#GET THAT PUSSY MISS JONES

[dykeyangel]

roy kent is actually an ally for breaking up with keeley so that she could do this

#GET THAT PUSSY MISS JONES #keeley jones should have more gay sex in her office as she is a boss ass bitch who deserves ir #ted lasso

[proxima-writes]

the right wrong number

pairing: pre/no outbreak!joel miller x soccer coach!female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 6k

summary:

When Joel receives a dirty text from an unknown number, he gives into his curiosity and messages back.

He doesn’t expect the number to belong to his daughter’s summer camp soccer coach.

dear reader:

this work is a request and a birthday gift for my sweet baby @mydailyhyperfixations , who’s been one of my biggest supporters since i started posting my work on tumblr. ily, and i hope you love the fic! special thanks to @cutesyscreenname for helping me with some lil details to finish this surprise. support and mdni banners by @saradika

content warnings:

explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), age difference (undefined, but references are made), pre/no outbreak!joel miller, identity porn, wrong number au, sexting, dom/sub dynamics, use of ‘sir’, pet names, praise, thigh riding, semi-public sexual activity, spanking, safe word discussion, dirty talk, p in v. let me know if i’ve missed any!

Unknown Number: I had a really good time at dinner tonight!

Joel stares at his phone in confusion. It’s past midnight and he’s been sitting on the couch nursing a beer and watching Indiana Jones. He’s been in the same spot since Sarah went to bed a couple hours ago. His phone beeps again.

Unknown Number: It’s too bad we didn’t have time to visit Noir.

Joel raises his eyebrows. Noir is a bar in downtown Austin known for its calendar of speciality kink events. He’s seen it come up in his Google searches of local bars and had considered going to an event or two but never worked up the courage. His kinks remain between him and his porn search history.

Unknown Number: Wanna see what you missed out on?

[Photo 01.jpg]

Curiosity gets the better of him and he clicks on the image attachment. He nearly drops his phone when a photo of a woman fills his screen, sweet curves hugged by black lace on white sheets. He should absolutely tell her that she has the wrong number. His fingers type across the screen.

Damn, seems a shame something that gorgeous is going to waste.

Unknown Number: Who says it has to go to waste?

Joel swallows nervously. He’s already hard in his jeans, cock pressing urgently against his pants. He palms himself, trying to collect his thoughts.

Unknown Number: I’m feeling a little needy over here.

[Photo 02.jpg]

Against his better judgment, Joel opens the second photo and has to bite back a groan at the image of the woman’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of the panties, fingers hidden from sight behind lace and silk.

You want me to tell you how to play with that pretty pussy?

Joel squeezes his eyes shut as he presses send. This is a colossally stupid idea. This is a stranger, and he’s not the intended recipient of these messages.

Unknown Number: I’d really like that, sir.

Fuck it, Joel thinks. In for a penny, in for a pound.

Start by circling those fingers over your clit. Nice and slow.

And when you feel like you could cum, I want you to go even slower.

Unknown Number: It’s too slow. I want more.

Be patient, baby. And aren’t you forgetting something?

Unknown Number: Sorry. I want more, SIR.

Joel presses a hand to the bulge in his jeans, the pressure offering little relief.

Now don’t start being a brat, sweetheart. You won’t like the result.

Unknown Number: Oh yeah? What would you even do?

I’d love nothing more than to bend you over the edge of the bed, ass ready to be spanked red.

Unknown Number: Fuck, that would feel so good. Bet your hands would feel amazing marking me up.

You still being a good girl and following my instructions?

Unknown Number: I think I forgot. Could you remind me, sir?

You’ll have to ask more nicely than that.

Unknown Number: Could you *please* remind me, sir?

Joel runs a hand over his beard before reaching for the forgotten beer on the coffee table and taking a swig.

You’re supposed to be teasing yourself for me. Nice and slow.

I want you to pinch your nipples until they’re nice and tight, too.

Unknown Number: Like this?

[Photo 03.jpg]

Joel bites his lip as he opens the third photo. You’ve got your bra pulled down to expose your nipples, hard and perfect and begging for his mouth. He unbuttons his jeans, tossing his phone on the couch only long enough to shimmy the denim down his thighs and free his leaking cock.

Just like that, baby. Such a good girl for me.

Unknown Number: Are you touching yourself, too, sir?

Of course I am, baby.

Unknown Number: Can I see, sir? Please?

Joel’s hand falters as alarm bells blare in his head. He should absolutely not open his camera. And he should definitely not find the perfect angle that doesn’t show his face. And he certainly should not grip his cock around the base, holding it steady as the shutter sounds and a new photo is saved to his camera roll.

No. He shouldn’t do any of that.

[Photo 04.jpg]

Unknown Number: God, your cock would feel so good in me right now.

Joel’s right hand moves at a steady pace up and down his length, left hand fumbling to type a reply.

Why don’t you fuck your little fingers and pretend it’s me, then?

Unknown Number: Won’t fill me up nearly as much, sir.

Be a good girl and follow my directions, baby.

Unknown Number: [Photo 05.jpg]

He opens the photo and his cock pulses in his fist. She has her underwear shoved to the side, two fingers plunged into her glistening pussy. His mind reels with an image of this faceless woman writhing on the bed reading his words, thinking about his cock stretching her open and he has to bite his lip to just keep the responding moan trapped in his throat.

Unknown Number: Can I cum, sir? Please?

Since you asked so nicely, yes. Make yourself cum for me, sweetheart.

Joel sets the phone aside on the couch, closing his eyes as he pumps himself with a tight fist while he imagines your desperate pussy clenching around your fingers. He cups his palm over the head of his cock as his release hits him like a freight train, hips flexing from the couch to chase the lingering sensations of ecstasy from his hand.

He stands, pulling his pants up without bothering to fasten them so that he can wash his hands in the kitchen sink. Guilt settles on his shoulders as he dries his hands with the dish towel while he stares at the couch where his phone is lit up with another message from a stranger he had no business seeing that much of.

He approaches the couch and sits with a sigh, running a hand over his face before picking his phone up to read her message:

Unknown Number: Easily my best orgasm. Hope it was for you, too. Don’t be a stranger xx

Feeling like an asshole, Joel deletes the thread and the wrong number for good, but it’s fine.

It’s not like he’ll ever meet her, anyways.

——————

You’re on the phone with your best friend, telling her about how the last guy you went out with about a week ago, a guy named Jeremy you met on a dating app, still hasn’t reached out to you again despite what you’d thought was a successful date.

“So he just never reached out to you after you sexted him all night?” She asks. “Men are so weird.”

You cradle the phone between your ear and shoulder as you zip up your duffel bag of equipment. It’s the beginning of June and the summer soccer intensive camp for junior league starts today. You’ve got a full registration for the girl’s 13-15 division and you’re excited to get back on the field and help these girls do their best in a sport you love.

“Nope. Maybe I came on too strong? I don’t know,” you reply.

“You did come strongly. At least, that’s what you told me,” she says with a laugh. “Well, that’s too bad. Maybe you’ll meet a hot dad coaching this year.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not fucking someone’s dad.”

“Never say never, babe.”

“I gotta go find my damn cleats. I’ll talk to you later,” you tell her.

“Fine, I expect a full run down of every DILF you meet today.”

You hang up as she laughs, tossing your phone into your personal bag that you keep separate from the gear before you go in search of your cleats from your room.

——————

Joel and an over-excited Sarah sit in the parking lot of the soccer field that her summer camp is being conducted at, ridiculously early at Sarah’s insistence because she didn’t want to be late on the first day. They’re the only car in the parking lot so far, having apparently beat even the coach, and Joel sips at his travel mug of coffee in the hopes that it grants him energy.

Another car pulls up and parks beside his truck, loud music blaring from the open window. Sarah waves excitedly.

“That’s the coach,” she explains.

Joel watches you get out of your car and pop the trunk. You start pulling out bags of soccer balls and stacks of orange cones, bags of agility equipment and strength training aids. He opens the door to his truck and jogs over.

“Hey, you need any help with that?” He asks. You look over at him in surprise, eyes wide.

“Oh, uh, sure. That would be great,” you reply.

“I’m Joel Miller, and this is my daughter, Sarah,” he says, gesturing to the young girl. She gives a little wave and he extends a hand out to you.

You give him your name, shaking his outstretched hand. “Y’all are a little early,” you reply, hefting a bag over your shoulder.

“My dad’s always late but I didn’t want to be late for camp,” Sarah says. Joel narrows his eyes at her.

“Not a problem. You can help me set up the cones,” you tell her. His daughter gives you a bright smile and he almost forgives her for throwing him under the bus. “I’ll grab these two bags, you grab the cones, and Mr. Miller, could you grab the balls, please?”

Joel fights back his childish laughter at your request, grabbing the bags as instructed. “Just Joel, please.”

You smile at him and he feels a bit blindsided by how it makes his heart beat faster, his palms a little sweatier. You’re very pretty, fresh faced and ready for a day of work, wearing one of those quick dry workout shirts that clings to your curves and a pair of shorts that show off your strong legs. Some traitorous part of his brain wonders what it would feel like to have those legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Alright then, Just Joel. Let’s go.”

——————

“Thank you for the help,” you tell Sarah’s dad. You’re trying very hard not to let your eyes linger on the bulge of his biceps or the broad expanse of his back as he sets down the two bags of soccer balls and places his hands on his hips.

He’s a handsome man, older than you by at least a few years, with tan skin and dark hair and kind brown eyes that crinkle at the corners when he smiles at something Sarah says. His daughter has the same brown eyes and olive skin, her dark curly hair pulled into a bun.

Of course the first parent you meet this summer is a hot dad. It’s like you’ve spoken it into the universe.

“Not a problem. Glad I can be useful if I’m goin’ to be here this early,” he replies with a narrowed glance at Sarah, who is suddenly very interested in the stack of cones she carried to the field. “Anythin’ else you need me for?”

“Let me get you the game schedule and contact sheet.” You open your bag and pull out your folder of materials you like to give to parents, assembling a stack of papers for him. “On top you’ve got the emergency contacts sheet. Fill that out with your contact information and an alternate’s information, too, just in case I can’t reach you or someone else needs to pick Sarah up. You’ll want to have Sarah bring that back tomorrow.”

You flip the page. “The second page is just a welcome letter. It’s got my phone number on it, feel free to text or call if you have any questions or if Sarah can’t make it one day.”

“And then last we’ve got the camp schedule. The girls will have two tournament days where they’ll play against some nearby summer camp leagues. You can sign up to bring a snack by filling out the piece at the bottom. Do you have any questions?”

“I don’t suppose I do. You’re very organized,” he says, taking the packet from you. You can feel your cheeks heating.

“Thanks,” you murmur. “Well, I gotta finish setting up.”

“I won’t get in your way.” He calls out to Sarah and the young girl runs up to give him a hug goodbye. “Be good. I’ll see you later.”

——————

Joel Miller is the first at the field in the mornings helping you set up for the day and last parent to leave at pick-up, after he’s loaded your trunk up with the equipment, wiping the sweat from his brow as he grins at you.

His daughter is a great player, quick on her feet and smart as a whip, picking up the footwork skills you teach like they’re second nature. You’re telling Joel as much Friday afternoon in the second week of camp when Sarah bounds up and asks if you want to get ice cream with them.

“That’s a great idea, baby girl,” Joel says before you can decline. You blink at him and he gives you that lopsided grin that’s been giving you butterflies since the first day on the field. “But if you order mint chocolate chip, you’re buyin’ it yourself.”

“Good news, I’m a plain ol’ chocolate kinda gal,” you tell him with a laugh.

“Me, too!” Sarah says.

“I’ll follow you guys,” you suggest. Joel gives you a quick nod, herding Sarah into his truck and taking off toward town.

You follow them to a little ice cream parlor, the kind that sells old fashioned sundaes and thick milkshakes with red and white striped straws. You park beside them, watching as Sarah hops from the truck with a wide grin on her face and her dad comes around, slinging a strong arm over her shoulder and pulling her close. Your heart feels warm looking at them.

Once inside, Joel and Sarah end up ordering a sundae to split while you get a small cone of chocolate ice cream. You try to tell Joel not to pay for you, but he hits you with a look that has your mouth going dry, any argument disappearing as all your blood rushes south and makes you ache between your legs.

“I’ll go get us a table outside,” you offer, licking at your treat. You don’t miss the way Joel’s eyes track the path of your tongue.

You watch the busy foot traffic while you wait for the Millers to join you, the warm Texas air wrapped around you while you enjoy the slight breeze and your cold dessert.

A deep voice calls your name and you look around, finding a familiar face on the crowded sidewalk.

“Jeremy, hey. How are you?” You ask as the man approaches. It feels like forever ago that you went to dinner together and looking at him now you think he’s handsome but he doesn’t hold a candle to Joel.

“I’m good. Been busy. I gotta say, I was a little bummed I didn’t hear from you after our date. Thought we had a good time,” he says, running a hand through his hair.

“Didn’t…hear from me?” You ask nervously.

He tilts his head. “Yeah. Thought you said you would text me when you got home.”

“Uh…yeah. Sorry. I guess I just forgot.”

The bell dings above the door to the ice cream parlor, Joel and Sarah emerging with a sundae piled with whipped cream. Jeremy looks toward them, then back at you.

“I’m guessing another date is off the table?” He asks, slipping his hands into his pants pockets.

Joel looks between the two of you, brow furrowed as he sets the sundae on the metal table and Sarah takes a seat, digging in immediately.

“Jeremy, this is Joel and his daughter, Sarah. She’s in my soccer camp this summer. Joel, this is my friend Jeremy,” you introduce. Jeremy holds a hand out to Joel, who shakes it briefly, brows still pinched.

“I better get going. Nice seeing you, let me know if you want to get together again,” Jeremy says before turning to leave. When you glance at Joel, his shoulders are drawn up and jaw clenched tight as he stabs his spoon into his ice cream.

“What do you guys have planned this weekend?” You ask to break the silence. Sarah perks up and begins to tell you about how her Uncle Tommy, Joel’s brother, is taking her to a local carnival. You listen and nod along despite the fact that your thoughts are stuck on Jeremy’s words.

If it wasn’t Jeremy on the other end of your conversation that night…who was it?

