit more rough, you’d be more than satisfied.

The bell rings and you start putting your things in your backpack, seeing Nolan doing the same. You spent the entire class being a fair level of flirty with Gabe who actually thought was real and flirted back, and while you were thinking that Nolan would probably be hurt, he just glared at the back of Gabe’s head while biting his lip and seeming mad.

You walk out of the classroom with Nolan and start walking in direction on your next class as he starts to speak, trying to ignore the fact that you were flirting with another guy. “Are we still going on our date tonight?” He asks, not even nervously stuttering like he usually does or even stuttering at all. “I can’t.” You start saying before explaining.

“I’m working on the project with Gabe after School and I don’t know how long we’re going to take.” You finish answering as if it’s not that much of a big deal, making him stop walking. “What?” You ask, standing in front of him. He was already easily getting fed up by you flirting with not just any guy, but Gabe, and now you’re saying that you’re ditching your date with him to be with Gabe.

You both stay quiet for a moment, you waiting for him to talk and him making sure that his voice isn’t going to come out so harsh when he speaks. “We’re leaving.” He says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away towards the nearest exit. “What? Why?” You ask but he doesn’t answer, having a firm grip on your wrist, nothing like the gentle touches he gives you.

“You do know we have maths, right?” You ask. It’s just a bit odd that he’s willing to miss his favorite subject. He pulls you more forward and directs you to his car, opening the door and (my roughly) pushing you in before walking to the other side and getting in too, starting the car and driving away. You stay quiet during the drive, trying not to seem like enjoying it while he just simply stares ahead with a hard glare.

You look around and you gaze falls on his hands gripping the wheel, and you can’t help but wonder how it’d feel if he were gripping on your waist, hips, thighs... maybe your ass or boobs.

Not long after, he makes it to his house and quickly parks his car in the driveway, opening the door and getting out before walking to your side and pulling you out, directing you to the porch. Nolan easily unlocks and opens the door before leading you inside, slamming the door shut and kissing you possessively after pressing you against the nearest wall.

His action takes you by surprise, your eyes widening at the sudden movement and amount roughness, taking a few seconds before actually kissing him back, which takes lesser than you thought. He harshly grabs your wrists and pins them above your head against the wall, making a small whine escape you and let him take the opportunity to shove his tongue in...

Being much more different than his usual soft strokes against your lips in between the kiss and waits for you to grant him permission before his tongue enters your mouth. You feel one of his hands leave your wrist and moving down to your ass and giving it a hard spank, making you lightly jump with a small noise of surprise as he then grabs a handful of it, squeezing while his other hand makes sure to secure both of your wrists.

His hand snakes under the skirt of your dress and your thighs instinctively press together, already feeling incredibly turned on and wetness escaping you at his dirty actions that are nothing you’re used to at. He breaks the kiss when his hand finds your ass cheek, feeling it completely bare and noticing that you don’t have panties on, your arousal already starting to drip to the top of your inner thighs.

“Naughty.” He says, his voice sounding thicker, raspy and more confident, the sound making you have to bite down on your lip but a muffled moan still escapes you. His hand moves to your front and his fingers come in contact with your soaked sex, spreading your folds and teasing your entrance by only pushing in the tips of his fingers.

You move a bit forward to press your lips against his own again, but he moves back before you can reach him, not wanting to give you exactly what you want due to what you did to him. You let out another whine in response and he looks up at you who instantly looks down, feeling somewhat threatened just by his gaze.

Nolan’s other hand leaves your wrists to start to push your dress up, pulling it off and seeing that nothing’s under. The dress falls to the floor and you press your wrists against the wall again, seeing him having a pleased look as soon as you do so. His index and middle finger push in again, this time going deeper until his knuckles are practically in, making you let out a small moan.

You’ve always liked the feeling of how deep his fingers could reach in. His fingers start to slowly move in and out, at first, but he soon finds a rough and steady rhythm, his wrist easily moving back and forth, letting him make you moan and gasp loudly at his fingers curling, reaching the perfect spots.

