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Honey Bun (18+ Series)

Aaron Hotchner x Stripper!Reader

Part 5 // MINORS DNI

WC: 3.0k words

Song Inspo: Possibly Maybe - Björk

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, bit of an age gap (placing reader at around 25-26), cursing, alcohol consumption, formalized sex work (Stripper/Pole Dancer), occasional angst, drama. In this chapter specifically -- light angst, flufffff, SMUT OBVIOUSLY, smoking one (1) cigarette (sorry about that but its DRAMATIC and therefore NECESSARY), semi-public sex (?), lap dance, dirty talking, Hotch being submissive and breedable tbh, aaaand that's all I can think of rn, but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: Lmaooooo sorry that the plot just kinda flew out the window on this one a little bit, I just wanted to write something dirttyyyyyy tee hee hopefully all is good here but lmk if it needs other warnings or anything!

Tags: @montyfandomlove, @cassiemartzz, @hausofwhores, @pedrohoe04, @sebastiansstanswhore, @comfortzonequeen,

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“Looks like lover boy is here,” Josephine noted, wiping down a glass to keep herself busy. “Doesn’t seem like he had a great day.”

You glanced up to see Aaron approaching the bar. It’d been a few days since Gia’s birthday, in which you hadn’t spoken much to him. You were gathering the courage to talk to him about things, but it was taking more time than you anticipated.

And now, it seemed time was up.

“It’s been tense to say the least,” you murmured. “Mind if I take fifteen?”

“Go ahead,” she said. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded appreciatively, patting her arm before making your way to Aaron.

“Hi,” you said, smiling meekly. “It’s my smoke break. Wanna join me outside?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

“Only sometimes. Good excuse to step outside when things get to be … too much, I suppose,” you shrugged. “Plus, it’s a little more private for us to talk, don’t you think?”

He nodded, pursing his lips. “Yeah, you’re right. Lead the way.”

He stood up and followed as you led him out the back door. The cacophony of music and rowdy patrons faded into the background as the two of you stepped out into the alleway. The night air was cool but bearable, still in the late throes of spring.

You covered the flame as you lit the cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke.

“Can I have a drag?” He asked, and you offered it to him.

You watched his profile as he exhaled smoke too, looking off into the middle-distance as he thought.

“I wanted to—” you started to say at the same time he said. “I thought—”

The two of you stopped, staring at each other for a moment.

“Oh, go ahead,” you prompted as he handed the cigarette back to you.

“No, no. You can go,” he insisted.

“Um… well I wanted to say that I’m sorry that things have been kind of weird lately,” you began. “It all came as a bit of a shock, as I’m sure you felt. But uh, I think I owe you some honesty, so I’ll just come clean.”

You took another long drag, bracing yourself to just rip the band aid off.

“Ever heard of the Crimson Lounge?” You said. “I dance there on the weekends. I’m a stripper, that’s my mysterious other job.”

You ashed the cigarette, gathering your thoughts for a second before barreling on.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I guess… it was stupid not to, but I’m sure you understand why I didn’t. But you deserved to know.” You looked up at him, finally meeting his dark eyes. “Especially because it’s not going to change.”

He extended his hand towards you once more to get the cigarette. He ashed it, taking a long drag himself, his gaze not leaving yours.

“What sort of reaction were you expecting from me?” He asked curiously.

You shrugged, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I don’t know… I guess disappointment? A loss of respect? Or something worse.”

He seemed genuinely surprised at this. He tossed the finished cigarette on the ground and stepped on it to put it out.

“Hey, look at me,” he said, gently taking your chin and tilting your face towards his. “I don’t feel that way at all.”

You searched his face for any hidden emotion that might betray his words. But the only thing you found was earnestness, as well as determination.

Still, you asked, “Really?”

“Yes, of course,” he assured you, cupping your face in his hands. “Trust me, that’s not a problem to me. Sure, it surprised me, but that doesn’t mean I see it as a bad thing.”

“You’re a rare exception to what seems to be the norm…” you said, smiling wryly.

“I like you for who you are, Honey. I see you.” His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones. “I know we’ve only been on a few dates, but it’s been such a pleasure getting to know you. I’d like to continue… If that’s okay with you. I want to know everything.”

You nodded, your eyes stinging as tears pooled in your vision. “Well, there’s one more thing I should also clarify. About Derek.”

He stiffened a little, swallowing hard. He said nothing, willing to just listen.

