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mypoisonedvine · 2 months

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𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | riley poole x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - having a girlfriend who can decode secret messages comes in handy when you're a treasure hunter; and having a clingy, needy treasure hunter boyfriend can be annoying when you're trying to decode something, but you find a way to compromise.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 4.4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - SMUT (18+ only, and honestly who under 18 is watching this 20 year old movie about the declaration of independence? regardless, minors go away), established relationship, free use kink, touch of dumbification kink, FLIP PHONES (oh the noughties nostalgia), a totally unnecessary plot because everyone deserves a dose of colonial american history with their filth, riley and reader being nerdlove goals

(honestly can't believe I actually wrote this but now that I did I'm like hold up... is this my new obsession??)

When Ben answered the door obviously not ready, and obviously surprised by Riley’s presence, it didn’t take a genius to put together that he’d forgotten about tonight— which Riley had sort of seen coming, with how many times this one thing had been put off or rescheduled at the last minute. One of the downsides of being a treasure hunter? Your coworkers tend to be somewhat… unreliable.

“Riley— what are you doing here?” Ben wondered.

“Warm greeting as always…” Riley sighed before answering the question: “I'm here to pick you up.”

Ben gave Riley an even more confused look.

“For dinner,” Riley added flatly. “At Talerico’s. To meet my—”

“To meet your new girlfriend, oh god,” Ben realized, “was that tonight?”

“No, it's tomorrow, I'm just picking you up twenty-four hours in advance,” Riley replied snarkily.

“I'm sorry, Riley,” Ben sighed, “I really— I do wanna meet her, Abigail did too— but I completely forgot— can we move this to another night?”

“Ben, we've moved this so many times that she's not even a new girlfriend anymore,” Riley sighed.

“I know, I know, but we can't tonight— Abigail just went out,” Ben justified.

“Where'd the missus go?”

“The library, she's trying to help me with something.”

“A clue? It's another clue, isn't it,” Riley realized, not trying very hard to hide his excitement.

“I was going to call you tomorrow,” Ben explained. “Come in, I’ll show you.”

After walking into Ben’s house and upstairs to the study, Riley wrinkled his brow when Ben handed him the coded message. “Well, that’s just a whole bunch of letters,” Riley noticed.

“Astute as always, Riley,” Ben frowned. “We found them in a journal that belonged to James Madison.”

“Why would James Madison write down a bunch of random letters in his journal?”

“No— each letter was underlined in a different entry. And, at the back, we found this,” Ben continued, showing Riley a scanned parchment.

“GABE FADECCE,” Riley read aloud, changing his mind a few times about the pronunciation. “It’s a name, right?”

“It must be,” Ben shrugged, “but we’ve been searching online for any evidence of a Fadecce family or a Gabriel that worked for or with Madison, and we haven’t found anyone. That’s what Abigail went to the library for.”

“It sounds Italian, could he be Italian?” Riley wondered as Ben set down the images with a sigh.

“I don’t know— possibly, but we’re at a dead end at this point,” Ben replied. “I’m sure we’d have a lot more to work with if we could decipher those letters from the journal entries, but we were up all night trying to figure it out—”

“Not what I’d be up all night doing with my girlfriend, but okay,” Riley interjected.

“And I haven’t gotten anywhere with it,” Ben concluded.

“Wait— you can't solve it?” Riley challenged with a smug grin. “The Ben Gates can't solve a clue?”

“It's not that I can't, it's just that a code like this requires a lot of time,” Ben explained. “I'm a historian, not a cryptographer.”

“We need a codebreaker,” Riley nodded thoughtfully, “somebody who can decode something this complex, and knows enough about the Founding Fathers to have some context for the message...” He tapped on his chin like he was really thinking about it, before proudly smiling and tilting his head in faux-realization. “Hey, how about a former intelligence agent who specialized in decryption, with a master's in world history and beautiful eyes that you can get lost in for hours?”

Ben raised an eyebrow at Riley. “Yes, that would be great— give or take the eyes thing— but where are you gonna find one of those?”

“At Talerico’s,” Riley announced, “waiting at a table for four.”

“Your girlfriend is a cryptographer?” Ben realized with wide eyes.

“I told you you'd like her,” Riley beamed.

Riley was engrossed in his game, furiously clicking the mouse and clacking at the keyboard before mumbling a curse of defeat and pulling the headset off; sighing, he turned around and looked over the back of the couch at you.

He'd only started playing the game because you weren't giving him attention, so it made sense that as soon as he died, he'd go back to bugging you. “Hey,” he greeted plainly, smiling yet clearly fighting the urge to pout.

You were laying on your stomach on the bed, half-dressed, looking at the pages Ben had given you and scribbling notes on a pad. “Hey,” you returned flatly after a pause, adjusting your reading glasses before taking a few more notes.

“You look cute doing that,” he hummed.

“Doing what?”

“Thinking.”

You frowned a little in concentration but didn't look away from your papers. “I like to think I'm always thinking…”

“No wonder you're so cute all the time then,” he cooed, leaning in closer and resting his chin in his hands.

He waited for a moment for you to keep the conversation going, but sighed when you simply continued working on the cipher without paying him any mind.

Getting off the couch with a sigh, he hopped onto the bed and laid beside you, making the mattress bounce a few times. He kept looking at you for a little while, eventually reaching out and rubbing your back for a moment, before sliding himself even closer to you and planting a kiss on your shoulder.

Even with ninety-five percent of your attention on the puzzle in front of you, you could still tell what sort of mood Riley was getting himself into. “Well, there is one thing that makes you stop thinking…” he recalled in a purr, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and giving you a teasing trail of kisses there.

You sighed a little and shrugged him away. “Riley, I need to focus.”

“Baaabe,” he pouted. “I can't help it, you're just so— how am I supposed to resist you like this?”

“I'm literally just laying here,” you noticed.

“You know what you do to me in those bifocals, sweetheart.”

You snorted and finally looked back at him, admiring the puppy dog eyes he was giving you— they almost always worked on you, and he knew it. Sighing in relent, you looked back at the pages in front of you. “I need to get this done, I promised your friend I would finish it in twenty-four hours,” you explained, “but you can go ahead.”

“Go ahead?” he repeated, confused.

“You can just use me, while I work,” you offered flippantly, hardly noticing the way his face turned red.

“R-right… I can just, um… use you. That's— okay, sure,” he coughed nervously.

“Just be quick,” you insisted.

“Yeah, that's a challenge,” he scoffed, shuffling on the bed to straddle your legs and run his hands over your back. “I, uh, like when you wear my shirts,” he informed you, as if feeling his erection press against your ass wasn’t enough of a clue.

“Just get on with it, please?” you groaned.

“Yeah, yeah— sorry…” he mumbled, moving his hands down to your panties which he traced slowly. “These are cute,” he noticed aloud anyways, and you sighed a bit to yourself as you realized how futile it was to try to keep him from talking. You were just going to have to tune him out to get this done.

His fingers shakily hooked into the elastic and pulled your panties down, a low hum echoing in his chest as he looked at you. Grabbing handfuls of your ass and kneading them gently, he mumbled something to himself that you weren’t really paying attention to— until he got your attention suddenly with a quick slap. “Hey!” you yelped, jumping slightly.

“Sorry, sorry,” he breathed through a grin, “couldn’t help myself. I-I won’t distract you anymore, okay? Just, you know, keep working…”

You did just that, of course, re-ordering the papers in your hand to look at the scanned back page again.

He went on mumbling to himself as he shoved his sweatpants down to his thighs to free his cock: “juuuust keep working,” he breathed.

He spit into his hand quickly and smeared it on himself, before nudging in between your legs and pressing himself to your opening.

Admittedly, you did react slightly when he pushed inside you— a wince from the stretch of it, especially without much preparation— but you managed to keep quiet and focus on your work again. “God, so tight,” he groaned, digging his fingers into your hips slightly as he slid deeper. “You're too good to me, baby…”

He pushed as deep as he could go, which was honestly a bit further than you expected at this angle, and leaned over you slightly as he started to move.

“You feel so good,” he praised through a heavy breath, not taking very long to savor the moment before picking up speed. You knew if you reacted too strongly to what he was doing, he'd notice instantly and start trying to pull you away from your work; so, you did your best to focus on the problem, even if you found yourself gripping the pages a bit tighter.

Even if your attention was straight ahead, you almost wished you could see him now— but then again, you had a pretty good idea of what you would see if you looked back: his mouth parted slightly with sighs of pleasure, a subtle pink flush across his face, his eyes going a little glassy as they drifted over you. In fact, you could sometimes feel his gaze on you, especially at those times that his fingers traced your back and hips.

Realizing something suddenly about the cipher in front of you, you put your pen between your teeth and pulled the cap off, biting down on it slightly to hold it in place so you could keep writing on the paper your other hand held. “Fuck, you're so hot,” Riley groaned, starting to thrust a bit more urgently. Resisting the urge to smile to yourself too much, you kept taking your notes and didn't especially pay attention to him behind you, even when his occasional whimpers started to grow louder.

For the most part, you were able to keep your focus. It wasn’t that Riley was especially easy to ignore— certainly not with him going just a bit faster with every thrust— but you were finally on a roll with this puzzle; maybe you would’ve already solved it if it weren’t for your boyfriend, even if he was a welcome distraction.

He panted with each movement, holding on tighter to your hips. “Fuck,” he whispered, leaning down after a moment to rest his forehead on your shoulder. Normally, you would have to stop yourself from reaching back to run your fingers through his hair, but you were too engrossed in your work; and it was a good thing, too, because if you’d done that he almost certainly would’ve grabbed the papers and tossed them away, impatiently demanding for you finish that later and let him finish now.

Instead, it seemed like the pace and intensity of both your decryption and his movements grew together: your writing was hurried while his thrusts were faster and harder suddenly, until you could hear skin hitting skin, his groans muffled slightly as they came out through his teeth.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, taking your pen away from the paper abruptly and looking at your work.

“Yeah, you like that?” he encouraged in a rough voice.

“Oh my god, I solved it,” you announced, hardly noticing how he'd misunderstood your exclamation.

That seemed to break him out of his focus for a moment, and he stopped moving as he leaned down over you, resting his chin on your shoulder to read the page you were holding. “At the place of eighty-five pleas, remove the Crucifiction keys,” he read aloud from the paper— once he managed to navigate your disorganized notes.

“It's a polyalphabetic substitution cipher,” you explained excitedly. “Once I realized the key word was his wife’s name it was relatively simple— aside from having to reverse engineer some Vignere tables—”

“But what does it mean?” he wondered. “What even is a Crucifiction key? Please don’t tell me Ben’s gonna rob some nuns.”

“This was Madison’s journal,” you recalled, “and he co-wrote the Federalist papers with Alexander Hamilton and John Jay— eighty-five pleas— but Hamilton wrote the majority in his home. I think we need to go to his estate, and see if they still have any of the instruments he owned.”

“Instruments?”

“The Crucifiction keys, that threw me off too,” you admitted, “but Hamilton was a pretty accomplished pianist— but he would’ve played the colonial precursor to the piano, the fortepiano, which was created by an Italian inventor named Cristofori. Cristo as in Christ, obviously, and fori meaning ‘holes’. The Crucifiction! The keys are piano keys!”

“But who’s Gabe Fadecce?” he pressed.

“It’s not a name,” you answered, “it’s a song. G, A, B, E, F…” you hummed each note as best you could recall. “If we start at the first key in the bass and take out the first G, A, and so on up the scales, I’m guessing there will be another clue beneath them, or on the back or something.”

“You're amazing,” he smiled, kissing you on the cheek proudly.

“I'll call Ben,” you decided, reaching to pick up your phone from nearby on the bed and flip it open; you hadn't even opened your contacts yet before Riley wrapped his hand around yours and— gently— pulled it away and closed it.

“I'll call Ben,” he offered, “later.”

You turned to look at him, and he smiled at you, though there was something softer and darker about his gaze as it fell slowly to your lips.

“You and I have unfinished business first,” he continued softly before kissing you with more patience than you expected from him after all that…

When he pulled away, you reached up to take off your glasses, but he clicked his tongue as he stopped your hand from moving any further.

