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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 8

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language? Warnings: None? I think? Please let me know if I missed something Notes: Bit of fluff with some anxiety/update on primary conflict. Next chapter will be a cute date with Dani, the one after that will be maximum h*rny, and then what will likely be the finale. Music for this chapter here. PS this one is a bit on the shorter side, but I hope y'all still enjoy it. Past Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Toccata, Pt. 5: Poco a Poco, Pt. 6: Elegy, Pt. 7: Harmony

Chapter 8: Obbligato

(Obbligato: An instrumental part which is essential in a piece of music)

“Okay, okay, serious this time, please? I’ll give you a kiss if you try hard enough,” you promised, grinning up at Daniela as you did. A week had passed since your talk in the library, with the two of you spending most days together, and you were progressing nicely with the musical lessons. Still, your girlfriend (you would never get tired of saying that word) was prone to getting a tad ‘distracted’. By you, usually. Not that it was intentional by any means. There was only so much you could do to keep her focused when the two of you were this close together.

“I could just kiss you anyway,” Daniela teased, leaning in with familiar intent. Right before your lips touch, however, she pulls back and smirks. “But if you insist, I can handle the challenge.” Then she’s turning back towards the piano, carefully finding the starting position. Even with her prior experience, you were impressed with how much she had already learned, and couldn’t help but be immensely proud of her. If anyone could meet Lady Dimitrescu’s expectations within a three month timeframe, it was the two of you. Except, of course, you still had to double-check just what her expectations were.

In the meantime, you were excited to hear your girlfriend play through the sheet music you had written up. Most of what you were working with had come from the family’s storage room, but you had also found some blank sheets, and figured it couldn’t hurt to create songs of your own. This particular one was relatively simple. It had been based on a song from a game you had played years ago, and only posed a moderate challenge due to its interesting rhythm. Daniela had seemed to enjoy playing it, with you even hearing her practice the song outside of your lessons, but had so far today refused to play it seriously.

Finally that was going to change. Once she found the starting notes, she nodded to herself, then started playing. For the first time today her expression is stern, focused. Seeing her like this was nice. She was always cute, you just thought that she was extra cute like this. But you tried not to let yourself get too distracted, knowing that you couldn’t give her feedback if you didn’t pay attention. In your head you “play along”, fingers miming the movements, knowing that it would help you catch any possible mistakes. Throughout the piece there are only a couple that you catch, none of them being severe enough to ruin the experience. Finishing with a little flourish, Daniela returns her gaze to you, grinning expectantly.

“Well? I seem to recall you promising me a reward,” she said, perking a brow. Laughing a little, you roll your eyes, before moving in to give her exactly what she wanted. Both of you are smiling into the kiss, enjoying every moment of it. Soon enough Daniela is running a hand through your hair, and pressing against you more, tilting her head just enough to deepen the kiss. You’re blushing hard now, thoughts going everywhere other than music. It’s not until you pull back for air that you remember what you’re supposed to be doing right now.

“As wonderful as this is… we still have a few more songs to go over,” you murmured, despite how much you wanted to keep kissing Daniela. By the way she groaned in frustration, you figured she felt the same way, more or less. “Hey, don’t fret too much. Think of this as an opportunity to earn a few more rewards,” you teased, gently patting her on the shoulder. For a moment she simply pouts, but eventually she sighs and gets ready to play another song…

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Rushing up the steps, practically two at a time, you desperately hoped that you wouldn’t be late. This was your third “update meeting” with Lady Dimitrescu, which by itself was enough to make you a nervous wreck. Add in the fact that this was the first time you’d be meeting alone? And in her personal study, no less? Well, it was safe to say that you were terrified. You hadn’t even been told why things were different this time. No, you were about as clueless as could be, given the circumstances.

By the time you make it your Lady’s study, you cannot tell whether your heart is racing due to stress or physical exertion. Regardless, you make it there in short time, arriving precisely at the scheduled hour. After taking a moment to settle your nerves, you briefly knock on the chamber door. There’s the sound of movement from inside before the way opens. Lady Dimitrescu has to bend a little to see out, but quickly smiles when she meets your gaze. Which was rather unexpected. The last time you had met with her she had been distanced, although still polite. Then again, Daniela had also been with you, and the focus was, as always, on her.

“Lady Dimitrescu,” you greeted, giving a short bow per customs. Then you were being waved in, brought over to a small sitting area, where you waited for permission to sit down. Once it was given, you relaxed a little. Maybe I don’t have as much reason to be nervous as I thought, you muse.

