A/N. JEFF DESERVES BETTER! And because of this, and because I am trash, I rewrote the ending of episode 9 - Clay doesn’t leave, Hannah and Sheri don’t knock over the stop sign, and everyone is safe. I hope you guys like it, and I am more than willing to take requests. Feel free to message me guys. Let’s cry together.
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The music was blasting, the beer was flowing, and Jessica and Justin were on the verge of procreating on the couch. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at the two sophomores and squeezed through the crowd, balancing the two drinks in her hands as she weaved around the drunk teenagers. She finally made it outside, sucking in a breath of the cooling autumn air and sighing. She was pretty sure Monty had brushed up against her ass. Horny asshole.
She looked around the far less populated, but still crowded, front yard, picking out her boyfriend from the way his poofy hair stood out above everyone else. He was talking to Clay, and as she approached she saw him roll his eyes violently, his whole body swaying with the force of it.
Damn Jensen, she thought with a laugh, you’re gonna break my boyfriend of you and Hannah don’t bang soon.
“Baby, your eyes are gonna get stuck like that.”
Jeff turned, his face changing as he looked at her. He lit up, grinned, and looked her up and down. “Hey babe! Listen, tell Clay he’s being stupid alright?”
She sighed, holding out his drink. “Coke for you, and Clay, you’re being an idiot.”
“I’m leaving.” Clay threw up his hands, exasperated.
“Woah,” (Y/n) lunged forward, catching his arm. Something was obviously wrong, he always played along with her and Jeff, and he was nervous, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “What’s up Clay? You alright?”
“I’m fine.” He shrugged out of her grip. “I just wanna go home alright?”
“Hannah kicked him out of the bedroom.” Jeff said, crossing his arms. “And now Clay’s being a baby and won’t go talk to her about it. Go talk to her Clay.”
“Leave him alone,” She elbowed his side. “If Clay is too afraid to–”
“I’m not afraid!” Clay snapped. He looked between the two of them, mouth moving soundlessly, and he growled, spinning on his heel and charging towards the house. “I know what you two assholes are doing!” He shouted over his shoulder, shoving Zach out of the way as he reentered the house, flashing you both the middle finger.
“Wow.” (Y/n) laughed softly, looking up at Jeff and cradling her Palm Bay in both hands. “He is so whipped.”
“Yup.” Jeff wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side. “How’re you doing?”
She tilted her face up, kissing him softly. He smiled against her mouth, teeth catching her bottom lip playfully, and she shivered. But there were too many jocks around to really get into it right now. Damn the jocks. She broke away, taking a sip of her drink to keep from kissing him again. “I’m good. You? Jessica managed to remove her tongue from inside Justin’s mouth long enough to tell me they need more beer, and Sheri’s moving the car so you can get out.”
He nodded, attention a little too focused on her mouth and not enough on what she was saying. She nudged his side and he sighed, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry. Yeah I’m good. There’s no vodka in this right?” He wiggled the red cup.
She shook her head. “You have practice tomorrow, I figured you wouldn’t want to drink anymore.”
He kissed her temple, pulling her harder against his side until she was drowning in the smell of him. She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thanks baby.”
“Love you.” She mumbled into his chest. Booze made her sentimental.
“Love you too.” He smiled down at her. “You wanna come?”
She nodded. He slid his hand down her back, giving her ass a quick pat. She smacked his hand, laughing, and he grinned down at her, pulling her towards the car. They settled in, and his hand found her knee, tapping a beat against the side of her leg as he turned on the car and the radio started blasting. He started singing along to some country song that made her roll her eyes, but when he looked at her dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows at her, she was forced to sing along.
“OH AND I’M HIGH ON LOVING YOU, HIGH ON LOVING YOU!” He pointed to her, bobbing his head.
“I’m leaving you.”
“I love you too.” He winked at her as he pulled into the beer store parking lot. “Wait here while I run in?” He asked, getting out of the car.