“No no no, leave those on,” he encouraged. You grinned before he kissed you again, his weight sinking into your back as he slipped an arm around your shoulders. You moaned softly into the kiss when he started moving again; it was a relaxed pace, but with him draped over you like this, he seemed to go so much deeper.

When he pulled away, you found yourself leaning towards him for more— but he just smirked at you and propped himself upright again, starting to move faster behind you.

“Look back at me,” he requested in a softer voice, and when you turned to look over your shoulder at him behind you, you found him biting his lip at the sight. “Oh god,” he choked on a groan, meeting your gaze before shutting his eyes and tilting his head back. “Fuck, is it weird that you ignoring me kinda turned me on?”

You laughed a little, and shook your head. “No, that's fine… I can go back to it, if you want—”

“No, please— I still like you better like this,” he insisted. “I like how responsive you are.”

He ran his hand up your back and you shivered, rocking your hips up slightly as he ran his fingers over your hair before taking a hold of your shoulder.

“Yeah,” he breathed, something beautifully dark to his voice, “like that.”

He began to fuck you hard— not fast, but intense and deep and just the right amount of impatient— and you didn't even try to hold back the loud whine of pleasure that jumped from your chest. “Fuck,” you gasped, “oh my god, yes…”

“Uh huh?” he encouraged, watching with half-lidded eyes at the way you moved under him, your body naturally starting to rock back towards his. “Tell me how that feels.”

“Good,” you panted.

“But not good enough to distract you from your work, huh?” he challenged.

“Well, to be fair, nothing feels better than cracking a code,” you giggled.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned, putting his hands on either side of you on the bed so he could lean down and kiss your neck, only to bite it a second later— not too hard, but a little harder than just playful. You felt him smile when you yelped softly. “You’re trying to piss me off, right?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged a little bit.

He sat back up and pulled out of you unexpectedly, but thankfully explained himself before you would’ve likely let out a pathetic whine that he would’ve held against you. “Turn over,” he instructed, “and take that shirt off.”

You flipped onto your back with a smile; “I thought you liked how I look in your shirts,” you reminded him as he helped you pull it over your head and toss it aside.

“Yeah, but I like how you look without them even more,” he explained, running his hands along your sides before surprising you as he suddenly bent down to swirl his tongue around a hardening nipple.

“Fuck,” you gasped, grabbing onto his hair as he moved to the other, first with his eyes shut and then opening them to look up at you as your back arched.

“You’re so pretty,” he praised as his lips traveled to your neck; he yanked you closer by your hips, making you laugh slightly with surprise as you slid across the bed, though it turned into a moan when he thrust into you again in one go.

This time, he didn’t hold back at all: rough, needy, hungry. You moaned louder than you planned to, grabbing onto his shoulders through his t-shirt.

“Sorry,” he panted out through a thin laugh, “but I can’t slow down now— not after you drove me crazy like that. God, baby, you’re so fucking wet—”

You choked on the back of your own throat; you couldn’t help it, you just loved the way he said that.

“— this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Uh huh,” you mumbled,

“You like when I use you, huh?” he taunted, and you bit your lip before nodding. “That’s pretty kinky, you know. Is that all you wanna be? A fucktoy?”

“Oh god,” you groaned, accidentally digging your nails into his shoulder, though he didn’t seem to mind.

“Want me to just fuck you whenever I feel like it, whatever you’re doing?” he continued.

“Yes,” you admitted in a hiss, head dropping back onto the bed.

“You're really trying to spoil me,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss your neck in between words. “Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart— I might end up fucking you five times a day. At least.”

You moaned lowly, feeling your muscles seize up on him briefly, making him laugh in the most condescending-yet-sexy way.

“Oh, fuck— you want that!” he realized, and his voice dropped to a low growl again as he thrusted even faster, teeth teasing your pulse. “You can never get enough, can you?”

Not that you ever really thought your response to that was going to be especially coherent… but the way you cried out totally gave yourself away; how had he made you so desperate so fast?!

“Oh, poor baby,” he offered pityingly, only to fuck you even faster until you whined pathetically. “You don’t wanna think, huh? Just wanna be my hole.”

“Y-yeah,” you gasped, “fuck…”

“You’re too fucking perfect, you know that?” he praised. “The only thing sexier than fucking you while you use that gorgeous brain of yours, is fucking you until you can’t.”

Your moan was sort of trapped in the back of your throat as you tried to swallow it down; you wished you had the wherewithal to hold it back better, but you weren’t really used to him talking like this. Normally he would just go on tangents of praise and begging (as needed), and even though it wasn’t your first glimpse of his more dominant side, this all felt a bit different. Even the way he was looking at you seemed different— a sort of pride in his eyes, pride in his own ability to turn you into a wet and whimpering mess.

“So fucking good,” he cooed, “you’re so good, baby— my good, dumb little fucktoy.”

“G-god,” you choked, holding on tighter to the sheets under you, trying to hold yourself together.

“You’d better come fast, ‘cause I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” he warned with a sigh— which would be a much more credible threat if he’d ever left you hanging. But no, those times Riley’s stamina hadn’t taken you all the way, he was more than happy to put his mouth on you and let it do the rest of the work.

This time, though, all he needed was a thumb drawing rough circles on your clit to help you along. You hadn’t even noticed how sensitive it had become, not until your back arched and a needy whine jumped from your chest. “Oh fuck, Riley, I’m close,” you yelped.

“Yeah?” he whined— actually, he repeated it a few times as he watched you get closer to your peak, but it was all falling on deaf ears as your moans got louder and louder.

“Yes!” you cried out, shaking under him; even with his weight pressing you down into the bed, it began to feel like you were floating somehow. It was one of those orgasms that left you a little numb, with little jolts of raw pleasure that were almost too much— but your only defense was holding tighter onto him, inside and out.

“O-oh god,” he choked weakly, the movement of his thumb slowing but his hips going faster than ever. “Fuck, fuck!”

He stopped all at once, burying himself in one last stroke as deep as he could reach, moaning lowly against the crook of your neck as he went mostly limp atop you.

After catching your breath for a few moments, you hummed softly in contentment and he carefully lifted himself up just to fall back down beside you on the bed. He looked at you with heavy eyes but a huge smile; “You wear me out, you know that?” he breathed, reaching up to move some hair stuck to your face.

“You distract me from my work, you know that?” you countered.

“Hey, you got it done,” he defended. “We’ll let Ben know as soon as I… you know, remember how to exist. And use cell phones.”

“And maybe after a shower…” you suggested. As soon as you saw the sparkle in Riley’s eye you added: “Separately. I’ll pass out before we can make it to dinner tonight if we just end up fucking again.”

“I mean, they’ve been putting off dinner for months— why can’t we blow them off for once?” he suggested with a smirk, moving closer to you on the bed.

“I thought I’d worn you out,” you remembered with a breathless laugh, and he wrapped an arm around you to pull you into him.

“You did,” he sighed against your neck, “I’m just… easily re-inspired.”

It was a good thing this place was mostly empty, since this was technically somewhat sensitive information, but you figured anyone who overheard wouldn’t know enough about the conversation to glean anything too significant. You found yourself rubbing your hands together under the table anxious as you watched Ben across from you, holding your work, and waited for his response.

“This is incredible,” Ben smiled as he read your decryption, making both you and Riley smile back with pride. “A polyalphabetic substitution cipher, I should’ve known.”

“Yeah, any idiot would’ve known that,” Riley joked flatly.

“Where’d you find this girl?” Ben asked him, and you glanced at your boyfriend to find a little flush on his cheeks.

“You know, the technical answer is that we met at a panel lecture proposing that certain ‘random’—” he accentuated the word with a sarcastic tone and air-quotes— “radio frequencies detected by military technology might be messages from extraterrestrials—”

Ben rolled his eyes even at the passing mention of one of Riley’s more absurd conspiracy theories.

“But,” Riley continued, “I have a theory that she was actually created in a lab, specifically for me, by a team of scientists with the inexplicable goal of making me happy.”

“Oh, come on,” you giggled nervously, shoving Riley on the shoulder but failing to stop him from giving you a kiss on your heated cheek.

“That line working on you really is a testament to the fact that you’re made for each other,” Ben offered, and you decided to ignore the backhanded element of the compliment because of your sense that there was something very genuine about it.

“Look who’s here,” Riley pointed towards the front door of the restaurant, over Ben’s shoulder, causing the latter to turn in his seat and look back. “Abigail, over here!”

She waved when she saw you, quickly approaching the table and taking her seat as she apologized for being tardy; “This is Dr. Abigail Chase,” Ben introduced her with a proud smile.

“Oh, don’t be so formal,” she gently scolded him (maybe everything she said sounded that nice with her accent, though), but she beamed as she grabbed your extended hand to shake it. “It’s so nice to meet you, finally— I’ve heard so much from Riley. He’s been bragging about you so much these past few months, I feel like I already know you!”

“Apparently he met her attending some panel about secret alien messages from space,” Ben told her with a smile and a yeah, I know, it’s crazy look in his eyes.

“Attending?” Riley repeated with a scoff. “We were both speakers!”

Abigail was a little better at hiding any judgmental instinct; “How perfect,” she announced sweetly.

“She’s a real whiz with decryption though— look at this,” Ben instructed, handing the (condensed) page of your notes over to Abigail, who took it and tilted her head as she read to herself.

“Wow,” she sighed, “you made quick work of it: Hamilton’s fortepiano? That must be in a museum somewhere.”

“It’s still in his home in New York,” you replied quickly, “we already looked into it.”

“Did you help her at all with the solve?” Ben asked Riley suddenly, who turned to you with a slightly mischievous look in his eyes.

“Uh,” he stalled before clearing his throat nervously, but never looking away from you— “y-yeah, I helped… in my own way.”

#riley poole x reader #riley poole smut #national treasure #justin bartha

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bimbobaggins69 · 4 months

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.˚◦○˚○◦˚ 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊

Can’t stop thinking about going over to best friend Steves house to hang out. His parents are away as always, so after your movie night, you both decide to go for a late night swim. You didn’t bring a swim suit since it was a spur of the moment decision. You end up swimming in your little, extremely sheer pink bra and panties. Steve thinks you mind as well be swimming naked from the amount of skin he’s able to see through the fabric, especially once it’s wet.

Of course you splash and chase after each other for the first hour but by the second, you’re moving closer and closer towards the other with bashful smiles, as you eye Steves muscles and chest hair while he subtly ogles your bouncy tits and hard nipples. Eventually you both move in so close you accidentally graze your leg against Steve’s erection that he hasn’t been able to get down since you stripped your clothes off.

“Are you hard, Harrington?” You murmur as you slowly blink up at him with an innocent curiosity, that just about does him in. You’ve teased him about plenty boners and cum socks in your years of being friends, so for a moment that’s exactly what this feels like; that is until you notice the lust filled gaze and pink cheeks that are taking over your best friends futures.

“Can’t help it, not with you looking l-like that.” He says, gaging your reaction to his revelation.

“You’ve seen me in my bra and panties before, Steve.” You scoff as you roll your eyes.

“Uh uh, that was a sports bra and granny panties, that was also like freshman year so…b-but I uh, never seen you in anything like that.” He says while motioning to your body with a slight nod of his head.

“Oh, this old thing?” You smile sweetly before digging your top teeth into your bottom lip as you and Steve just stare at each other. You’re both not sure if one night of fun is worth ten years of friendship, but Steve knows that he’s never wanted anything or anyone more than he wants you in this very moment, nope scratch that, the way he’s wanted you for years.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” He whispers, bringing his thumb up to run along the apple of your cheek, he smiles at you as if admiring your whole existence until he’s leaning in closer. His hand that was once rubbing your face moves to the nape of your neck and before you know it, he’s gently pulling you into a sweet kiss that quickly turns into a tangle of tongues and hands that roam over familiar yet unknown skin.

“I’ve wanted this…you for so long.” You whisper into his mouth once you’ve both come up for air.

“Then have me, baby.” He whispers back.

Your eyes flit back and forth between his before you’re removing your bra.