“He met Gia and me at the Crimson. He’s been a regular for some time,” you said. “He’s, uh, seen a lot of me, on and off the stage. But we’re just friends and nothing more. He’s with Gia, and they really like each other.”

He nodded, jaw clenched. He took a few breaths, just looking at you, and that seemed to help ease whatever conflicting emotions he was feeling.

“But… he was always respectful?” He managed to ask.

“Yeah. He’s a good guy,” you smiled reassuringly. “I’m sorry if this just complicates things.”

“Honey, please,” he shook his head. “Who the hell am I to judge you for anything you do? It’s in the past, as you said. As long as he was decent, that’s all I care about.”

“Well, I think you’re more than decent.” Your eyes flicked down to his lips. “And I really want to kiss you for it.”

He chuckled, leaning down and kissing you sweetly. Your heart continued to race, but now for entirely different reasons. You were kind of in disbelief that it had all gone so well, still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But his thumbs traced your cheekbones again, wiping away the happy tears you hadn’t realized you were shedding. It was a reassurance that you needed, and you were grateful he gave it so freely.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours.

“So, you forgive me?” You murmured.

“There’s nothing to forgive,” he said. “You did nothing wrong. But I am sorry that things got so strange last time we saw each other. I hope I didn’t react… harshly. I was just surprised.”

You waved him off, nodding in understanding and pulling back further to look at him.

“There’ll be another chance for a better first impression with my sister and Gia, don’t worry about them,” you assured. “And you know… If you’re comfortable, maybe you should visit me at the Crimson some time. See what it’s like. I could even arrange for us to have the VIP room for an hour, so we’re out of the main floor.”

He smirked a little. “Does that mean I’d get VIP treatment, too?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, smacking his arm. “Yes, only because you’ve been so good… But you’ve turned me into a real sap, you know that?”

He planted an affectionate kiss on your lips. “That was the goal.”

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“Honey, you’ve been requested for a private. An hour and a half, already paid for. He’s at table seven, you can escort him upstairs.”

You nodded, making your way over. It hadn’t been a very busy night, so you decided to call it right after this. An hour and a half was kind of pushing it, but at least it was early enough that you could still enjoy some downtime at home and potentially see if Aaron was free for another sleepover.

You’d plastered on your most charming smile, but it faltered for a surprised moment when you saw the man in question — Aaron, sitting by himself at the table, swirling his scotch around the glass lazily.

It was as if you’d summoned him somehow. For a moment, as your gazes connected, it didn’t seem real.

He hadn’t mentioned anything about coming in, but it clicked that he wanted to surprise you. It was a bold move, but you couldn’t help but be impressed. He smirked at you and your smile returned, genuine this time.

Mostly, he seemed at ease, but before you’d arrived, he’d kept his eyes down. You caught sight of a few girls glancing in his direction, but he was unaware of the attention he was getting. All of his focus was on you.

“Well, well,” you said. “What do we have here?”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Honey,” he said, slightly raising his eyebrows. “But nothing compares to the real thing.”

You caught onto his game immediately, stifling a shudder as a tingle ran down your spine. Who would have thought he was into this sort of thing?

You’d figured he might be kind of vanilla, but you just kept being pleasantly surprised by him. You bit your lower lip, eyes roaming over him appreciatively. He returned the gesture, taking his time to drink you in, his nostrils flaring as he exhaled slowly.

“What’s your name, handsome?”

He took a sip of his scotch. “Whatever you want it to be.”

“Hmmm, well I’ve always liked the name Aaron,” you said, offering him your hand. “Come with me, I’ll take you somewhere quieter where we can get to know each other.”

He took your hand, not letting go as you led him towards the stairs. You went up the steps in front of him, giving him a lovely view of your ass in a g-string. It took all of his willpower not to touch you; To let his broad hands roam over the expanse of your soft skin.

There would surely be enough time for that later.

Once in the VIP room, you had him sit down while you picked the music. It softly wafted out of the speakers, the slow rhythm so irresistible that you began to sway your hips to it.

Pink and blue lights bathed you in their romantic, dream-like hues. His dark eyes tracked your movements, sinuous and almost serpentine. He was utterly entranced, and he had to adjust himself in his seat.

“Like what you see?” You asked, grinning teasingly.

“You’re breathtaking,” he rasped, nodding. “So beautiful.”

You loved feeling the ardent intensity of his gaze — like a caress, making heat slowly course through you. You were absorbed by each other; Nothing outside of this room – of this very moment – existed.