——————

As the three of you walk back to your vehicles, Joel’s still thinking about that man who’d been talking to you at the ice cream shop and how it made his blood burn hot to hear him mention going on a date with you. His pulse pounded in his ears as he shook the guy’s hand, any information about the guy going right over his head. He didn’t even taste the ice cream or hear the conversation you and Sarah had about the weekend, lost in his thoughts about how between early mornings helping you prep for camp and late afternoons at pick up have all somehow allowed you to burrow into his heart.

A hand wraps around his bicep, halting him in his steps. He glances at your concerned face and suddenly all that tension leaves him in a rush. Sarah says her goodbye, hugging you around your waist before hopping into the truck, leaving the two of you alone.

“You okay?” You ask, taking a step closer.

“I’m great, sweetheart. Get home safe,” he says, eyes dipping briefly to your mouth. Your tongue pokes out, tracing your lower lip. He takes a step back before he’s tempted to lean in and chase the taste of chocolate and you.

“I’ll see you Monday?”

“Bright and early.”

——————

Sarah spikes a fever Sunday night and spends the night curled around the toilet while Joel coaxes some water into her and keeps her hair out of harm's way. When it seems that the worst of her nausea has passed, Joel leaves her to rest in her bed while he goes downstairs and grabs the contact list you’d given him at the beginning of camp.

He starts a text, letting you know that Sarah’s sick and won’t make it to camp, at least for today. When it’s sent, he heads back upstairs, armed with a sleeve of crackers to deliver to his daughter.

Maybe he can squeeze in a little bit of sleep for himself.

——————

Hey, it’s Joel. Sarah’s sick and won’t make it to camp today.

You stare at the text, mind reeling. Not because a parent is texting you, that’s pretty common and you hope Sarah is doing okay, but because you already have a thread with Joel.

One where you’d called him sir and told him his cock would feel so good inside of you because you’d thought you’d been texting Jeremy. Your cheeks feel so hot you worry spontaneous human combustion could actually be a thing.

What are you even supposed to do in this situation? Do you tell him about it?

Hey, Joel. No worries. Thanks for letting me know, hope she feels better soon. Oh, also, you’ve sent me a picture of your dick.

You delete the last line immediately, hitting your phone against your forehead like doing so might make your thoughts make sense.

Hey, Joel. No worries. Thanks for letting me know, hope she feels better soon. Any chance you can make good on that promise and bend me over the bed?

You delete the last line again with a groan.

Hey, Joel. No worries. Thanks for letting me know, hope she feels better soon. There’s something I want to talk to you about. Would you be able to meet with me after practice this week? Or sometime this weekend?

You hit send before you can back out, tossing your phone in your bag as you get ready to head out the door.

——————

Joel wakes later in the morning and reads your text message. His mind races with what you could want to talk to him about. Maybe you noticed how he reacted to your friend and wanted to tell him you’re uncomfortable? Or maybe something to do with Sarah?

Fuck, he thinks, scrubbing a hand over his face. He reads the message a few more times but it doesn’t reveal any additional clues. He types out a message, pressing send before he can overthink the contents.

She seems to be doing better. Should be back to camp tomorrow. I can meet you somewhere for dinner on Friday after camp? My treat.

——————

Joel’s text plays on a loop in your brain for the rest of the week. Unlike the previous weeks of camp, he and Sarah don’t show up early. In fact, he’s been dropping her off almost at the last minute and picking her up promptly when camp ends, always managing to show up when you’re already pulled into conversation with another parent and driving off before you have a chance to talk with him.

On Friday, Joel is at the field early, leaning against his truck as he talks to Sarah. You park beside them, and he helps you unload your car and set up for the day, just as he had the weeks prior, making small talk like he hadn’t just spent the week dodging you after suggesting dinner. When everything is unpacked and Sarah is kicking a ball around, you follow Joel to his truck under the guise of needing one more thing from your car.

“Hey, are we still on for dinner?” You ask him. He runs a hand through his hair and you try not to let yourself zero in on the way his bicep flexes with the motion.

“‘Course. How ‘bout I meet you at that diner downtown? The one with the—“

“All day breakfast?” You finish. Joel grins.

“Yeah, that’s the one. Is six good?”

“Six is great.” You smile back at him, lost in the way his eyes crinkle in the corners and his mouth lifts slightly higher on the right.

“Coach!” Sarah yells, making you jump.

“Guess I better get out there,” you say, shifting nervously.

“Yeah, I’ll uh…I’ll see you later?” He asks.

“Looking forward to it.”

——————

To your surprise, it’s not Joel that picks up Sarah that afternoon, but another man with familiar brown eyes and dark curly hair. You grab your folder from your bag as Sarah greets the man, flipping through the pages until you’ve found her emergency contact form.

“Hey there,” the man says, a grin lighting up his face. “I’m Sarah’s Uncle Tommy.”

You shake the hand he’s held out towards you and introduce yourself. “Nice to meet you. Mind if I check your ID for alternate pick up?”

“Go right ahead,” he replies, pulling a worn brown leather wallet from his jeans and handing you his ID from its contents. “Don’t judge the photo, alright? It’s old.”

A younger version of the man in front of you is pictured on the card, his curly dark hair buzzed short and a grim expression on his face. You note the name THOMAS MILLER beside the picture and check it against Sarah’s emergency contact form.

“Thanks, Tommy,” you tell him, handing back the ID. There’s a brief silence where Tommy seems to be assessing you.

“So…,” he says, rocking on his heels, “you’re the girl that’s got Joel all tangled up, huh?”

You blink. “Uh—“

“Uncle Tommy! Let’s go!” Sarah shouts from the parking lot.

“Hold your horses!” Tommy yells. He gives you one last knowing smirk. “Have fun with Joel tonight!”

You watch him jog over to the truck and get behind the wheel, Sarah waving at you as he pulls out of the parking spot. You wave back, but your mind is stuck on Tommy’s words, the implication of them having your stomach doing backflips.

——————

Joel’s fingers fidget with the straw wrapper, ripping it into small pieces that build in a pile on the laminate table while he waits for you to arrive for dinner. He’s still not sure what this is all about and that uncertainty has had him stuck in his head to the point where Tommy was giving him a hard time at work about it.

“Let me know if you need me to stay with Sarah overnight,” Tommy had said as Joel checked himself in the hall mirror one last time before leaving the house.

“It ain’t like that,” he grumbled back, but there was no changing his brother’s mind.

“Sure, you keep tellin’ yourself that.”

The bell above the diner door rings with a new customer, pulling Joel from his thoughts. You’ve just walked in wearing a dress, a far cry from the soccer shorts and t-shirt he’s seen you in every day this summer. His gaze is pulled to the tantalizing glimpse of your chest he gets from the deep neckline and the way the fabric swishes against your thighs as you approach.

“Hi,” you say, sliding into the booth across from him. “Thanks for meeting me.”

“Sure,” Joel says, giving you what he hopes is a confident smile but he’s almost certain it’s more of a grimace.

A silence settles over the table as you both look at the laminated menus like they hold the secret to the universe. The waitress swings by and takes your orders - chocolate chip waffles for you and a medium rare burger for Joel.

“How’s Sarah doing with the camp?” Joel asks.

“She’s doing great. Easily one of the best players I’ve got this year,” you reply.

“Good that’s…good. You used to play for UT, right?”

“Yep, starting forward until I tore my ACL,” you tell him. “Now I coach because you can take the girl out of soccer but you can’t take the soccer from the girl.”

“That’s impressive,” Joel comments. “Is coaching your full time job?”

“No, I work in marketing for an instrument production company.”

“Really? You play anything?”

“Some guitar, a little piano. Nothing crazy. Do you?”

Joel laughs. “Been a while, but I got a guitar stashed away in a closet somewhere.”

The waitress returns with your food, setting the plates in front of you and asking if either of you need anything else before leaving the two of you to your meals.

Joel is a few bites into his burger when you set your fork down and say, “Look, I’m just gonna come right out and say it. You’ve sent me a picture of your dick.”

Joel nearly chokes, sputtering for air around his burger and grabbing his Coke, desperate for relief. He chugs the beverage, tears in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” You ask, wide eyes full of concern.

“No, I’m not okay, what do you mean I’ve sent you a picture of my dick?” He hisses, looking around the mostly empty diner.

“About a month ago I went on a date with that guy I ran into at the ice cream place, Jeremy? We met on a dating app so we were messaging through there and he gave me his number at the end of the night,” you say quickly. “And I texted the number with some…racy photos. And messages.”

Joel feels the rising panic in his chest. No, there’s absolutely no way that random number could have been you. There’s no way he sexted his daughter’s soccer coach.

“I didn’t find out it was you until you texted me about Sarah being sick. I still had the chat with your number,” you finish, reaching into your bag and pulling out your phone. Joel watches with building dread as you tap on the screen and set the phone on the table, sliding it toward him.

You’ve opened the chat with him, the innocuous messages at the bottom about Sarah missing camp giving way to photo attachments he doesn’t dare click on but remembers vividly. He looks up at you.

“I…I’m so sorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t have replied, the messages weren’t meant for me.”

“I’m not mad,” you assure him. “A little embarrassed, maybe. But also…can I be completely honest?”

“Of course.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your messages.”

Joel’s mouth drops open in surprise. “You…really?”

“Yeah. And knowing it’s you…,” you say, voice trailing off. Your eyes are dark, a little smirk playing on your lips that has Joel’s cock twitching with interest. “Well, that makes it better.”

“It does?” Joel asks. You nod, picking up a bite of waffle with your fork, a moan of appreciation leaving your lips.

“It does,” you confirm.

Joel turns around in the booth and flags down the waitress.

“Check, please!”

——————

After paying for dinner, Joel walks you to the parking lot, his broad palm on your low back directing you to where his truck is parked.

He’s got you pressed against the passenger door, his chest grazing yours with each breath he takes. He lifts a hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip. His gaze grows dark as you dart your tongue out, flicking it against the digit.

“Such a fuckin’ tease,” he says. Gone is the man who was mortified to find out he’d been sexting you and in his place is the man behind the screen. “You wore this little dress because you knew exactly what you wanted, isn’t that right?”

“Maybe,” you murmur. “You don’t like it?”

“Mm,” he hums, “Ain’t a matter of not likin’ it, trust me.”

His hands grip your hips, the fabric bunching in his fists as he moves a thigh between your legs. The sudden friction of his jeans, even through the barrier of your underwear, has you gasping.

“Joel,” you whimper, grinding over the muscle of his thigh. He kisses along the length of your neck, lips right over your racing pulse. “Come on, take me home.”

“You can ask more nicely than that,” he says, hands guiding the movement of your hips, forward and back, across his thigh. You moan, louder than you intended, too loud for the parking lot of a busy diner at dinner rush.

“Please, sir,” you whisper. “Please, take me home.”

“Cum on my thigh and we can leave,” he replies. “Leave a nice little wet spot on my jeans and then I’ll take you home and make you scream my name as loud as you need to.”

Joel’s lips capture your own, swallowing the curse that was ready to spill from them at his demand. His kiss is rough, demanding, his stubble scratching your skin and his tongue tangling with yours as your hips continue to rock over his leg. You dig your fingers into his hair, holding tightly to him while the knot of need in your belly tightens.

“Come on, baby,” he says when he lifts his head, lips still pressed to your neck. “Make a mess, come on.”

You go still in his hands as your orgasm washes over you, your muscles stiff as your pussy pulses desperately over his thigh. Joel pulls you in for another kiss, this one slow and sweet to bring you back to reality.

When you’ve caught your breath, he steps back, adjusting the skirt of your dress back over your thighs. He looks down at his pants and then back at you, a smirk on his handsome face. You look down, face heating with embarrassment as you notice the dark patch of denim.

“Get in the truck, baby.”

——————

You give Joel directions to your apartment, his warm hand on your thigh the whole way there. Your nerves are buzzing beneath your skin again, the effect of your first orgasm wearing off and your desire building rapidly with each mile closer to your apartment.

He parks in the visitor parking and you move to open the door, but a tan arm reaches across and tugs it shut. Confused, you watch Joel jump from the truck and jog around to the passenger side to pull open your door and hold a hand out to you.

You’re laughing as he helps you from the truck and shuts the door behind you, your giggles persisting as you lead him upstairs and his arms circle your waist while you try to unlock your door. He hustles you across the threshold, kicking the door shut behind him and flipping the deadbolt.

“Bedroom?” He asks.

“End of the hall,” you reply.

Joel pulls you along behind him, a man on a mission. Once inside your room, you flip on your bedside lamp and Joel steps in close, framing your face in his hands and giving you another kiss that has the butterflies in your tummy going wild.

His fingers are curling into the hem of your dress, dragging it up your body and breaking the kiss long enough to pull it over your head and toss it to the floor. His lips are back on yours while his hands map your curves, calloused fingers catching on soft skin and making goosebumps erupt in their wake.

“Get on the bed,” he commands. You turn, crawling onto the mattress slowly, a wiggle in your hips. You look over your shoulder at the older man and find his gaze fixed on your ass. He grins. “You remember what I said last time you teased me?”

“No. I think I need a reminder,” you tell him. He huffs, shaking his head.

“Teasin’ me and gettin’ mouthy? Think that might earn you a punishment.”

Joel palms the cheeks of your ass, pulling them apart in a rough grip that has you gasping his name. His fingers dig into the flesh, the ache of them already making your head spin.

“Five ain’t enough, but it’s all I’ve got the patience for right now,” he says. His tone changes as he asks, “You got a safe word? If I need to stop?”

“Apricots,” you say easily. He tilts his head. “It’s from a TV show. New Girl?”

“Never heard of it,” he says. “Alright, apricots it is.”

He pulls your panties down, leaving them around your thighs. His thumbs spread you apart and the vulnerability of this position, your ass in the air and everything spread for him, by him, has you feeling like you’re on fire.

“Pretty little pussy,” he murmurs. “But I already knew that. Because you’re a dirty fuckin’ girl who sent me pictures just because I told you how to cum. Ain’t that right?”

“Mhm.”

An open palm lands on your right ass cheek, hear blossoming on the spot as you gasp, lurching forward. His hands pull you towards him and he presses down between your shoulder blades, your back arching.

“Don’t move,” he commands. “That was one. You count the next one.”