“Fuck.” Steve whispers under his breath at your beautiful, fully exposed skin. He can’t help but graze his thumbs over your peaked nipples, and he’s elated when it pulls a gasp from your lips.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, honey.”

#— 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #then he fucks you from the back over the edge of the pool #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x y/n fluff

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kentosbabes · 1 year

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Pool time

Best friends older brother trope with Gojo (smutty af)

Gojo, your best friend’s older brother, fuck this is going against every girl code in the world. You grew up with them, your families were close so you spent every summer at their grandparents and they came with you on holiday. And to be fair, you never saw him like that anyways, that was until this summer. Usually, he’d be stuck in hisgaming with friends or outside playing basketball. You stayed with your mother for the first half of the summer, and you were invited to stay with their family for the rest as she had a holiday booked with your father and Gojo’s parents abroad. It was just like normal, except well it was evident that he had a really good summer.

Walking into the living room and dumping your bag on your best friends bed, you went to get a glass of water and some snacks to watch some tv with. But there he was, hair annoyingly perfect and my god did he have abs now? Sweaty, shirtless and glistening. You could’ve had an aneurism right there and then. “-n, Y/n?” Spaced out of course you did, “Hey! How have you been stranger?” He throws a signature smirk your way and did your stomach just flip flop?

This isn’t right, you should see him like a brother or at the very least a very platonic friend. You both conversant with each other, it was like no time had passed- he still teases you and you still get playfully annoyed at his dumb remarks. You explain the situation, that you’re staying here until both of your parents come back from their vacation. “Well, it’s good having you around it hasn’t been the same without you.” You couldn’t tell if he was flirting with you or just playing around.

Days turned into weeks, and your time at the Gojo house proved to be an adventure of its own. There was an unspoken tension between you and Satoru that made you confused the most. It was the late-night conversations on the rooftop, stolen glances across the dinner table, and playful banter filled the air. There was an undeniable magnetism pulling you and Satoru closer together, yet the fear of jeopardizing your friendship held you back.

With each passing day, the bond between you and Satoru grew stronger, and the line between friendship and something more became blurred. The forbidden desires that had remained dormant for years began to surface, igniting a flame that couldn't be extinguished.

One scorching afternoon, as you lounged by the pool, the heat seemed to intensify between you and Gojo. Your friend left to hang out with her boyfriend so it left the both of you to try cool down in the pool. Beads of sweat trickled down your temples as you watched Gojo emerge from the water, his toned physique glistening.

You shook your head, unable to tear your eyes away from him. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, and your heart raced in anticipation.

“Do you feel this? Tell me I’m not crazy,” he starts to swim closer to you, “We can’t do this, you’re my younger sisters friend,” Gojo is looking at your lips and deep into your eyes.

“Yes, you can, I’m eighteen and she doesn’t need to know and if she finds out she can get over it.”The heat is unbearable, the tips of your noses are touching and you’re breathing in synchronicity. “Fuck,” he pauses, “I guess we are.”

Closing the gap between your lips, kissing you in the pool, underneath the water, his fingers are already slipping inside the lining of your suit, long, insistent. “Gojo,” you plead.

Sitting on the edge of the pool step, you settle in his lap- your chest still underwater but your head available for his miscreants. As you settles over his lap, a growing bulge you pretend isn’t there, like his dick isn’t burying itself up in your skimpy suit. “Please, Gojo,” you whine, you start to ache- unconsciously grinding on him. “I gotta say, I love hearing you say my name like that.” Kissing your neck and bitting the love of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re already wet for me right now, I can tell the difference between the slick your pussy makes and water.” He pulls the bikini bottom aside and his cock slides between your soft thighs, up against that wet flesh. Prodding. Teasing. Hard.

As he stretches you open, the initial thrust inside is slow and pleasantly sharp. He's big, shifting his hips slowly for you to take it all in. He feels unlike anyone you’ve ever been with; there's a sadistic edge to his slowness, dragging each stroke as if he wants to slide over every nerve in the tight confines of your cunt. “Fuck, I know you like this so let me hear it, she’s gone to the shops and won’t be back for a while.”

Moaning louder and whimpering his name like a mantra you listen well to his commands.

You gasp into his mouth, unconsciously raising your leg up to wrap around his waist as he supports you with his arm, your fingernails clawing at his shoulders as you feel yourself reach your high, the coil in your tummy snapping. Water rushes around your waists, splashes between your bodies, and you feels so warm, so weightless. Blissed out and fucked out.

“Gonna cum? I know you are I can feel it, it’s ok I’m right here, you can do it, don’t act like you don’t want me to fuck you even harder than this. You’re clenching and squeezing my fat dick that’s buried in your cunt, I’m right here babe. Come for me baby. ”

“Y/N? Gojo? I’m back! What’s up?” Your friend of five years asks, Gojo drapes his arms around you like he’s giving you a hug, innocent, friendly. “Nothing much, it was too hot in the house and we wanted a dip in the pool,” you quickly added.

“Ah, well I have an assignment that’s due tomorrow so I can’t join you but I put the ice cream in the freezer so feel free to get one.”

Gojo’s sister leaned in to theatrically whisper, “But if I catch you eating my Ben and Jerry’s cookies and cream ice cream I’ll kill you.” You shifted yourself further back into the pool to avoid her seeing what you two are doing, immediately regretting it because Gojo’s dick hit a spot that sent you a little haywire. Causing you to gasp. Your friend looked at you in concern, “Just stood on my foot wrong” reclaiming your composure.

Gojo started to rock his hips, pushing back into your soft body, ass bouncing against him underwater, before the door hushes over the frame again. Quietly shushing and grabbing a handful of your soft ass, squeezing and rubbing. He buries his fingers into your flesh till you feel that you’re going to be bruised. At this point, his cock is so hard that the friction of it inside of you makes you feel so full, that it’s so achingly deep. You cum fast and hard, ducking your head under the water and covering your mouth lips with his hand.

“We need to do that again. Fuck.” He whispers into your ear.

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hungharrington · 1 year

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I feel like Steve comes like. so much. like to the point that when he cums on your face by the end of it you’re giggling and he’s red in the face

baby :( he's just got so much cum to give :( the first time you go down on him he means to warn you, really he does, but your mouth is so just hot and wet and soft and he can barely catch his breath when his orgasm tips over, let alone get a whole sentence out- and he's halfway to an apology by the time he finds his words, for spilling in your mouth with no warning, but when he looks down his cum just dripping from your lips and steve moans again, his cock giving a twitch of approval. so now you know and somehow, watching his cheeks burn bright red as he paints your face with ropes of cum is just as fun as watching him fall apart :) and if you giggle? he's dead, he's gone, he's a furnace in the face and he genuinely needs a whole minute of not looking at you to calm down

#saliva is pooling in my mouth rn....#luv the idea that he's slightly embarrassed and u fully LOVE it #especially bcos it means he cums for so long :( it can feel like a minute of stroking him through it :(#poor baby :(#jay writes #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington smut #steve x reader smut

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atomic-raunch · 9 months

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Tura Satana

#tura satana #spider pool pinup #pinup #vintage cheesecake #50’s pinup #vintage smut #60’s pinup #old hollywood

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shinestarhwaa · 1 year

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Waterfall / C.S

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Husband!San x Fem reader

Word count: 1,8k

Warnings/tags: newlyweds, husband!san, honeymoon, pool sex, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, hand job, mild breast/nipple play, semi-public sex, cumplay, squirting, talking about making a baby

After seeing this clip on Instagram I had to write a pool sex smut for Sannie, oop-

Tagging @a-soft-hornytiny to go down with me

ENJOY!

Your wedding had only been three days ago, yet you felt like you were husband and wife for years. It had always been that way, easy. When you met San, almost four years ago, he was still a twenty year old boy.

His voice still quite high, very playful and loving. It didn't take long for the two of you to fall in love. Your personality and energy matched his, and he cared for you.

When you were sick he'd take the train all across Seoul to your home to bring you soup. When it was Summer he'd plan all kinds of dates, often meaning you two would go swimming.

Growing up in Namhae, an island in the South of the country, he's always loved water. Even if it was just sitting beside the water, he'd feel peaceful and calm.

Now it's four years later, and you married the boy, who turned into a beautiful and sophisticated man. Some people disagreed with your marriage, saying you had married too quickly, and some people tended to misjudge his character. But you knew inside the handsome shell there was a warm heart.

While you thought about his kind nature, you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. San sat down next to you on the edge of the pool, two glasses with champagne in his hands. He smiled sweetly, revealing his charming dimple.

''What are you thinking about, honey?'' he asked as he handed you a glass. ''Just how much I'm in love with you. I made the right decision marrying you,'' you smiled, sipping the champagne.

It was mid March and you were at a hotel in Thailand for your honeymoon. San had almost begged you to get a private pool on your stay, so he was pleased to know your room was at the highest floor of the hotel, with a pool on the large balcony where you could look over the entire city.

San was over the moon to be with you, unable to believe you're actually his wife now. He smiled at you, admiring the way your red bikini flattered your body shape.

After finishing his champagne, he took off the black tanktop he was wearing and let himself sink into the water.

''It's so nice, my love, it's like a big jacuzzi,'' he smiled. You grinned at him, still drinking your champagne. You watched him for a while, just swimming around, seeing him enjoy the water.

You shotted the last bit of your drink before letting yourself sink into the water as well, feeling the warm water hug your body. You swam towards him, but he smirked and you knew he'd just swim to the other side of the pool to tease you.

''San-ah~'' you whined, ''stay still!'' you laughed. He grinned and stopped swimming away. He stilled in the middle of the pool, where you met him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss on his temple.

''I love you, sweetheart,'' he whispered in your ear, ''and I want the whole world to know.''

''Then why did you whisper?'' you grinned, teasing him. San laughed and rolled his eyes.

''I love my Y/N!'' San yelled into the far distance. You quickly put your hand over his mouth, laughing. ''Shut up, San, you're loud.''

''As if you don't like that,'' he winked, causing you to smirk.

San had a very high libido, which resulted in you two having sex at least five days a week usually, and most days it wasn't just once. It was hard to keep up with him at first. You had never expected your sweet boy to be so horny.

As the two of you got older you kept exploring each other and found each other's turn on's. The way he turned from a more lean boy into the muscular man he is now made you weak. He now lifts you with ease, holds you still with ease and there's no way you could beat him strength-wise.

You snapped back in reality when you felt San's wet lips and tongue in your neck, causing you to moan his name. He brought the two of you closer to the edge, so you could hold onto the poolstairs. You wrapped your legs around his hips tightly, hoping to stay above water properly.

He slipped his fingers between your legs, rubbing your clothed core. You whined softly, being sensitive to his touch. He slid your bikini bottom to the side and slowly entered your pussy with 2 fingers.

Countless of times you two had been in the water together, feeling each other up. But tonight, as a married couple, with the light of the moon and the stars and the burning torches it felt special. You'd remember the feeling of his fingers in your cunt forever.

His pace was quick and he knew just how to hit your sweet spots. You tried to stay quiet, knowing there would be people who could hear you, but San was lapping at your clothed nipples and you felt yourself going insane. You couldn't help but let a moan slip from your lips.

''You're so pretty, my love, so perfect for me,'' he whispered in your ear, causing goosebumps to show up on your skin.

He undid the clasp of your top, letting it fall into the water. He licked and sucked at your bare breasts. San seemed to be so eager to have them in his mouth. You thought you'd faint at the sight of him groaning with his mouth full of your boob.

''I need your cock, San,'' you begged, not being able to hold back anymore. Your nails clawed in his back as he fucked three fingers into you.

''Yeah? You need my cock?''

''Yes, San, I need your cock.''

''You need my cock to fill your fucking pussy?''

You thought your lungs would give out, the way he'd speak to you every time you had sex. He was pure filth and you loved it.

He yanked both your bottoms off, nearly ripping them causing you to curse under your breath. ''Those aren't cheap, San,'' you warned him.

''Shut up,'' he said before sinking you down on his hard cock. ''Just take my cock, hm? Like a good girl, my good wife, hm?''

