summary: Your date is a fucking asshole so you find two lovely men who are willing to make it up to you.
pairing: matt murdock x male reader x peter parker
word count: 3.2k
warnings: 18+ warning, alcohol use, some rude guy at a club, threesomes, top!matt, top!peter, bottom!reader, gay sex, semi-public stuff a bit, eiffel towered reader iykwim
a/n: sorry for the delay didnt feel good for the past few days, anyway i hope yall like this idk what i was doing with this but if you liked it interractions are very much welcome and appreciated.
summary: you and peter take things to the next step.
pairing: teacher!peter parker x librarian!male reader
word count: 2.8k
warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, eventual smut, protected sex, top!peter, bottom!reader, tears were shed you guest how, peter is a good boyfriend..kinda?
ahhh ! I’m so glad your asks are back <33 hope you’re not being stressed out by too much!
perv!peter finding a piece of your clothing, he’s hesitating to follow his filthy thoughts but when he takes a ‘small’ sniff of the clothing he can’t help but bringa hand under his pants and touch himself <3 you can decided what happens when he gets caught 🤭🤭
perv!peter who really doesn’t mean to snoop or invade… he’d swung into your room to look for you, actually. and after he didn’t find you, he just decided to sit on your bed and wait for you.
and as he looks around, he notices your clothes. he chews on his lip as he reaches a hand out to pick up the piece of clothing. it turns out to be a pair of your boxers and as if his brain was moving on auto pilot, he brings your underwear to his nose and he’s immediately flooded with your scent.
he feels himself get hard in his spidey suit, and once he pulls his nose away, his face is flushed and his erection is practically throbbing in its confines.
chasing the feeling of your scent flooding his senses, he brings your underwear to his nose again. his other hand twitches again and he doesn’t think twice before reaching down and palming himself.
he whimpers, grinding against his hand and moaning out into the fabric. with how taboo it is, it doesn’t take long for his cock twitch in sensitivity. his eyes are rolling and closing and he groans, inhaling your sent the most he could before he whines and feels himself cum in his suit.
“so this is what you do when i’m not here to greet you, parker?”
your voice sounds from the doorway of your room and peter’s eyes shoot open. you take in the sight of your underwear held against his nose and his hand only slightly covering the darkened red patch in his suit.
peter blushes, from his ears to his neck. he looks completely embarrassed, and you could practically see the cogs turning in his head as he attempts to stutter out an excuse.
with a small grin stretched across your face, you step further in the room and close the door behind you. “it’s… i didn’t- im sorry,” peter finishes lamely, letting go of your underwear.
“do it again,” you tell him, moving to take a seat at your desk and face him as he’s sitting on your bed. “i want to watch you cum from my scent alone one more time,” you murmur and he looks shy.
“what are you waiting for, peter? you did it in my absence, i wanna watch you do it again..” you tell him and he nods. shakily, he takes a hold of your underwear again and inhales.
Pairing: Cis!M!Bottom!Reader x Ray Palmer (LoT), Dick Grayson (my version), Peter Parker (TASM), Skurge (MCU), James T. Kirk (AOS), Lucifer (Lucifer) & Chris Smith (Peacemaker)
Rating: Explicit
Words: 2066
POV: Second
Summary: Uhhh gangbang to save the multiverse and reader is Sorcerer Supreme of his universe.
Note: Something I kept from last kinktober to really sit down for it.
Tags: Multiverse gangbang, creampie, cum swallowing, light cumplay, blowjobs, double penetration, spitroasting, anal fingering, handjobs and some grinding.
There was a crash from Peter’s bedroom. May and Happy turn to it. Happy goes into security mode, walking back into the apartment, looking around and noticed the sound was coming from Peter's bedroom. He and May stroll up to the door and are about to knock, when they hear grunts and groans from inside the room.
"Peter?"
"That's not Peter." May frowned. It was another male's voice.
"Peter?"
"Oh. God." Peter's squeaky voice comes out.
May and Happy frowned. Are Peter and some random guy.... Doing... It?
"Oh, no. Oh, no. I don't know what to do!" Peter said.
"It's stuck. I can't get it out. It's too big!"
Happy shoves the door open as he and May see Peter stood in front of a boy, in the act of taking off his suit. It falls off his body and leaves him almost naked in his underwear. Both are startled and look guilty. All signs point to an interrupted romantic moment. "Oh, fuck, Peter..."
"Oh. Oh, no."
Happy turned and covered his eyes. "We didn't see anything. Go back to what you were doing."
"This isn't what it looks like, Happy!" Peter blushed.
May ushers Happy out of the room. "No sex without safe sex, okay?" She closed the door, before opening it once again. "It's not what it looks like, May. We were..."
May looks at the young man next to her nephew and realizes who he was. "Oh, you must be Y/N Maximoff! You're much cuter in person than all those pictures Peter has of you in his phone."
a/n: might be my last matt fic for a bit since i dont want to get burnt out just writing him but i do have stuff in the works for matt especially some mattfrank x m!reader and mattelektra x m!reader so check those out soon!!
Rain pours tonight in Hell’s Kitchen. You and your boyfriend are drenched in the rain huddling towards some shade. You were on a date and were on the way home, people in the streets running with briefcases on their heads or fumbling to open their umbrellas. Matt was giggling while running his hands through his wet hair. You giggled too, you were both on a high from the date. He took you to his favorite place in the city, a small Chinese restaurant that served amazing dumplings, and his favorite bar, Josie’s, to grab some beer and play billiards.
“You’re right, we should’ve taken a cab,” he laughed, that cheeky laugh that accentuated his dimples. “You could stay with me for a bit,” he pauses. “Until the rain stops - I mean.”
“Sure, I’d like that a lot actually, my socks are wet and it’s making me so uncomfortable,” you smiled. He takes your hand and laces your fingers together, his calloused hands meeting yours. You blush at the gesture, he whisks you to him as you walk towards his apartment.
This man, you were outside his door and his hands were cupped to your cheeks, his lips pressed on yours. His kiss becomes feverish, your arms wrapped around his waist as his left-hand rests on your neck. He was taller than you so your neck started to sore from looking up, you didn’t mind because this was making your cheeks burn so bad. He pins you to his door, not losing contact with your lips. He takes his keys from his back pocket and unlocks the door with a swift movement.