“No I’ll come.” She reached for her door handle, but Jeff pointed the control at the car and clicked the lock button. The door handle jerked in her hand, but the door stayed closed. “Seriously?” She undid the lock, and he pressed the button again, winking at her. He grabbed the passenger side handle, pressed the button again, and opened the door for her.
“M’lady.” He smiled with a mock-bow.
She rolled her eyes. “You are so lame.”
He leaned forward, pecking her lips. “I love you.”
She sighed, taking his hand as he led her towards the store. “I love you too you big dork.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders again, and her arms slid around his waist as they browsed the store, grabbing a couple six packs and some more coolers. He also grabbed a bag of chips, some candy, and a smoothie that he knew she liked. She kissed him again for that, pressing his back against the freezer. His hands found her ass, her fingers tangled in his hair and played with his earring, and they didn’t stop until he mumbled something about getting frostbite in a place that would stop this from going much further into the sensitive skin of her neck. She laughed, pushing him away and squeezing her legs a little closer together as they walked over to the cash register. He pinched her ass while they waited in line, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back flush against his chest. As punishment, she rolled her hips backwards, grinding them against his front subtly, making him groan. Served him right, trying to tease her. Little asshole.
He payed fast, practically throwing money at the cashier, grabbed (y/n) around the knees, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked, laughing and kicking and smacking his back.
“Put me down you idiot!” She laughed. “What the hell Jeff?” She bumped his stomach with her knee, causing him to grunt.
“Whoops.” She said sarcastically. “Put me down.”
Don’t move so much babe, I’m gonna drop the beer.” He nudged her hip with his chin, shifting the heavy box between his hands.
“Maybe if you put me down I could help carry stuff.” She rolled her eyes at his antics, but she was blushing and enjoying her lovely view of his ass.
“Just enjoy the view babe.” He teased, approaching the car. “Shit you’re heavy.”
She rolled her eyes. “Thanks honey, I love you too.”
He put the beer on top of the car and put her down, barely giving her a second to adjust to the change in gravity before he had her back pressed against the car door, fingers tunneling into her hair as he kissed her. She laughed against his mouth, running her hands over his chest, and then pushed him away gently.
“Baby,” he groaned, bumping his hips gently against hers.
“We can’t,” she shook her head, breathless. “Gotta take the beer back, then check on Clay and Hannah, drive them home, and then we can go home and–” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, mind wandering to why exactly they could do when they got home.
His eyes widened when he saw where her mind was going. “Really?” He asked, voice husky.
She nodded. “But we’ve gotta go fast, before I change my mind.”
“Fuck yes.” He lunged forward, gave her one more rough kiss, and then all but forced her into the car. He grinned as he got into the driver’s seat, right hand settling on her thigh. “I’m gonna get you home so fast your head will spin.” He promised, fingers tapping a beat against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “But after, we’re doing this shit slow.”
She laughed as he jerked the car into gear, peeling out of the parking lot. The tires actually squeaked, and she heard the beer sliding in the back seat.
“Slow down Jeff!” She laughed, grabbing the door handle for support as he took a sharp turn. “You know we have to be alive to–”
Something hit the floor, glass clinking, and she swore, twisting in her seat. Jeff slowed down considerably, both because they were approaching a busier street and because she was undoing her seatbelt.
“What are you doing?”
“The beer’s gonna fall.” She shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it, put your seatbelt on.” He looked down at her as she twisted in the seat, climbing over the plastic space between the two seats to reach the back. “Seriously babe. It’s not safe for you to be doing that. Crap.” He twisted the wheel violently to make the turn onto a backroad as they drew closer to Jessica’s house.
“Shit!” she swore. “Jeff keep your eyes on the road.”
“Maybe if you stayed in your seat you wouldn’t be bumping around back there.” He shot a look at her, getting an eyeful of her jean-clad ass. “Why am I complaining again?” He turned his attention back to the road.