''Yes, yes, I'll take your cock,'' you moaned as he pushed himself deeper inside your hole. ''You better.''

San pushed you against the wall of the pool and you swore you scratched your back against the tiles, but with his length inside you, you couldn't care less at the moment.

You wrapped your legs around his waist so tight, causing him to smirk. He held your hips as he moved you on his dick. The water made it a heavy job, but San loved a challenge.

Your moans grew louder with every thrust, and you felt as if your bodies were colliding in the most passionate and sinful way in the silver moonlight.

Your breasts bounced lightly, splashing the warm water on his chest. He took your right nipple in his mouth, giving it a harsh suck.

''San! O-oh god, I'm close,'' you moaned. San picked up his pace, feeling you clench around him.

''Ah! A-ah, ah, San, yes, San, San!''

Groans and whines fell off your lips while you moaned his name like a mantra, feeling posessed by his love spell.

''Oh San, I'm coming, I'm coming!''

''That's it, baby, cum on my cock, tell the world who's fucking you so good,'' he groaned.

''Yes, San! Y-you, San!'' you moaned.

It took a few more thrusts for you to unravel in his arms, coming on his pulsating cock. He pulled out of you before he could cum, stopping his own orgasm.

You whined at the familiar sensation, still sensitive from your high just a minute ago.

He smirked and rubbed your clit with his thumb, causing you to whine. San kissed your head and laid you on the edge of the pool.

He climbed out of the water and hovered above you, pushing his cock inside you again.

San moved fast and quick, panting heavily now himself. He fucked you deep and hard, your eyes rolling back out of pleasure.

''You're taking my cock so well, baby, do you think you can cum on my fucking cock again? Coat it with your cum so fucking beautifully? Show me how good you are? Hm? Fuck baby,'' he cursed.

''Yes, I'm gonna cum!''

He nearly made you scream with how hard he fucked you, his knee scraping on the tile. It was worth it. Anything to see you come undone on him.

Only a minute later you felt yourself climax on his dick, sending yourself in a heavenly headspace. Your body shook around him, your nails digging in his shoulders as you squirted all over his lower body.

San smirked, his tongue darting out his mouth to lick his lips. He slowly rode out your orgasm and pulled out of your sopping cunt.

''Such a good girl, squirting all over me like a fucking waterfall,'' he groaned.

He brought himself closer to your chest, dick standing proud against his muscular stomach.

''Gonna take care of me now hm? Look at that... My hard cock with all your arousal and squirt still on it... You like that?''

''Fucking love it, San, I fucking love it!''

You spat in your hand and pumped it over his dick, making sure he was well covered before you started to jerk him off.

He groaned loudly, throwing his head back. By the way he was panting and the way his chest moved you knew he was close, and you opened your mouth.

''Cum for me, Sannie, give me all your cum,'' you begged.

Before he could say anything, San spurted his cum all over your chest and your mouth. You licked your lips as you milked him dry, getting all of his sperm out.

You panted heavily when he started licking the cum off your body, gathering it all with his tongue, which he then slid into your mouth.

You felt the cum coat your tongues while they swirled against each other.

''Swallow,'' San ordered when he pulled back from you. You gulped down the mixture of his cum and your combined saliva and closed your eyes.

After a while of laying on the cold tiles in your afterglow, he gently lifted you up and walked back into the hotel room. He put you down in the bathroom and wrapped a large sauna towel around the two of you and smiled.

''My perfect wife,'' he smiled, ''next time we'll make a baby,'' he teased.

You giggled at the thought and you wrapped your arms around his waist. ''That sounds nice, I'd like that.''

''It'll be perfect, sweetheart.''

#choi san #san #ateez #smut #oneshot #this is filth #san in the pool had me going crazy #fluff #i love husband san

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tomssexdoll · 24 days

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Haii! can you do a dread head tom smut of them fucking at the pool? :3 thank u!

YEEES

Me and Tom were at the hotels pool, we had landed in LA for a tour and had nothing to do all day.

I wore a simple black bikini, sitting on the lounge chairs to tan. Georg had joined us and was playing with Tom in the pool, splashing everywhere and trying to drown each other.

No one was at the pool today, all busy with school or jobs. I was glad cause I was feeling some sort of way..turned on? After 30 minutes I called Tom out, my eyes widening as I saw his body drip with water as he got out, his muscles flexing as he hoisted himself up.

My pussy was throbbing, every step he took closer to me sending me over the edge. "Yes baby" he smirked, towering over me as I sat down, "tell georg to leave...I need you" I whined.

He grinned, "right here? are you sure?" I nodded quickly and pushed him towards the pool, "quick!" he chuckled and ran over to Georg, making something up that made him rush back into the hotel.

As he came over I raised my eyebrow, "what did you tell him?" he shrugged, "nothing too bad, but he'll be out for a bit so it leaves us a lot of time" he grabbed my waist, pulling me over to the hot tub area.

We both got in, the sun starting to set so it wouldn't be as noticeable to staff. I untied my bikini bottoms, placing them on the edge. "Oh baby.." he groaned, grabbing me and pulling me onto his lap, pressing his erection onto my bare pussy.

"Put it in" I whined, wrapping my arms around his neck, he instantly obeyed, tugging his swimming shorts off and throwing it with my bikini bottoms.

His hard cock springing out, I could see it throbbing under the water, precum leaking from the tip. "Oh fuck.." I grunted, hovering over his length and slamming myself onto it, filling myself up completely.

"Fuck!" Tom groaned, stuffing his face into my neck, I moved my hips slowly, riding him.

His hands flew to my ass, massaging the flesh with his hands, I picked up my pace, bouncing up and down on his cock, the water splashing everywhere.

"Oh my god.." he moaned, digging his nails into my ass, guiding me up and down his cock, his tip brushing against my g spot repeatedly. I rolled my hips around, his cock fucking me deep.

My hips started to get tired, my thrusts faltering. "Baby..let me take over, ok?" he caressed my cheek, pushing my chest into his and adjusting himself, holding me tightly before he started to pound into me.

"Ohhh fuck!" I whined, nails clawing at his back, his tip now slamming directly into my g spot, my back arching to meet his thrusts. All the worries about someone catching us left, not giving a shit if anyone did, in this moment I needed him.

His thrusts were nothing short of harsh, pounding into my tight hole relentesly, a knot building up in my stomach. "Cum for me baby..fuck.." he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck roughly.

He continued to fuck me roughly, thrusting in and out like a maniac, desperate for release, "g'nna cum..fuck!" he moaned, slamming into me one more time before his cum spilled into me, painting my insides white.

I felt my walls clench on his cock, my orgasm close. "Keep going! Fuck!" I groaned, starting to slam myself onto his cock, reaching down and rubbing rough circles on my clit.

"Holy shit!" I cried out, stuffing my face in his neck as my orgasm washed over me, cumming all over his cock. "Oh baby..you're amazing" he groaned, slowly riding out our highs, holding me close.

After settling down we put our bottoms back on, getting out of the pool and returning back to the hotel room, by now it was nearly pitch black, the sun setting beautifully.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @bkaulitzlover @estxkios @charliesgoodboy @tomsonlyslut @ge-billsgf

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caashmoneynae · 6 months

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HALFTIME.

JORDAN POOLE x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Teja goes to one of Jordan's games and ends up engaging in sexual activity in the locker room. ✨

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"𝗜 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬!" Teja exclaimed, a smile on her face, as her dark brown eyes sparkled at seeing Jordan make a three-pointer and she clapped her hands loudly, the area she was sitting in erupting in loud cheers while she watched her man and his team travel down the basketball court.

(A/N: pronounced 'TEA•JUH')

"let's go, Poole!" Monaé, Teja's best friend, exclaimed, hyping the man up and boosting his ego, as she and Teja smiled in sync and they watched their team play defense.

the teams were in the second quarter and there were only 5 minutes left on the clock. the Golden State Warriors had 56 points — leveling up from 53 due to Jordan's shot — and their opponent had 53 points, diminishing their tied score and causing both crowds of fans to get antsy since halftime was coming up and they wanted their team to be in the lead.

Teja and Monaé both dressed in Golden State Warriors apparel, but Teja's was more customized because Monaé did it for her. her shirt was long-sleeved and royal blue and on the left side of her chest, it said "Basketball Girlfriend" as "Warriors" sat on her left sleeve. on the back of the shirt, it read "Poole Belongs to Me" and under it read his jersey number as all of the words were spelled in gold letters since royal blue and gold were two of the team's colors.

her brown legs adorned black jeans and her feet held white Air Force 1's as a gold anklet dangled around her left ankle and gold hoops sat in both of her ears, a gold 'T' necklace sitting comfortably around her neck while a gold necklace that read 'Jordan' in cursive sat there as well. her black silk-pressed hair was side-parted and swooped to the right side as a few bobby-pins sat in her head to make sure her swoop stayed in place, her lips glossy with Vaseline and adding a 'pop' to her appearance.

it was clear as day that Teja knew she looked good, and though she preferred silver jewelry over gold, she always made sure to wear some gold to all of Jordan's games.

hearing cheers, Teja's eyes averted to the clock, and she realized that not only was there one minute left before halftime, but the other team had tied with the Warriors for a second time. she looked back at the court and her gaze intensified as she lightly chewed on her bottom lip, the time running down quickly while the Warriors traveled down the court with the ball.

Draymond Green passed the ball to Stephen Curry, and Stephen passed the ball to Gary Payton II, and Gary passed the ball to Jordan, who passed the ball to Andrew Wiggins. it seemed as if the time was only winding down quicker and quicker, and this caused Teja's palms to grow sweaty while her eyes flickered between the clock and the court.

as if on cue with the clock hitting 10 seconds, Andrew began making his way to the basket, swiftly dodging the opponents that tried to stop him while his teammates played excellent defense, as he suddenly jumped up and dunked on the men below him, the ball going through the net with ease and the buzzer sounding out into the lively court while Teja and the other fans began cheering.

"can't wait 'til our boys take home that dub, Mo'!" Teja smiled, the two women standing up from the stands, as Monaé smiled with her and the two began to walk down the staircase behind the other fans.

"girl, who you tellin'? one more win and we goin' to the playoffs, baby! ooh, i can't wait to celebrate!" Monaé smiled, holding onto Teja's hand so they wouldn't be separated by the large crowd, as Teja looked up at the scoreboard and read '58-56', making her smile slightly widen while she looked back at Monaé and the duo made their way to the concession stands.

"oh yeah, we fa'sho' gon' celebrate this win. and then after that... i'ma give my baby his reward, ya feel me?" Teja smirked, playfully raising her brows, as Monaé laughed and shook her head, playfully shoving the woman's shoulder while Teja laughed.

"T, you a trip! but i feel you, girl, no doubt." Monaé smirked as Teja stuck out her tongue and the two did their handshake, their pinkies locking at the end while they giggled.

"ooh, hold up. Mo', hold my purse, i'ma go to the bathroom real quick," Teja announced, taking her phone out of it and putting it in her pocket, "i'll be right back before halftime ends."

"you sure you don't want me to go with you?" Monaé asked, grabbing the purse from the woman's hand and slinging it over her shoulder.

"nah, you good, 'Naé, i'on want you to lose your place in line," Teja assured, looking down and checking the time on her Apple Watch, as she looked up at Monaé and gave her a small smile in reassurance, "make sure to buy me some nachos, mama! you know how i like 'em."

"will do, Mrs. Poole!" Monaé smirked playfully, watching Teja jog away from her, as Teja laughed and shook her head, a wide smile on her face while she made her way to the restrooms.

the farther Teja was from the crowd of fans, the more the loud sounds of them began to turn into low murmurs, and she tucked her phone into the back pocket of her jeans as she made her way to the woman's bathroom. before she could walk into the restroom, however, a large hand grabbed her by the arm and yanked her into a room, making her squeal out of surprise, as she watched the door to the room shut and she saw lockers in the corner of her eye, making her realize she had been yanked into the Golden State Warriors's locker room by no one other than Jordan.

"you know i hate when you do that shit!" Teja exclaimed, punching the man in his arm, as Jordan laughed at her and pressed her up against the door, kissing her lips while he sneakily locked the door.