Another smack across your other cheek, more sharp pain that shifts into dull ache as you mumble, “Two.”

He doles out two more in quick succession, each other making your pussy clench with need. You’re drooling into sheets, a whimpering mess as he runs his fingers through your soaked folds and lets out a deep groan.

“Baby, you’re soaked,” he says. “Fuck, one more, okay? One more and then I’ll have you wrapped around my cock.”

You nod your head, bracing for the final blow across your sensitive skin. The sting of his palm as it lands makes your eyes roll back, the line between pleasure and pain so blurry you don’t know which side you stand on.

His hands leave your hips and without the support, you slide flat to your belly. Distantly, you register the opening of your nightstand drawer and the sound of Joel rummaging through the contents, followed by the muted thump of clothes being discarded to the floor.

Joel maneuvers you to your back in the center of the bed, pulling your panties off. “You did so good, sweetheart,” he praises. You smile at him.

“Do I get a reward now, sir?” You ask.

“‘Course, baby. Good girls get what they deserve.”

His hips press between yours, his cock sliding through your wetness and catching on your clit. He positions the thick head at your slick entrance, pressing in the slightest bit. You take in the sight of him, his broad chest held over you by strong arms, the muscles of his neck tense.

Joel slides in slowly, your body accepting him gratefully. The stretch borders on painful but the fullness has you digging your nails into his back, a moan falling from your lips. It feels like ages before his hips as flush to yours and all you can feel is Joel Joel Joel.

“Fuck,” he groans, forehead dropping to yours. “Christ, you feel so fuckin’ good.”

He pulls back slightly, thrusting forward with a sharp snap of his hips. As he starts to set a rhythm, he sits up on his knees, lifting one of your legs up with a hand on the back of your thigh and pressing it to the side. The position opens you up further, letting him get impossibly deeper, and all you can do is allow him to use your body to his liking.

It’s not long before you’re screaming his name, as promised, the knot of pleasure in your core pulling tight and getting ready to snap.

“You gonna cum again for me?” Joel asks, breathing labored as his pace doesn’t falter. “Come on, baby, cum on my cock. You’re such a good fuckin’ girl, I know you can do it.”

“Joel!” You shout, that last thread snapping as your orgasm rushing through you, stars bursting behind your eyelids as they snap shut with the force of it all. Your pussy clenches around him, his hips stuttering and growing sloppy until he’s pressing in deep with a groan of your name.

He collapses on top of you, a heavy weight but not an unwelcome one as you both try to catch your breath, sweat cooling between you. After a moment, his softening cock slips from your body and he rolls to the side, gathering you to his chest.

“Holy shit,” you whisper.

“Yeah,” Joel whispers back. He sits up, leaning over the edge of the bed and grabbing his jeans, pulling his phone free.

He taps on the screen and brings it to his ear, a distant ringing audible through the speaker.

“Tommy? Yeah, everythin’s fine,” Joel says when his call connects. He takes a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Could you stay with Sarah tonight? Shut up,” he grumbles. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll be back in the mornin’. Thanks, brother.”

Joel hangs up and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“You’re staying?” You ask.

“Yeah, baby. I ain’t finished with you yet,” he replies, pressing a flurry of kisses to your face, neck, and shoulders, sending you into a fit of giggles.

——————

1 Year Later

“Alright, great job, girls! Let’s get your snacks,” you shout as your summer league girls jog towards you from the field following their third tournament game.

The girls crowd around the cooler that Joel’s prepared, grabbing small bottles of Gatorade or water and a bag of orange slices. They lounge around the sidelines and you step up beside Joel, bumping him with your hip.

“Thanks for the snacks,” you say. He grins at you.

“‘Course. Gotta take care of my girls,” he replies. He pulls one last bag of oranges from the cooler. “And one for coach.”

“How’d I get so lucky?” You ask, looping an arm around his waist.

“What can I say? You texted the right wrong number.”

Joel Miller Masterlist

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel tlou #no use of y/n #joel x reader #pre outbreak!joel #no outbreak!joel miller

[goatcheesecak3]

More Rodrick headcanons bc apparently that's the only thing that yOU PEOPLE CARE ABOUT

FULL DISCLOSURE I am absolutely bladdered right now so if there r any spelling errors lowe it

His favourite TV show is futurama, and he has a huuuuuuge crush on leela

He's a massive star wars fan, and he often goes on rants about how deeply he hates palpatine

His go-to "add something to the playlist" song is "every day I love you less and less" by the kaiser chiefs, because it's obscure enough to feed his individuality complex but tame enough for him to not get made fun of

His mancrush is Harrison Ford, and he absolutely loves indiana jones

He flirts by saying "oh my god, you've never seen (insert film here), you should come over and watch it, you're missing out'

He's really into pirates, knows a lot of facts about them and thinks they're sick. He would love to have a date night where he and his partner watch all the pirates of the Caribbean films and he gets to pause the film to point out historical inaccuracies every few seconds.

He's a gobby shite, so he's always getting himself into trouble, but he's a bit of a pussy so it's always down to his friends or his partner to back him when he gets in shit.

He can't dance to save his life, but being a drummer has made him develop a pretty impressive sense of rhythm, so even though his dancing looks like he's going into cardiac arrest, it's always on beat at least.

He's always at least 2 hours late to every event because he always oversleeps

#diary of a wimpy kid #doawk #rodrick #rodrick rules #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick headcanon #rodrick hefflei #doawk rodrick #greg heffley #rodrick fanfic #rodrick x reader #devon bostick #headconon #my hcs #hc #hcs

[marvelobsessed134]

hey! love your work 🤍 can i request a GP! daisy jones smut fic? :) details up to you.

xoxo

Awww thank you so much!

Pairings: Dom!Daisy Jones x Sub!Stripper!Fem!Reader

Warnings: rough sex, stripping, creampie, oral (D receiving), G!P Daisy (she has a dick)

Daisy Jones didn’t really know what she was doing at a strip club this Friday night after performing a concert with her band. But there she was.

She sat in the leather lounge and watched scantily clad dancers swing around poles. They didn’t really do it for her. Until she saw you.

Something about you left her mesmerized. The way the red lace clung to your body, the way your perky nipples pebbled against the thin fabric.

The singer felt a familiar tightness in her jeans and huffed. She had to have you.

And to her luck, after your dance you had walked up to her having recognized her.

“Want a dance, Miss. Jones?” You purred.

“I’d love a dance, babe. How much for a private room?” She pulled out a bunch of cash.

Your eyes widened for a moment before saying, “50.”

The redhead handed you a 50 dollar bill and you led her to the private room. Inside, is a large leather couch, a pole, a coffee table with champagne.

Daisy sat back on the couch and you grabbed the pole and twirled around it.

“Come on baby, I saw you do that all night. Come over here and dance on me.” The command made you clench your thighs. You walked over and began to give her a lap dance, you lightly grinded on her bulge and you hissed, quickly apologizing. “I’m sorry Miss. Jones I-“

“First of all honey, call me Daisy. Second of all, you don’t have to apologize. Why don’t you grind against my cock?”

You immediately obeyed, rubbing your wet panties against her hard on. You moaned at the friction. “Is my baby gonna cum?” She teased and you nodded.

She hissed when you started going faster. “Cmon baby, cum for me.” Your eyes rolled back as you released your arousal all over the place.

“Fuck, you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. Can you do something for me honey? I’ll pay extra.”

“You don’t have to pay me extra.” You smirked and she smirked back.

You got down on your knees and unbuckled her bell bottoms, pulling her cock out that was already leaking of precum. You licked it from the base to the tip making the redhead hiss.

You put the head into your mouth and began to bob your head up and down, jerking off whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Daisy rolled her eyes and moaned, throwing her head back as you sucked her off. Suddenly, she pulled you off of her and your looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“I want to cum in your pussy. That ok with you?” She asked. Despite her toughness, you could see the soft look in her eyes, and the way she asked for your consent.

“Yes. Please. I need your cock.” You begged. She pulled you up by your hair and you leaned over to give her a sloppy kiss.

Pulling your panties down, you straddled her and sunk down on her length. You moaned loudly but she shoved her fingers in your mouth to stop the sound. “You don’t wanna get caught do you?” She asked.

You shook your head, I clasping your bra before half hazadly tossing it on the floor. As you began to ride her, your tits bounced up and down, and the singer was mesmerized.

She tweaked your perp nipples and groped your breasts. “Go fast honey.” Daisy groaned. You rode her faster, making sure not to make any noise though it was so hard.

The tip of her cock hit your g spot every time. Soon enough you were roughly and gadfly riding her. She pulled you towards her by your hair and whispered in your ear, “I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna take all of it yeah?”

“Yes. Gonna take all your cum- oh!” You gasped as you felt yourself approaching your second orgasm.

You clenched around her and covered your mouth as tears sprung in your eyes. The front woman came not long after that. You sighed as she filled your velvety walls with her cum.

Catching your breath you got off of her and put your panties and bra back on while she tucked herself back in her pants.

Daisy scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to you. It was her number.

“Call me, kay?” She whispered and you nodded. She gave you a kiss before walking out of the private room leaving you alone.

#daisy jones and the six smut #daisy jones smut #daisy jones and the six x reader #djats #daisy jones x reader #daisy jones and the six #70s

[hanasnx]

Bitty buggy my sweetest bug I'm obsessed with fucking Pa in his professor clothes after a long work day, the tickle of a nice wool suit against your bare skin, the way he lets your wet pussy soak the leg of his expensive trousers because his baby missed him so much, how could he not let you crawl all over him? You tell him to tell you all about his day while you leave kisses and bites at the tips of his fingers, eventually turning into licks, then slow obscene sucking, hoping it will goad the other into finding its way to your aching pussy soon.

-donnie 💖

MINORS DNI 18+

sucking on INDIANA JONES's fingers like your life depends on it. "slow down," he tells you but his lips are against your ear and he can't tear his eyes away from how you devour them. how you stick them so far down your throat you make yourself gag, and he sucks in a breath. how your drool dribbles down his knuckles and your chin, but he's pliant as ever in your grip. his big hand lays comfortably on your thigh, and you wish he'd move it, but you can't tell him to. can't show him. because both your hands are wrapped around his wrist to hold it up as you direct his digits into your mouth, bob your head like you're sucking his cock off. he can't get enough, oddly silent because he can't think of words when he's so intrigued. it's in his nature to observe.

don't worry, he'll start running his mouth when you shove his slobbery hand in between your legs, rubbing your own clit and wet pussy with it.

#ch: indiana #indiana jones thought #donnie #thanks for the msg!! #indy shoots the shit #tw daddy kink #cw size kink #x f!reader #reader insert #smut #no y/n #indiana jones smut #indiana jones fanfic #indiana jones fanfiction #indiana jones x reader #indiana jones x f!reader #indiana jones x reader smut #indiana jones x f!reader smut #indiana jones x you #indiana jones x you smut #indiana jones fic #indiana jones imagine

[smuttyazrael]

give us a stepbro paul with breeding and the preggo sex please

Innocent!Reader x Stepbrother!Paul Part 4

Word count: 1,204

Summary: Paul’s dad remarried your mom. You and Paul are close. He is very protective of you. You go to him one evening feeling strange.

Warnings: Masturbation, Oral, Sexual intercourse, Fingering, Cum kink, Voyeurism, Exibitionism, Public, lactation kink, Pregnancy kink, Breeding kink, stepcest, daddy kink, incest.

Part 3

Your down on your knees sucking Paul's hard cock while he's making you both something to eat. Your mom walks in. Your hidden by the counter.

"Hey Darcy, how are you?" Paul asks panting a little.

"I'm alright. Have you seen Y/N?" She asks.

"I think she's studying like a good girl." Paul says stroking your hair.

"Well, she has been doing really well in school lately." Your mom says. "You really are great for her Paul."

"I'm glad you think that." He says.

Darcy leans over the counter and give him a hug. He moans loudly right in her ear cumming down your throat. She smiles at him pulling away from a panting Paul not realizing he just sent 8 ropes of cum down your throat and that is why he was moaning.

She leaves the room happy.

You all sit for dinner together later. Your mom is talking about how her friends are getting grandchildren.

"I can't wait for grandchildren, Y/N." She says. "I wish I had some now, to spoil."

After dinner you and Paul clean up. Paul heads to his room and you go to yours. Paul pulls out his aching hard cock and strokes it. He imagines you round with his child. Giving your mom the grandbaby she wants. Paul sees your pill on the nightstand. He dumps the pack down the toilet, flushing it. You slip into his room looking for your pill a few moments later.

"Daddy, do you know where my medicine is?" You ask him sweetly. You still have no idea that it prevents pregancy.

"I accidentally knocked it in the toilet, baby. We can go get more on the way home from school." He lies knowing that he will just tell you the store in out. He continues to jerk his cock. He's almost always jerking his cock in front of you. "Do you want to bounce on daddys cock for some cum before bed?"

"Please daddy. I need more." You say not realizing you now have a chance at getting pregnant.

Paul lies down on his bed cock sticking up. You get on it and slip it inside your bounce on it till it spurts a big load coating your now unprotected womb. Paul lifts you off his still hard cock. He then sucks on your full tits. He has to empty them about five times a day to keep them from hurting. You fall asleep with Paul nursing on you and your hand around his cock.

The next morning you both head to school. You go meet your friends at your locker. Paul meets his at his.

"Dude I would so bang your step sister. You are so lucky to live with her. If I did I would be banging her constantly." His best friend says like he does everyday.

"Meet me in Miss Jones class at lunch. We can work on our project there." Is all Paul says to him walking away.

At lunch Paul leads you to an empty classroom. He lifts you to sit on a desk lifting your skirt and slipping his cock into your pussy. You moan closing your eyes. He looks up to see his best friend in the doorway mouth dropped open in shock.

"You miss daddys cock?" Paul asks you.

"Yeah daddy," you moan.

He starts thrusting hard and fast into you. You moan louder holding on to him.

"Daddy, plase." You beg.

"Please what baby?" He asks smirking and meeting his best friends eyes.

"I want your cum daddy." You whine to him.

"You want daddy to give you a baby?" He asks you just loud enough for his friend to hear.

"Please, daddy." You beg deperate for his cum.

He moans cumming hard into you. Triggering you to squirt. Your at an angle where his best friend can see you squirt.