You teased him further by toying with the straps of your micro bikini top, and he clenched his jaw, a low grunt stuck in his throat.

“Come closer,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat before adding, “Please.”

You prowled towards him on all fours, and when he tried to reach for you, you grabbed his wrists and pinned them down at his sides.

You tsked, tilting your head to one side. “Hmm, think you can be good for me and keep your hands off?”

He nodded all too eagerly, making you smirk. You came up between his legs, your torso barely brushing his. Your lips were mere inches from his, too, but before he could be further tempted, you pulled back and turned around.

His fingers twitched at his sides as you sat on his lap, your back against his chest. Though you couldn’t hold down his hands at this angle, he was resolved to behave. You began to gyrate your hips ever so slowly, already feeling his prominent bulge pressing against your ass.

This time, you finally undid the straps of your top, letting it slide off of you. You heard his sharp intake of breath right next to your ear as you leaned back so he could get a better view of your front.

“You enjoy torturing me,” he gritted out. “I can see it in your eyes.”

“You just look so good when you’re all worked up like this,” you purred.

Then, to torture him even further, you grabbed his hands, bringing them to where your g-string hugged your hips.

“Hook your fingers here,” you instructed, and he immediately obeyed.

You stood and bent forward, his thumbs helping pull your panties down. At this new angle, he had an up close and personal view of your newly exposed cunt, and he couldn’t help but let out a pitiful whimper.

You chuckled. “You all good there?”

Instead of responding, he slid down to his knees, pulling your underwear off the rest of the way. You stepped out of them and felt as his hands came back towards your hips, holding on firmly.

All of his self restraint had seemingly shattered, and like a starving man, he started kissing at your thighs. You indulged him for a moment, biting back a soft moan as you felt his lips on your inner thigh.

But then, surprisingly, you felt him nip and suck at the sensitive skin, sure to leave a mark.

“Hey, now!” You chastised, turning around and pushing him back a little. “Naughty, naughty, trying to bite more than you can chew. Didn’t I say hands off?”

“I wasn’t using my hands, technically,” he countered, smirking slightly. “But I’ll do better.”

“I’m sure you will.” You crossed your arms. “And you can start by making it up to me.”

“Yes, anything.”

You looked him over, still on his knees, eyes wide and eager. He truly looked like he would do anything for you at that moment.

“Worship me,” you said finally. “If you want to put your mouth on me, it has to be over every square inch.”

He licked his lips and leaned forward a little, unable to resist you. “That I can do, gladly.”

He dove into his task diligently, kissing his way up. Your fingers buried in his hair, keeping him close. He took his time, but when he reached the apex of your thighs once more, he looked up at you as if asking for permission.

But as much as you wanted to say yes, you didn’t want this part to end quite yet.

You tugged his head back lightly. “Keep going, you’ll get your prize after.”

He grunted, but acquiesced, licking up to your navel. You suppressed a shudder, already clenching around nothing. The build up was driving you near feral, but such desperate want was an addictive feeling.

You almost caved in once more when he reached your breasts. His tongue circled one of your nipples, his teeth subsequently grazing the hardened peak. He repeated his motions with your other breast, but in a teasing retort, he moved onto your sternum before you could really bask in the pleasure.

And once he reached your throat, you couldn’t take it any longer. You grabbed his chin as you brought his lips to yours, eliciting a low moan from him as your tongue tangled with his.

“You want your prize?” You asked between kisses, nipping at his lower lip when he nodded. “How do you want it, Aaron?”

“Fuck me,” he said without hesitation. “Use me to give yourself pleasure. I just want to make you feel good.”

His words had you instantly dripping and you squeezed your thighs together to try and ease some of your ache. You felt like your knees might buckle at any moment, and you crushed your lips against his ravenously.

“Sit back down for me,” you urged.

He did so, making you bend down so as not to break contact with him. But you quickly pulled away to crouch in front of him, reaching for his belt.

“May I?”

“Yes. Whatever you want, I’m all yours,” he said, shifting forward to help you undo his belt and pants.

You hummed as you freed him from his underwear, the tip of his cock glistening with precum. You gingerly ran the tips of your fingers over the prominent vein on his shaft, making him twitch.

“Someone’s excited,” you noted, smiling slyly. “Remember, hands off. I’m in control here. My turf, my rules.”