"you still love me tho', girl," Jordan chuckled, a small smirk on his face, as he eyed her down and ran his tongue over his plump lips at the sight of her attire, "mm, you look good. who you lookin' this good for, baby?"

"nobody but my man," Teja smiled, cupping his face in her hands, as she placed a few pecks on his lips before giggling, "now why you bring me in here? you got 8 minutes left before it's time for you to go back on the court."

Jordan didn't respond to her question. instead, his smirk only widened, and his nonverbal answer immediately clicked in Teja's mind as to why she was pulled into the room so abruptly.

"uh-uh, Jordan, i know you not tryna'..." Teja trailed off, raising a brow, as Jordan chuckled softly and his brown eyes looked into her dark brown ones while lust started to cloud his pupils.

"oh, i'm definitely tryna'..." Jordan smirked, mimicking her past statement, as he let out a low chuckle of mischievousness before kissing her lips, the kiss oozing with passion and causing Teja to procrastinate on kissing him back while his hand latched around her neck and pulled her closer to him.

falling into the temptation rather quickly, Teja kissed Jordan back and she soon melted into the kiss, making his lips curl up into a smirk, as he let go of her neck and tugged at the waistband of her jeans, pulling away from the kiss and trailing wet kisses down her jawline while Teja's breathing turned uneven due to rising arousal.

"you movin' real slow like we ain't got a lot of time in here." Teja breathily mumbled, kicking off her shoes, as Jordan chuckled softly and his hand slipped into her pants before he swiftly removed them and made sure her phone remained unharmed.

"i know what i'm doin', mama," Jordan muttered, his voice slightly deeper due to sexual desire running through his veins, as goosebumps spread across Teja's skin at the tone of his voice and Jordan noticed this, a smirk crossing his lips while he placed a few wet kisses on her neck before tapping her left thigh, "jump."

wrapping her legs around his waist, the two kissed for a final time before Jordan hoisted her up onto his shoulders, carefully lifting her smooth legs onto his muscular biceps while she lightly scooted up on the smooth wooden door so her hips would be level with his face.

it was definitely safe to say that this wasn't their first rodeo.

"pull these to the side for me, princess." Jordan spoke lowly, his eyes flickering up to her, as Teja bit down on her bottom lip and gripped the right side of her panties, pulling them to the side and revealing her soaked sex while Jordan licked his lips at the sight.

not wasting any of the short time they had left, Jordan immediately dug in, his pink lips wrapping around her swollen bud while he gently sucked at it like he was a baby and her clitoris was his pacifier. moaning softly, Teja gently laid her head against the door as she ran her fingers over Jordan's head, her brows slightly furrowing while his hands squeezed her thick brown thighs.

"sh-shit, Jordan," Teja moaned airily, her brows slightly furrowing, as she felt his tongue slither and wiggle inside her folds and her hips lightly jolted against his face, "mmh, eat this pussy, Daddy... eat your pussy just like that, baby."

"like that, mama? hm?" Jordan hummed against her, sending vibrations through her core and up her spine, as Teja shakily whimpered and her back slightly arched off of the door, her grip on her underwear tightening while she rubbed the nape of her boyfriend's neck.

"yessss— o-oh, shit!" Teja gasped, feeling his middle and ring fingers slide inside her walls, as her palm gently smacked the door she was pinned up against and her eyes rolled back, feeling soft kisses be littered around both of her inner thighs while her juices began to drip down Jordan's hand.

moans, whimpers, and whines fell from Teja's two-toned lips and sounds of her gushiness aired out into the room as her eyes fluttered closed and her hand moved from the nape of his neck to his hand on her right thigh, gently squeezing it while she shakily exhaled. Jordan's fingers thrusted inside of the woman at a slow and semi-deep pace and he laid kisses around her vagina, occasionally laying some on her clit and causing her hips to jolt.

suddenly, Jordan's fingers curved, and Teja's whole body jolted as tingles almost immediately dispersed through her body, her grip on Jordan's hand tightening while she gasped loudly.

"oh, fuck, t-that's my spot!" Teja cried, feeling Jordan's hand slither underneath her shirt, as he pulled one of her breasts out of her bra and kneaded it in his palm, his index and middle fingers fiddling with and tugging at her sensitive nipple and earning feeble whimpers from her parted lips.

"right there? huh, pretty?" Jordan cooed, his eyes staring up at her with a combination of lust and mischief, as Teja vigorously nodded her head and her eyes rolled back, "ooh, you 'bout to cum, ain't you, baby? i feel that pretty pussy clenching, mama, you 'bout to wet my face up?"

Teja felt the pace of his fingers start to pick up and each thrust had him poking at her g-spot as her stomach muscles tightened and she let go of Jordan's hand, her hand sliding underneath her shirt and gripping her second breast out of intense pleasure while she practically gripped the life out of her underwear. her thighs began to tremble and her lips rested agape as Teja suddenly gasped and her stomach caved in, her body jolting and her brows furrowing while her legs locked on the man's shoulders.

"y-yes! oh, yes, yes, yes— fuck, baby, i-i'm cummin'!" Teja whined loudly, her hips grinding against his fingers, as Jordan laid his tongue out flatly and caught her nectar atop his pink muscle, causing a shiver to go down Teja's spine while she rode out her orgasm.

"there you go, beautiful. ride that nut out." Jordan cooed, a small smirk on his face, as he licked his lips and gently pulled his fingers out of her erogenous walls, slipping them in his mouth while he sucked her juices off of them and looked up at her.

sighing softly, Teja raised her head from the door and looked down at Jordan, noticing the smirk on his face instantly, as she let out a soft laugh and shook her head, removing both of their hands from underneath her shirt while she put her breast back into its cup.

"we ain't never doin' this again." Teja chuckled softly, letting go of her underwear, as Jordan chuckled and lowered her legs back down to his waist, her legs loosely locking around his hips while he kissed her lips.

"You know damn well this shit gon' happen again, T."

#x black fem reader #x black reader #black girl beauty #smut #jordan poole #nba #oc #one shot #black stories #black culture #black community #black love #black people

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throwmethroughawindow · 5 months

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Ace Begging preview (Ace x F!Reader)

“You’re doing so good for me baby,”

I murmured against the warm skin of Ace’s abs, swiping my tongue against his salty skin as another one of his moans filled the quiet room; one of his hands buried in my hair pushing my mouth closer to his body as the other was gripping the bedspread. Nipping at his sharp V-line, I couldn’t help but let my hands wander to cup his bulge as another shaky moan spilled from his plush lips as he pressed his hips up to chase after my hand. Licking along every dip and stopping to suck a hickey every couple of inches until I made it to the waistband of his boxers, letting my tongue slip underneath it as he tugged on my hair a little harder, another whimper falling from him.

“Please sweetness, please.” Ace’s deep voice always sent a wave of heat through me, but when he was begging? That could bring anyone to their knees to do anything and everything he asked of them.

“Please what baby?” I moved my hand off of his bulge to tug the waistband down to lick another stripe as he arched his back. I continued to pull off his boxers, freeing his thick cock to slap against his stomach; the flushed red tip extremely shiny with all the precum that had been leaking from all of the kissing and licking I’ve been doing.

“God, you’re so beautiful baby. I can't wait to show you how much I missed you."

#one piece #portgas d ace smut #FUCK I WANT HIM #PLAYING POOL W MY TONSILS LIKE CHERRY SAID #FUCK FUCK FUCK #i would give anything to give him head #whiny ace #begging ace #fanfiction preview #yall like this?#come get your FOOD!!#should i make this a full fanfic?#portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x ME #ace #fire fist ace #one piece smut #ace x reader fanfiction

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johnnys-breastmilk · 6 months

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a man's sport | Matt Murdock x reader

a/n — wrote this because pool is such a slutty sport idk // title is a joke

warnings — rimming (Matt receiving), not proofread (late night sorry)

summary — Drunken fools make a bet and don't even follow it, too entranced to care.

words — 2.5k

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There comes a time in every man’s life where he gambles with dice he doesn’t know every side of. He makes choices with a devil on his shoulder to guide him, or maybe an unassuming angel, naively nudging his shoulder so that he turns down the wrong path.

You met Matt on a night like tonight a few weeks ago when he came into the bar with a black eye and a story to tell. It was easy to get it from him after offering to buy the first round of drinks. ‘A car accident,’ he said, ‘involving no more than a parked car and an ignorant passenger opening the door.’ You could put two and two together, but you could also tell when someone was lying. He walked through the door that night, claiming to have gotten it on his walk over, but the development of it seemed too fast. Then, for the entirety of that night, you had to remind him every half-an-hour or so to apply something cold to the area for the swelling and the pain likely tingling on the surface. He teased you, calling you his ‘mother’ for being so overbearing, but it was just the way you knew someone would typically treat a shiner like that.

Somehow, it didn’t scare him away. Matt would show up to the bar, alone, often asking the bartender if you had come in. It became a silent agreement that the two of you would meet after your respective jobs to just forget about everything else. The disconnect and difference between your lives meant that you could be yourselves, and learn about things you never knew before. Matt had been schooling you on laws, mostly getting you to open up about the time something memorable happened, then pointing out what you could or couldn’t be prosecuted for. It was all reckless stupidity or something along that line, nothing serious.

Just when you were about to catch him in another lie, he took a sharp turn in the conversation after pounding back the last of his drink. “Whoever loses a round, buys a round,” he suggested. Matt nodded his head towards the pool table in the back of the bar, the sounds of patrons playing earlier must have let him know it was there. Otherwise, you would have thought the very reason you had become so infatuated with this man would immediately reveal itself to be a lie.

Maybe it was some kind of joke, a way for him to finally pay you back for adding on to your endlessly accruing tab at Josie’s. If he did win, you’d just ask for the cheapest whatever, whether it was alcoholic or not. It’s not like you needed it anyway with the amount of it in your system as is. Plus, Matt had told you more than enough about his business to assume that it was more of an emotionally stable job rather than a financial one. The way he talked about it made it sound more like his house, where his heart laid the rules.

The steps taken over to the pool table were sloppy, unsteady. Even Matt careened over, forgoing his walking cane in favoring of letting touch guide him. The tips of his fingers glided atop the bar lightly, adding a bit of confidence to his stride. That was until he ran out of countertop to guide him, and he took each step with caution. He had a bit of faith that you would be following close enough behind to catch him if he stumbled.

Matt felt around the area and picked up the pool stick when his fingers touched the wood. Maple wood—smoothed down and glazed with black tape that was starting to peel at the edges from months, years, of use. He could hear you stomping around the table, setting up the balls in order and with care and placing the cue ball at the end of the table where he stood. Matt already had the stick resting between the knuckles of his index and middle fingers.

“I don’t think you can beat me,” Matt said confidently.

“You bet your ass I will.”

“Is anything up for negotiation?” He asked, spreading out his legs and arching his back to get precisely the right angle. Every sense he had told him it was the perfect shot, the one to sink three balls into three separate pockets and start the game off strong. He raised the back of the cue to run along his knuckle with just the right glide through, running it forward just shy of the white ball placed on its marker to practice the motion.

You held onto your pool stick with two hands like a cane with no curve, watching him move. “Yeah, as long as you’re fine with it.”

“Then it’s a deal.” Matt wore a confident facade, only shifting away from that when you accepted his offer. He moved a little to the left, pretending to correct his stance. With a quick snap, the cue ball flew, hitting the alignment head on and effectively doing nothing to increase his points. Each scattered in different directions, like little balls of fire to him, all in different sizes thanks to their color and how they each absorbed light. Not a single ball went into a pocket, and he smirked at how easy it was to achieve failure.

You watched how Matt’s turn went, and readied yourself and a different side of the table, ready to take your turn. Hopefully, this game would go well for you. “Let’s hope I’m not dealing with the devil.”

“He hides in plain sight.” He said casually, mischief tinting his red-lensed glasses.