"Good girl," Paul says. He pulls out and pulls your skirt to cover your pussy from view. Pauls best friend notices you aren't wearing any panties.

"Where are your panties, Y/N?" His bestfriend asks as you walk past.

"Daddy says I can't wear any." You reply walking away.

"She on the pill or something?" He asks Paul.

"Not anymore." Paul replies. His best friend looks surprised.

"So your really trying to knock her up?" He asks

"Yup, gonna make her round with me baby. She already sleeps with me everynight with my cock in her hand and her tit in my mouth. Fuck when she started making milk I thought I had died and gone to heaven." Paul tells him.

"She has milk in her tits?"

"Yeah, now she does. Turns out you can get milk from your tits getting sucked on too much and apparently all night every night was too much. Now I suck on them to empty them 5 times a day or they hurt her. I swear my cock is never soft anymore." Paul says rubbing his hard cock thinking about having to empty your tits soon. Probably in the car before you leave the school.

A month later your leaning over the toilet bowl trowing up. Paul walks in.

"What's the matter baby?" He asks petting your head.

"My tummys been hurting for a week." You tell him. He just smiles. He quickly leave then comes back with a stick.

"Pee on this." He says. You do. You wait a few minutes then Paul reads it. "Well, your mom wished to be a grandma so you're pregnant."

He lies to you making it seem like your mom wishing was what got you pregnant not all the sex you have everyday. He doesn't want you to know that that was what got your pregnant.

"Who's the daddy?" You ask him.

"Me, I'm the only male around you the most." He says like it makes perfect sense. "Baby daddys cock is really hurting. Knowing your having daddys baby is making his cock hurt badly."

You lead him to your room. You make it to the hall when he picks you up and thrusts into you. He pounds into you while in the hall.

His dad comes upstairs hearing the moans. Your mom at work.

"Letting daddy fuck a baby into you like a good girl. Will you let him fuck another into you right after?" He groans out.

"Yes, daddy. I want your cock to feel better." You tell him.

"Fucking babies into you will make daddys cock feel real good. From now on you will always be pregnant." Paul says. His dad gasps. Figuring out what he means. Paul glances at his dad and smirks. "Daddy gave you a baby and seeing you grow will make daddys cock hurt a lot. Daddy will need to cum in you more. Can daddys good girl do that?" He asks you staring at his dad with a smirk.

"Yes daddy." You say.

"Can you tell daddy's dad how much you love his cock as you cum?" Paul says wanting to rub it in his dads face.

"I love your cock, daddy." You yell out squirting on his hard cock. Paul watches his dad collapse cumming his pants. Paul cums inside you. Hoping he's coating his baby in a cum bath.

#smut #twilight smut #female reader #innocent!reader #innocent!reader x paul lahote #reader x paul lahote #paul lahote #stepbropaul lahote x innocent!reader #stepbro!paul lahote x reader #stepbro!paul lahote #paul lahote smut

[disneyparksattractionstournament]

Favorite Disney Parks Attraction Showdown: Round 2 - Group A

Videos and propaganda under the cut!

Indiana Jones Adventure: Temple of the Forbidden Eye/Crystal Skull(either version): Disneyland, Tokyo DisneySea

Propaganda:

"It’s just a ton of fun, super thematic, and I love the part where you fall backwards away from the boulder."

"It’s the first ride my family does every time it’s our first full day in Disneyland, it’s the most exciting ride my 60 year old mother can do (and her favorite!) and the only ride I genuinely miss getting FastPasses for."

"why is tokyo disney better at everything? that's not a comment, it's a question"

Tower of Terror: WDW Hollywood Studios, Paris Walt Disney Studios Park, California Adventure (2004-2017), Tokyo DisneySea

Propaganda:

"you forget how scary it is until you watch the preshow. and then you forget how fun it is until you ride the ride. 10/10 would recommend went on it with my friends twice last time we went."

"WE LOVE HORROR MEDIA REPRESENTATION!!! ONLY PUSSIES TAKE THE STAIRS"

"This ride made me absolutely terrified of elevators for a bit. xD Anyway, the bellhop cast members are hilarious. The hotel that is covered in cobwebs and was clearly abandoned in a rush after a terrible event is so cool. The Rod Sterling Twilight Zone intro is iconic. The basement is an interesting setting for the final part of the queue. The generators, lights, and floor indicator malfunctioning helps build your anticipation. The friggin elevator moving into the hallway and into a new shaft when the electrical ghosts make their appearance and you enter the Twilight Zone is so impressive. The dropping and rising of the elevator is such fun and I love the randomized events they added. I have to say, though, that ventriloquist dummy in the unloading room still makes me uncomfortable."

"Who doesn't love a creepy dark drop narrated by the man, the myth, the legend Rod Serling himself?"

#disney parks #disney parks attractions tournament #poll #disney #disney world #tournament poll #disneyland #wdw #hollywood studios #dca #california adventure #tokyo disneysea #tokyo disneyland #round 2 #A #tower of terror #twilight zone #indiana jones #Youtube

[cinemastyles-blog]

Private Affair [hs] | 5.

Warnings: Cheating on husband, unprotected sexual acts with another man, just filth.

Word count: 4.3k

He grinned up at you and you swore you saw the devil's gaze flash in his eyes.

Your stomach drops the same time as his hand and you let out a moan, that feels it's been held back for a while, as he presses his fingers against your covered shoulder pussy.

"You sound so beautiful, love. Just stay quiet for me."

His words echo in your head as he slightly pulls your panties open to slip his fingers in. He slowly drags his fingers up and down your folds, biting his lip as he feels how wet you are.

"Soaked." He whispers as he reaches up and pulls you down to him by the back of your neck to kiss him.

He pushes his fingers in and moans against your lips as he feels the warmth of your pussy engulf his fingers.

You clench around him, moaning against his lips as you clench around his fingers.

"How long?"

"What?" You gasp out and lean back slightly.

"How long since you've been touched?" He stops trusting his fingers, holding them still as he waits patiently for your answer.

You whimper slightly at the sudden halt to his fingers, unsure if you want to answer him.

"A long time?" He looks at you and your eyes answer for you. He sighs and shakes his head as he very slowly moves his fingers up and down, "Shame. If you were mine.."

He leans in as he pulls you closer, "I'd be all over you."

He lays a kiss to your chest, "Everyday."

He lays another kiss, "Anytime you want."

And another, "Anyway you want."

You moan and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling to tilt his head back so he looks up at you, "This is wrong."

A smirk spreads across his lips and he chuckles. He slides a hand up your back, still thrusting his fingers, and tangles his hand in your hair, "I'll stop when you tell me to."

He pulls you down to him and he rests his forehead on yours, "You can't tell me you don't feel this, too." He whispers quietly, brushing his lips against yours every other word.

You fold.

Your hands slide down his shirt covered torso until they reach his belt. You start to undo his belt and the phone rings, causing both of you to jump into acting normal.

You fix your dress quickly as Harry answers the phone, "Hello?" He runs a hand through his hair and you can't help but smile when a stray curl falls and rests on his forehead.

"Kathleen Jones and Zayn Malik are here for the meeting, sir." Jake says through the phone.

Harry has an oh shit look and he takes a deep breathe, "Shit, I forgot. Give me five to get the materials around. I'll be quick."

"Okay, I'll tell them." Jake hangs up and Harry looks at you, "So you are about to meet the senior art editors."

You raise your eyebrows and run your hands over your hair, "Neat, okay." You laugh slightly, "Did they not like the title design?"

He shakes his head, "No, no. They loved it. They just want to meet you. You impressed them, actually."

You smile and straighten up as Harry's words boost your confidence, "Really?"

He stands up, fixing his belt as he walks over to you, "I wanted to tell you last night, but.." his voice goes lower and he smirks, "Slipped my mind."

You smirk and bite your inner lip as he runs his hand over your hair, fixing where you missed, "They'll be stupid not to like you."

He winks and walks over, grabbing the folder off of the other desk, "Wait here."

As Harry leaves the office, you take that time and rush to your purse to quickly touch up your makeup.

You hear the talking growing closer and you throw your purse down just as Harry pushes the door open more, "Here we are."

He steps in and quickly looks around for you, a smile of relief lays on his lips once he sees you, "This is, y/n."

Harry motions towards you and you walk over to Harry, smiling when you see the man and woman, "Hello, I'm y/n."

"You're very pretty." An older, yet very beautiful woman who you assume is Kathleen, smiles and her eyes gaze over your dress, "I love this dress, where did you get it?"

You glance down and back up, "I believe I got this from Genevieve's." You tilt your head, "You would look stunning in the red one that they have."

She smiles and raises her eyebrows, "I might just have to take trip there on my lunch break today."

You smile and Zayn moves out from behind her. His image is intimidating, until he smiles, "You've got quite the skill, love."

His accent a little harder for you to understand at first, but you catch on quickly, "Thank you." You smile and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "You're not so bad yourself."

He chuckles and nods to Harry, "Did you get it?"

You look at Harry as he nods, "Mhm." He walks around to his desk and opens up the Manila folder, "Now, everything but the title work is not important , it's just filler for how the page is supposed to look."

You look down as he slides two pages over and your lips part slightly. You reach out and pull them towards you, "This does not feel real."

"I know that feeling, but believe it, honey. You deserve it." Kathleen says nudging you with her elbow, "I have a feeling you'll be making quite the name for yourself."

A rush of pride flows through your body and you smile, "That's my plan."

Zayn steps up on the other side of you and shakes his head, "I don't think I've ever been so excited to publish a magazine."

You look at him, "Really?"

He nods and looks at you, his eyes dark and honestly beautiful, "I'm ready to see what you come up with. Harry really hyped you up."

Your eyes move to Harry and he shrugs and smiles.

"It took you a day to design this correct?" Kathleen asks and you look at her, "Almost, a little more than half, give or take?"

"Wow. That's impressive. Our best guy needs at least three days."

Zayn snorts at Kathleen's words, "That's what he says, but do you really believe him?"

"I know you don't like Trey, but-" she stops talking and sighs, "Yeah, no. You're right."

You laugh slightly and look back down at the pages, "if you need anything at all, I'm happy to help."

You look between them and Kathleen nods, "Yeah, actually, if I email you something, can you take a look at it for me? Decide what it needs. If it needs anything."

"Yeah, of course. Please." You smile and she nods, "Great. I'm going to do that right now, Harry. Send me her work email and get her set up with that, yes?"

He nods, "Of course, K."

Your stomach twists with a slight jealousy at the nickname. You look back at Harry and he looks at you, tilting his head slightly.

You force a smile and try to get over it, you're married, you tell yourself, you don't get to be jealous.

"Thank you Harry." Zayn smiles and nods at him and he turns to you, "I might have something, too, so I'll be in touch, yeah?"

You nod and smile slightly, "Sounds good."

They leave the room and Harry follows behind them to close the door, "That was amazing. Oh gosh I'm so excited." You smile behind your fingers and turn towards Harry.

He's studying you, "What happened?"

You press your palm to his desk as you lean back on it, sitting down, "What d-"

"Your demeanor changed when I called Kathleen, K."

You look up at him, "I don't have a right to be jealous." You admit in a whisper, "I- we-" you stumble over your words and look down as you stop talking.

You want Harry, but the married part of you doesn't want to admit it.

He walks over to you and gently lays his fingers under your chin.

His touch makes it hard for you to say no.

His touch makes you want him fully.

"Look at me, y/n." He whispers and gently pushes upward, and you comply. You look up at him and he smiles slightly, "She's a friend of the family. I've known her for, practically my whole of my life. We all call her that."

You feel a slight relief wash over you and you laugh slightly, "I'm sorry thi-"

Harry laughs slightly and shakes his head, cutting you off, "You're fine, love. You're fine for getting jealous." He leans down, "It means you care."

He winks and goes to lean back but you grab him by the shirt and re-close the space. His lips meet yours and his hands hold his weight on the desk next to yours.

You spread your legs and he fits his hips right between your knees, "I'm yours if you want me to be." He whispers against your lips.

Your breathing grows faster as your adrenaline keeps your heart pumping. He kisses down your neck as your hands move to undo his belt, once again.

The only thing on your mind right now is Harry and you won't stop until you get it.

He leans back, pushing your dress up your thighs as you unzip his pants and he moves them down out of the way.

Your eyes move down, waiting to see his cock. He tilts your head up and looks at you, "Do you want to stop?" His fingers brush your cheek lightly and you close your eyes, "No."

He reaches down, pulling his cock from his black boxers and you open your eyes. Your breathe hitching in your throat as he pulls you to the edge and spreads your legs.

He rubs his cock against your clothed pussy and looks up at you. Your eyes slowly trail from his cock, up his body and land on his eyes, "Fuck me, Harry."

Your quiet whine causes him to moan lowly and he pulls your panties aside and dips his head down to spit before slowly pushing the head of his cock in.

You gasp and bite your lip as you moan from the pleasured ache of him stretching you open slowly.

"Fuck." He groans as he buries his face in your neck. His sudden move causes his cock to push into you a little bit to quick.

He's a lot bigger than what you're used to.

"You're so fucking big, Harry." You moan lowly as you wrap an arm around his neck, "Fuck."

"You're so fucking tight." Harry groans and slowly pulls out to slowly slide back in, "Do I make you this wet?"

You nod as he presses his lips against your neck, "Yes." You whine quietly, "Yes."

He leans back and your arm falls back onto its place on the desk as he grabs your hips with his hands.

His fingers dig into your hips as he pushes his cock in all the way. You take a deep breathe and roll your eyes back, squeezing his cock as you fight back moaning out loudly.

You haven't been fucked in two months.

But you haven't had an orgasm from anyone but your self for four.

"S-so.. close.." you gasp out, barely audible, "Fuck."

Harry nods and keeps his pace, his hands squeeze harder and you squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm rips through your body.

Harry, soon after, pulls out and your feel his cum on your thigh.

Both panting, you look at him and start laughing, as the reality of what you're doing sets in, and Harry's face has a look of both confused and concerned.

"No, no. Not you." You lean up, "I just.." you sigh and shrug, "I've been lying to myself, I guess I am the girl that sleeps with their boss."

Harry's face softens and he starts to laugh, "You scared me there for a second."

You tilt your head, "Huh?"