You fumble on your way in, pushing your shoes off and your wet socks. He removes his black coat and tosses it to the side, you pull your shirt off as he signals for the couch. You lay down while unbuttoning your trousers. He stands on top of you as he pulls his belt off with one hand. You help him unbutton his drenched white shirt. You both get all buttons open and he pulls his shirt off. Your eyes wander on his naked torso. You never noticed the necklace he wore, it was a thin black leather strap with a small golden cross. You pulled up to kiss him again, his tongue meeting yours. He starts to trail kisses on your neck, you shudder from the erotic pleasure. You lay back again on the couch as he starts to leave wet kisses on your torso, your nipples given more love than the rest. His fingers find the hem of your boxers and he pulls the garment down, your cock hard from all the kisses. He kisses the skin around your sex teasingly, you run your hands through his hair. He takes your legs and rests them on his broad shoulders as he takes you in his mouth, you moaning marveling at his back muscles contracting. He was unreal, a man carved by god, and he was pleasuring you.
“Fuck, Matt,” you moaned, and your tip was hitting the roof of his throat. You were almost pulling on his hair, Matt didn’t care about the slight stinging on his scalp, the pain only turned him on more. “Not yet, love, we’re not yet done here.”
He stands up to get some condoms and lube. You felt bare on his couch, well you were, but the lack of contact gave you a sense of shame. After a few seconds, he was back, a roll of condoms and a small bottle of lube in hand. He takes some lube to his two fingers to prepare you. It was cold at first, his thick fingers feeling your tight muscle, he went deeper until you moaned. He takes more lube to put on his erection. For the lack of a better word you found his dick so beautiful, it was thick, not so long, but a sizable amount, cut with a pink head, the base neatly trimmed. He bent down to insert his hardness and you both moaned from the contact, your arms found themselves wrapped around his neck.
Through the lights of nearby billboards, the gold cross on his neck shimmered dangling above you. There was something so sensual about the act. The way your bodies, glistened with sweat, would move towards each other in an act of lust. Moans, sounding like the hymn of angels in this small apartment. And the cross, there in front of you like in the middle of the church. You close your eyes in a bit of prayer. You whispered the lord’s name and some profanities, using his name in vain. Matt went back to continue to feast on your neck, the gold cross resting on your chest cold. His hand pumps your cock with the same rhythm as his. You could feel yourself coming to a climax.
He leaves your neck to sit up, your legs held at his side. You could see the way his abdomen moved to thrust his hips into you. His thrusts became erratic, and your cock was close to letting go. You quickly grabbed the cross from his neck, pulling him back to you as you kissed. The kiss is hot with wanton lust, almost sloppy. Moans stifled in your mouths.
And then you two, at the same time, let your pleasures erupt. He fills the condom while yours shoots into your abdomen. His thrusts stop while kissing you, the quick rising and falling of your chests slowing. He kisses your temples and collapses on your shoulder, his full body weight pressing into yours.
“Babe, you’re still inside me,” you catch your breath.
“Give me a few minutes,” he whispers, slowly drifting to sleep.
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Peter and Gwen have been friends for a few years and most people think Peter’s in love with her. But in reality, he's in love with you. You don't talk to him much, you have your own group of friends and he's a year older so you never even considered becoming his friend. Peter's been content with just watching you from afar since he’s convinced he has no chance with you. He figured nothing would happen and you’d just be an old crush in a few years.
gonna swap this around since i only really do dom!reader stuff on here
imagine peter restrained to his bed with his own web fluid, he can’t move and that just makes it all so much hotter.
the goal of the entire thing was to test his limits, and when you brought the idea up to him, he had agreed with enthusiasm.
he was sprawled out on his bed, completely naked. his cock was hard against his tummy as precum beaded at his tip.
he knows better than complain or rush you; he wouldn’t dream of doing it anyway. he prided himself on being your good boy.
i’m just imagining peter crying softly at the feeling of overstimulation. his spider sense makes him so much more sensitive, and so the feeling of you pulling orgasm after orgasm out of him would leave him completely breathless.
like the poster boy for good behavior that he is, he says thank you after every orgasm and after around his 4th one, his words are slurred and he can barely string together coherent sounds that aren’t moans.
he also lets you know when it’s starting to be too much. after his 5th one, he’s pulling on the webs and you stop, allowing him some time to breathe and vocalize his thoughts — the ones that hadn’t melted out of his pretty little head of course.
You were supposed to be at Sam, Tara, and Quinn's apartment. Your friend group was meeting up for a game night. And you would have been on time, if it wasn't for the two very needy boys that you happen to have feelings for
You were over at there apartment, studying with Ethan for econ. You were struggling to focus on your work, instead, you found your focus stuck on Ethan. You couldn't help it. The way he put the tip of his pen in his mouth as his eyes scanned the words on his computer. The way his nose would scrunch up when something confused him. And especially the way he would bite his lip and groan when he realized there was more work to do.
The boy was unknowingly driving you insane. But someone else knew.
Chad was standing in the kitchen, a soda in hand, as he watched you and Ethan. Unlike Ethan, Chad wasn't oblivious. He caught the way you stared at Ethan, and he didn't fail to notice that you looked at him the same way. He seemed to be the only one to notice any of these though, because neither you or Ethan ever noticed his stares, and you never noticed Ethans.
Chad being the only one to know what was going on, he realized he was also the only one that would do anything about it. And he decided the night when all three of you had to be somewhere was a great time.
He walked over to where you sat at the table with a smirk on his face. He put his hands on the back of your chair and leaned down, unnoticed by a hyper focused Ethan, but you were very aware of his presence.
He leaned down so his mouth was by your ear, his warm breath fanning over your ear and neck, causing a blush to cover your cheeks.
"I know he's cute, but you're staring a lot, Y/N." He whispers in your ear. You're cheeks redden even more as your eyes widen.
"I-I don't... Don't know what you're talking about" You stumble over your words, your heart racing in your chest. Chad laughed lightly in response in a way that said he was calling bullshit. He pulls out his phone and pulls up the camera, putting it in your hand.