“It’s fine.” She groaned, twisting back into her seat, the box of drinks in her hands. “See? I got it.” She smiled at him.
“So flexible.” He winked at her, slowing down at the intersection. “Come on baby put your seatbelt on.”
“Alright alright,” she nodded, balancing the box of beer onto the dashboard and twisting to put on her seatbelt. “You’re such a mom Jeff you know that?”
“Come on you love it.” He looked at her in the mirror as he sped up again. “But I mean, I prefer being called–”
Everything happened really fast. One second he was making an innuendo, the next another car sped through the intersection, slamming into the back of the car. They fishtailed, cars sliding on the wet asphalt, and (y/n) screamed. Jeff spun the wheel, slamming on the brakes, as the car slid towards the concrete barrier. They both jerked forward, (y/n) slamming into Jeff’s outstretched arm. The beer slid off the dashboard and slammed into (y/n)’s legs. The car slid to a stop, and they both sat there, panting.
Jeff swallowed, looking over at (y/n) who was staring at him with wide eyes. She didn’t seem aware of the sticky beer splashed across her chest, stomach and lap, or the metal can balancing on her knee. Her knuckles were white, wrapped around the armrest of the door, and all the blood had rushed from her face. He lowered his arm, resting his hand on her knee. He tightened his grip on her thigh until his hand stopped shaking.
“A-are you,” Jeff swallowed, “Are you okay?”
She nodded, still looking at him with wide eyes.
“You sure?” He looked down at the beer in her lap. “Babe you’re covered in beer.”
She nodded again. “Baby, did you–” she ran a shaky hand through her hair, “did you just soccer mom me?”
“What?” He laughed, a sharp, nervous bark, but it was enough. They both started breathing again. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the headrest, and he started running his thumb over her thigh, his other hand releasing a death grip he didn’t realize he had on the doorknob. “Holy fuck. Are you okay?”
She blinked, running her hand through her hand again. “I um, no. My legs really fucking hurt.”
“Seriously?” Jeff put the car in park and took off his seatbelt, turning in his seat. “Shit what’s wrong?”
“Nothing I just– oh my god!” She pointed at the window and Jeff jumped, twisting in his seat. His heart skipped a beat when he saw an old man tap on the glass of his window. He swallowed, turning to look at (y/n), who shrugged, eyes like saucers. He turned back to the window, keeping his hand on her leg.
“Um, hi?” He rolled down the window.
“Are you alright?” The old man asked, looking onto the car with a face full of concern. “I’m so sorry! I was on the phone, I wasn’t looking, I- I’m so sorry. Are you two okay?” He leaned forward to get a closer look at (y/n), making Jeff’s grip tighten on her thigh. “Are you okay honey?”
(Y/n) nodded shakily. “Are- are you okay sir?”
“I’m fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me sweetheart. Are you sure you two are alright?” The old man was practically shaking as he looked between the two of them, wringing phone between his hands in guilt. He reminded Jeff of his own granddad. “We should call 911.”
Jeff shook his head. His seventeen year old girlfriend was probably still a little buzzed, and he wasn’t sure what his blood alcohol content was. He knew he was okay to drive, and that he hadn’t done anything wrong, but he didn’t want to risk it. “We’re okay. Don’t worry about it.”
“No, listen I- I dented the back of your car. I should pay for the damage.” The man reached for his wallet. “I can–”
“That’s okay.” Jeff interrupted, but the man wouldn’t be stopped.
“Give me your home number at least. I’ll get in touch with your parents, we’ll figure this out.”
The man wouldn’t take no for an answer, and Jeff eventually gave in. The two swapped contact information, and Jeff called his parents, explaining what had happened and letting the man talk to them. Jeff turned his attention back to his girlfriend, who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat.
“Are you okay?” He asked, half inside the car, leaning over the driver’s seat to look at her. “You’ve got glass and crap on you.”