Matt tried to make it known, moving around to the side of the table you were on for all of his turns. He made to get as close as possible, insisting that it was the “right angle” to take his shot from. In reality, he used it as a way to be in front of you, leg straddling the table’s wooden rail. His knee grazed the green cushioning that lined the surface of the playing area. The alcohol created a tide that washed away any connecting line in the sand that would make sense of how a blind man could play pool. You didn’t even question how he knew where you stood to take your shot without guiding him to it. To Matt’s surprise, even though he had thrown to game to get his desired outcome—to let you have your way with his ass—your coordination wasn’t strong as a drunk. He could have simply watched the game play out and still won, even if he wasn’t playing.

Thankfully, you got the hint on what would have been his winning turn—solid red, number three his senses told him. He stood at the end of the table that looked out to the bar. You came up behind him, cupping his ass as the backside of his dress shirt and belt and fabric struggled to contain him. The ball wasn’t the center of his attention, no, it was you.

A little devil whispered in his ear, your alluring voice making a bitter crime sound sweet, “Let’s add a crime to be prosecuted for, huh?”

He reached for his tie, clawing at something. His fingers felt the bristle of the scruff on his neck in his quick movements before sliding down to the collar of his shirt. He needed to get the words out that were stuck in his throat, “Like what?”

“You’ll see.” You promised him, backing away from him and kneeling down. Both of your knees hit the hard floor of Josie’s, the layer of scuffs caused by his angular dress shoes and many other’s beneath you. Now, a set of soft, bruising knees like yours had likely never grazed a floor like this. All kinds of bets were made, but this had to be the most unusual.

Your hands made quick work of his belt and pants, pulling his hips back to give room between his buckle and the side of the pool table for your hands to slide into and do what they needed to. He closed that gap when everything was free, pressing his already stiffening cock against the chilled mahogany wood, creating a friction for himself in the front. His hands never left the cue, only tightening on the stick when he felt your presence nearing him.

Keys of coke were snorted and needles percolating with heroine were probably done in the bathroom, but this would be the only line of crack seen in the bar itself. Good people of society, you claimed yourselves as. All of that could have simply been a lie as the addiction to Matt set in. The smell of him radiating in waves like notes of a cologne drew you in. Laundry detergent came in brief hints of a top note that had faded throughout the days wear, replaced quickly by his aromatic cologne. It was cheaply scented with a woody dampness like trees looming in the mist and poppy flowers drooping from weight on their petals—everywhere yet easy to miss as the base notes of everything that made up his smell hit next. The base notes of his smell were the most carnally alluring, that being his musk. Sweat lingered from being trapped in a stuffy office all day, with a brisk walk to the bar adding another layer to it.

But then, you got a taste of him. It was bland, bitter, and had hints of saltiness to it. With taste comes texture, and Matt’s fuzzy peach had something unlike anything else. He had a devilish combination of smells and textures that kept it interesting. Your lips grazed over his hairy cheeks, feeling the dark hair tickle your chin and surrounding features. The palms of your hands felt it, too, once they peeled him apart to undo his natural layers and uncover where he was sensitive.

You were able to go deeper, your hands sinking well into his cushy cheeks with more than enough to hold. It made your face feel like it was sinking into his folds while you wedged yourself between him. Your nose was the first thing to meet his crack—just above his hole so that your lips could meet his tightness. You pursed your lips, your tongue filling the space between them that formed and stuck it out. Then, you did the one thing your tongue could do—lick and lick around in circles, stripes, and as many teases as you could think of from his taint to his hole and back.

Matt was in shambles in moments. He had fully leaned over the table, humping against the table and, indirectly, rocking back against your face in a steady rocking motion. He didn’t treat your face like a stranger, but he was completely new to the feeling. Not only because he never really embraced this side of himself, but because it was such a dangerous thing to be caught for. One, two, three—fuck was that the fourth time you had slid your tongue in his hole already? It felt like a blur of repeated motions.

One, two, three, four, he counted. He tried to make sense of how many heartbeats filled the bar, trying to find risk where he could to make this act more devious. The more people could walk around—or hell, even just turn their head—and see him with his pants at his ankles and a hard-on defiling the pool table and a person making his ask feel so good and he moaned; there you go again, making him a mess. He tried looking natural, as if he was taking the worlds longest pool shot. But all it would take is someone sitting on the side of the bar that would cause the bartender to have to look this way for it to be apparent. What did it even look like to someone else? Because to Matt, it felt like he was lying on a green cloud nine, but had he leaned down far enough to expose what you were doing? Anyone could follow the trail along his back and see the top half of your face peeking over his two hairy mounds, ducking and resurfacing in careful movements. His shirt riding up to show off his lower back, too.

He could feel you smirk against him, a soft chuckle as you realized the he lined up a shot that he never took. Matt was too busy letting out soft noises of satisfaction to finish the game.

“Take the shot, Matt.” You breathe out in one non-stop string of syllables. He could feel your hot breath return back to him after parting from his ass. You felt him shift his legs slightly, giving you a better angle to rim him.

He sprawled his hand out on the slate, his other hand shakily slotting the pool stick between his middle and index finger. He stopped finding relief on the table itself, let himself painfully ache as he did what you asked of him. In an almost twist of fate, this was the most ideal spot for him to sink the final ball into one of the six pockets on the table; the corner on the far-right looked the most appealing. Matt bent down, arching his back up and, by virtue of that, offered himself more to you. Your head nodded vigorously to both lick stripes over his hole and quickly slip in and out of his tight hole. The way it felt on your tongue and the way your tongue stretched him was like a perfect storm to throw off his aim. Matt took the shot and missed, the ball ricocheting of the east side of the table and then the north side, slowly rolling into the center.

While he may not have found victory, Matt rapidly found release moments later. He kept the cue in his hands, using the stick as a way to vent his pleasure with a tight grip on both ends. He applied as much pressure as the pleasure you elicited from him. You took the opportunity to reach up and grab ahold of his cock since he had yet to go back to grinding it. Your hand fondled him and jerked his length back and forth as he fell into a rhythm of grinding against your face and your hand. The movement quickened as he felt a welling inside his stomach. His senses told him that he was about to—and he did, shooting ropes along the side of the pooling table and sending them hurling to the ground just a short ways away from ruining his shoes and bunched up boxers as they landed by his feet.

Matt fought the urge to let out a noise, a hint that anything but an irregular pool game was in session. In his bliss, Matt had snapped the pool stick from the pressure he put on both ends. Jagged and sharp pieces of wood poked out of its innards, some of the wood chips scattering themselves over the table. You didn’t even notice it until you stood up, helping Matt affix his pants and belt.

“Guess we’ll call it a draw?” He asked, pretending as if he wasn’t going to lose the game.

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mypoisonedvine · 2 months

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sub! riley? Sub! Riley? sub! Riley? Sub! riley? sub! riley? Idk, like, maybe, possibly, a sub! riley fic? ya know, please😭

idk is it just me or does it kinda seem like anon wants a sub riley fic? (no it's cool though cause i want it too lmao)

WARNINGS: smut (obviously??? 18+ only), d/s dynamics with femdom, bondage, impact play, ruined orgasm, overstimulation

Your brows furrowed a bit when you looked at him, tied to the bed by his wrists and ankles, and noticed the massive grin on his face. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"You look hot," he announced proudly, and you glanced down at your outfit-- a somewhat uncoordinated assortment of shiny pleather and fishnet-- before looking at him again.

"Of course I do-- you picked all this out," you reminded him.

"But you look even better than I imagined," he sighed. "I can't believe you thought you wouldn't be able to pull it off."

You frowned slightly, wishing he hadn't brought up your first reactions to this Idea: how were you supposed to act stern and dominant when he obviously remembered how shy and nervous you'd been the first time he suggested that you dominate him?

Clearing your throat and crossing your arms, you looked him up and down. He looked good, too-- you liked how vulnerable he was, the way he was visibly overwhelmed with anticipation-- but you decided not to tell him that. "So, um, w-what are you gonna do to me?" he asked.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out, dear," you replied sharply, picking up the riding crop as his eyes sparkled. You decided then that he was having a little too much fun, taking this all not quite seriously enough (because of course he wasn't, it's Riley, when had he ever taken anything seriously?). You decided you needed to get some control back.

You tried not to let your hand shake as you brushed the end of the crop over him, dragging it down his torso, as his eyes quickly darted back and forth from you to the crop. As per usual, he became impatient quickly, and as you teased him with the end of it, he blurted out: "You know you're supposed to--"

You snapped him with it quickly, not too hard, on his stomach; he hissed and jumped slightly. "Of course I know what it's for, dumbass," you frowned, "you think I'm that stupid?"

"N-no, ma'am-- I'm sorry," he sighed.

"Sorry, huh? Then why's your cock so hard?"

"Um, well... can't you be sorry and horny at the same time?"

You laughed a little, but you could tell he knew it wasn't a fun laugh-- it was condescending, meant to make him a little concerned about what you were going to do to him next. "You're gonna find out how sorry you can really be, sweetie," you promised.

The expression on his face after that was just perfect: obviously concerned, yet undeniably desperate. You would've probably agreed to this sooner if you'd known how cute he would look all flustered like that.

You delicately drew the end of the crop up his thigh, noticing the way he tensed up more and more as it moved higher. You brushed the end over his balls, smirking when he bit his lip. "You're... not really gonna hit me there, right?"

You just shrugged, watching him squirm a bit as you moved the crop to ghost over his cock. You pulled it back suddenly, making him wince, but never brought it down; he eventually noticed that you hadn't hit him, and he opened one eye hesitantly to look at you before letting out a sigh.

"You scared me for a second," he mumbled, laughing slightly.

"I think you like being scared," you noticed, dragging the crop through the small puddle of precum he'd made-- then bringing the end up to his face. "Lick that up."

He had to stick his neck out a bit, unintentionally tugging on the restraints around his wrist, but he captured the crop in his lips and carefully licked off the slick fluid.

"You're pretty obedient," you observed as you pulled it away. "You're my good boy, hm?"

"Y-yes," he answered quickly; those puppy-dog eyes of his really sold his answer.

You set the crop down and got onto the bed with him, making him shift slightly as he tried to move closer to you before you'd even settled in your place: that is, between his legs, which wriggled a bit beside you. "Do you think good boys deserve a treat?"

He blinked quickly-- finally, he seemed a bit flustered, and you felt properly in control for once. Then again, it's hard not to feel in control when you've got someone's cock in your hand.

You spit on it first, before wrapping your fingers around his length and-- gently at first-- stroking it from the base to the tip and back. You knew starting slow was the secret to driving him crazy by the end of this... but even you were surprised by how quickly he started to fall apart.

Whenever he seemed to get more desperate, whenever he begged for you or bit his lip subconsciously, you slowed down again-- each time building up speed a bit faster until your hand was a blur... right before starting all over. It was probably only a few minutes of that treatment before he was visibly teetering over the edge.

His moans were different than usual: higher-pitched and needier, it seemed, and he never stopped blushing. And the more you touched him-- especially when you focused on swirling your hand around his tip or gave him some condescending praise like good boy-- the more he squirmed under you, panting and whimpering and tugging on the ropes around his wrists.

"Struggle all you want, baby, you're not going anywhere," you reminded him proudly.

"Can I come?" he asked suddenly.

"Oh, you're so sweet asking for permission," you praised. "Pathetic, but sweet."

He choked a little, shutting his eyes tighter as you kept stroking.

"You're close, huh?" you noticed, making him nod quickly, and you felt his cock flex in your hand-- so you started moving even faster. "You wanna come?"

"Please-- please," he hissed, hips starting to buck into your grasp, and you smiled. As much as you wanted to see him come, you wanted to watch him beg even more.

"Okay," you decided, "then come. Come for me."

Of course, it wasn't so simple. You immediately let go of his cock, watching as he helplessly rocked under you, whining for you to touch him again. "N-no, please," he began to beg, but it was too late: he was already coming anyway, his cock flexing as he shot ropes up over his chest. He wasn't actually crying, but his heartbroken moans almost made it seem like it. "Fuck," he panted in frustration as the high passed-- quickly, of course, with no other stimulation to keep him going.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" you teased with a grin. "I thought you wanted to come."