"If you take a picture it'll last longer" His voice is low and soft, his words flowing at smoothly.
At you're blushing, frozen, and now horny state, Chad coos teasingly and moves your hand to take the picture. The camera flashes as it captures Ethan in it's frame, which causes the boys head to snap up. He sees the two of you, the phone camera pointed at him, and blushes.
"W-what are you two doing?" He stutters. All you can do is stare with wide eyes, like a deer caught in headlights. Chad continues to smirk though as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
"We're just admiring how pretty you are, Eth." Chad teases, "Right, Y/N"
Not trusting yourself to speak, you just nod. Ethan sputters as he tries to respond but can't. So, with a teasing chuckle, Chad decides to show mercy.
"Y/N, I see the way you look at both me and E. Ethan, I see the way you look at me and Y/N. You're both to oblivious to see how I look at you two." Chad explains matter-of-factly. You and Ethan stare at each other in shock as you process Chads words.
"It's simple. We all want each other. We should do something about it" Chad finishes his explanation, standing up and moving his hand to rest on your shoulder, gently rubbing circles with his thumbs. Ethan nodded slowly as he took in Chads words and slowly closed his laptop. You looked from Ethan to Chad, eyes still wide as you take in the situation. As soon as you fully process what the fuck just happened, your quick to act. You turn, though the position is a bit awkward, and kiss Chad.
He is slightly caught off guard by the sudden initiative, but quickly gets ahold of himself and kisses back. The kiss doesn't last long as your back starts to hurt from the position. That and the way Ethan stares at you and Chad with wide doe eyes and gulps. Chad moves over to Ethan and kisses him. When he pulls away, he smirks over at you.
"Lets move to my room." Chad says and you and Ethan are quick to listen. As soon as you get in there, you're pushing Ethan onto the bed, sitting on his lap and kissing him. You feel Chad find place standing behind you again, his head dropping to kiss up and down your neck, then Ethans.
When Ethan lets out a soft moan, Chad attacks the spot that triggered it. He pulls away with a proud smirk as he admires the mark he left before moving your face away from Ethans and kissing you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, his hands on your hips.
After a bit, you two pull away, breathing heavy, a string of saliva connecting your kiss swollen lips.
A little over an hour later the three of you are laying on Chads bed. All of you are sweaty, breathing heavy and flushed red. Ethan and you lay tangled together we Chad cleans and cum on any of you off with a rag, his gentleness making your heart flutter.
"What time is it?" Ethan mumbles into your chest, but loud enough so he's still heard.
"Umm..." Chad trails off as he searches for a phone. When he does, the screen lights up his face and his eyes widen. "8:42"
"Oh shit!" You gasp, quickly sitting up and pulling Ethan up with you. "We were supposed to be there at 8"
"Shit, shit, shit" Chad mumbles as he passes you and Ethan your clothes off the floor and puts on his own. You all quickly scramble to get redressed and go over to the other's apartment. Chad moved a bit quicker than you an Ethan and walked into the apartment, getting stared at by Tara, Quinn, Sam, Mindy, Anika, and Danny.
"Hi. Sorry I'm late." He says awkwardly. "i was doing a couple things and got distracted"
Walking in after Chad, you and Ethan found an spot on the floor and sat down, holding hands.
"I'm 'a couple things'" You say with a grin.
"i'm 'got distracted'" Ethan follows, giggling softly as everyone stares in shock.
"Coach-" Steve tries to explain himself, why he cost his team the whole game but you stop him, dragging him into your office. The rest of the team thinks you're going to yell at him so they leave the gym, not wanting to hear it for the sake of Steve's dignity.
All it took was looking away for just one second. Looking away from your mixed drink, coming back to it, unaware of what happened and what was stirring inside it. You downed the rest of the alcoholic drink in one gulp, your throat burning as your cup empties.
Your skin started to tingle and your vision became fuzzy and unfocused. You couldn't keep your thoughts straight, only feeling your skin heat up and the need for air rising above the haze. Pushing your way toward the door on clumsy feet before tripping on something. That's when it all went black. You don't even remember falling, or maybe you didn't fall?
You woke up and every muscle in your body felt too heavy to move, even opening your eyelids seemed like a challenge. Instead of looking, you focused on what you felt. Wrists pulled behind your back, tied together with metal handcuffs that dug painfully into your skin. You tried to shift out of the binds only to find them too tight, and now you realized you were tired to a chair, and you weren't alone.
You froze when you heard frustrated mumbling in the room and someone moving around, the sound of feet and things shifting heard around you. You couldn't help the groan bubble up in your throat at the dull ache becoming present in your joints.
"Sh-shit." The person mumbled before they stood in front of you. Finally fluttering your eyes open, cringing at the bright light, trying to adjust. "You're awake." The voice spoke again, a hint of relief in his sigh. Your vision focused on the floppy haired brunet in front of you. He was scrawny, and tall, considering the way he hunched over to be a few inches from your face.
You opened your mouth to say something, anything but all that came out was a soft rasp, throat dry and sore. Swallowing and trying again with better success. "Who are you?"
The man's face scrunched up before it cleared into a wide grin. "Im-im Kurt. I'm your biggest fan!"
Your face must have matched your confusion by the way Kurt giggled and leaned a little closer, his nose brushing yours while your eyes almost went cross with how close he was.
"I've been watching you forever! Since you started YouTube, really. I comment and like all your videos and any post you make on social media. Maybe you recognize my username, 'Kurtsworld96'?"
Kurt shifted away, kneeling in front of you and peering up at you with his big brown eyes. The drugs thrumming through your veins clouded all thinking, dulling the panic you should have been feeling. Only being able to focus on the way he looked at you, like you hung the moon and the stars.
"I've wanted to meet you for so long! We-we would be perfect collaborators- and- and I could take care of you!" Kurt leapt forward in excitement, missing the way you flinch backward slightly, jingling the cuffs around your hands. "And when you posted about going to Bobby's party- I mean it's fate really! I wasn't formally invited but me and Bobby are tight.." Kurt began to ramble and trail off, giving you a chance to glance around at your surroundings. It looked like you were in a bedroom. A desk sitting in the corner, posters littering the room and a mattress laying on the ground.