“Please, make yourself comfortable. There are no reasons for you to be unsettled, as far as I am aware,” Lady Dimitrescu said, smile disappearing for a moment at the end. But it’s back as quickly as it had vanished. Did she suspect something? Perhaps she had seen the way Daniela looked at you, or even overheard the whisperings of your roommates. Both thoughts do little other than renew your anxiety. Noticing this, Alcina frowns and shakes her head. “I was merely joking. Now, let us get to the reason for our meeting: How are Daniela’s lessons fairing? There is only so much I can glean from listening.” Glad to have something to think about other than your secret relationship with your boss’ daughter, you nodded and began explaining.

“Lady Daniela is making outstanding progress, in my opinion. Even with her occasional… lapses in attention, once she puts her mind to something, she’s quick to master it. At this point she can sight read nearly as fast and accurately as myself. However, we’re still going over vocabulary, as well as keys and their corresponding chords,” you answered, barely able to maintain eye contact with your employer. Thankfully, she seems to have accepted the inevitability of your nervousness. You were especially thankful now that you prepared to ask her a question. “My Lady, may I inquire about what specifically you expect from my teachings? If there are certain genres you wish for Daniela to be familiar with, or techniques-... I must admit I am unsure as to how to best meet your requirements.”

Slowly reclining in her chair, Alcina appears to ponder your question. In the meantime she sips at her beverage, holding the cup as if it were a fragile heirloom (which it could very well be), eyes looking into the middle distance. Then she gives a soft hum, setting her cup down and returning her attention to you.

“I suppose I can understand your concern. In some ways you have already exceeded my expectations,” she said, expression oddly plain in comparison to her positive phrasing. “My daughter has rarely invested herself in anything as much as she has in your lessons. For this, I am left wondering what she finds so captivating- the music, or the one who pulls the strings?... But that is not the answer to your inquiry, is it?” In that moment, you are incredibly still, willing yourself to keep a straight face, despite the racing of your heart. At your silence, Alcina perks a brow, expecting you to respond. You can’t, your mouth suddenly dry. “What I expect is a passion to educate, a drive to see my daughter flourish. I expect you to teach her exactly as much as she wants you to, focusing on whatever brings her the most joy. But I expect professionalism. Your duties come first, above your health, happiness, and all other desires. Am I understood?”

“Yes, my Lady. Of course, my Lady,” you replied, stuttering, eyes wide. Did she know? Or merely suspect?... There’s another thought, one you try desperately not to voice, only to hear the words fill the room before you can stop yourself. “May I ask where Lady Daniela’s desires fit into this?” Silence hangs heavy over the room for several seconds. Your employer has narrowed her eyes, lips curled downwards into a sharp scowl, watching you with thinly-veiled anger. All you can do is gulp and wait for her response. When it comes, you are surprised by the stability of her tone. It was almost as if she respected your gall.

“She is young still, with the mind of a lovesick maiden. Daniela does not know what she wants, not really, nor does she understand what she needs. If her… flirtatious nature begins to interrupt your instruction, then your response must be swift, and uninterested. Regardless of how unkindly she takes your rejection, I will ensure that she does not harm you,” Lady Dimitrescu said, giving a stern nod at the end. Though her tone was reassuring, you hardly felt better, considering you were far past the point of turning Daniela down (if anything, you had only turned her on). “Now, with that settled, I believe I should let you return to your duties. Oh, and do tell Cynthia that the tea she brewed was perfect, should you happen to see her.”

Then she looked away, practically ignoring your continued existence. So you rose to your feet, gave another bow, and left before your panic could devolve into a breakdown. Daniela is not going to be happy about this.

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #serenade #my brain got stuck on this for some reason #sorry it took so long #very excited for the date chapter tho!#gonna be hecking cute

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adorethedistance · 3 years

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Come Over? - FWB!Reader x Luke Patterson (18+)

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Kinda requested: I was just asked to write another Luke smut. lol.

Words: 2665

Warnings: NSFW!! this is a heavy smut, 18+, swearing, a fight/confrontation

Summary: It doesn’t matter if it’s with Luke Patterson, having a friends with benefits relationship is a bad idea. Someone is bound to get hurt. In this case, it’s you, and Luke will have to make sure you know just how much you mean to him.

A/N: I cannot believe I just wrote a 5 page (SINGLE SPACED) smut for y’all’s h*rny asses. It was gonna be longer but the longer I worked on it the more I hated it so here's this version. Hope you enjoy, I’m working on a fluff next probably with Owen.

Come over?