He walks over to grab a small towel after fixing himself up, "For a second there.." he walks back over and wipes off your thigh, "I thought I wasn't going to get to feel that pussy again."

He smirks as his fingers brush against your desperate for more center as he pulls your panties back over, "This time was too quick for me."

He steps back and tosses the towel down by the couch while you stay silent, watching him as you process what just happened.

He looks up at you, "Coffee?"

── •✧• ──

The walk to get coffee was surprisingly normal.

It was like you didn't just fuck your boss, which is exactly how you needed to act from here on out.

"So are you going to meet with K and Zayn?" Harry asks as he takes a sip of his coffee. You nod, "Oh yes. You need to set me up with a work email."

"Yes." He laughs slightly, "That's right! We'll have to do that when we get back."

Your knees suddenly feel like they could give out. You feel like your breathing starts to pick up the longer your think about how Harry's cock felt buried inside of you.

"If that's okay?"

You look at Harry and shake your head slightly as you blink, "Sorry. What did you say?"

He smirks slightly and nods once, "I said we can also start working on that email and hopefully get them sent out today if that's alright?"

You nod, "Oh yes. Please. I have some ideas already so it should be quick and easy."

"Great." He looks around and sighs, "You're quite brilliant, you know that right?"

You smile and shrug, "I mean, I'm smart with certain things." You laugh and bite your lip and Harry shrugs, "I mean, aren't we all?"

You laugh and look at him, "I guess so."

"Order for Styles!"

"That's us." You say and stand up with him. You grab your coffee before he picks them up and grab straws on your way out.

Your way back to the office was going good until your phone started to ring. You reach into your purse and pull it out, letting out a small sigh before you answer, "Hello?"

"Where are you?" Alex asks kinda frantically.

"Alex, I'm at work. It's-" you lean over and look at Harry's watch, which causes him to smile, "Almost eleven, what are you doing?"

It's silent on the other end of the line for a few moments after you stop talking before Alex gasps, "Shit. I'm late for work."

"Did you over sleep again?" You roll your eyes, "Have a good day." You hang up because you know he threw the phone down and is rushing around to leave.

"What was that about?" Harry asks looking over at you. You roll your eyes and sigh, "Alex." You take a sip of your coffee, "He does this every so often, he'll oversleep, don't realize he overslept and thinks it's still early and then he freaks out and rushes around."

Harry laughs slightly, "Ah, I see."

"Yeah." You say slowly, "But. Not my issue. I have my own job to worry about now."

Harry can't help but snicker and you smirk, "What?" You look up at him and he smirks, "You just have a really good job, is all."

You smile as he pulls the front door open, "You are correct." You walk in and Harry walks up to Jaime, "Anything today?"

Jaime smiles, you can tell she likes him, "Not today, Mr. Styles, but as soon as I can anything I'll bring it up to you myself."

He nods and glances over at you before looking back at her, "Just give it to Jake. Thank you." He walks away and you can't help but feel a twinge of ha ha in your face towards her as you walk away with him.

You step onto the elevator and the doors aren't even halfway shut before Harry has his hand, that's not holding the coffees, on your neck and is kissing you.

Your hands travel up his chest and lay on his shoulders, "I wanted to do that the first time we stepped in here together."

You smile and nod as he steps back slowly, "Me too."

The doors open and you walk to the office. Harry does the routine of giving Jake the coffees to pass out and you guys go to his office.

"He doesn't always do that." Harry says as he sets his coffee on his desk. You shake your head, "No I didn't think so."

He shrugs and chuckles, "It's fine. I'm just picking." He walks around to his desk and opens his lap top, "Come over here."

You smirk and glance over at the other office chair and wheel it over. Harry watches you and shakes his head, "I see how it is."

"We need to get this done. If we didn't.." you smirk and lean in, whispering, "Then I'd chose the other seating option."

He sighs, "Bummer."

You laugh and roll your eyes, "What's my email, Mr. Styles?"

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"And .." you tap the last few keys slowly, "Done."

Harry walks over and leans down. You look up and watch as his eyes scan over the screen of the computer, "Beautiful."

"Yeah?"

He looks down at you and nods, "How can anyone not say yes to this?" He looks back at the screen, "Let's get them sent out."

As you're sending out the emails, your phone vibrates a few times in a row.

Sage: Can my aunt come with to the party on Saturday?

Sage: Also, did you say anything to Harry about me?

Sage: Are you with him right now?

Sage: Send me a picture

Sage: No wait. That's weird. I don't want him to think I'm some psycho.

You cover your mouth to contain your laughter, "Oh my god." You whisper quietly, but it still catches Harry's attention, "You okay?"

He can tell your laughing so he's trying not to laugh with you, "Y/N?"

"So." You turn your chair and slowly uncross and recross your legs. Harry's eyebrows twitches and he bites his lip.

You smirk and continue, "My best friend, Sage. Wants me to tell you about her."

"Oh, really?" He leans back in the chair and crosses his arms, "What about her?"

"She likes you." You bite the inside of your lip, "She wants me to see if you'd be interested in her, as well, and.." you read him her messages and he stands up.

"Alright, here." He walks over to you quickly, laughing as he does, "Go... here.." he hits the little camera button and turns it around to face you guys.

Your heart starts to race as he presses his cheek to your head, "Smile." He smiles which causes you to smile, "Perfect."

He hits send and hands you back your phone. You look up at him, lips parted as they slowly form into a smile.

He laughs and shrugs, "She wanted a picture."

You laugh and shake your head, resting your phone down to refresh your email, "Oh, Harry. We have one response.." you click on the email, "And they agree!"

Harry claps his hands together once, "Yes! Let's fucking go."

You never knew how exciting creating a magazine page would be, but you're not complaining.

"I'm going to write down her answers and then I don't know who they go to exactly."

"Niall. He's our lead magazine editor, I'll actually send him a text letting him know that we're going to be sending him stuff." Harry pulls out his phone and starts texting.

"Oh I also got something from Kathleen, probably what she wants me to lo- holy fuck. There's three projects here." Your mouth drops open slightly and you look over at Harry.

He looks up and smiles, "She knows how good you are."

You smile and reach for your phone as it vibrates,

Alex: Going to be home late. Boss has us redoing a whole folder of stuff. I'll explain later. Love you

You chew on your lip as you type,

You: Okay. That's fine, I'll just get something on my way home from work then. Love you.

You smile as you click on Sage's message,

Sage: Stop it. Right now. He is so pretty.

Sage: Please let this man like me.

You glance over at Harry who is sitting at the other desk with his legs resting over the corner. You look back down and take a deep breathe,

You: I think he's thinking about it right now. He hasn't really said much in the last few minutes.

"What did she say?" Harry causes you to look up and you smirk slightly, "She said stop it right now, he's so pretty. Please let this man like me."

He tilts his head, "What did you say?"

You shrug, "I don't know what to say, so I just said that I thought you were thinking about it because you were quiet."

A smirk slowly spreads across his face, "I mean.. I am thinking.. but not about her."

You shrug, "It's okay."

"Do you want to know what I'm thinking about right now?" His stare causes you to smirk all you can do is nod.

He walks over to you and sits down on the desk, looking down, "I'm thinking about how fucking sexy you would look if you were bent over my desk, naked and ready for me."

His words send a chill down your spin and you straighten up slightly as you keep your eyes on his.

He leans in closer, "You can tell your friend, that who I want is someone, I, in a way, already have." He brushes his lips against yours, "Until she says no."

You can't help it. It's like a need when it comes to him, "I'll never tell you no."

You're shocked at how much of a different person you are when you're with Harry. You've never been this forward, sex has always been a subject you shy away from talking about.

Not with Harry.

He brings out who you're truly meant to be.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He smirks and kisses you, pulling you upward so you're standing in between his legs.

His hands rests on your hips, "Don't we have work to do." He mumbles, still keeping his lips on yours.

"Mhm." You mumble as you smirk against his lips. He chuckles against yours and leans back, "Maybe if you're a good girl, and do your work..."

His hand trails down your body, "Maybe you'll get something in return."

As much as you wanted him, you also wanted to get some work done, "Deal."

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This is wrong, you're cheating on Alex.

But knowing that, doesn't seem to make a difference, at least not right now.

"H-Harry." You pant out as your back is arched against the chair. Harry is sitting on the floor with your legs over his shoulders, and his face is hurried between them.

His tongue traces over every single inch of your cunt, moaning as he feels you clench around his tongue.

"Almost there." You whimper out quietly as you dig your nails into the arm rests of the chair. You pull him closer with your legs as you squeeze his head with your thighs.

Your second orgasm rips through you harder than the first one did.

You sit there, weak and panting as Harry leans back. He slowly pulls your legs off of his and sets them down, kissing up them as he stands up.

"You alright, love?" Harry asks as he wipes the cover of his mouth off.

You smile and nod, "Oh yes. I'm good." He smiles and watches as you lean forward and look at the computer, "Our final lady emailed us back, they all says yes and gave their answers."

"I'm surprised they all got back right away." Harry walks over and looks at the screen before looking at you, "I'm calling it now. You're my good luck charm."

His words make the heat rise in your cheeks and you smile, "Oh gosh."

He smiles and stands up, looking at his watch, "you're free to go, if you want."

You lean back and look over at him, "So what are your plans to celebrate when you publish these pages?" You change the subject.

You're not in any rush to get home.

He smiles slightly, "Usually, we just go out to dinner at one of the places on the edge of town. Have some drinks, you know-" he chuckles, "The normal office celebrations."

You nod, "Sounds like that could be fun."

He shrugs, "Depends on who attends, really. Last months was boring." You laugh slightly, "Hopefully this months is better."

"Speaking of, if you're free on Tuesday, that's when this months dinner is." Harry smiles, "just let me know so I can add you to the table."

You nod, "I would love to go. I just need to get an outfit. What's the dress code?"

"We usually like to dress nice, some dress fancy. All on your level of comfortability." His eyebrow raises, "But I don't think you'll have an issue looking nice."

You smile and look down, "Thank you." You stand up and take a deep breathe as you look up at him, "I think I'm going to go shopping, if you don't need me for anything else."

He watches you and slowly smiles as he shakes his head, "You're free to go, sweetheart."

You walk over to him, "Don't take offense if I don't talk to you right away. This is just all going to hit me when I leave here but-" you lean in and press your lips to his,

"I'll see you tomorrow."

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Thank you for reading Private Affair.

Chapter 6 | Masterlist

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[myriadxofxmuses]

@savagecuhnt from X

"Engaged," she answered with a smile, showing off her ring. "Caleb popped the question a few months ago," she proudly continued.

She looked to her finger momentarily with pure joy, imaging what their life together would be. It was a shame Rose and Ethan hadn't lasted. Susie had been sure they were going to be the first to get hitched. She'd never seen E so happy than when he was with her and when they'd broken up she'd never seen him so upset. Even now he still couldn't seem to move past her.

"How long are you in town for?" she asked with a slight glance at her cart, momentary confusion flashing through her features.  "We're having our engagement party this weekend and I know the rest of the group would love to see you," she told her honestly, though she mostly meant Ethan - even if he wouldn't admit it she knew it would do him good to see her. Maybe they could even reconcile and get back to their loving ways. "You've really been missed," she added enticingly.

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"Lighten up man," Tanner told Ethan as he drank and scanned the club.

Ethan scoffed. "I have lightened up," he answered, wiggling his beer at Tanner. "Need proof? I'm here aren't I?" he replied, taking a drink.

"Yea, but your sulking like a bitch."

"Tanner, come on," Caleb gently pleaded.

"What? He is. And it's like pussy repellant. We haven't gotten so much as a side eye from anyone here," he pointed out. "I came to get laid, not play Dr. Phil to his girly issues."

Ethan hated to admit it, but he was right. He should have stayed home like he wanted. Going out and getting fucked up wasn't going to help anything.  It was the whole reason his life was in shambles. Well, that and Karley's coneiving ways.

He nursed his beer Caleb and Tanner went back and forth about his presence, only being able to tolerate the squabble for so long - Caleb obviously far more understanding of what his friend was going through.

"Will you two just shut the fuck up already. You sound like a divorced couple fighting over their kid," he finally cut in, finishing off his drink. He wiped the remnants from his lips and looked to the both of them. "Even though he's an asshole for pointing it out, he's right," he told Caleb. "Look, I appreciate the gesture, but I'm going home," he said as he gently slid his beer to the middle of their table.

"Ethan..."

He held up a hand to stop him. "I know you meant well. I do. But it's obivous this isn't working," he said motioning to the club. "Besides. The last thing I want to be is a cockblock for douchebag Jones over here. Let him get laid," he said definitively. "I'll see you guys later. You know where to find me," he joked darkly as he left.

"My engagement party. Saturday. You better be there," Caleb called out after him, disappointed he hadn't tried harder to get back out there.

Ethan gave a short wave in acknowledgement, though he wasn't planning on going. Celebrating love was the last thing he wanted to do.  It would only remind him of what he'd lost.

#i was having trouble with editing it so i had to move it. #i hate tumblr #savagecuhnt #[comfortably numb: ethan] #[everyday is a new adventure: modern]

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: August 9, 2011

Lyrics:

Hey ya'll

I came to talk about this girl that had my love, see

I went away for a while and

She gave my love away huh

I really shouldn't blame her

But now that p-ssy is a stranger

Baby, somethings on my mind I gotta say it

Yeah, Your p-ssy done changed

It ain't the same girl and thats a shame

(A crying shame baby)

Oooh, aint being funny

I know another bee's been in that honey

Ooh, baby, that p-ssy done changed

It's such a shame girl and thats a shame

(Who the hell you giving my loving to girl?)

Oooh Nooo

Tell me where that p-ssy gone

Oooh Nooo

Cause it don't feel the same no more

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Yeah

Oooh Nooo

(How you do me like that baby)

Oooh Nooo

Why is that happening to me

Oooh Nooo

She told me that it was my p-ssy

Oooh Nooo

Yeah yeah yeah yeh

She, she used to be a really special lady (my everything)

I guess she's feeling kinda freaky lately

It's such a shame cause now the p-ssy's changed

(That p-ssy changed)

She used to squeeze me (oooooooh

Grip me tight enough so she can please me

But nah nah, now that p-ssy changed

It's such a shame, that p-ssy changed

Oooh Nooo

Where did ya p-ssy go?