He nodded once more, swallowing hard. You let a string of saliva fall onto his cock and straightened back up, spreading it with your fingers.

“Scoot over to the edge.”

You went on your hands and knees in front of him, sliding backwards until your hips were bracketed between his knees. You wiggled them a little enticingly, grinning at him over your shoulder.

“Be a dear and help me put it in, will you?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he slicked the head of his cock through your folds, coating it with your arousal. He pushed in slowly, stretching you deliciously, and both of you exhaled sharply as he bottomed out.

You started moving at a slow, even pace, working the entirety of his length until you adjusted to it. You soon picked up speed, unable to keep yourself from moaning wantonly.

“Fuck, Honey…” he groaned. “Does that feel good?”

“So good,” you panted. “So fucking good.”

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “Please, cum all over my cock.”

Though he did not use his hands, his hips snapped up to meet yours, making his thrusts harder. He repeatedly hit a spot deep inside you that had you clawing at the floor, abdominal muscles tightening.

“Aaron, please, I-” the rest of the sentence died in your throat as pleasure seized you in its vice-like grip.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and you heard him moan out your name as his own orgasm washed over him. He spilled inside of you, thrusting shallowly as both of you rode out your ecstasy.

You were both dazed for a few more seconds, breathing heavily, still lost in one another. His hands caressed your hips affectionately — reverently, even.

As he pulled out of you, he helped you up and hauled you onto his lap. His arms encircled you, and you wiped his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

“Well, safe to say we know each other pretty well now,” you chuckled breathily.

“You did guess my name from the get go,” he said, also chuckling.

He kissed you tenderly, pressing you tighter against him, like he just couldn’t get close enough. It made you melt, how he always made sure to show you how much he cared.

“I kind of want to say I’m sorry for surprising you, but…” he started as he pulled away.

“Don’t,” you said, stroking his face. “I’m not sorry.”

“I’m not either,” he said, and you smiled at each other. “This was one of the most incredible nights of my life.”

“Hmm, something tells me you’re gonna become one of my regulars, Aaron.”

He kissed the tip of your nose. “I’ll be your favorite one.”

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ihavemanyhusbands · 1 year

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Honey Bun (18+ Series)

Aaron Hotchner x Stripper!Reader

Part 3 // MINORS DNI

WC: 3.1k words

Song Inspo: Bop it Up! - The Marías (this song is sooooo)

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, bit of an age gap (placing reader at around 25-26), cursing, alcohol consumption, formalized sex work (Stripper/Pole Dancer), occasional angst, drama. In this chapter specifically -- oral (m receiving), p in v, dirty talking, tittyfuck, aaaand that's all I can think of rn, but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: Hahahaha this got a little too self-indulgent for a moment sorry about that but anyways pls enjoy hee hee

Out in the main room, Gia was draped on the lap of her favorite regular — A ruggedly handsome playboy that oozed charm and mischief, pearly white teeth glinting in the neon lighting. Derek was his name, and he was a rare exception to the sea of shitty patrons that came into the Crimson Lounge.

While he didn’t stop by all too often, he always tried to make time to see Gia. He treated her like a queen, really. He bought her presents and kept in touch with her, so that she wouldn’t think he forgot about her.

He was generous with his tips, always making sure to give you some when you were on stage, too. Sometimes, he’d even get the VIP room for an hour just to get you and Gia out of the main floor, even if all the three of you did was talk. But that’s not to say things were always rated PG.

You supposed at that point, you could consider him a friend of sorts, as well.

“Hello there, lovebirds,” you smirked at them, perching on the armrest of the seat next to theirs.

“Hey, Honey Bunny,” said Derek, adopting the nickname Gia gave you. “Busy night?”

“Never too busy for you two.”

Gia leaned her temple against his, smiling wide. “Derek was just being a big cheeseball.”

He chuckled. “What, can’t I tell you I missed you? It’s been a while, Gigi.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You guys are cute.”

“There’s enough love to go around, Honey,” Derek smirked.

“Save it. I’m allergic.”

“Oh, please,” Gia scoffed. “I’ve seen you heart-eyed before.”

You raised an eyebrow. “When?”

“With me, silly. Obviously.” She shook her head, bending closer to Derek’s ear to fake whisper, “Don’t let her fool you, she’s a big softie on the inside.”

His smirk only grew. “Trust me, I know.”

Once more, you rolled your eyes, swatting at them playfully. You still hadn’t told her about Aaron, but you were sure she could see the dreamy sort of infatuation in your eyes whenever your thoughts drifted to him. You hadn’t yet been on another date with him, but you couldn’t wait to see him again.