"I-I wanted you to touch me," he whimpered.

"Oh-- like this?" you offered, grabbing his swollen, leaking cock and beginning to stroke it again-- making his eyes shoot wide open and his body jerk under you.

"N-no, please, fuck, I just--" he gasped, but he cut himself off with a whine through his teeth as you went back to your pace from just a few moments before. "Fuck!"

"Are you too sensitive now?" you cooed sarcastically, squeezing him even tighter in your hand for a moment. He couldn't even answer, he was too busy tugging harder than ever on his restraints-- and you knew he couldn't get away with just ignoring your question like that.

You quickly bent your head down and captured his tip in your mouth, making him moan in a way you'd never quite heard before, equal parts pain and pleasure. "Oh, oh god," he choked out. "P-please, I--"

You suctioned your lips harder until he stopped talking, still stroking his length but letting your tongue swirl and tease his slit. A few more drops of come leaked into your mouth, and you hummed at the taste.

"Please, it's-- it's too much," he begged, but you kept going for another few moments before pulling away with a grin.

Your gaze met his; he was basically red all over now, his fists clenched tight, his lips open and panting, his eyes wet and glassy and desperate-- and a little terrified. Not to mention he was covered in come and helplessly tied to the bed. "Oh, baby," you cooed encouragingly, "you've got a long night ahead of you. But you want more, don't you?"

He swallowed thickly, but nodded: "Yes, ma'am."

#riley poole x reader #riley poole smut

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bluewatersfairy · 1 year

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could’ve been - j.p.

loosely inspired by H.E.R. & Bryson Tillers’ ‘Could’ve been’

synopsis: two exes run into each other at a night club and spend some time catching up

warnings: mature content, MINORS DNI! unprotected sex (carry a condom at all times in cases of emergencies), semi public sex (i guess?)

word count: 5.2k (thank you for your patience)

p.s. i started writing this during the off-season last year so the timeline is a bit fuzzy.

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All-star break had a habit of coming around right when everyone needed it. Though Jordan was still the same goofy dude he’d always been, he felt like he was walking around with a chip on his shoulder. He had been stuck in the mindset that he had something to prove all season, and it was starting to affect his mental.

His friend had suggested a night out to try and get his mind right and though it wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, he didn’t see it being a bad thing. He didn’t think it would be a good idea to drink so he volunteered to be the sober driver.

He was pressed up against the wall with a glass of lemon water when he caught a glimpse of someone who could’ve been you across the club. For just a moment, he felt his entire body freeze, pins pressing into the bottoms of his feet and nails dragged down the back of his neck. He stood up straight and rolled his shoulders back before leaning his head back again. He couldn’t pull his eyes away now, he was stuck doing this again.

Again because he’d done the exact same thing in London over the summer. Someone had slipped past him in a rush and for a split second he thought it was you. He’d stopped in his tracks and scanned the street. It wasn’t you, of course, he knew you were in New York for a work conference and still not returning his texts. Or even opening them to read. It just happened to be someone who was roughly the same height as you and wore the same perfume or used the same hair products. It couldn’t have been you.

San Francisco was a different story. You could very easily be in his adoptive city without him knowing. He was sure he’d heard your company’s name in passing a few times in the past two days, and he was sure he’d heard one of your co-workers talking on the phone as they skipped the line outside. She had a very strong accent, talked very fast and made a habit of yelling to be heard clearly on phone calls. Somehow she always called you when the two of you were together, and Jordan liked getting in on them. He could hear the whole conversation and it was too easy for him to do impressions and make you laugh whilst trying to be professional.

Once while on a video conference she was leading, Jordan had made you burst out into laughter that you’d have to cover with a coughing fit, excusing yourself and muting your mic. The two of you ended up on the floor laughing at the same thing over and over again until your sides hurt and tears were rolling down your face. Whenever he thought of your time together, it was a scene like that that stuck out. You were always laughing, joking, or out of breath in his presence, like you were filled with light.

It’s part of the reason why he was so blindsided when you showed up at his hotel door to tell him things had to end between the two of you; that this wasn’t what you needed, or wanted anymore. Jordan swore up and down that he could adjust what you needed to make it work, that he’d pull your weight while you couldn’t but all you could do was shake your head and say no.

Jordan had to chug his lemon water to make the thoughts stop. Some of it spilt down his face but he didn’t seem to care, just wiped it off on the back of his hand and continued to stare straight ahead. He kept his gaze slightly higher than the average height to make sure he didn’t catch a glimpse of anyone that could be you. But then the perfume you wear flushed his senses and forced his eyes shut. This wasn’t happening. It was all just wishful thinking. And it would remain wishful thinking.

“Can I stand here?” an index and middle finger touched just above his hip, the type of touch that he’d recognise anywhere. Even with his eyes closed and his mind and heart fighting over where they should run to.

“It’s a free country,” Jordan answered as he bravely turned his head to meet your gaze for the first time in close to a year.

It felt like something had hit his chest while he took you in, tingles spreading from his shoulder blades to his fingertips. Your cheeks looked slightly fuller than the last time he’d seen you, and there were no longer heavy bags under your eyes, and your lips were smooth, unbitten and shiny. You looked healthier, happier. Your smile worked like a key in his chest; things were trying to turn again.

“Hi Jordan,” you grinned with a glimmer of hope in your eyes, allowing yourself to take him in properly. You were glad you’d decided to cross the room to see him closer. You had no idea what you were starting, but you couldn’t stay away from him.

You weren’t sure if he’d seen you on his way in, he was surrounded by his friends and they seemed deep in conversation. You noticed him almost instantly. Ever since you’d gotten off the plane you’d been searching for him in every room. You couldn’t count on both hands how many times you’d hovered over his contact name over the past 3 days, but you’d somehow managed to stop yourself each time. Seeing him in the flesh was a different story. You could only be so strong.

“Hi,” he breathed out as he dropped his head so you’d be able to hear each other.

“I don’t think I can say your name, right now.” He confessed, his heart pounding in his chest. “I don’t know if you’re really here yet.”

You smiled as you wrapped your arm around his and slid your fingers down his forearm to tangle them in his own. The action triggered a rush of endorphins and nothing could stop the memories that followed. At various stages of your relationship, you'd used it as a silent communicator.

Sometimes it meant that you were ready to go, or that there was someone you wanted to introduce him to, and occasionally that you were dragging him away because he was making too good of an impression on a coworker you did not want to have to invite around for drinks or worse, a meal. Every now and again, it meant something less innocent, something the two of you rarely let happen outside the comforts of a bedroom. You’d gotten into the habit of squeezing his hand gently to confirm the message towards the end of the relationship, so when you squeezed his hand in that club, it felt like he’d been hit in the chest.

“I promise,” you said into his ear, “I really am here.”

He let out a deep breath and you watched as he glanced up for a few moments before relaxing into you. He seemed to hesitate against your person, his fingers barely grazing the skin of your forearm. When he did finally lay his hand on your arm, you could tell he was expecting to go straight through you.

“Here,” you half laughed as you moved so you were standing in front of him, facing him, and wrapped your arms around his waist. “You can hold me if you need to.”

Jordan half laughed in response but wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. You watched as his eyes scanned the room, his hands pressing into your lower back. He tucked his head and you were properly connected for the first time in what felt like forever.

“I was thinking about texting you tonight,” you confessed, “it would’ve been out of the blue but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Being able to look Jordan in the eye and hold him against you again felt a little too comfortable. You shouldn’t have liked it as much as you did.

“It’s been like that a lot for me too,” he licked his bottom lip, “there’s a lot I’ve been thinking about.”

“I’m proud of you,” you smiled softly, “I wasn’t sure if a text from me would ruin your celebrations, but I’ve never been more proud of all the work you’ve put in.” your lips brushed against his ear lobe as he leant in closer with every word you said.

“Nothing about you would’ve ruined anything,” he shook his head and tightened his grip on your waist, his thumb caressing your right hip, “if anything, it would’ve made things better.”

He was grinning, cheesing, like you’d said something funny, like he did in some of those pictures you’d seen during the celebrations. You scanned over his face again, taking time to look into his dopey eyes and cheeks to see if there was any sign of intoxication. You couldn’t do this if he wasn’t sober, that wouldn’t be fair.

“Have you been drinking?” you asked with your hand instinctively reaching for his neck, “I’m not wasting my breath if you’re not all here with me.”

Another big grin and something of a laugh; he really had a habit of confusing you further when it came to clarifying things. If it wasn’t for his hand’s grasp on your wrist, you would’ve given his face a little playful shove, and probably would’ve laughed too. But instead you took a small step back, unwrapping your arm from his waist, and put some space between the two of you. The desire to touch him remained, and you couldn’t bring yourself to lose his warmth, so your hand found itself resting on his chest. The vibrations of his heart pounding against his ribcage spread throughout your body.

“Jordan,” you raised your voice to make sure he could still hear you, “I’m being serious.”

You couldn’t help but smile, couldn’t help but blush with the way he looked at you. It was like nothing had changed in his eyes. They were ever so hooded, sleepy looking, with that sparkle of joy you felt whenever you closed your eyes. For a second there, you realised that this could’ve been reality if you hadn’t let him go, that this wouldn’t just be a passing moment, but a daily occurrence. What’s worse is you knew you were looking at him with the same admiration you always had. He still felt like your goofball guy, you still felt invincible in his arms, endlessly safe in his gaze.

“I’m sober, I promise,” he laughed as he pulled you closer to him, your fingers entwining, “I’m Ms. Daisy tonight, I’m responsible.”

“Responsible,” you teased with your head tilted and hands on his shoulders, “I’m not sure I’d use those exact words.”

“See, I’m grown now baby,” he smirked, “I take care of people, keep them in line, you know, the whole nine yards.”

Just like that, everything fell back into old patterns. The two of you were smiling and laughing, joking around and teasing each other like the past few months never occurred. In each other's embrace, quickly everything disappeared in the background and all you knew was each other.

Tucked away together, no one could touch or bother you. You were invisible to the rest of the world. Except when Jordan cut you off mid-sentence to put a hand out to stop someone from bumping directly into you. Well, a couple actually, they too seemed pretty caught up in their own world, just instead of catching up, they were making out.

“Cmon bro,” Jordan clicked as he moved you and them out of the way, “get a stall or something.” he looked annoyed and rolled his eyes before looking back down at you, barely even realising how he’d pulled you into his chest as if they were a true threat.

“What?” he asked you in a softer tone, his hand cupping the back of your head, “you got that look on your face.”

“I dunno what you’re on about,” you shrugged your shoulders, “this is the way I always look.”

He rolled his eyes again and shook his head, “I know that look well, you’re thinking dangerous, dangerous thoughts, and I’m not about to comply.”

“I’m thinking nothing of the sort,” but you were, “maybe we should go somewhere more private to talk though. I did not enjoy being involved in their very intimate moment.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, “sounds like an excuse, if you ask me.”

This time it was your turn to roll your eyes. You pulled away, grabbing his hand in the process, and started searching for a bathroom.

It wasn’t necessarily that you were trying to start something, but Jordan hit all your weak spots without meaning too. He always looked good, but there was something about him that night that was more alluring than before. It could’ve been that you hadn’t seen him in a while, or maybe that he was starting to fill out as he surpassed his scrawny teenage-like figure. There was more to him, physically and mentally, and you wanted to get all in it.

Which is exactly how the two of you ended up in a locked unisex bathroom at the back of the club. You were sitting on the counter with Jordan between your legs. His hands ran over your thighs, his fingers applying pressure every now and then. There was little room between the two of you, heart-to-heart you carried on talking. It was taking everything in you not to turn to the nasty corner of your mind that painted fantasies of Jordan part-time. He smelt so good and he made you laugh. Not to mention the flutter in your chest and the pulsing deep in you every time he looked at you.

It was all too easy, you pressed your lips together as you tilted your chin up to look at his face. The lines you'd drawn were starting to blur and fade away.

“I’ve missed this,” you sighed as your fingers caressed his neck and shoulders.