"I even got you a gift!" Kurt's voice snapped you back to reality, lolling your head to look down at him.
"What?" You mumble, watching him stand up and walk toward his desk, fiddling in the drawers before coming back. Standing in front of you with a hand behind his back. Kurt's free hand found your hair, gently grabbing it and guiding you to look up at him.
Kurt blushed at the way you looked at him, so pliant and malleable before him, lips parted and eyes glazed out.
"Pretty- pretty boy." He murmered to himself, chewing on his lip and removing his hand. Delighted when you keep looking up at him. He cleared his throat, revealing the 'present' from behind his back. It looked like a cheap dog collar made of blue plastic and black fabric, a small charm dangling from it.
Kurt rounds your chair, standing behind you and making you tense as his hands glide feather light along the side of your neck. He leaned down, whispering in your ear as he clicked the collar around your neck.
"I am not letting you go." His husky voice sent shivers down your spine, clouding your thoughts about how serious the situation really was. Only focusing on his breath fanning against your neck and his slim fingers playing with the charm on the collar. "You are mine."
You whimpered, struggling against the cuffs again, accidentally drawing Kurt to the bulge in your jeans. The alcohol and drugs in your system lowering your restraint but the attention was the nail in the coffin, pushing you over the edge of control and making your cock leak.
"F-fuck. You- you like that? Like being mine?" Surprise evident in Kurt's voice as his fingers trailed down your arms, hooking in the cuffs and tugging harshly to pull you impossibly closer to the chair, straining your shoulders and arms.
"Say it."
You chewed on your lip as you tried to sort through your thoughts only to whimper out a small 'please'.
Kurt pulled away completely, leaving you cold and missing his presence, shame flooding you at the thought of wanting the man who kidnapped you. Those thoughts left as soon as Kurt kneeled in front of you again, his face soft as he immediately started working on your too tight jeans. Finally ripping them down, along with your pre-cum strained boxers.
You pant and gasp when your cock springs free, slapping against your stomach with a wet 'plap'. You whine and squirm in your seat, keeping your eyes trained on Kurt while his attention remains on your cock. Looking in awe and drinking in your bare skin before his eyes landed on your cock. His jaw dropped a little and he practically drooled at the sight of your drooling member inches away from his face. Kurt's hazy eyes flicked up to you, holding your gaze and shifting in his spot.
"Wanna worship you.." He leaned forward, placing a hesitant kiss on your calf, eyes never leaving your face, looking for any sign you didn't want this. "Wanna take care of you.." He placed another kiss higher, this time on your knee, the warmth of his lips making you whimper. "Wanna claim you." His final kiss was placed on your thigh, inches from your leaking cock that twitched at the contact.
"I'm yours."
Your own voice surprised you when you croaked out the words. You didn't have time to regret your words before Kurt let out a breath moan, diving in and leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses on your cock. You jerked your wrists, wanting nothing more than to tangle your fingers in Kurt's messy brown hair, huffing when you couldn't touch him.
"Fuck. Dreamed about this for so long." Kurt continued to press wet kisses along your cock, slicking it with his spit and your pre cum. His kisses turned into kitten licks, then into long, broad licks. "So pretty.. and sweet.. fuck, you taste amazing."
Your whines and moans go ignored, all of Kurt's attention focused on wetting your cock and tasting your salty pre-cum. His warm hand wrapped around your cock, jerking you off while his mouth sucked on your tip.
"K-kurt." You tried to pull his attention to you, trying to warn him of your orgasm that was approaching too fast.
Kurt moaned and pulled his mouth off of your cock, a line of spit connecting him to your tip. His hand sped up, thumb stroking the underside and swiping over the tip before sliding back down to the base. His half lidded eyes looked up at you while he laid his head on your thigh.
"Say my name again. Please baby." He pleaded up at you with a slight pout, his hand getting faster until your vision started to blur around the edges.
"Kurt!" A deep moan rumbled through your chest as your cock gave a final twitch before ropes of cum painted his hand and your chest. Your vision going white, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, drowning out all thoughts.
"Good boy." Kurt whispered. His hand slowing, moving to your thigh, stroking it affectionately. You panted out labored breaths as you started to come to, looking down at Kurt lazily, feeling your sensitive cock twitch when you notice your cum splattered in his hair and across the bridge of his nose. "Made such a mess.." Kurt mumbles idly before reaching around and undoing the cuffs from your wrists. Your arms fall limply at your side, too exhausted to move anymore.
Kurt stands, leveling his tented jeans with your face. You moan weakly, attempting to reach up and undo his belt before he grabs your wrists gently, pulling your hands to his mouth for a soft kiss.
"Can I- can I fuck you?"
You would have cringed at his awkwardness if it hadn't of been for your cock already getting hard again at the thought of him making good on his promise to claim you as his. You swallow, making eye contact with him before nodding.
"Yes."
The next few moments were a haze of Kurt helping you to his uncomfortable bed, clothes being shed and hungry hands exploring your body, committing every inch of skin to memory. It ended with you on your back and Kurt nestled deep in your neck, biting and sucking bruises into your skin.
He blindly scrambled for his bedside table, pulling out lube and a condom. "J-just tell me if it hurts." You give a short nod in return, preparing yourself before a cold, slick finger circles your rim. You chew in your lip and groan when he pushes his finger in, quickly getting used to the feeling and craving more.
By the time three of Kurt's fingers were pistoning in and out of you, you were close to your second orgasm of the night. Moaning and clawing down his pale back while he stayed glued to your now sore neck, determined to mark you.
"I-I can't wait any longer." Kurt whined, finally slipping his fingers free, rushing to slip on the condom and line himself up with your entrance. You gasped when he pushed his tip inside you, hands tightening on your hips so hard you were sure they would bruise.
Once Kurt began pushing in more, he couldn't stop, slipping in in one go and bottoming out with a deep groan.
"S-So t-tight-" Kurt gasped out, shivering and shuddering above you. "Perfect, so-o perfect." He gave you no time to adjust before he's rutting into you, sliding out only a little before slamming the rest of his length back in with a brutal thrust, punching the air from your lungs.
Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him from your raw neck to look down at you. His lips were shiny and red, eyes full of lust and need as you watched him lose himself in your tight ass. His thrusts grew deeper and harder until he was pulling out until just the tip was inside and slamming back in, brushing your prostate with every thrust, making your eyes roll back and high moans escape your throat.
"Fuck yes baby, Iloveyouiloveyouilove-" Kurt rushed out before cutting himself off with a loud moan as he spilled his seed into the condom. His body shook above you, whines and groans falling easily from his lips as his thrusts slowed to a slow roll of his hips inside you.
He finally collapsed on top of you, his body sweaty against yours. You sighed and peaked down, face and chest heating up when you notice you came again at some point, your cock soft and covered in cum.
The only sounds in the room were yours and Kurt's soft pants before his soft voice spoke up and he reached up to play with the charm on your collar again.
Summary - The streets of Cynthiana, Kentucky were usually busy, although due to frequent flow of tickets being given, a certain smug Sheriff manages to catch you slip up, not wanting a ticket you attend to your last resort…
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The streets of Cynthiana were quiet, much quieter then usual. You found yourself, often cruising throughout the barren roads, trying everything in your power to get home as quick as possible.
Humidity surrounded both you and your car, the nights air nothing but thick and heavy, even though the sun had set hours ago it still lingered automatically forcing your foot down on the gas.
You never managed to eat at work, the stress that ran through your veins daily often had you skip lunch rather waiting until you clocked off.
The grumble in your stomach was like a brewing storm, low and loud, churning away at the emptiness your hunger clinged to. Your foot was now level with the floor, passing by the few scattered cars hastily.
It was almost out of now where when loud sirens drummed away in your ears, alerting your focus to the flashing bright fluorescent blue and red lights of the pale teal cruiser following you.
“Fuck-“
It was almost as if your hunger had taken control, not even noticing the speed that you had been going. Quickly you lift your foot, turning your wheel as you nervously tap away, slowly pulling over to the side allowing the pristine 1973 Ford F-250 to park itself in the slot behind.
Everything stilled as if the whole world knew the very outcome of your dangerous choice, if not a ticket then definitely something worse. You click your tongue, sighing to yourself before glancing into your left wing mirror.
Carefully you watch the taller, older male approach your vechile, his boots clacking against the concrete pavement.
You take in the deep muddy-like jacket that clung to his body, the pale buff coloured shirt underneath and the deep vibrant hazel of his trousers, you had managed to sus out just by the way he was dressed, how the hat sat perfectly atop of his head, how the golden badge he wore with pride glimmered underneath the dull street lights that he was in-fact the county’s sheriff.
The tapping grew heavier, much louder against the thin leather of your steering wheel, your heart beat strumming away rapidly in your ears you had almost ignored the sharp knock on the taint glass of your door.
An unsteady finger of your own presses with urgency to break the shield protecting you, coming face to face with your current consequences. The glass rolls down, disappearing from view completely, the town’s sheriff appearing attractive more so underneath the yellow lights.
With confidence, Rick unveils the hat that he wore moments ago before pressing it to his chest lightly. His cheek bones pulse knowing how much wasted time you had already caused, his teeth clamping together before he speaks.
“You even realise what speed you were going?”
The words were a mere echo within your head, bouncing back and forth from each corner, rolling over the rocky seas the sheriff’s appearance caused. You shook your head with the overconfident to not interrupt him, his pale blue eyes catching your glance.
“Well if I was certain, it was over the speed limit…can’t help but wonder why you were in such a rush?”
His accent was thick, definitely southern. His quirked up drawls and his stance already showcased the authority he held over you, even the eye contact he had managed to keep hold of had you in grasps of splurging out the truth.
“I- uh, I have no excuse really- I just clocked off of work and-“
“Can you step out of the vehicle sir?”
Instantly you could tell he had no remorse, nothing. Infact he replaced himself by taking a few steps to the side, allowing you to slowly tug on the one sided handle, unlocking the door to allow yourself out and into his space.
“Please- I can’t- mom’s gonna be pissed”
The words usher out of you as if you had been asked to ramble about your current worries. It had no affect on the sheriff, instead, once you stood fully upward in-front, he scrambles for the small notepad in his pocket which matched the brown of his attire.
“Listen kid, we both know what happened here…”
It eventually settles in as you watch the cop jot down a few things, scribbling his signature somewhere out of your focus. A wave of panic washes over you knowing a scolding was on it’s way but you somehow thought, maybe you could change the sheriff’s mind…somehow.
“Sheriff-“
He pauses before settling his arms, side by side, shoving the notepad back in his pocket.
“It’s Sheriff Grimes, Rick Grimes…”
You had seen in the paper of the newly appointed Sheriff and just how scary he could be up close although that hadn’t managed to change your mind, infact it helped you to gain the confidence you needed to plead playfully.
“Sheriff Grimes…I’d do anything to get this ticket off of my name…anything, I can’t go home with this otherwise-“
He allows a small grunt to surpass his reddened plump lips, feeling the small twitch in his briefs. He watches you closely, how your whole demeanour had changed from shy and shameful to playful and almost lewd if he hadn’t caught that lip bite.
Tilting his head to the side and disregarding his pointed hat on the hood of your car, you close in on him, the same ringing from before had crept upon you stealthily, heart beat as loud as the soft exhales you managed to let out.
Looking down he watches as you extend an arm carefully but lower, low enough that your finger tips graze the slowly growing tent between his crotch.
“What do you think your doing?”
His tone was low, half curious half stern, still trying to hold the slowly dissipating authority he held once before. He grunts when you begin to passionately grope the area, giving him a slight uncertain squeeze, looking up into his darkened eyes for approval.
He steps back momentarily, his held tilting once more in confusion and guilt but the glimmer in his eye suggested otherwise as if he to was just as curious to see where this would go.
“Ya could get into a lot of trouble wasting my time…”
You shudder, the air had gone colder as if the worry had completely left you alone, instead it was replaced by the lack of judgment and how much Rick craved the indwelling of his morals and how much he yearned for that touch.