Eventually, you would probably have to tell him about this job… if things even got that far. A part of you wanted to stall things so that you could keep seeing him for longer. You weren’t sure how he would react, and a part of you feared that he’d simply cut you off. If that were the case, he wouldn’t really be worth keeping around anyway.

It would hurt, yes, but you wouldn’t ever let anyone shame you for anything you chose to do.

“We really need to get her a man, though,” she insisted. “Don’t you have a friend you could set her up with?”

“None that are worthy,” he said, but then thought about it. “Well, except maybe one or two.”

“It’s okay, baby,” you said, reaching over to pat his knee in appreciation. “Trust me, I can get my own.”

They both raised their eyebrows in amusement, sharing a look.

“I know you can,” Derek conceded. “If you change your mind, though, I can bring one to you. Hell, I can bring them both to you.”

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“Are you going to be home late tonight?” Sadie asked from the doorway. “I’m going out, too, and I just wanted to know if you’d be here after me or….”

“Probably,” you shrugged, glancing over at her. “Wait, is that my shirt?”

“…Maybe. I’ll wash it, I promise.”

You sighed in resignation, letting it go for the time being.

“Actually, I don’t even know if I’ll be home at all tonight.”

“Ooooh, I thought it was just a lil date,” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

You rolled your eyes. “You know how dates can end.”

Aaron had invited you over to watch movies at his place, promising he would cook for you. It’d be your first date in private, which made it all the more exciting. You rarely accepted dates at somebody’s house, but this was Aaron you were talking about!

You knew he wouldn’t try any funny business — unless that’s what you wanted (which it was) — so that made you feel more at ease. Well, for the most part, since you were practically vibrating with anticipation, too.

“Oh my god, you’re like, shaking,” she said teasingly, wagging her eyebrows suggestively. “You like this one, don’t you?”

You huffed in frustration, fixing your ponytail. You’d opted to dress cute but comfortable, finally having a night off to yourself. You couldn’t even remember the last time you wore plain leggings and a sweatshirt, but at that moment, you wished you never had to wear anything else.

“What’s with everyone suddenly thinking I’m a hopeless romantic or something?”

“I don’t know, dude. I haven’t seen you like this about someone in a while.”

“Whatever, Sadie,” you said, deciding to change the subject. “Where are you going anyways?”

“It’s Nena’s twenty-first, remember?” she said, shouldering you a little to the side so she could also look in the mirror. “We’re going to the Duchess, so don’t worry, I’m sure Jo’s gonna keep an eye on us.”

Your phone buzzed on the dresser, and you saw it was a text from Aaron saying he was outside.

“Well, just be careful, okay? And don’t drink too much,” you said, kissing her temple as you grabbed your stuff.

“Have fuuun~” she said in a sing-song voice. “Oh! And can I borrow your leather jacket?”

“Yes, as long as you don’t scratch it!” You yelled over your shoulder, practically skipping towards the door.

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Upon arrival, Aaron hung up his keys and his jacket, hovering close to you.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said, vaguely gesturing around.

“Wow, your place is really nice,” you said as you took off your shoes by the door.

That was an understatement. His house was immaculate, really, with hardwood floors and modest decorations. He had nice furniture, but nothing too flashy or extravagant. You already knew he had money, but it was clear he didn’t much care to flaunt it.

“I can give you a tour after dinner,” he offered. “I finished preparing everything earlier, just need to heat it up.”

“Need any help?”

“No, no, don’t worry about it. You just sit back and relax, let me spoil you.”

You couldn’t help but smile slyly. “Spoil me, huh? Careful, Aaron. I just might get used to it.”

He smirked a little. “That’s the plan.”

From the adjacent living room, you watched him putter around in the kitchen, placing a dish in the oven and opening a bottle of red wine. He whistled a little as he worked, and you saw the flex of his muscles under his shirt. Your eyes trailed down to his exposed forearms, since he’d rolled up his sleeves.

Suddenly you were very hungry, but food was the last thing on your mind.

He brought you a glass and sat next to you on the couch, clinking his glass with yours. His body was angled to face you, arm resting behind you. You adjusted yourself, scooting just a little bit closer in the process.

“I’m surprised I was able to pull you away from work,” he said. “I’m really glad you could make some time for me in your busy agenda.”