“I’m fine.” She nodded.
He couldn’t tear his eyes off the glass littering her lap, the drying beer and streaks of blood from where the glass had cut her up. “Baby–”
“I promise I’m okay.” She nodded again. “My eyes are up here Jeff.” He chuckled softly, more to humour her than anything else, and tore his eyes up to meet hers. They were wide and shiny with nervous tears, and he reached out and took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“I love you.” He said quietly, trying to put as much meaning as he could into the three words they had been tossing around casually all night. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” She gave him a watery smile, squeezing his hand. “I’m okay. I promise.”
Four hours later, after the cops and ETM had cleared them to go home, and (y/n)’s parents had taken her home to pick up some stuff, she was in his room, lying on his bed. Their parents had allowed them to have a sleepover, the first one they knew about, after what had happened. It wasn’t even a dangerous accident, but everyone was freaked out. (Y/n)’s parents approved of him, and while her dad was obviously not thrilled by the sleepover, all four parents had agreed that the two of them needed this. And while Jeff wanted to convince everyone that he was fine and that nothing was wrong, he wasn’t going to argue with a parent-approved night spent with his girlfriend.
At first (y/n) had stood hesitantly in his doorway, her hands playing nervously with the strap of her duffel bag. “I um, I know we had… other plans for tonight, but,” she sighed.
“Hey,” He laughed softly, getting off the bed and walking over to her, pulling her into a hug with his right arm. His left shoulder was sore from the jerk of his seat belt. “You’re on a crapton of pain killers because of your legs, and I’ve got a sore shoulder, plus, you know, we almost died earlier, so get in my bed and cuddle with me.”
She smiled. “You’re not upset we’re not gonna do anything else?”
“My parents are in the other room with their ears to the door probably, so we weren’t gonna get much done anyway.” He shrugged. When she rolled his eyes and smacked his chest he pulled her tighter against his side and kissed the top of her head. “It’s fine baby. I just wanna hold you.”
“You’re perfect.” She mumbled, looking up at him and smiling. “I love you Jeff.”
He leaned forward and kissed her gently, sliding both arms around her waist and pulling her tight against him, ignoring the twinge of pain through his shoulder. Her hands slid up his stomach, grabbing fistfuls of the loose t-shirt he was wearing and tugging his closer. He felt her shiver against him and pulled away, looking down in concern. Her bottom lip quivered and his eyebrows drew together. “What’s wrong beautiful?”
“I–” Her voice cracked, and tears spilled out of her eyes. She hid her forehead in his chest. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “I just, I–” her breath hitched. “I just can’t shake this feeling that something really bad just happened.”
“Why?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her close. “Baby we’re fine. Everything’s okay.”
“I know but– but–” she shuddered, a sob slipping free as she slid her arms around his waist.
Jeff walked backwards, pulling her with him until they reached the bed. He sat down, tugging her into his lap, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She buried her face in the space where his neck met his shoulder and cried.
“We’re okay,” he said quietly, running his fingers up and down her spine. “We’re both fine. My shoulder’s gonna be sore for a couple weeks, and you’re gonna be kinda bruised, and probably not be able to wear shorts for a while, which now that I think about it is actually pretty terrible I take back everything I just said this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to us.”
She laughed, sniffling, and wiped her eyes. “Shut up dummy.”
He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. “See? We’re okay.”
She nodded, wiping her eyes. “Yeah. I’m sorry, I just, I can’t imagine losing you.”
“Well you’re not going to, so problem solved.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m not going anywhere okay baby? And I promise I’m gonna drive safer, and I’m never gonna scare you like this any more okay?”
“It wasn’t your fault.” She shook her head, wiggling out of his lap and lying down. She grabbed his snuggle-pillow and wrapped her arms around it. “It was just scary you know? I thought we were gonna hit the concrete, and I could just see it, I could see smoke, and, and blood, and you weren’t moving, and–” her eyes welled up with tears again.