Oooh Nooo

Cause girl, I need to know

Oooh Nooo

You see, it was on some one of a kind sh-t

Oooh Nooo

I'ma about to kill this bitch

Oooh Nooo

She gave away all my sh-t

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Oooh Nooo

Yeah, yeah, yeh

I thought the p-ssy cat had 9 lives man?

Damn darling you changed it all

I'm your number fan belt they are not important

I don't use a cordless, microphone avoid em'

They don't feel real to me

Meaning real woman

Others built on me

You the primer on the lime bean green box When I couldn't afford a Ford

Clean socks scootin' across the floor in your grandmama house

Hand on your mouth

You yap too much about the penny-ante, this mechanics so uncanny

X-men, x-men, your ex boyfirend should thank me that I took you off his hands

No I can't bring another beach to the sand

And know I am well aware that you can bring a man to his knees

And get what you need without saying please

But can you bring a man to his feet when defeat is on repeat

And they put this man's Grammy's on the street?

What? Why so quiet?

Hate that all of our memories happened in a Hyatt

You were perfect before you went on a diet

You was way thicker, you think i don't remember

Shit, the magazine got to your head

Now somebody you don't even know got you in bed

Betcha buddy don't even know you don't like red

Or Was It Fuchsia, F-ck It, Our Future Is dead

Songwriter:

Oooh Nooo

Yeah yeah yeah

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Oooh Nooo

Ohhhhhh

Oooh Nooo

I'm about to kill this bitch

Oooh Nooo

She gave away all my shit

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Oh noooooo

Yeah, yeah, yeh

Ahahahaha

I miss ya girl

Jamal F. Jones / Dwayne Carter / Andre Benjamin / Dreshan Nikel Smith

SongFacts:

"Dedication to My Ex (Miss That)" is a song by R&B musician Lloyd, released on August 9, 2011 as the third single from his fourth studio album King of Hearts (2011). Produced by Polow da Don and D. Smith of Zone 4 Productions, the song features a verse from Outkast's André 3000 and is "narrated" by Lloyd's frequent collaborator and fellow New Orleans rapper Lil Wayne. The brass was played by Siraaj Amnesia James. The song was edited for radio in the United Kingdom (among others) with the word "pussy" replaced with "lovin'." The single performed averagely domestically, but reached the top five in the UK, Australia and Ireland, and the top 10 in Denmark, the Netherlands and Austria. The song is Lloyd's biggest international hit to date.

The song's music video, directed by Bryan Barber, premiered on September 13, 2011 on 106 & Park. André 3000 and Lil Wayne do not appear in the video; Instead, Wayne Brady and a cat lip sync Wayne and Andre 3000's lyrics, respectively. The video featured Natalie La Rose as the female lead.

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[abzurdistandro]

the guy at the comic store

rating : nsfw lol

pairing : riddler x reader 

link

summary : you meet a cute comicbook nerd at the store, what will happen next?

notes : hey guys! so this was gonna be a soft little alex jones fic, but i got horny and went back to my riddler ways (not shocking one bit tbh). also an ongoing theme with me writing about dorky ass men is them not knowing how to give head, so if you see some similarities with some of my fics, don’t be shocked. i’m in the mix of writing a greg hirsh fic that’s literally called “greg hirsch can’t eat pussy”, so yeah el oh el. anyways, i hope you guys like this little edward ditty!(also this is pretty short lul)

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the first thing that you noticed about edward was that he was tall. much taller than you actually, but that isn’t really shocking when you’re five foot something. he had wide clear rimmed glasses and broad shoulders with sandy brown hair reaching his green jacket, and he was as soft as a feather.

you two first met at a Selina’s Comic Book Store. he was pawing through and searching for some batman comics, while you where looking for more issues of Lenore. despite only reading Edgar Allan Poe back in eighth grade, Lenore was one of your favorite comic books.

you two accidentally bumped into each other at the same time, and he did his (usual) over apologizing. he then noticed your Lenore comics and said:

“oh…i love Lenore!” in his soft smooth voice while he pushed his hair away from his face. he then shuffled through the books that were already in his hand and pulled out an issue for you. and it was one of the ones that you’re missing from your collection actually.

at first you declined, but he insisted on giving it to you.

“i already have this issue, i just wanted another copy.” he said under his breath.

you two both checked out at the register, and left the store after talking a bit while the cashier rung the two of you up. he didn’t talk much to be honest, his responses were really never over five words but you could still tell that he was interested. and plus, he enjoyed hearing you talk.

he also complimented your hair when he was walking you to your car. it was a bit awkward when you got in your car and watched him in your rear-view mirror wave goodbye to you; most likely any other guy doing that to you would be called creepy, but he was very sweet after all.

you went back to the comic book store to pick up some more issues to fill up your comic box, and a few extra copies to make some zines.

and of course, you saw eddie again. you two talked for a while longer, and you finally got his number (after you drove him home). it was pretty late, but you two talked on the phone for a pretty long while before he started getting tired and went to sleep. it felt like you where in high school again—staying up too late, giggling while talking to your crush. you two agreed to hang out the next friday you two were free. and before you knew it, he was at your knees with your underwear jammed down his throat, his hands tied behind him with tears in those beautiful green eyes. he was begging to be touched at that point and mumbling through his makeshift gag while pleading to you.

you gazed down at him and ran your hands through his hair. you thought it as absolutely adorable how pathetic he looked as he whined.

“do you wanna eat me out sweetie?” you asked, partly teasing him. in response, he nodded frantically which made his tears roll down his face.

you shimmied your shorts off and allowed him to get onto your bed and position his head in between your legs. he looked up at you and asked “can i kiss you mommy?”, which made you shudder. the fact that he calls you mommy without you telling him to, and just the way that his nervous voice cracks while doing it. he started to kiss your inner thighs, and his soft lips felt heavenly against your skin.

he looked up to you and asked you “can i start?”, which was met with the caress of your hand and a slight nod.

he started to eat you out. he good at it? hell fucking no, but he sure tried his best.

he wasn’t too rough and he didn’t hurt you, but he wasn’t to consistent either. but, it still gave you butterflies in your stomach when his nose would hit clit.

you where also surprised that he made you cum; after all of the guy that you’ve dated or even just had one-night stands with, none of them have actually made you cum. and the fact that the one guy that did was some nerd that you met at a comic book store? unreal.

but he did after all, and he was more than proud of himself. he came in his pants right after you ran your hands through his hair once again and told him he was a good boy.

he squirmed up to lie on your chest before falling asleep there, and muttered “i like you a lot, y/n.”

“i like you too babe.”

#PAUL DANO #paul franklin fucken dano #the riddler #the batman #fanfic #riddler #edward nygma #edward nashton #ugh why is it so cringe posting this on tumblr.com

[eldermindless]

Ask List time! :D

3, 10, 20, 23, 41, 56, 67, 77, 93

feeling pretty fluid rn so

✴️thèmo

🌋lucifer

✨reviko

what color are your eyes?

body: light green

✨usually dark red. i get moods sometimes tho

✴️uhhhh yellow with black star pupils. or light blue with white pupils. i am shapeshifter so it depends

🌋every time i blink they switch:)) main red or gold or some swirly fucked up shit

how would you describe your style?

✨whimsical goth, grunge, celestial

🌋i like to dress as a prince, pirate and vampire hybrid

✴️not my responsibility. guess i would go for either techwear or victorian gothic. end up dressed with flannels, crop top and funky pants

how tall are you?

body:168cm/5'6

✨taller.

🌋definitely 6`9

✴️idgaf

describe your dream date

✨ghghg oh well. like a roadtrip to some pretty spot in nature and hanging out/dancing/singing/talking/napling/doing witchcraft there. like a picnic:3 preferably not sober lmao

🌋arson. burning down police station. pulling a scam. killing god. homoerotic swordfighting. fuck that, all activities homoerotic and with much flirting

✴️uhhh i like tea. pretty sure i am aro but if friend date id like to discuss philosophy/psychology/occult while drinking my tea on top of the roof. watching sunrise perhaps

top 10 favorite songs

phèmiec: 🌋✴️little clown, ✨made of death, ✨sweet, ✨🌋boom

✨lavender blood by fox academy

✨🌋far from home by august jones

✨creature by half alive

✨tartaros by ethos of iza

✨Scarborough fair/canticle by simon n grantfunkel

🌋devil says hi by dany lightyear

✨at the bottom of everything by bright eyes

✴️very few dancers by sons of illustrous fathers

🌋run from me by timber timbre

🌋my ordinary life by the living thombstones

the comfort of a laughing track by roar

✴️my axe by faesinth

✴️limbo by pearl/iykyk/tazzy

🌋✴️sui by maretu

✴️apotheosis by thquib

would you rather live in rural areas or the  suburbs?

🌋city center. unlike those motherfuckers, i enjoy going out

✨id like to live outside of town, but still. possible to get there. but no people around.

✴️either castle or woods

 what are your hobbies?

🌋commiting tax fraud, arson, scamming, general chaos, giving life advice, seducing beings, schemes, blood magic (feeding besties), parties, destruction, fighting, fucking, teasing.

✴️in mortal body i enjoy making tea, coffee, helping people out, psychology, analysis. i enjoy discussing the peculiar. also anything with good cinematography

✨tarot readings, witchcraft, poetry, anime. maybe psychology?? its complicated. fashion, making spaces cozy, talking with friends.

do you miss anyone right now?

✨ghghg. i think so. i shouldn't?? i rarely get emotionally attached so this whole shit is. terrifying. genuinely don't know whats the normal amount.

✴️huh revi is at it again. i do not miss anyone. miss when our coffee machine worked

🌋why would i miss anyone hmm nah im pretty sure i dont

last thing you ate?

body: some beef marinated in sweet chilli/teriyaki/soy sauce

🌋milfs pussy

✴️does tea count?

✨blood probably

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poolside || 6.17

with @bronson-jones-sub . Oz and Bronson have some fun and some conversation by the pool.

Oz had been frequenting the pool more and more. It wasn't exactly set up to be a party central, but there were lounge chairs and cool water under the sun - it was good enough for him. He smirked when he spotted a familiar slim and pale form laying on his stomach in one of the chairs, and he tried to keep as quiet as he could as he walked over to claim the chair beside Bronson. "I do hope you've remembered sunscreen, princess," he cooed, leaning over to kiss the back of the sub's neck, one hand sliding possessively over the curve of the sub's ass.

Bronson had been lying outside for about twenty minutes, completely lost in his own mind, so he didn't hear the man approaching him until he spoke. Jumping a little at the sudden presence, he turned his neck, and smiled as soon as he realized who it was. "Sir! Of course I put on sunscreen! Couldn't risk damaging my skin, could I?"

He leaned in with a fond smile, pressing a kiss to Bronson's curved lips. "Good girl. Not that I would mind smoothing aloe all over you, but let's avoid the sunburn, hm?" Oz squeezed Bronson's behind lightly, then moved to settle on his own chair, stripping off his kimono to reveal a very small speedo he'd chosen to wear. "I take it you're enjoying the heat?"

Bronson returned the kiss happily, chasing his lips as he pulled away. "I mean, you can always find other things to rub on me, Sir," he replied with a wink. "I'm never going to turn down a back rub. Oh the heat is great...so are the outfits people decide to wear in them..." Bronson trailed off as he noticed the speedo that hugged Oz's body perfectly. "You look beautiful, Sir. As always."

Bronson's comment had him laughing as he settled onto his stomach. "I'll have to remember that, when you've earned some extra pampering." Oz nudged his sunglasses down to meet Bronson's gaze, shifting his hips to wiggle his ass playfully. "Thank you, princess. Would you be a doll and get some of this on my back?" he asked, holding up his sunscreen.

"Hey, you say the word, and I will do whatever it takes to earn that, Sir," Bronson said truthfully. Standing up, he nodded and took the sunscreen from Oz. He shook it gently and put some into his hand to warm it up before rubbing it along the bronzed skin of the Dominants back. Bronson loved touching him, truly he did. It was his favorite thing in the world to get his hands on the strong muscles and warm skin that belonged to Oz. And maybe he lingered for a second longer, but who could blame him? "All set, Sir."

He sighed happily as Bronson obeyed, those warm hands like heaven on his skin. "Mm, thank you, princess. C'mere," he beckoned, tugging him in for another kiss. "I feel like I haven't had nearly enough time with you lately, pretty girl."

Bronson eagerly moved in for another kiss. "I feel the same way. But I just assumed you were busy. Which is totally fine, Sir!" He bit his lip nervously. "I just really missed you. I hate not seeing you."

"I've missed you too, princess. My cock's been craving your perfect pussy," Oz murmured, hoping to see the sub squirm and blush a little bit. "Maybe we can go shower off together once we're done sunbathing and you can spend the night with me? If you don't already have orders."

A blush instantly took over Bronsons face. "Sir! You can't just say things like that, not out here. What if someone heard you?" He looked around, sure that someone had to have heard what Oz said. "I don't have orders...and a shower and the night with you is exactly what I'd like to spend my evening doing....please?"

“Then they would know how much I enjoy fucking you, princess, what’s wrong with that?” Oz grinned shamelessly at him, wiggling his eyebrows. “Then you’re mine until tomorrow. Whatever shall I do with such a prize?

"Nothing, Sir. I guess I'm still somewhat getting used to being teased by you in public." Bronson smiled, loving the idea of being referred to as a prize. "Well, if I'm a prize, then whatever you'd like, Sir. But, could I make a suggestion?"

“I have no shame, sweets. Get used to it,” he said with a wink. Oz cocked his head curiously. “I’m always open to suggestion. What’s brewing in that pretty head of yours?”

Bronson looked down for a second, thinking about how to word what he wanted. "Well I know we had talked about it briefly, but I was wondering if we could maybe do the stuff with the kitten ears and the petting?"

Oz smiled over at the sub, reaching out to touch his cheek. “Of course we can, princess. Sweet little kitty needs some attention?” He teased, thumb rubbing over his lip.

The pet name instantly brought him out of his nerves, making him look back up at Oz. "Yes, Sir," he replied as he nodded eagerly. "I really do."

He chuckled at that. “You’re so fucking cute.” Oz turned onto his back, stretching leisurely. “What else are you in need of, kitten?” he asked with a smirk, arching his hips up suggestively.