“Oh, please,” you grinned, taking a sip of wine. “You act like I’m the only one.”

He chuckled. “I’ll give you that, but I did call off in advance.”

“So did I. Plus, doesn’t that make this time together even sweeter?”

He nodded, his eyes roaming over your face. He leaned forward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It sure does.”

You couldn’t help yourself, so you met him halfway and planted a kiss on his lips. It was quick and innocent, but it left enough of a promise that there would be more to come.

At that moment, the oven’s timer dinged, indicating that the food was ready. The two of you moved over to the dining table, which was neatly set, lit candles and all. He’d made pasta primavera and some rosemary chicken, which smelled heavenly. Not only did you love how much effort he put into it, but also the fact he was genuinely a good cook. He smiled when your eyes fluttered close after the first bite, humming in delight.

Dinner was a breeze, where you swapped stories and joked around, hands often coming together. They were so thrilling, those little touches; So incredibly intimate in their simplicity.

Perhaps it was then that the foreplay really started, before you even kissed him again.

You patted your belly as he cleared the table, smiling beatifically. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to languish with him, your body warm from not just the wine.

“You know how they say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” You said. “I think that applies to women, too.”

He glanced at you over his shoulder, his smile mirroring yours. “I told you my nefarious plans from the beginning.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as he came back from the kitchen, leading you back towards the couch. God, now you were giggling too!? This wasn’t helping your case at all. You could picture Sadie and Gia’s smug smirks clear as day.

“Well, safe to say you succeeded.”

In a small act of boldness, you propped your legs up on his lap as soon as he sat next to you. He was so warm, too, and all you wanted was to sink into him. But the amount of restraint you two had held onto so far was kind of fun, almost like teasing. His hand came to rest on your knee, thumb lightly tracing it.

“So, do you have a movie in mind?” You asked, propping a cushion behind you and lying back on it.

He looked over at you, his eyes flicking down your body before returning to your face. “I could think of a few. What kind do you like?”

“Wait, oh my god, crazy request, but have you ever seen Bram Stoker’s Dracula?” You asked excitedly, propping up on your elbows. “The Coppola one. It’s one of my favorite movies, sooo fucking campy!”

“You’re cute when you’re excited,” he said, and his eyes seemed to gleam with affection as he started looking for it on his smart TV. “Anyways, I haven’t seen it, but now I really think I should.”

“Prepare to be absolutely blown away.”

Once he found the movie, you were more focused on his reactions rather than the actual film. You tried to watch, you really did, but it was impossible to look away from him. The elegant column of his throat, the clean cut of his jaw, the dark fan of his lashes…

His thumb absently continued its slow caresses on your knee, and you surreptitiously slid closer, so now your thighs were on his lap. He looked down at you then, his eyes pitch black in the low light, desire like a living thing behind them.

Your restraint broke then and there.

You sat up, cupping the back of his head and bringing him into your ravenous kiss. On the screen, Mina and Dracula were also kissing after he finally confessed his undying devotion for her. You moaned a little as he pulled you up so you could straddle him properly.

You raked your fingers through his hair as his tongue found yours. It wasn’t so much a kiss as it was a devouring, all the anticipation finally reaching its peak. He ran his hands down your back, reaching your hips as you rocked them. His breathing hitched at the friction, grip tightening.

“God… I’ve wanted this for days now,” he said, barely separating his lips from yours. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“You’re telling me,” you said with the smallest laugh, capturing his lower lip with your teeth.

He groaned into your mouth, which caused you to shudder. His hands hesitated at the hem of your sweatshirt, so you leaned back to grant him permission, raising your arms above your head. He took it off for you, tossing it to the side.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he rasped, seemingly surprised but also utterly delighted.

“Obviously not, it’s my day off,” you said, nipping at his jaw, causing him to chuckle.

He moved to kiss your neck, your clavicles, your sternum, before finally his tongue encircled one of your nipples. One of your hands kept his head in place as you leaned back, eyes closing momentarily. Beneath you, his cock was rock hard, straining against his slacks.

As he rolled your other nipple between his fingers, you rocked your hips agonizingly slow. When his teeth grazed your sensitive skin, your body jerked, and you pushed him back.

“I need this off, now,” you urged, shaking fingers unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off of him.

You ran your hands down his hairy chest, mouth watering at the sight of his heaving breaths and his puffy lips. You licked your lips salaciously, an idea popping into your mind.

“What do you say we turn this into a no pants party?” You purred.