Jeff lay down on his side, propping himself up on his arm. “Come here.”
She moved forward so he could wrap his arm around her waist. “I’m sorry,” she shrugged, sniffling again, “I’m okay, I’ll be fine. I just want you to hold me.”
“Well that I can do.” Jeff smiled softly, laying down on his back. “Oh wait, hang on a second.” She moved back, giving him room to sit up. He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, then winked at her. She snorted and he wiggled his eyebrows. “How much does this make you feel better?” He asked, flexing his chest and arms.
She laughed softly. “Much better. Thank you baby.”
He lay back down, kissing the tip of her nose, and patted his chest. “Come here to me honey.” He dropped his voice and wiggled his eyebrows again. (Y/n) giggled and rested her head on top of his chest, sliding her hands around his waist and hooking one leg over both of his. He wrapped his arms around her back, one hand reaching up to play with the ends of her hair while the other rubbed soothing circles against her hip. He kissed the top of her head.
“I love you Jeff Atkins.” (Y/n) mumbled sleepily.
He hummed, his chest rumbling. “I love you too beautiful. So much. And I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
A/N: I never understood the “Daddy” kink, and then I laid eyes on Chanyeol and I have been fucked up ever since. I feel like this goes without saying, but, uh, smut.
You were backstage before a show. It was the final show of tour, and you were ecstatic to have Chanyeol home for an extended period of time after this.
You had been hanging out with all of the guys before the show as they had hair and make up done. You were sat on a chair next to the door watching the whole process.
They had decided to straighten Chanyeol’s locks and, though you loved his bouncy curls, when his hair was done like this, it did something extra for you.
“Ten minutes until show time. Let’s get mics on,” you heard the stage manager call out. The guys started piling out of the room. You called good luck wishes after them. They grinned and waved at and high-fived you on their way out.
Chanyeol hung out behind to give you a quick kiss. You whispered, “good luck, daddy,” against his lips. He immediately straightened up; you heard the door slam shut and the lock turn.
Next thing that you knew, you were against that same door. Chanyeol was pressing your wrists against it firmly with his large hands.
Request from anon: Hey!! Could you possibly write an imagine where she is a little wary of Draco judging her whenever he walks past as she really likes him. But she is like Hermione where she has her head in books quite a lot and so quickly hides it when he walks past but he notices it and with a smirk comes and sits next to her and eventually tells her he likes her in some way with a wink?? Thankyou I think you’ll crush it
Thank you for requesting anon, I’ll be turning requests off after hitting post on this. I’m sorry if any of you have any ideas - I have a month until I take my exams and I really need to be revising. I’m honestly so sorry but I’ll obviously upload from time to time with the requests that have already been submitted and after my exams are finished it’ll get back to normal. So, I updated my masterlist in case any of you wanted to see all of my posts.
“You know, there should be a rule against you wearing clothes in this house….“Roman trailed off, attention occupied by my breast. He pulled a nub in his mouth, sucking and licking it greedily.
“You’re a pervet.”
“And you’re a tease.”
I moaned when his huge hand grasped both of my breast, rolling the nipples with his. thumbs.
“You’ve been a very bad little girl lately, though. I think it’s time for Daddy to teach you some respect.” He said, licking the skin between my breast.
“Daddy? Really? You know I find that kink highly disturbing.” I said, looking at him as if he were crazy.
“And I find you not sleeping with me for two whole days highly disturbing.” He responded, looking into my eyes from between my breast.
“You survived.” I said dismissively.
“Oh, you poor baby.” I told him, mockingly.
“Now, you’ve made the Big Dog mad, baby girl.” He said kissing his way toward my throbbing pussy. Suddenly, he stopped.
“Actually, I wanna try something.” He got up off of the bed and made his way to my dresser, opening the top one. I felt my face flush heavily when he took out the pink vibrator I kept stored there.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I asked, embarrassed that he knew I had one.