It had been months, if that since he last had anything, anything worth time away from his busy schedule, this intrigued him, so much so he doesn’t move any further, the risk was the only thing pushing Rick further into the lustful spiral you casted.
Unexpectedly he moves back into place, back into your open palm. He felt heavier than before, filling out the rest of your hand as he settled against your passenger door. Giving him another testy squeeze, you pull back, a pale pink dusting of blush covering both cheeks.
“I- I wouldn’t want to do that…Sheriff”
He composed himself before standing up, not even bothering to ignore the growing ache his erection currently sported, closing in on you this time, he checked both left and right before turning his head bringing most of his focus back onto you.
“You wouldn’t?”
Before you could comply his lips were attacking your own, the same hunger that ate you from the inside out had engulfed Rick entirely, forgetting the risk of being caught and potentially losing his job his tongue rolled against yours, once or twice before pulling away, panting heavily.
Still you lacked the knowledge to understand that this was just to get off of a ticket, not to eagerly attach yourself to the town’s sheriff, but it proved hard when he towered over you, keeping an arm above your lowering form.
Knees hitting the cold concrete of the road, the bulge that continued to grow repeatedly gained your attention. Rick had no idea what had managed to possess him to go such limits to reward his own greed but he couldn’t let this go, not now.
“Y’gonna unzip my trousers…take me out, maybe, just maybe I’ll let you off”
You waste no time in following his instructions, finger tips tampering with the metal zipper before you pull it down, a desperate hand sinking into his confines, easily fishing for the protruding muscle.
Succeeding in your task, you eventually pull him out, fighting with the small hole that you could only pull him through. He was thick, thicker then you had seen before, the tip a dark shade of red, angry, almost as if he was seeking some sort of pleasure out of this also.
You gawk at the view, almost uncertain you couldn’t possibly except such size into your mouth. Meeting his eyes once again he manages to slide you a knowing glare.
“God Rick- how do you even- just how?”
You question before giving him a few teasing tugs, his balls full and heavy at the same time making it much more intimidating. It felt right to have him fully engrossed in your palm, Rick was a fumbling mess already, his own hand couldn’t compare to another’s, to yours.
“Fuck-“
A sense of pride ran through you in waves which inevitably pushes you to wrap your lips around his tip seductively, forcing his attention back down, watching as you slowly surpassed each inch.
“Y’gonna take it all sweetheart, no holding back now”
Anticipating the eventual moment you reach the trimmed levelling of hair, Rick’s hand grow heavier in your hair, bunching up the locks, guiding you down until your nose settled against his pubic bone, taking in the overwhelming, natural musk that spoke nothing but of Rick himself.
The officer above clutched the roof of his cruiser which slightly grounded him before allowing a subtle grunt to surpass his open lips, almost immediately he couldn’t contain his want to see how far you would go with this, how far your limits would take you.
“God you’re sweet- come on honey, show me how much you don’t want this ticket”
Resting the back of your head against his car door, you feel every ridge and vein pull away, just enough until he stood proud again before ushering most of his length back in, cramming the rest into the back of your throat.
Rick was big, to big to not worry about, you convulse, choking around the tip that claimed your awaiting throat which was now full of him and his manhood.
He smirks, almost seeking the moment you would turn into the mess he knew you can become, watching how your lips stretch into an “o” to accompany his size.
“Such a cock slut, wonder what ya daddy would think? How easy you are, how much of a slut ya are”
His mouth was vulgar which resembled the quickened pace he set, rolling his hips back and forth to force your throat to accommodate his size, to worship what he was giving. Trying your best to nod, Rick chuckled at your weak efforts, to busy using the mouth you were so willing to give to bother with his words.
The comforting presence of Rick’s hand lightly on your head had you desperately slurping him between your saliva slicked lips, each glob trickling down your chin with every roll of his hips.
“You were fuckin’ hungry for it sweetheart, look at ya, takin’ it like a champ-“
When he sped up, the noises got louder, lewd and slick which resembled your current state, tear stained cheeks and abused, puffy red lips. You sucked harder, Rick’s voice became strained as a string of profanities fell from his mouth.
“Fuckin’ close-“
He growled, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf, claiming what was his. Each twitch of his manhood followed the rest, the weight of him growing heavier by the second.
“So wet, so fuckin’ inviting- ya were made for me, a fuckin’ dream”
Each pummel of his hips, each pressing of his groin into your face had you achy and leaky between your thighs, making a mess of your jeans. He kept you still, the cool metal of his car door keeping you grounded enough to eye the man above, vision blurred by the continuous tears he created.
His cheeks were flush and his panting grew heavy, each second that passed he grew tired and sloppy, his hips rolling languidly, pressing himself impossibly deeper, triggering your gag reflex until he couldn’t go any more.
“Gonna cum, paint them pretty little features, open wide for me honey-“
Just as you were about to pull off with a pop, he yanks himself back and outwards, hands tugging on his slick cock. Once his eyes roll back and the same low groan from before slips from his chest, deeply, you stick out your tongue, collecting each streak of white liquid that shot from his bulbous tip.
“Take it all- fuck-“
Rolling your tongue back after he stilled, catching his breathe, you finally taste what he was all about, swallowing the thickness that lingered on your tongue, tangy yet sweet, almost earthy.
Pleased with his work, sea-like blues resting back onto the face he just ruined, it couldn’t get any better, his thumb traced over your bottom lip, running through the saliva-cum mix before pressing his thumb upwards into your mouth.
His cock now flaccid still covered with spit and the reminder of his finish, he uses his other hand to tuck himself away before watching you swallow what his thumb offered, pulling away, he wipes it on your shirt, retreating to his trouser pocket to fish out a yellow piece of paper.
Inside was his number, although you had no clue, the indents of numbers on the folded paper had told you enough.
Your hands wandered greedily over the perfectly trained body pressed against you. Rough, calloused hands larger than yours did the same to you. He crumples your perfectly smooth buttoned shirt and desperately tries to pry it off your body.
Lips hastily kiss across your neck and jaw before traveling to your own lips. Right before they could touch, you stopped the oncoming head. “You want to kiss me a bit too much for a straight guy, don’t you think?” you asked the other man in a cold, almost dismissive voice.