"So you're just determined to keep me in a state of blushing then?" Bronson said as he looked at him, face beet red. "I need to touch you, Sir. To feel you, and taste you. And maybe even if I'm a good kitten, I could be touched?"

Oz shrugged, trying to look innocent but knowing he totally failed. "You look good with red cheeks, what can I say?" He slid one hand down his own stomach, thumbing the waist of his skimpy swimsuit. "I think that could be arranged, kitten. Do you want to wait for all this until we get to my room?"

"Do I look good with red elsewhere, Sir?" Bronson asked teasingly as he looked down at Oz's hand, understanding his question fully. "No, I don't want to wait. I want you so badly, Sir, I mean, just look..." uncrossing his legs, Bronson showed his cocklet, the organ hardening between his legs.

"You sure do, kitten, especially with your ass all stained red from my hands before I fuck you," he returned, winking at him. Oz licked his lips, humming at the sight of Bronson's little cock stiffening. "Look at that tiny little toy... it's so cute when you're hard, princess," he teased, reaching over to tease the stiff length with one finger. "Tell me what you want, kitten. Right now."

"I like when you spank me, especially when it's followed by that." The humiliation came quick, and it created a bead of precum that fell off his cock and to his leg. "I got hard from the second you asked me to rub sunscreen on you, Sir...just touching you turns me on. I want you to control me. Tell me what to do."

Oz scooped up the little drip of precome and sucked it off of his own finger with a little moan. "So sweet." Smirking, he patted his lap. "Come up here and straddle me, kitten. I think you deserve a little time for pleasure, and I want you to feel how hard my cock gets for you. Remember when I had you hump your pillow like a sweet bitch?" he cooed, reaching around to cup his ass once Bronson was on his lap. "I want you to hump me just like that, princess. Right here where everyone can see."

These were things they'd done before. Bronson had done things with Oz in public, but doing them at the school, with students they knew, it was more intense. Still, he climbed on top of him, immediately settling down into his lap. "I remember, Sir. I felt so dirty when I did that. Like an animal...but I liked it so much." Slowly, he began to do just as Oz said, humping his lap.

Oz kept his focus on Bronson, gently kneading his ass. "Mm. My dirty little kitten," he praised, helping him rock his hips. "You look like such a needy slut like this, princess, with your leaking little cocklet. I love how it drips so much," he hummed softly. His cock was stirring under Bronson, beginning to obviously tent out his tight speedo.

Bronson kept his eyes locked on Oz, afraid that if he looked down between them, looking at the man's growing bulge, hed cum then and there. "Your slut. I'm your slut, Sir." His hips were moving faster as he realized just how much he enjoyed this and how little he cared if people were watching. He knew he looked like a bitch, a dirty slut who was desperate to get off, but that's what he was.

"That's right, baby, you're my sweet little cock slut," he hummed, dipping one finger between his cheeks to tap against Bronson's hole. Oz licked his lips, watching Bronson get more and more flushed. "If you make a mess on me, kitten, you'll have to clean it up."

Feeling Oz's finger against his hole made him speed up. "Does that mean I can cum, Sir? Please?" Bronson was already teetering on the edge but Oz's teasing was getting him that much closer.

Oz nodded, smirking widely up at him. "You can. Cum for me, princess, show me how much of a mess that baby cock can make," he purred.

It was as soon as Oz told him to that he was spilling himself over their stomachs and chests. He was always impressed just how much he was capable of coming, possibly from how few times he was allowed to. "Fuck!" He moaned loudly as his hips jerked forward one final time.

He groaned happily when Bronson jerked on top of him, making a mess all over his swollen, covered cock. Oz squeezed his cheeks firmly, before slapping one, the sound cracking loudly. "God, look at that mess, kitten," he crooned. "So sexy when you squirt like a pretty bitch."

Bronson looked down at the mess he'd made, blushing at how covered the two of them were. "Can I lick you clean, Sir? I don't care if I'm messy, but you deserve to be cleaned off."

He moved his hands to stroke along Bronson's thighs slowly. "You damn well are going to clean up the mess you made," Oz teased, pinching his inner thigh playfully. "And then you're going to suck my cock."

Bronson couldn't hide his smile as he bent down, lips and tongue finding Oz's chest as he began to lick his own cum off of the Dominant. He tried his best not to linger, he hadn't been given permission to do anything but clean him, so that's what he did. He worked his way down the man's body until he reached Oz's clothed cock. His eyes fluttered up to meet the other man's as he sucked on the fabric, cleaning what hadn't already soaked into it. He could feel how hard Oz was, the cock barely contained.

He petted over Bronson's hair as the sub licked up his own release from his skin. A low moan hummed in his throat when those lips reached the soiled material of his swimsuit, sucking over his cock through the fabric. "That's a good girl," he whispered, lifting his hips slightly.

Bronson hooked his fingers in the waistband of Oz's speedo, desperately needing to see the man's cock. He pulled it down, mouth watering at the sight. His own cock was right next to it and the sudden contrast always made him feel embarrassed. "So big, Sir. So nice and big." Stroking it a few times, Bronson reveled in how it felt in his hand, the weight of it and the warmth. He leaned down to press a short kiss to the head, collecting some of the precum on his lips, which he then eagerly licked off with a moan.

"That's right, kitten, nice and big like a real cock should be," he agreed. Oz moaned when those pretty lips finally pressed against his length, enjoying the look of his precum on his mouth. "You gonna put that mouth to proper use, princess?"

"Yes, Sir. Your cock is real, it belongs to a man. Mine is just nothing more than a toy." He continued to lick at the head before Oz questioned him, which encouraged him to suck down the length before him, taking him halfway as he used his hand to stroke the remaining length.

his hand slid to the back of Bronson's neck, squeezing gently when he finally slid his lips over the head of his length. "Good girl, fuck... you look so hot with your mouth full of dick," Oz moaned.

Bronsons eyes were half lidded as he looked up at Oz, still a bit blissed out from his own orgasm. The words were already going back down to his cock as he sucked on the man's length, taking him deeper until there was no longer any need for his hand. He stayed there for a moment, letting his nose do all the breathing as he just took in Oz's scent, letting his perfect mound press into his face as his throat strained against the intrusion. But he loved it. He loved feeling completely overwhelmed by cock, like he was owned by the length that was cutting off his breathing. When it became too much, he pulled off with a choking sound, stroking the length that was now soaked in his saliva.

Oz groaned and tugged lightly at the sub's hair when that sweet mouth slid even further down his length, swallowing him down fully. "Shit... mm, kitten, that's perfect," he breathed, loving how Bronson's throat clutched around his length, making another spurt of precum leak from his tip. He gently tipped Bronson's head back to meet his eyes when he pulled off, chuckling at the sight. "You getting sweet and stupid on me already, princess?" he teased, his voice rough but fond.

Bronson blinked rapidly at the question before smiling a bit lopsidedly. There was something about Oz that always made him fall into this headspace so easily. Maybe it was how he spoke to him, or how he so effortlessly used him, Bronson wasn't sure, but he loved it. He loved feeling so spacey and weightless. "Yes, Sir," he slurred before going back down, sloppily sucking on the man's cock.

Fuck, did he love that. He loved how deep Bronson got for him, his pretty eyes so unfocused and his mouth hungry to be filled. Oz held the back of his neck again, lightly thrusting up into his mouth as the sub sucked him. "Just like that, princess, nothing better for you than having a big dick in your mouth, hm? Made to be sucked and fucked, my sweet cocksleeve," he mumbled, almost babbling with how close he was to exploding down Bronson's throat.

Bronson did his best to answer, but it came out as a grouping of moans as he continued to suck around the man's cock. He swallowed and locked up and down Oz's length, sure that he was putting on a show, but he didn't care, he needed this. The gagging noises came easy as Oz began to hit the back of his throat with his thrusts, and Bronson only encouraged it by placing his hands on the underside of the mans thighs, almost as if he was trying to lift him further into his mouth.

They had attracted some attention to be sure, but Oz's focus was on that hot, delicious mouth around his cock. He managed a few thrusts more, those gagging sounds turning him on more than he cared to admit, before he was groaning sharply and spilling into the sub's eager mouth. "Such a good girl, kitten, my good girl," he whispered raggedly, trying to catch his breath as he relaxed back into the lounger.

Bronson sunk all the way down as Oz released himself down his throat. He took a moment to make sure that he swallowed every last drop, not wanting to waste any of it. Once he was sure that he'd gotten the man clean, he pulled off with a loud popping sound, and rested his cheek against Oz's thigh, looking up at him through glazed eyes. The longer he lay there, the deeper he feel into sub space, and he was perfectly happy to do this with Oz. He felt safe even if he was in public with others watching him. "Thank you, Sir."

His fingers ran through Bronson's hair slowly as he caught his breath. "Mm, you're welcome, princess," he groaned softly. Oz couldn't help but think, once again, that he could get used to this - having this pretty boy hungry for his cock at all times. "Come lay against me, kitten, up here," he said, patting his chest, needing to hold the boy closer.

Bronson smiled at the invitation and quickly moved up Oz's body, resting his head now against his chest. He immediately relaxed at the sound and feeling of his heartbeat against his own cheek, trying to match it with his own. "You're the best Sir in the whole world, did you know that?" His words were still slurred, but he meant them fully. Laying here, he felt safe with Oz. He knew that Oz would keep him safe and protect him.

The sweet, lazy compliment had Oz smiling. He tipped his head down, kissing Bronson's fluffy hair. "And you're the best princess in the world," he whispered back. He slid his hand down Bronson's back, his hold light but obviously possessive. It was early days yet, but Bronson would be his, if he had anything to say about it.

The kiss made him snuggle in closer, wrapping his arms tightly around the Dominant. "Your princess." Bronson smiled sweetly against Oz's chest as he placed sweet kisses along his body, giggling between each one.

He chuckled, laying his head back down and closing his eyes against the bright afternoon sun. "You're so cute when you're cockdrunk, baby," he cooed, one hand moving to stroke his cheek, thumb rubbing over his lips.

"Shh, Sir! I don't think I can blush anymore," Bronson giggled once more as he looked up at Oz again, fully taking him in. "You're still the only Dom who's made me feel like this."

"I like making you blush though, so I'm not going to stop," he said with a crinkle of his nose. Oz rubbed along his lip, trying not to preen too much at that knowledge. "I selfishly love knowing that. Seeing you like this is a precious privilege."

"People might think Im sunburned," Bronson pointed out. "Do you...think it's okay that you're the only one who's made me feel this way? I know we haven't known each other that long, but, I like you so much, Sir."

"They might, but we know the truth." Oz stroked the back of his neck lightly. "Why wouldn't it be okay? I like you too, princess. I like doing this, and just having you around me, because I know you're safe. That I can keep you safe," he admitted softly.

"The truth that I'm so humiliated easily?" Bronson smirked up at Oz as he spoke. "Everyone says that I should explore with as many Dominants as possible, and I am, I swear that I am...but when I'm with you it's so different. It feels different."

He nodded with a smirk at that. His expression softened though, hearing that. "You should. I fully support that, and you know how much I love seeing you with other people. It's okay if it feels different with everyone. It feels different for me with you too. I can't imagine anyone submitting to me like you do, princess. It feels... so good, to know you trust me like you do."

Bronson smiled. "It's not just different, though, Sir. And I don't want to scare you off by saying this, but it feels right. It feels like I'm supposed to be with you. Does that make sense?"

Oz nodded again, his hand sliding down to rub along Bronson's neck, lost in thought for a long moment. "I think this neck of yours would look even more perfect with my collar," he murmured, thumb pressing lightly to his pulse point, heart thudding as he admitted it.

Bronson felt like his heart was actually going to beat out of his chest. He couldn't believe that Oz really felt that way, let alone actually said those words. "Oh please, Sir? There's nothing I want more than to wear your collar!"

"We have a ways to go, princess, but... I want that too," he breathed, relaxing a little bit now that the words were out of his mouth. "Keep my perfect, prettiest kitten all for myself."

"I don't care how long it takes, Sir! It could take five years, just knowing that you want me to be your submissive forever is all I need." Bronson leaned forward a bit. "Can I kiss you?"

Oz chuckled and nodded, drawing Bronson in for a long, lingering kiss, palm settling over his ass possessively. "I need to fill your cunt tonight, baby. Mark you in all the ways I can until I can collar you."

Bronson couldn't help but smile into the kiss, sure that most of what Oz got was teeth, but he didn't care, he was just so happy. "Make me yours, Sir. Mark me however you want, I want everyone to know that I'm going to be yours...I...I want to call you something else, Sir doesn't seem right when I call everyone else Sir too. What can I call you?"

The clumsy kiss warmed his heart, making him hug Bronson even tighter. "Hmm. Maybe we can try some other titles and see what feels right? I'm inclined towards royalty titles. Like your Majesty or your Grace," Oz said with a grin.

"Oh! I like your Majesty! You are very royal. It's only fitting." Bronson settled even further. "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe you actually want me."

He cupped Bronson's cheek warmly. "Why is it so surprising, princess? It had to be obvious I was interested with how often I was bringing you into my bed."

Bronson looked down, trying his best to hide the look of embarrassment on his face. "I don't know, I just thought that nobody would ever want me forever, I guess. People like using me, and I've always been okay with that, but, I never thought I'd be claimed."

Oz tucked one finger under Bronson's chin, lifting his face to meet his gaze. "Princess, even if for some reason we don't wind up claiming, know this. You are beautiful, and sweet, and more than worthy of a collar, okay? You're never going to wind up at a place like... like that," he said firmly.

Bronson sighed as he was forced to look at Oz. He wanted so badly to believe those words, and he trusted Oz implicitly, but it was hard to imagine a life without him in it. "I just want you, Your Majesty. And JB and my dad have already offered to step in in case something happens, but, I want you. Nobody else. You're the one who I can see myself going to bed with every night, so long as you don't make me sleep on the floor," he said teasingly. "And I want to wake up and make you breakfast every morning and then bring it to you and wake you up with a blow job, because you deserve nothing less. I want you."

The picture he painted was wonderful. And of course, it stroked Oz's ego, hearing that he was the only one he wanted. He slid a hand down his back slowly. "I won't be making you sleep on the floor. I like how you feel tucked in next to me too much," he assured Bronson. "And just to make sure though - you're in for a multiple claim? I intend to have more than one claim, however that might look."