“Don’t worry, (y/n). I just want to play with you for a little bit. That’s all.” He said, crawling back into the bed.
He was kneeling in between my spread legs, face inches away from where I needed him the most. Then, he brought the vibrator up and turned it on.
“Let’s see if the tease likes being teased.” He said with a wicked smirk, throwing me a wink.
My body jumped once he started rubbing the vibrator on my clit in slow, torturous circles.
“Ahhh, damn…” I moaned out quietly, focusing on the pressure that was currently rubbing my clit.
“You like that?” Roman asked, licking his lips, intently watching my pussy drip with need.
“Ugh! Yes!” I moaned out when he turned up the level on the toy. He started running it up and down my womanhood, eliciting a string of profanities from my lips.
I started rocking my hips upward, looking for more friction, but he pulled the toy away. I groaned in dissapointment.
“Awww, what’s wrong baby girl?” He asked, mocking me the way I did him earlier.
“Stop fucking playing, Ro! Get back to work!” I yelled at him, beyond frustrated and more than turned on at this point.
He just laughed. “I’m a little too old to be playing games, sweetheart.” He brought the vibrator back up to my pussy, slowly circling my opening with it. “And the only one who’s gonna be going to work is you.”
With that, he shoved the vibtator up my soaked cunt. “Fuck!” I yelled out, glad to have something up my throbbing pussy.
“Come on, (y/n). Fuck yourself with your toy, baby.” Roman teased, removing his hand from the hilt of the toy and placing mine on it.
I started fucking myself with the vibrator slowly, maintaining eye contact with him. I started shoving it in me faster and harder when I saw him grabbing his cock, jerking it in time with the vibrator I was shoving up my pussy.
His eyes lowered themselves to where I was moving the pink toy in and out of myself. “Rub that swollen clit of yours. Fuck that pussy good for me!” He demanded, jerking his cock harder.
“Oh shit!” I moaned, loudly when I started rubbing my clit like Roman told me to.
“You ‘bout to cum, baby?” Roman asked, voice husky due to the hand rapidly moving up and down his thick cock.
“Yes!” I moaned out, rubbing my clit and fucking myself with the vibrator harder. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Good.” He muttered, leaning forward to slap my hands away and snatching the pink toy out of my tight pussy in the process.
“Ro!!! What the actual fuck!” I yelled at him, thinking of ways to murder his ass in his sleep.
“I did say I was gonna tease you…” He trails off leaning in to my cheek.
I narrowed my eyes dangerously at him.
“I hate you.” I said lightly.
“You love my dick, though.”
“Oh, screw you!”
“Soon, babe. Soon.” He said, throwing me a dazzling smile. Why is he so damn attractive.
He ran his hand through his hair, arm muscles flexing as he did so, then leaned forward, his breath playing with my lips.
“I was planning on dominating your little ass tonight, but now I’m having second thoughts.” He finished, leaning even further in to run his tongue along my bottom lip.
Roman moved to my left, laying his body down next to mine with his feet planted firmly on the mattress.
“I’m gonna sit my ass right here and watch you do all the work. Now come sit down on my cock.” He demanded, raising up to lean back on his forearms.
I scrambled over to his lap, admiring the sight before me. His cock looked intimidating, laying there against his stomach, heavily dripping precum. The viens were so pronounced they looked as if they were gonna bust through the skin. And the size of his dick never ceased to amaze me.
I moved to straddle his cock. “Nuh, uh.” I heard him say. I looked at him, confused.
“Turn around. I wanna see your ass bounce every time you go up and down on my dick.”
Fuck, I thought to myself, pussy clenching uncontrollably at the thought.
I turned around and straddled his hips, facing the wall in front of us. I raised my hips up and felt him line up his cock with my opening. I slowly lowered myself onto his thick shaft, hissing at the slight pain that accompanied it.