It’s crazy how two simple words can consume my every thought for hours on end. I keep telling myself to stop giving in to Luke, and that I was done with our arrangement. How long has it been? Not that long, just the start of senior year. A few months maybe. Luke and I agreed at the end of Freshman year that if we were both still virgins by the time we turned 18, we’d lose our virginities to each other. I thought he was joking until the clock struck midnight on his birthday, and I received the first of what would be a series of “come over?” texts. I didn’t know they would become recurring messages.

Sure but can we talk first?

I didn’t mean to catch feelings but it all just happened so fast. It’s hard not to fall for someone who’s extremely attractive, talented, bound for success, funny, and... well endowed for lack of a better, non-vulgar term. It’s hard to ignore the warm feeling I get when he’s got his fingers in my mouth, and he’s calling me his “good girl” while he coaxes another orgasm out of me for the third time that night.

What’s up?

My friends have told me hook ups and friends with benefits situations always end in someone getting hurt. Like most of my mistakes, I’d gone against my better judgement and done it anyways. Maybe I’m an idiot for letting myself fall in love with my best friend, or maybe I’m an idiot for ever making a pact like that in the first place. Regardless, I fell, and I’m bound to get hurt.

We’ll talk when I get there. Give me 15 min

Hitting send on that text prompts me to collect my things. Bag, keys, license, condoms, and spare clothes. I shaved last night, I have deodorant on, I’m wearing a cute set. I just need to tell my parents I’m sleeping over at Luke’s. We’ve been friends since we were born, so my parents don’t think us still having sleepovers in senior year is sus, thank god. Luke only lives a couple streets down, but since I have to leave from his house in the morning I decided to drive. Sitting in my car, I’m more nervous than I was for the first time we’d ever fucked. I tap my fingers on the steering wheel to a rhythm of my own invention before switching off the engine. I just have to be strong; tell him we can’t do this anymore. Should I tell him before we do anything? Is it manipulative to do it after? What should I do?

Dude stop talking to yourself and come in already

Looking up to Luke’s bedroom window, I see him pull an impatient face at me before disappearing. No going back now. I grab my bag, lock my car, and I’m just about to step onto the porch when the front door swings open.

“I was starting to think you were gonna bail on me,” he teases. I puff out a fake laugh, and right as the door closes behind me, Luke’s kissing and biting along the contour of my jaw bone. I don’t respond as I normally do, and he’s immediately off put by my distracted demeanor. “You okay?”

“We need to talk.”

“Yes… you’ve already said that.” We stare at each other in silence. Luke looks at me expectantly as I am the one who brought it up.

“I uhm…”

“You’re being super weird, Y/n,” he speaks up after a long pause, “did something happen?”

“We can’t do this anymore. After tonight, that is.” Luke is surprised by my statement, and it becomes abundantly clear that that possibility had never crossed his mind.

“...Why? What happened?” I didn’t think this far ahead! I can’t just say I’m in love with him!

“Nothing happened.” “Then why can’t we do this anymore? Did you… have you met someone?”

“No!” I jump in much too defensively, “No, I haven’t met anyone.”

“What’s going on with you, Y/n? We don’t keep shit from each other. You know that.”

“I know.” “Why can’t you just tell me?!” He’s growing upset, rightfully so, but that doesn’t keep me from boiling over as well.

“I don’t have to justify myself to you!”

“I at least deserve an explanation!”

“You don’t deserve shit from me! God, you’re such a fucking idiot.”

Silence fills the Patterson house.

“I’m a fucking idiot for wanting to know why we can’t hook up anymore?” “Luke, I-”

“Just stop.”

“No, really, I-” “Save it, Y/n! I don’t want to hear it.”

“Please, let me-”

“Just go!”

“I LOVE YOU!” I didn’t want to scream but it was the only way he would hear it.

“What?”

“I am in love with you, Luke. And that’s why I can’t do this anymore!” I sigh out a curse when I realize what I’m about to do next. “In the heat of the moment, you always call me baby or princess, and I pretend to hate it but truth is I think about it for WEEKS after you’ve said it. You don’t understand the kind of hold that your words have on my heart, and I can’t do this anymore because I know you don’t feel the same way.”

Luke stares blankly for a second before growing angry. He doesn’t speak. Instead, he marches past me, into his bedroom. I expect the slam of the door like he always does when he’s mad, but when it never comes I follow to find out what he’s doing. When I step through the doorway, I find Luke tearing his closet apart. What is he looking for?

“Luke?” He’s grumbling to himself a passive-aggressive remark that I can’t make out.

“Get on the bed. Now.” He commands without even looking at me.

“No, I-” “That wasn’t a question.” I decide to obey, and set my bag down at the foot of the bed. Sitting in the center of the bed, I look up to try and figure out what he’s looking so intently for. I don’t see what he grabs, but he stands up and approaches the bed.