He nodded eagerly, and you slid off his lap onto the floor, kneeling before him. He shifted his hips forward, and you reached to undo his belt and slacks, pulling them down. His cock sprang out, hitting his stomach. It was thick and just above average in length, with a prominent vein that you could not wait to tongue. The tip glistened with precum, and he gripped the base as your hands came to rest on his thighs.

Teasingly, you gave the tip a couple of kitten licks, tasting the salty musk of his arousal. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, and you looked up at him through your lashes. His hips bucked involuntarily, and you smirked.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?” he panted. “Where did my sweet Honey go?”

“I’m right here,” you breathed, pressing a kiss on his shaft before letting him feed it into your mouth.

You flattened your tongue as you began bobbing your head slowly, taking him deeper each time. He wound your ponytail around his hand as he gently guided your head, groaning as he reached the back of your throat. You hummed around his length.

You released him momentarily, pumping him with your fist as you finally licked the entirety of that sensitive vein. His body jerked, and more precum leaked out of the tip.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, head tossed back. “That mouth of yours is heaven.”

You giggled, utterly drunk on the fact that you could give him such pleasure. You rubbed your thighs together as you leaned forward, pressing your breasts against his cock. He began shuttling it up and down immediately, and you spat down on it so it could slide even easier.

“Such a dirty girl,” he praised, brow furrowed at all the stimulation you were subjecting him to. “I think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t fuck you soon.”

“That makes two of us.”

He gently pulled your head back as he bent to kiss you feverishly. Your tongues tangled messily, the movement of his hips erratic. Arousal was a deep well of heat in your belly, inner thighs sticky from how wet you were.

You moaned into each other’s mouths and, unable to wait any longer, you extricated yourself from him. You yanked your leggings off, along with your underwear, the two of you maintaining heavy eye contact.

You quickly grabbed a condom from your purse, opening the wrapper with your teeth before rolling it onto him. You were a responsible horndog, after all, even if you were also on birth control.

Next thing you knew, you were sinking down on his length, stretching you deliciously. You shared breath as he bottomed out, his hands on your back firmly pressing you against him.

“God, you’re so wet and warm,” he groaned, gripping your hips once more. “You’re taking me so well, too. This pussy is so good to me.”

You began riding him slowly, adjusting to his size. He filled you up so nicely, and you couldn’t help but whimper in his ear. He kissed your shoulder and your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

Soon enough, you picked up the pace, working the entirety of his length. You pulled back, using his shoulders to steady yourself, your breasts bouncing in his face. He chased one of them with his mouth, sucking your nipple once more.

The lewd sound of skin slapping together filled the room, as well as the chorus of your moans and grunts. You could feel that familiar coil winding in your stomach, and you bit down on your bottom lip.

“F-fuck, your cock feels so fucking good. It’s so t-thick,” you mewled, back arching. “I’m so close.”

“You’re clenching me hard,” he said, pulling back and reaching between the two of you so his fingers found your clit. “Come for me, I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”

He stroked your clit in quick, tight circles, and your hips stuttered. There was no rhythm to your movements at that point, just you chasing your high.

You came undone mere moments later, crying out his name. He was whispering praises before his words melted into a low groan. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as he also reached his peak, prolonging your orgasm.

The two of you panted heavily, foreheads leaning together. You kissed him sweetly, smiling against his lips. He rubbed your back gently, and you could feel his hammering heartbeat against your chest, in tempo with yours.

“I wanted to jump your bones from the moment I first saw you,” you confessed with a chuckle, wiping a strand of dark hair away from his forehead. “But the real thing was so much better than my fantasies.”

“Oh, so you fantasized about me, did you?” He teased, and you shifted your hips in retaliation, making him hiss. “Easy there, cowgirl. You know I wanted you just as bad.”

The two of you laughed, sharing a couple more pecks before you lifted yourself off of him, plopping back onto the cushion.

He went to clean himself off and discard the condom, coming back with some water and a wet cloth to clean you up. He’d also brought you one of his t-shirts to wear, which you immediately slipped on, inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne deeply. He pulled you to him, kissing the top of your head and wrapping his arms around you.

“We can restart the movie if you want,” he said. “I must shamefully admit I wasn’t paying any attention to it.”

You grinned impishly. “I forgive you, I also wasn’t focusing much.”

“Something tells me we might have to pause it again, especially with you looking like that.”

“Well, you won’t hear me complaining.”

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