Jordan gave you a shy smile in response and cupped your chin in his right hand. You kept looking up at him and slowly his hand travelled to your throat. There was no risk, no added pressure in this gesture; just a reminder of what has passed and what still remained. The two of you were putty, easily pulled and shaped into whatever the other wanted. Stress free fun and a whole lot of love.

“Me too,” he breathed out as your lips brushed against one another. He was pulling you in with his entire being, but something was stopping him from making the connection. Every part of your body burnt with anticipation, and you weren’t above begging for it.

"Don't play games with me," you bit the inside of your lip, "you know what I want." You could feel your cheeks and chest flush as each word passed through your lips.

Somewhere between adoration, passion and pain, Jordan stared lasers into your soul. His breathing deepened while he analysed what you had said and what you were doing. Like you, he wanted to feel the fire that always came with your love. The endless burn of lust and greed that dripped from every part of him the second he saw you undress. He never wanted to lose you, never wanted to forget how good you looked on top of him. Tonight was no different, except for the tightness in the hole of his chest. He wanted to drink in the image of you in your little black dress and trace the curves of your body.

Jordan never wanted to forget this moment. He wanted you seared into his memory, let it be your silhouette he sees every time he closed his eyes.

The loss of contact surprised you as he took a few steps back. Your thighs felt cold without him on you. He crossed his arms and tilted his head at you, observing you, savouring you. His hooded eyes dragged over every inch of your body and you followed him. You leant back on your hands and spread your legs apart further. Your hand fell to spot his eyes seemed to forget and you drew him in.

Jordan felt like his mind was running 100 thoughts every millisecond that passed. Memories, wants and needs blended together. He needed to touch you with every part of him, wanted to drag his mouth over every inch of your skin. Without a second of warning, echoes of the past rang through his ears, his head between your thighs as you swore to the Heavens. There was nothing quite like you, nothing that he craved more on his tongue than your sweet pussy juices. He could eat it for hours and never get bored. There was always something new to try. And he loved how he could dig his fingers in your thighs. The small bruises from the pads of his fingers made him feel proud. The red handprints and grips on your ass and thighs gave him a spike of confidence. When he was inside you, he knew he was king. He never questioned his actions or his success, you were never shy when it came to unholy acts.

"You wanna know something?" Jordan asked as he found your eyes again.

You nodded your head and watched closely as he dragged the tip of his tongue across the soft pink lip of his bottom lip.

"This feels like the first time I'm seeing you all over again," he smiled shyly as he stepped closer to you again, his hands on your thighs. "Like it feels like I've never touched you before. I feel all giddy and nervous."

His tone didn't match his words. He spoke low and with confidence. He consistently had a demeanour that could only be described as smooth and it always sent a shiver down your spine when he got close. He pulled you in mentally and you wanted to melt into him.

"You've always known how to touch me," you reassured him as you reached your hand out to hold his neck. He tilted his head and smiled at you.

You could tell there were words that were better left unsaid at that moment. His eyes, though playful, held that glimmer of doubt you'd left him with. Neither of you could bear to address the elephant in the room. Instead, you let the wants and needs of your body paint the fantasies the two of you shared.

You felt like Jordan was waiting on you. So very gently you pressed a kiss to the right and then left side of his neck; just below his pulse points. His eyes were closed when you guided his face so that you could place your lips to his forehead, then to the tip of his nose. He hummed his approval of each touch, the sides of his mouth pulled up into a blissful smile.

You pushed your lips together as you ran your thumb across his. Jordan’s hands slipped up your body and wrapped around your torso, pulling you even closer to him.

“Cmon baby,” he mumbled with you flushed against his chest, your lips with barely any space between them again, “you’re allowed to kiss me. I’d prefer it, actually.” his eyes flicked from your lips to both your eyes and it started to feel like it was all too much.

You reached out to him and let your lips encase his. It was like an electric volt was sent down your spine and something switched in both of you. In a matter of moments, your kisses became sloppy and rushed, the two of you trying to get closer. You needed to feel Jordan on every inch of your skin and it seemed he felt the same.

The first time your lips separated, Jordan took his glasses off and immediately attached his lips to your neck. His hand pulled your head back with gentle force and a gasping moan escaped your opened mouth. The sleeves of your dress were pulled off your shoulders and Jordan’s mouth followed. His teeth and lips dragged across your hot skin, hissing as he groped your breasts with both hands.

You pushed your dress further down to expose your chest to him fully. You were completely out of breath when he wrapped his lips around your left breast, his tongue catching your nipple and flicking it before he began to suck.

You encouraged him with affirming words and louder moans. Unconsciously, your hips rolled towards him. The only thing your body knew was him and the only thing it needed was continuous contact with something warm. Every inch of you ached for him, begged and pleaded for him.

“Jordan,” you gasped out as you tried to grab at his clothes, “I need you on me baby, take it off.”

He nodded his head and took a step back to pull his shirt off over his head. Your eyes fell on the tent he’d pitched in his pants and you couldn’t help but feel pleasure. You pulled your dress off and slipped your panties off, no longer sitting on the bench.

You kissed Jordan and dragged your hands over his naked chest. You pushed him against the spot you’d just been sitting and started to kiss down his neck. You kissed a trail between his pecs and licked a line down his abdomen. You smiled up at him, now on your knees as you worked to get his pants off.

“Fuck, you know me so well,” he moaned as you palmed him through his pants, “don’t play with me baby, I don’t have much patience tonight.” he bit down hard on his bottom lip as you freed him.

You kissed the tip of his dick before spitting on it and using your hand to stroke him and spread your saliva. He threw his head back, the veins of his neck strained and he let out a throaty groan. With two hands, you stroked him and added more of your spit. You’d forgotten how much fun it was to have this type of control over him. You loved seeing him strain to contain himself and the rush it sent through him. He would only let you do so much but you loved it when he let you decide how things were gonna play out.

“I don’t have condoms,” you said with one hand reaching under his shaft to play with his balls, “do you care?”

“That depends,” he groaned out with his eyes squeezed shut, “you slept with anyone?”

“No,” you swallowed as your eyes met, “have you?” his eyes were darker than before – you weren’t sure if it was because you were getting him off or because of what he’d just asked you. Either way, you felt it down in your stomach.

“I haven’t,” he confirmed and you stood up quickly.

Jordan grabbed you again, his strong arms lifting you so you were against the counter again. He kissed you with a sense of urgency, his tongue dipping into your mouth. Your moans mixed together and your legs wrapped around him, your hand reaching between the two of you.

“God, I need you inside of me, Jordan,” you said, dripping with sex. The two of you were focused on the space between you. You pumped his length a few more times before running his tip through your slit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he spoke with amazement, his voice breathy.

He grabbed your neck and turned your face so you were looking at him when you put him inside you. His mind took a mental recording of the look and sound of relief that left your body as he filled you up.

“My pretty baby,” he cooed with a devilish smirk, “don’t I feel good inside of you?”

You were speechless, nothing more than mewls and moans of joy were able to be expressed. You felt so tight and you swore you could feel every inch of him. It was hot, in every way. You wanted to stay in the moment as long as you could, but there was little you could focus on other than how good it felt.

“You feel so good,” you spoke mindlessly, “fuck me please, give it to me.”

Jordan listened. His hips pulled back and angled back into you perfectly for the first few strokes. Each sound you let out egged him on so much so that he very quickly reached an erratic pace. He was being fuelled by his own needs and unfulfilled desires and your constant confirmations of pleasure.

“Look at me baby,” Jordan found himself saying as he moved your leg so that you were now on your side, your head leaning partially on the mirror to keep yourself up as you fell into pure bliss.

You found his brown eyes as his hand came down hard on your ass cheek. You gasped and reached for his hand, giggling a little. He smiled and watched you move it to rest between your thighs. He read your sign loud and clear and started to stimulate your clit. You called out his name loudly and threw your head back.

“Oh just like that, yes.” you felt like you were floating for all of 30 seconds before he moved his hand away. You were about to protest, open your eyes and speak, but you were still getting fucked in the exact way you loved, and it was hard to concentrate.

“Look me in my eye,” Jordan said roughly, this time with his hand grabbing at your face so you’d actually make eye contact with him. “Don’t that feel nice?”

“It feels so nice,” you responded loudly, his hand back on your clit before you could fully process it. “You’re so fucking deep, I need you so badly.”

Jordan groaned in response, feeling your walls grip around him as if you never wanted him to leave. He wanted to savour the beautiful feeling of you and never let it go. He may have been caught up in the moment, but he hadn’t forgotten all his troubles. The way he felt about you hadn’t changed, and seeing how well you fell back into old habits and how perfectly your bodies fit together, he was convinced this all meant something. Something this good couldn’t get lost. He wasn’t going to lose you again.

“Baby boy,” the nickname passed through your lips like silk, your hand reaching out to him, “stay here with me, don’t get lost in the other shit.”

Your words practically melted him into you, your bodies moving so his arms could wrap you in a hug. He filled you to the hilt again and you squeezed your eyes shut, your mouth dropping open in a silent, all consuming moan.

“This better?” Jordan asked smiling, his forehead now resting against yours.

“Mhm,” you hummed and caught his lips on yours as you pulled him even closer. The new angle he thrusted into you was sending repeated shots of pleasure up your spine. It was pure ecstasy and made your verbal reactions even louder. “This is exactly what I needed.”

In Jordan’s strong grip, you were perfectly in rhythm with one another. Though the composure of the sex was slipping, you were only growing more needy. Your lips and teeth dragged over his soft skin and he did the same, his lips attaching to your neck at any chance he could get.

“You feel so fucking good on me,” Jordan grunted out between thrusts.

He was close. The look on his face and the way his hips were starting to move without control or rhythm was enough for you to know. You were too, ultimately. When you told your friends you fit together, you never felt like it really sold just how good this could all be. He could drag his cock over all the best spots inside your pussy, and give you enough friction on your clit to make you dance. You wanted all of him, and nothing less.

“Cmon baby,” you moaned, “keep going. Please don’t stop.”

As if it was a trigger, Jordan’s rhythm was quickly lost and his hips started to move faster, chasing a high to fulfil your pleads. His groans and thrusts pulled moans and curses out of you, your eyes squeezing shut as you opened up your chest.

“Nah baby,” he spoke roughly as he wrapped his hand around your throat, “you gotta look at me now.” He grinned as you moaned again. You opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off with his lips, his tongue licking into you.

“Fuck,” he groaned as your walls clenched around him, “keep doing that and I’ma cum inside you.”

“God, I want you to,” you gasped as he somehow reached deeper inside of you. “Cum inside me, please, please, please.”

Your begging was enough to send him over the edge. He filled you to the hilt and let out an incoherent string of curses and your name. Your walls contracted with every twitch of his tip, spurting hot liquid into you. When he felt he was finished, he pulled his hips back again and kissed you. He moved with precise strokes that had you calling to a higher place. He was dragging over your g-spot over and over again and it was exactly what you needed to send you over the edge.

You threw your head back, your back arching the same way and said his name over and over again, praising him. He scattered kisses all over your exposed neck and decolletage until he felt your pulsating core begin to subside.

“I can’t tell you how much I missed seeing you like that,” Jordan cheesed with your hands cupping his face. You looked him over, the same cheesy grin spreading across your cheeks.

His chest heaved in sync with yours and a layer of sweat covered his beautiful brown skin. He looked ethereal and the way the light caught his sweat gave him a golden aura. You couldn’t resist gently pressing kisses to his collarbone along to his shoulder where you rested your chin.

“There really is no one like you.”

You gazed up at him and felt your heart skip a beat. It wasn’t easy to accept, but you could see how you could have been wrong. The best things in life were rarely easy. And really, the more you thought about it, the more you knew that the difficult things that made you break things off with him were circumstantial and out of your control. Maybe it wouldn’t be ideal, but you couldn’t see yourself living without him. Plus, the last time you guys had sex couldn’t be in the uni-sex bathroom of a club you’d probably never return to.

“Hey Jordan,” you said softly after a peaceful silence of you both looking at each other, “I know there’s a lot to be said, but I was wondering,” you trailed off with a smile.

“Yeah?” Jordan encouraged, his smile growing wider.

“Do you wanna give us another go?”

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