“You think I don’t feel the same way about you?”

“Why should I? You’ve given me no inkling-” “I wasn’t really asking, but since you think I’ve given you no clue as to whether or not I feel the same way, I’ll just have to show you.” My breathing shallows,

“H-how?”

“Y/n, how many times have you been able to have consecutive orgasms?” He seemingly ignores my question. “Never…?”

Luke purses his lips, and nods with furrowed brows, his hands busy unlocking a dark colored wooden box.

“Okay,” when he finally gets the box open, he places his hands down on the bed on either side of it, and looks into my eyes, “I can fix that.”

My mouth runs dry in shock.

“I don’t know if I can-” “I’m sorry, what part of ‘I didn’t ask’ don’t you understand?” His patience is running thin and I shut myself up in response. Luke places the box off to the side, holding a neck tie between his calloused fingers.

“Strip.” I comply and remove my shirt, but Luke stops me before I can remove my bra. “Lay down.”

“What are you doing?” He doesn’t reply. He doesn’t speak or even look at me. Instead, he grabs my both wrists in one of his larger hands, and begins to tie a soft rope around them. Once my hands are bound together he prompts me to tug at the restraint. My inability to escape is satisfactory enough, and he retreats back to the foot of the bed.

“Judging by your reaction, you clearly lack the willpower to endure consecutive orgasms. This is just a little precaution to make sure I achieve my goal.”

Cradling my body in his larger hands, Luke kisses my soft lips gently. The way he’s kissing me is somewhere between desperate to have more of me, and hyper-cautious of taking anything. Luke slips his hands down my waist and over my hips. He breaks our kiss to pull my shorts down over my legs, tossing them carefully into the floor. Looking back up he inhales on a hiss upon seeing the lace floral panties I wore.

“These new?” He looks into my eyes, tracing his fingertip over the waistband.

“Are you actually asking this time?” Luke laughs at my question for clarification before snapping the elastic against my skin.

“Easy there. You’re not in any position to get sassy with me young lady.”

“I’m literally older than you.” Luke exhales a humorless laugh with his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek.

“Okay. I see how it’s gonna be.” Luke retrieves something from the box on the corner of the bed.

“What the fuck does that mean? You know, if you’re trying to be intimidating maybe-” I cut myself off due to a huge gasp that’s torn through my body. Luke had grabbed a vibrator and switched it on right as he pressed it into my clit, over my panties. I let out several short sighs and moans against my will, soaking in the vibrations.

“Jesus. If I had known the off switch for that mouth of yours was your clit, I would’ve taken advantage of that ages ago.” I can tell he’s smirking larger than life, but I’m in no state to quip back. The sensation has consumed all rational thought and all negative emotion. Just as I’m getting adjusted to the vibrations, Luke switches off the toy. I whine loudly and involuntarily.

“Oh, come on princess. Don’t you want these off?” He hooks a finger under the elastic band, against the skin where my thigh meets my hip. I nod furiously and Luke slides the material all the way down my legs.

“That’s better, yeah?” Why he’s being so sweet instead of teasing, I’m unclear.

“You got this wet from just a few seconds of the vibrator?” And there it is. I can feel the heat of a blush crawling across the surface of my skin. Luke presses my knees apart, and draws a single fingertip through my arousal, rubbing it over my entire pussy. He then switches the toy back on, and presses the object directly onto the sensitive pearl. My entire body shudders in response to the pleasure.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive,” he holds the toy against me and I whine. Luke evilly kicks up the vibrations from low to high which leaves me gasping for air. Shockwaves of pleasure and adrenaline disrupt the patterns of my breathing, and I can’t keep myself from spewing a long line of profanities.

“Luke please, I-”

“I know. Shh it’s okay, just relax into it.” I nod in place of a verbal response as I feel myself climbing higher and higher. I’m so worked up, it’s embarrassing how quickly I’ve reached my high.

“Fuck,” I whisper after a few seconds of hovering over the edge. My abdomen starts convulsing and the tidal wave-like orgasm consumes my entire nervous system. I begin to come down from my first orgasm, but Luke isn’t letting up. He’s pressed the toy firmly against my sensitive heat. I squeal and try to push him away with my bound hands.

Luke continues to hold the vibrations to my aching clit and a second orgasm is forced over my body. My throat has gone dry due to my labored panting; a strangled yell claws its way through my vocal chords. Involuntary spasms tear through my abdomen for the second time, and only after the forced orgasm does Luke take the vibrator off.

“Good girl,” he coos, brushing away the strands of hair that were stuck to my face from sweat. I’m still incapable of forming words through my heavy breathing, but the rush of endorphins causes me to laugh. A full genuine laugh. Luke looks up confused but amused and begins to laugh along.