“God, damn!” I heard him curse once I made it all the down. His cock was so fucking thick. He always filled me up completely, making me feel as if I were being ripped in half.
“Come on, baby girl. Fuck yourself on my cock.” I heard him moan out.
I moaned in response, leaning my body over so that my hands were flat on the bed beneath me. I used that leverage to help me bounce up and down on his hard, fat cock.
“Shit!” Roman cursed, intently watching my ass move as I kept moving myself up and down, grinding my hips once I made it back down.
“Go faster, (y/n). I want you to fuck that cock good. Move that ass, baby girl.”
I moaned, fucking myself harder and faster on the cock wedged between my legs. I was breathing heavily, and the pleasure I was receiving from his thick manhood was driving me insane.
Every time I’d slam my hips back down into his, his cock would poke my g-spot hard. My legs were starting to spasm due to how good his dick was making my throbbing pussy feel.
I leaned forward even more on the bed, letting my forearms support me. I could ride his cock faster at this angle. I started screaming when he started rocking his hips off of the bed, meeting me thrust for thrust, pounding deliciously into my cervix.
“Yeah, that’s it baby! Take all of it! Fuck my cock hard! God, damn!” I heard him growl out, reaching out a hand to smack my left ass cheek. Hard.
“Oh, fuck!” I screamed at the harsh slap. It sent delicious ripples of pleasure straight to my throbbing clit.
“Ro, I’m so close! Keep shoving your cock up in me, please!” I begged him, wanting to cum so fucking bad.
He started shoving his cock in me faster. So fast I could hardly raise my hips up before he was shoving his fat, meaty cock back in me.
I felt Roman raise up a little, grabbing me by my hair and tugging me back into his hard chest.
“Now, tell me,” he whispered, darkly into my ear, never ceasing the brutal pace he in which he was fucking me with his hard cock, “Who’s making your tiny pussy feel this damn good?”
“You!” I cried, trying my hardest to move up and down on his thick cock at this angle.
“What’s my name?” He asked, voice turning dangerously seductive. He started tugging on my hair even harder.
“Roman!” I cried out.
“No!” His deep voice boomed in my ear. He yanked on my hair roughly. I shrieked in pain.
“What’s. My. Fucking. Name?” He growled in my ear, accentuating each of his words with a sharp thrust into my sensitive vagina.
“Daddy!” I shrieked. “It’s Daddy!” I felt my pussy clamp down hard on the thick cock fucking me senseless
“Good girl” he crooned out sexily, pinching my clit between his thumb and pointer finger as a reward.
I came with a loud scream, back arching into a perfect bow. I was squeezing my eyes shut so tight my head was starting to hurt. Roman didn’t slow down his movement through my oragasm. He continued to move his cock in and out, fucking me through it.
I was dead weight leaning up against his chest, now. I just laid there, taking his cock as he continued to shove it back into me.
“Fucking look at you! My cock turned you into a mess. Daddy fucking you that good?” He asked, shoving his dick in me even harder.
Before I knew it, Roman had flipped us over. I was laying front first on the bed, and he was over me, penis still lodged in me.
“Ohhh!” I groaned out, lower stomach starting to hurt due to how hard Roman was shoving his cock in me. “Please, Ro…” I started off, struggling to find words.
“Shhhh,” he started leaning over me, “Don’t talk, baby girl. Just let Daddy keep fucking this tight ass pussy until he cums. You want Daddy’s cum, right?” He asked, stopping his harsh thrust to grind his cock in circles into my pussy.
“Ahhh, yes! I need your cum in me, daddy! Please give it to me!” I begged, not caring about how filthy I sounded.
“You turn into such a whore once I start fucking you. You love this dick that much? Your slutty little pussy needs my cock that damn much?!” He asked huskily, grinding his hips down into mine rougher.