Through slightly blurry eyes, you could see him shrug with that stupid goofy smile plastered over his face. “Not everyone can have sex without feelings with anyone they want, you know?” That was a dig at you, but you ignored it. Instead, you stared into those deep dark brown eyes that you’d fallen into many times before, and in one quick movement, you pulled out his belt.
“How about you finally shut up and fuck me? Do the only thing a dirty slum boy like you is good for!”
It was like a switch had been flipped in his head. His happily shimmering eyes darkened, and the smile became predatory. At an unimaginable speed, he turned you around and slammed your head against the tiled wall. Only to bend you over seconds later. You could barely hold on to the sink to your left.
Without hesitation, he unbuckled your belt and pulled down your pants. He gently massages your cheeks with his big hands, only to press his middle against your crack.
A satisfied moan escaped your lips as you felt his massive, heavy, hard cock rubbing through his pants between your cheeks.
Seeing the uneasiness on your face, he positioned you so that you could place both hands on the sink to give you the needed space. But it wasn’t all for you alone. He put you right in front of the mirror so he could see himself dominate a man he wouldn’t have thought would even look at him just a few years prior. And indeed, the few times your paths have crossed, you’ve ignored him. Which only made him want you even more.
He took a long, hard look at you through the mirror before crouching behind you and pulling your cheeks apart. He teasingly breathed on your heated pink hole. It made you squirm.
"I swear by all that’s holy if you don’t stick your damn tongue up my hole right now! I’m going to walk away!”
A chuckle rumbled through your body, but not yours. “So bossy,” he murmured while teasing you a bit more. “Think about it again when in a few moments, you’ll be moaning my name and begging me to fill you up like the high-class whore you are!”
A strange feeling ran down your spine. Only this insufferable man could bring this feeling to you. But before you could be identified it. His rather long and large tongue - like everything else on its body - did what he had promised.
His name slipped from your lips so quickly that you wondered when he got so good at it. Because when he gave you a rimjob, he was awful. But you couldn’t think about it for long because far too soon, instead of his name, incomprehensible moans echoed loudly through the bathroom.
But as suddenly as he went down, he got back up just as quickly. You turned your head around in confusion because you just got into it. There he was, lips puckered, ready for a kiss, but you just rolled your eyes. “Idiot,” you mumbled. “As I said, a worthless guy like you is only useful for fucking, so does the one-”
Before you could finish your degrading tirade, he’d had enough of your dirty mouth. He put one hand over it. With his other hand, though, he went around your neck. Not only for stability but also to choke you. To prepare you for the one thing he knew would shut you up. With one hard thrust, his massive length and girth split you open.
The pain was so great that your eyes widened, but you didn’t make a sound. “Ah, there’s your pretty face again,” he teased you while forcing your face up so you could look at each other through the mirror. He flexed his arm muscles around your neck while at the same time manually pulsing his cock in your heat. His teasing smile faltered and reverted to his predatory grin. “And you finally shut your obnoxious fucking mouth!”
You could see his dirty grin through unfocused eyes. Pulling yourself together enough to move your hand, but before you could do anything, he drew his cock out, making you moan only to ram it back in, eventually eliciting a small scream from you. “Come,” he breathed heavily, “Say my name!”
You would never give him this satisfaction. And he wasn’t pushing, just concentrating on not cumming in your heat immediately. “Shit, you’re still so damn tight,” he moaned in your ear. You didn’t even realize that he was lying on your back and that his head was this fucking close to yours. “How is that- Ughhh- possible? Ughhh, damn it, so good!”
He talked too much for your liking, so much that this strange feeling in your stomach finally exploded. For a second, everything around you went black. You could feel your body relax, and then you were gone.
But only for a short moment.
"Ah, you’re back,” he happily confirmed, never stopping to fuck you deep and hard once.
Unable to comprehend what had just happened, they tried to push themselves off the sink. Only to see yourself held by a big hand. The hand that was on your mouth now engulfed your waist.
“What happened?“ You asked breathlessly.
“Sorry,” he said apologetically, but you could see in the mirror that he was anything but sorry. “Fucked you too good. You came your pants.” His voice turned teasingly, “Just like a little teenage boy.”
"Idiot!” you mumble angrily. It wasn’t the first time it happened, and only he could bring you to that edge, but probably the most humiliating. You hoped it wouldn’t seep through your underwear.
You stared at him through the mirror, and he met your gaze. It felt almost romantic to you as he held and looked at you. So careful, but totally destroying you at the same time. It was in stark contrast to what you believed he would be as a lover, a total brute. As you looked at him two years ago in a meeting where he was staring you down, you thought he would destroy you, pull out when he was done, kick you to the floor, and spit on you before walking away. But you were completely wrong.
Your hands greedily wandered back to his buttoned shirt once you had regained the strength, trying to open it to no avail.
“What are you doing?” he asked, laughing. It had sent another shockwave through your body.
“Open… Chest!“
He just shook his head, still grinning from ear to ear. Without even losing his fucking rhythm one bit, he pushed you forward again and used the hand he had been holding your neck with to unbutton his shirt.
Another groan escaped your throat as you saw his heavily tattooed chest. The centerpiece of this art piece was the snake tattoo on his neck. “Happy?” He asked you, slapping your butt a few times.
But you were already at it, massaging his muscular pecs and impressive eight-pack. The road from the boyish-looking guy he was to this peak of masculinity he became was a steep one. You’ve always found him attractive, even when you first met him many years ago. But it wasn’t until you saw him shirtless two years ago that you became really interested in him. Now you would keep him even if he didn’t look like an old god.
Yet, deep down, you hoped that he would never change again. You love his more well-kept looks too much.
You were engulfed in the sexual fog, staring at him through the mirror, watching his face contort whenever he began to pound you regularly. Like a rag doll, you let him do what he wanted with you.
Let’s face it: whatever he would do to you, you would enjoy it. Every little touch of his rough hands, obviously used for lifting heavy loads. Every single look through his cloudy dark eyes. Every grin he shot your way. And every thrust he gave you. You felt alive, wanted, and desired, something no other man could do before him.