Your back starts to arch off the wall while you groan loudly, the noise getting muffled by your teeth sinking in your bottom lip as your eyes squeeze shut at the uncontrollable pleasure you’re already receiving. his free hand goes to your waist and pushes you back, making sure to keep you completely pressed against the wall.

His thumb finds it’s way to your clit, adding pressure on it and drawing circles with it while he feels how your wetness starts to reach the palm of his hand. You feel your bottom lip starting to bruise and get sore due to still biting down on it, not wanting anybody unwanted to hear your noise and probably make a noise complaint.

You feel how your already getting close to your high, the harsh pressure on your clit helping you with your orgasm closing in much faster than usual as well as making your legs feel weak, your knees closing together only for him to move his fingers even faster. And just as the most pleasurable orgasm’s about to hit you, he stops.

You lazily open your eyes to see him pulling his fingers away from you and to his mouth. “I was gonna-” “I know, but you’re not getting anything that you want. You’re not allowed to cum and you’re gonna let me do whatever I want to, understood?” He asks, making you feel another wave of arousal escape you while you slowly nod.

And just like that, he starts roughly kissing you again, his lips not taking long to leave yours and instead go to your neck, being determined to leave marks, something he usually didn’t do, at least not in visible places. Your wrists finally leave the wall and go to his hair, your fingers running through the soft waves of it.

One of his arms hooks around your lower back and pulls you closer while his other hand unbuttons and unzips his jeans as he bites roughly on your neck as well as sucking a few marks. He leaves you for a few seconds to push down his pants and boxers enough to free his erection as he then grabs your ass and pushes you up against the wall before slamming into you without a warning.

You let out a small scream at the sudden action, your arms going around his upper back to cling onto him in surprise, your scream being followed by a gasp. Even if you know that this time’s nothing like the other ones, you just can’t help but be surprised that he entered you without a single word. He always asked if you were sure, told you when he was about to go in and never did anything without having assurance that it’s what you want.

As soon as he’s fully inside, which is immediately, he wastes no time in quickly moving back and forth, giving rough thrusts and easily hitting your g-spot, something that usually wasn’t this pleasurable due to his soft and slow movements. Your screams turn louder while you throw your head back against the wall where your back arches off once again, not being used to getting pounded so hard.

Nolan’s grip on your thighs increases, starting to form handprints while he moves his hips back and forth at a fast pace, causing his jeans and boxers to slowly move downwards, exposing more of him. His thrusts start to make you move up and down at his force, making a loud noise come out of your mouth every time he pushes back in.

One of your hands go to the back of his neck while the other one goes to the upper part of his arm to grip on him tightly as his hands start slipping off of you, an arm having to go around your lower back while the other one finds its way to place itself under your ass to keep you up, your legs lowering from their previous hiked up position at how weak his movements make you feel...

Only for them to get weaker with his thrusts becoming harder. You feel your orgasm quickly starting to build up again, your stomach tying together in tighter knots, threatening to untie in any moment while his dick starts pulsing inside of you. Your inner walls start to squeeze him tighter, making his heavy breaths turn into pants, his harsh and forceful thrusts turning into sloppy ones.

And at some point, you reach your orgasm with loud screams, followed by him who reaches his own and stills himself for a moment while your arm tightens around him, pulling him closer as your other hand grips on his arm tighter, a gasp leaving you at the feeling of his cum filling you and your own starting to slip out.

He gently pulls out after finishing and carefully places you on your feet, keeping his arms around you once he notices your legs seeming like giving up on you. He pulls up his pants and boxers, zipping them and buttoning them again as he then helps you to the couch of his living room, letting you lay on top of him while he swallows thickly in hopes of getting rid of the dry throat he has.

“S- Sorry.” He says, feeling a bit embarrassed of the things he did and said. “Don’t be, I loved it.” You say, still a bit out of breath. “Re- Really?” He asks with a nervous voice and a small tone of surprise as you nod against his neck as an answer. “Just make sure to be more strict next time.” You say and he gives you a questioning look. “You said I couldn’t cum without your permission.” You explain.