“Oh, my fucking gosh, yes! I always need it! Please fill me up, Daddy!” I whined, throat hoarse from all the yelling.
“Oh, I’ll fill you up, slut! I’m not stopping till I cum all in this little pussy. Until this tight little cunt of yours starts milking this fat cock dry.” He whispered nastily in my ear.
“Oh, shit!” I cursed, feeling another intense oragasm sneak up on me due to his filthy fucking words.
“Damn, baby, again?!” I heard him ask, incredulously. “Shit!” I heard him curse, feeling his cock swell up deliciously in me.
“Yes! Cum in my sluty little pussy, Daddy. Fill your little girl up!” I groaned out, desperate for his cum.
“Fuck!” I heard him roar, slamming his cock, one, two, three times into me before he started filling me up with his seed. I moaned loudly at the feeling of his cock twitching every time more of his seed would leak out that glorious cock directly onto my greedy pussy.
When he finished cumming in me, he pulled his cock out and collapsed next to me on the bed.
“Damn, baby girl,” he started, still trying to catch his breath, “We should get that pussy insured. Would hate for something to happen to it.”
I laughed at his stupidity. “You just did something to it!” I turned over to my right to face him, giving him a tired smile.
“I did, didn’t I?” He said proudly, throwing me a wink.
“I wanna feel hurt for being left out, but that was hot as fuck.” Roman and I jumped at the sound of Tama’s voice.
“When did you get here? I thought you were sleep?” I asked, still breathing heavily.
“About ten minutes ago. I’m pretty sure you guys woke up the whole neighborhood with how loud you were.”
“I bet you can’t make her scream that loud.” Roman said, throwing Tama a cocky grin.
“You wanna bet, pretty boy?”
“Oh, please! You’re just as pretty as me.”
“I’m not pretty, OK. I’m devilishly handsome.” Tama threw back, looking proud of himself.
“Quit lying to yourself, kid.”
“Kid?! I’m older than you, dipshit! And besides…”
I decided to tune out their ridiculous conversation, finding sleep to be more appealing. I turn around, grabbed my pillow, and fell asleep almost instantly.
Could Tama make you scream louder? Hmmmmm…….maybe, maybe not. Who’s to say? 😉😏😈
Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well
Bucky X Reader
angst, self-loathing feelings, use of guns, slow burn.
Ok, I think we can establish by now that this is going to be a slow burn. Next
chapter will probably be from Bucky’s POV, let’s see what’s going on in that
beautiful little mind. English is not my
first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Oh, and I’m
sorry to any professional snipers reading this story, Google helps but, you
pressed the button to call the elevator with a ridiculous grin on your face. If
someone would have ever told you in the past that Sam Wilson would ask you out
someday, you probably would have choked on your laugh. But that was exactly
what had just happened. Maybe you weren’t that bad and unlikeable after all.
That encounter with Sam had worked like a huge brick on your self-esteem
a/n: smut lies ahead, with all those Shawn photos I couldn’t not do it and I got to see the new star wars movie for free so I’m in a good mood so that means writing
It was a cozy Saturday night with a fresh layer of snow on the ground and twinkling lights spread throughout the city. You and Shawn had just finished decorating your Christmas tree and were settled on the sofa enjoying peppermint hot chocolate and a movie. Shawn’s focus wasn’t on the movie though, it was solely on you.
His eyes were focused on the way you licked your lips free of the whip cream that accidentally got on your upper lip. Focused on the way your perfect pink tongue came out and licked the length of the candy cane. He burned the image of your mouth as you licked your sticky fingers into his brain, forever to haunt his dreams and keep him company on lonely nights.
Summary: Jackson’s having trouble calming down after another man puts his hands on you.
Requested by anon!
Jackson was still heated when the two of you came home,
puffing hard and slamming the door behind you.
Everyone knew him for the amount of kindness, love, and care he emitted,
but often forgot that his intensity ran both ways. When he had a reason to be
angry, he was angry.