When the two of you weren’t shagging, his eyes were filled with concern for you. He was always quick at your side if something happened or if someone got too close to you. He has cock-blocked you more than a hundred times in the last two years just to help you get rid of your sexual frustration afterward. He even went so far as to give you permission to use his body however you wanted. He never had to be afraid of anything because the first time you two shagged in the same bathroom you’re in now, you said straight out that you’re a pure bottom and don’t shag guys who aren’t exclusively tops.
He remembers how direct, headstrong, manly, and unbreakable you were. It made you stand out from all those weak, feminine bottoms whose antics made them seem more like women than men. Something that really put him off. It made it even easier for him to agree to your terms.
He told you that when you both finished and started getting dressed.
But what didn’t he like about you? That his massive cock didn’t unable to walk you. Which could only mean one thing, and he hated it passionately.
Let all those memories float in your foggy brain. A sudden click happened that most certainly could almost be heard from outside.
Confused and shocked, you turn around to him just in time for him to let out a deep moan and fill your ass with his hot cum. His hands gripped your waist painfully, but you didn’t care. Not even that he fell on your back, with his head so god damn fucking close to yours again. His overheated breath tingles down the skin of your neck, along your jaw, and even on your lips.
You could only stare at him, annoyed and angry. He certainly felt the intense stare as his eyes suddenly opened. Realizing what he was doing, he cleared his throat and straightened his back but stayed inside you for a moment longer. He pulled his suit jacket from his arms, wrapped so tightly around them that it seemed like they were about to rip apart at any second.
His whole body was wet and glistened in the glow of the lights.
“How long?” you asked, totally out of it.
“About an hour,” he replied cockily.
“Shit!” you exclaimed loudly. Slowly pulling yourself off the huge cock that broke you open once more. “Our fathers will be back any moment. We have to hurry!”
Shortly after that realization, you pulled your pants back up, and as you buttoned them, you looked back. When you saw him leaning against the tiled wall, your knees became like jelly. He was a feast for the eyes, too hot for his own good.
Before he knew it, you were kneeling before him, swallowing his semi-hard cock, fully down your throat and tickling as much as you could with your tongue. He let out a surprised, voluptuous moan.
When you took him out again, you made sure there was no cum left on it before kissing its top. When you came back up, you popped a peppermint in your mouth. “I need to make sure my favorite part of yours is clean, don’t I?” you asked teasingly, successfully turning the tables on him. But still with a cold, calculated mask on your face. Almost as if the mind-blowing sex you just had never happened.
You saw a faint blush rushing over his face for the first time since you knew him. He tried to hide it by looking away quickly.
You could only laugh at that as you grabbed your buttoned shirt, which had ended up in the sink at some point. When you buttoned it up again, you could feel an all-too-familiar stare on you. You couldn’t keep a smile from spreading on your lips as you caught a glimpse of the handsome man, as his eyes followed your delicate fingers.
Before you reached the last button, you suddenly stopped moving your fingers, confusing the tall, broad man and forcing him to look you in the eye.
Unlike usual, he was not confronted with coldness, arrogance, or even disdain. It was more of a neutral glint in your eyes.
Just as he was about to say something, you lunged forward. And before you knew it, he had your right arm in an iron grip. You weren’t shocked. After all, he was once a street fighter. “What was that, little mouse?"
You hated that name, and he knew it, but instead of stopping it, he is using it to annoy you. "Just a mint. Asshole,” you mumbled the last part.
Frowning, he looked at your hand, not believing your words. But as he inspected your hand more closely, he actually found a peppermint between two fingers. Slowly, still unsure, he loosened his grip and extended his hand so the candy could be dropped in it.
Instead of doing so, however, you moved your hand closer to his mouth. Annoyed, he opened it to say something, but before he could say something, you stuck your fingers inside and dropped the candy onto his tongue. Before you could pull them out, he closed his mouth in shock and pressed his tongue against your fingers to keep them in place. Feeling the hot warmth and wetness of his tongue sent a shockwave right back to your cock, waking it up again.
An awkward silence settled over the two of you after finally getting your fingers back and drying them on the side of your shirt.
He let the candy drift through his mouth, still quite confused as to why you did that. But when he moved a little bit, you were freed from the spell too. It gave you the possibility to get your jacket.
He let himself slide down the wall a bit, somehow disappointed. He folded his arms across his chest and finally spoke up again. “What is your second favorite part of me?” He asked, mumbling. His face distorted in frustration.
“My third is your upper body,” you whispered. Suddenly very close to the other man. Before he knew it, you pressed yourself against him. Gently you took his chin between two of your fingers and turned his head towards you. Your face was already extremely close. It only took the blink of an eye for your lips to collide with his. So gently that the taller of the two could barely feel it, and yet it finally happened.
He didn’t move an inch. Too shocked by your lips on his mouth. Something he had dreamed of for years. Now that it finally happened, he was frozen, and you had all the power. But the kiss didn’t last long, to his greatest dismay.
He wanted to pull you back and give you the kiss you both wanted. But before he could, you were already out of his reach. “Just so you know, I’m not heartless,” you told him angrily. “And for the books.” You got slightly closer to him again, whispering the next part into his ear, “You’re the only idiot I’ve fucked within the last two years.”
It shocked the other man so much that his mouth opened wide, and his intense gaze on you became even more fierce. You had already turned your head away and were looking straight at the door where you were heading to. Without looking back, you opened it and left.
The other man was confused. His heart was fluttering and aching at the same time. Even small, hot balls of water gathered in the corners of his eyes.
When the door opened again, he quickly wiped away the tears before they could be seen. “Your eyes, Sweet Pea. My second favorite thing about your body is your eyes. After all, they were the part of you that made me fall in love with you.”
Your cheeks were already flushed before you could even say a word; when you finally expressed your true feelings, they were so red you could have been mistaken for a tomato. Feelings that, until today, you had no idea you even had. Sweet Pea was completely shocked. He couldn’t reply to you before you were gone again.
But one thing is for sure. He would soon make you his. Now there were no more obstacles to overcome. With your feelings in the open field, he had everything he needed.