"Being tucked in sounds nice. With comfy pajamas and lots of cuddles?" He perked up a bit at the thought. "I figured you'd want that, Your Majesty. And I'm very much okay with that, in fact I love that idea. As much as I love having you all to myself, I think sharing you with someone would be nice as well. Would I get to play with them too?"

"Mm. I can promise cuddles maybe not pajamas," he said with a chuckle. Oz nodded, relieved that they were on the same page for that. "It depends on who it might be, but I wouldn't be opposed to it as long as rules are followed once they're put in place."

"So unfair!" Bronson teased, but was more than happy at the idea of sleeping naked with Oz. "I just want to be with you, and regardless of who else you decide to add into that, I know that you'll make the right choice. I trust you. I know you wouldn't claim someone who made me uncomfortable."

He kissed his forehead lightly. "You're right about that. If they would be joining our claim, I would obviously get your buy in to whoever it might be. I want you to be happy being mine."

"That's how I know I can trust you, because you say things like that." Bronson placed his head down, resting it once more on Oz's chest. "I can't wait to be yours. And then you can just do whatever you want to me whenever you want."

Oz chuckled again at that, ruffling his hair. "Are you saying I can't do whatever I want to you right now, before I put my collar on your pretty neck?" he asked teasingly.

Bronson buried his face into the man's chest, trying to hide his blush. "You know that I'd let you do whatever, Your Majesty. I'm such a slut for you."

"You are indeed, but I love every second of it." He leaned down and kissed his head lightly. "Should we head inside, princess? Take a shower together?"

Bronson nodded, still keeping his head pressed against Oz's chest. "Yes please. But you might have to carry me. I'm just so weak from that orgasm you finally gave me," he said teasingly.

He crinkled his nose at Bronson. "You're such a brat," he teased, though he did manage to sit up and swing Bronson into his arms easily. "Grab my bag, princess?"

"But you love it," he stated matter of factly. Bronson squealed when he was picked up, grabbing Oz's bag in the process. "Such a nice strong man. And this is exactly why I love being so lanky."

"You're the perfect size to throw around," he agreed. Bronson was barely a weight in his arms, and Oz made his way back to his room easily. He playfully tossed Bronson onto his bed. "See? Perfect."

Bronson nodded in agreement as he was carried easily through campus. Once back in Oz's room, he giggled as he was tossed onto the bed. "Hey! So rude!"

Oz laid a light slap on his ass as he passed. "Don't act like you don't like being tossed around," he called, pausing in the door of the bathroom to strip off his speedo, giving Bronson a nice view of his bare ass. "Coming, princess?"

He continued to giggle at the slap followed by the teasing. "Coming!" Though he stayed behind just a second longer, taking in the sight of Oz's ass. "Can you wash my hair for me? I like when you run your fingers in my hair," Bronson asked as he approached Oz, looking up at him eagerly.

He reached in to start the shower, then turned back to pull Bronson into his arms while they waited for the water to warm. "I think that could be arranged. It does make you purr quite a bit when I do that," Oz remembered, finally stepping under the warm spray, still holding the sub close.

Bronson relaxed quickly in Oz's arms. "Hmm, like a kitten?" He joked as he climbed into the shower, sighing instantly as the warm water hit his body. His eyes fluttered shut and he just took a moment to breathe, fully taking in the moment.

“Just like a kitten.” He gently pushed Bronson’s hair back from his face before leaning down for a warm kiss. It quickly heated up though, the possessive side of Oz coming out, practically owning the sub with just this kiss.

Bronson returned the kiss quickly, placing his hands on the small of Oz's back. He melted into it, his lips parting as he invited the other to take ownership over him.

He backed him up against the wall, holding his jaw as he licked into his mouth hungrily. “Mm. Tell me you’re mine, princess,” he whispered raggedly, not really understanding where this utter need to possess the sub in his arms was coming from. He’d never let himself feel like this about anyone.

The cold wall against his back was a shocking contrast to the warm water and Oz's body pressed against him, but he loved every second of this. "I'm yours, Your Majesty. All yours." He looked up at him, pupils already blown with lust from just these few minutes. "I belong to you."

He groaned at that. Oz didn’t think he would ever be the kind of Dom to feel so possessive - though he hadn’t ever anticipated Bronson. “Mm. I… fuck. We need to shower. Wash your hair,” he mumbled, though he didn’t pull back, hands running over the sub slowly.

Bronson simply nodded. "We do, I have sunscreen all over me, and cum. But we could get messy first..." he trailed off as he began to rut against the man, showing how hard his cock was. "You can't just leave my cocklet like this, can you?"

Oz chuckled as Bronson began to hump against him again. “I could and I will, kitten. You’ve already had one orgasm today - I think I deserve at least two more before I think about letting that baby cock of yours cum again,” he hummed. “Don’t you?”

He whined at that, but he knew that Oz was right. Bronson didn't get to cum unless Oz felt it was his turn. "Yes, Your Majesty. You deserve way more orgasms than me. A real man should get to cum whenever he pleases."

“That’s right,” he hummed. “I don’t have any lube in here - so you’ll have to wait until I can fill this sweet hole,” Oz teased, reaching around to rub his fingers down the cleft between his cheeks and tease his hole.

"I can be patient. I promise." Bronson bit his lip, trying to hide his moan as Oz reached behind him and teased at his hole. "Ohh..."

Oz chuckled at that. "Can you?" He leaned in to kiss his mouth, then backed up, giving Bronson room to come back under the warm spray. "Turn around so I can get your hair, princess," he hummed.

"Mhm! I'm so patient!" Bronson giggled against Oz's lips before turning around, giving the man access to his hair. "Thank you for this by the way. For always giving me exactly what I need."

He tipped out some shampoo into his palm, slowly beginning to massage it into Bronson's hair, long fingers pressing gently against his scalp. "It's something I intend to keep doing for a very long time."

Bronsons eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan slipping out from between his lips as he felt Oz's fingers working on his scalp. "Good. Because I don't think I could ever get tired of this."

#poolside #bronsonjonessub

[quellmythirst]

House Hunting Part 18

Summary: You finally get a moment alone to talk to Billy after everything.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Billy Russo

Words: 1.6k

A/N: Hello lovelies, this one is short coz my power has been out for a while and my laptop is about to die. I hope you enjoy this little respite from the drama, Billy and his little girl sure did.

Part 17

The night was long while you waited, your nerves nearly going through the roof. You hadn't stopped hopping from one foot to the other. Endlessly pacing around the apartment and on your 6th cup of coffee, you were eager to go and collect Billy from the hospital. By 8am you're practically buzzing out of your skin. You had spoken to Miss Jones and were desperate to tell Billy what you had learnt from her. But you knew that you would have to wait until you got him home, unsure of who was listening or who would accidentally walk in on you at the hospital.

With a bit of struggle and some tears, mostly from you. Erica, Derek and yourself managed to get him back to your apartment without any trouble. Derek helped Billy up the stairs, sitting him down on the couch. While you and Erica followed behind them. You zoomed across the room taking a seat beside Billy, nestling quietly into his side with your soft blanket wrapped around the two of you.

“You guys be right?” Erica asked, “We're gunna get out of your hair,” she waved, linking her arm with Derek.

“You think they’ll get by without us?” Derek joked, raising his eyebrows at the sight of you two,

“They’ll manage for a few hours. Let's go grab a drink,” She said, trying to drag him out of the door.

“Not staying for the show?” You laughed, waving goodbye to them.

“I think I’ve seen and heard enough for a lifetime,” she joked, Derek simply rolling his eyes at the pair of you. What was with him today? He'd been acting strange all morning, maybe he was just worried about you both being attacked in his absence. The lock clicked on the door behind them and all of your thoughts drained from your head and into your pants. You felt Billy's breath on your neck, his lips lightly brushing along your ear as his hands glide up your arms and you lean into his touch.

“Finally alone,” Billy sighed, his hand reaching up your thigh, his breath deep and hot on your neck.

“I've got things to tell you, I found some stuff out,” your voice soft and laced with lust as your idea of what was important began crumbling and crashing the moment his hand grazed across your pussy.

“Come here little girl,” his deep voice commanded you, his hands pulling you onto his lap. Your skirt fanned out around his thighs, his cock growing hard beneath you.

“Not like that," he shook his head, "lay down sweet girl,” he said, directing you to lay across his lap, “don't think I forgot.”

“Huh?” You asked perplexed, but abiding his request anyways. What could it hurt? He's been through enough, he didn't need to deal with your back talk quite yet.

“I told you to leave the other night and you came back,” he growled, slapping you on the ass, “you need to be punished for disobeying. For disobeying me twice.”

“What?” you asked, raising your head, but his strong hand forced your head down into the couch cushion.

“Twice,” his hand connected with your clothed ass again, the sound echoing off the walls. Your cry muffled as you bit down on the blanket.

“Remember when I told you to stay in the room,” he gave you a stern look daring you to question him, “now lay still little girl,” he cooed. You did as he asked, hoping that the bruises on your thighs had gone away by now. Knowing that they haven't, what is he going to say? Turns out he said nothing, hoisting your skirt to your waist as his hand gently glided over them. His soft hands caressing the lingering soreness away. He placed a small kiss on your ass, before peeling your underwear slowly down your legs.

“You're gunna count them ok? 10 for each defiance. You ready?” You give him a small nod and he begins, you count along with each clap to your ass, his strong hands soothing your skin between slaps. When he’s finished, you have tears in your eyes and you're sure you've soaked all over his thighs.

“Fuck, I hate that someone else marked you up like this, little girl,” his lips coming down to kiss each fading brushed on your thigh, his nose nudging at your ass, “worse it was done with anger and not love.” another kiss, his tongue darting out into your pussy, groaning deep in his throat at having your taste in his mouth, “I need to fix it,” he stated, guiding you back to sit carefully on his lap again. Making sure your bruised thighs were not in a place where they would get any worse.

“Billy,” you moaned, as he ground up into you. Your hands releasing his hard cock from the confines of his sweatpants. A strong hand came down to slap you on the ass, jolting your body up and lowering you back down onto his cock. He slipped inside you, his cock twitching at the warmth of your pussy.

“Stay still baby, I just wanna feel you for a second,” he said, holding you still by the hips. His face buried in the crook of your neck as he sucked marks along it, soothing them down with his tongue. With a gentle push of his hands he allowed you to ride him, your hips bobbing up and down as your warm, aching pussy devoured his cock, arching your back into him. You relished being this close to him again, pleasure building in your every nerve. His lips caressed and sucked into your tits while his cock pulsed inside you. You shifted to the left and your clit grazed his hard stomach, sending you over. Your body shaking and crumbling on top of him. His hard cock thrusting up into your lifeless form as he whispered to you all the filthy things you longed to hear again and again and again.

“So close, so close,” he panted, “I'm gunna cum,” he said his grip firm as he held you down, “grind on me, grind on Daddy's cock baby,” with your last bit of strength you pressed harder into him, your lips sinking into his pressure point. “Such a good little girl for Daddy,” his eyes staring into yours, watching your mouth contort with pleasure as he fucked into you.

“Fill me up Daddy, need your cum,” you whispered in his ear and his hot, delicious cum fired into you. Filling you to the brim, dripping out of your pussy as he fucked the last of his orgasm into you. Your breaths mingled together as you sat together, his cock still buried deep inside you. You breath slowly evening out, your body relaxing and Billy's soft, gentle kisses along your shoulder.

“Can I tell you my thing now?” You asked, your voice drifting slowly as you laid draped across Billy's chest. Your breathing almost in sync from laying still for so long.

“Ah huh,” he said, brushing the hair from your sweaty face so he could get a better look at you.

“We found who was taking the pictures, some woman called Jones,”

“PI right? I've heard of her,” his hands grazing along your back under the blanket he had covered you in.

“Well, she said some old guy hired her,”

“Rawlins,” he confirmed, kissing you on your forehead. Your arms wrapping around to hug him tighter.

“Yeh, that’s what she said. How did you know?” you nuzzle into him further.

“He's the guy who used to run Cerberus. Not a great guy,”

“Right, well,” you said, looking up at him, “He hired her to follow you. She said that you were stealing from him and he wanted to catch you in the act,”

“Probably a good lie for a PI to believe. Why was she following you though?”

“Apparently, a few weeks in she was approached by someone who saw her following us. They asked her to keep an eye on me,”

“What?” he sat up a bit straighter, holding your face in his hands.

“Yeh, she didn't get his name. Said he was some jock asshole who paid her a whole bunch of cash to just follow me and keep him updated on what I was doing. Let him know if she spotted anyone suspicious around me,”

“Did you get a number from her?”

“Yes, I'm not a moron,” You said, his fingers brushing softly against your lips, he stared at you with such awe in his eyes.

“I'm not saying that little girl, just wanted to ask,”

“I'll grab it,” you said moving to get up,

“Don't. Get it later, I want to stay like this a bit longer,” he nuzzled his face into your neck, his cock twitching inside of you. Billy held you in his arms, lifting you gently to carry you into your bed. He laid down draping your body over him as he reclined, "We can try calling tomorrow,"

“I love you,” He whispered, taking your chin in his thumb and forefinger, bringing your lips to meet his in a soft, tender and hopeful kiss, “I wanted to tell you before but-” you cut him off, pressing your tongue into his mouth.

“I love you too, Billy,” you said, when you finally drew back for a breath, pecking him on the end of his nose.

“Just let me hold you, Y/N,” he said, burying your head under his chin, he pressed another kiss into your hair.

"What are we going to do?" you asked, your hands bunching up under your chin, your body trying to squeeze itself into Billy's skin.

“We need to deal with Rawlins and this other guy. I think I might have an idea of who it might be,” he said, his hands tracing absent circles over your skin,

“Really who?" Billy ignored your question, so you decided to try another, "How are you gunna do that?” you asked, peering up at him through your lashes.

“I need to call Frank,”

“What? Right now?” you argued, you had only just gotten Billy back. You didn’t want to have to deal with this right now.

“He's the only other person in the city who knows him, plus it's about time we settled this. He needs to know and if he can’t understand, then you deserve the chance to say goodbye.”

Part 19.

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