“Oh my god!” I sigh whilst still recovering.

“Is that what you needed? You just needed me to vibe the negative energy out of you?”

“Shut up!” I laugh, looking up to the ceiling. He’s got band posters all over the walls, but the Blink-182 Enema of the State album cover is the one he chose to be directly above the bed. Awesome.

“Untie me you bastard.” Luke laughs and carefully undoes the knot, slipping the restraint off of my wrists. He re-ties it to keep it from getting tangled, and tucks it back into the mystery box.

“Luke, I don’t think I can handle any more,” I smile behind a sigh as I push myself up off the bed. He sets the toy down and looks me in the eyes.

“Really?” I nod in response. “Well, I think you’ve got one more in you.” Before I can put up any feeble attempt of a fight, Luke pushes me back down onto the bed. He crawls up to my face, resting a toned arm on the headboard.

“You’re gorgeous when you’re overstimulated,” he then leans down to press a heated kiss on my lips. Grazing my bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, Luke pulls it into his mouth to bite down, and then presses a gentle kiss to the afflicted area. Pulling back, Luke’s eyes lock with mine and he flashes me a sly but genuine smile.

“What?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead he slides down to press loving kisses against the skin of my stomach, working his way downward. Luke settles himself between my legs, placing a kiss on the surface of both of my hip bones. Rolling the skin between his teeth, Luke leaves symmetrical love bites on both sides. He continues his trail of hickeys down across my inner thighs before the teasing becomes too much.

“Luke, I can’t-”

“I know, I know.” He quiets my chirping, by placing one last kiss right above where I need him most. Then, he moves down to lick a single pass over my pulsing hole, up over the entire area. The gasp that follows is beyond my control. In acknowledgement of my sensitivity, Luke leans down to thread his arms under my thighs, cradling my pelvis in his hands. As he flicks his tongue over my swollen clit, I feel him hold my hips tighter to keep me from squirming.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, and tangle my hands into his brown hair. When I tilt my head back against his pillows in ecstasy, I can feel him smirk against me. The consistent rhythm of his tongue over my clit pulls me closer to another high; then, I moan Luke’s name as he sucks the enlarged bud between his teeth, where he continues to flick his tongue over the surface.

Once again the sensational pleasure is becoming too much. I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes. I try my hardest not to openly sob, I really do, but the feeling is too great. Through blurred vision I look down to see the most erotic sight of the evening: Luke’s arms hooked onto my lower half holding me still, his lips wrapped around my overworked and oversensitive pearl, and his sparkling hazel eyes peering back up into mine.

I’m dumbstruck by the sight, and consequently reach the peak of my high, hovering for a blissful moment before crashing down abruptly. I’m convulsing and squirming and practically crying, but Luke hasn’t let up. He’s continuing his assault on my poor clit. I try to get away, uselessly pushing at Luke’s much stronger arms and head.

“Luke, please stop, it’s too much, I can’t-” tears of euphoria slide down both of my temples, and upon seeing this state of desperation, Luke takes his lips off of me with a salacious pop.

“Still don’t think I feel the same way?” he asks in an increasingly pointed manner.

“I believe you.”

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taehyungsgrowl · 3 years

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uhhhh duncan in prison angst 👀👀

hey 👋🏽

i’m sorry this took me so long to answer! but i did make a lil moodboard to go w it :•)

also i've written quite a bit of angst lately so this will be a little angsty, but also smutty.

long distance(?) old school version of sexting, really

hope y'all enjoy!

(yes, i did just discover the indention feature!)

warnings: angst if you squint, h*rny love letters, prisoners cat calling y/n, aaaand smut

word count: 3.5 k (i really don't know how this was supposed to be less than 1,000)

i don't love how this came out but the idea kept floating around in my head so i wanted to share!

Y/N didn't think what started as a harmless little experiment would show her just how powerful words could be.

She scrolled through row after row of photos on the 'write a prisoner' website on a boring evening just for something to do. And now each time she got a letter in the mail from him, her stomach would flutter.

Her finger stopped mid scroll as she came across the photo of the scruffy faced man with cheekbones carved by the gods and eyes clearer than the skies.

Duncan Shepherd.

Her eyes scanned his profile, learning that he was being held in a minimum security prison out of D.C for numerous white collar crimes, including bribery and extortion. He listed his interests as fine arts and finer wines. He'd be out for parole soon but was looking for a way to pass his time in prison.

Out of the hundreds of prisoners Y/N had scrolled past, none of them held her interest like Duncan.

It started off innocently enough. She grabbed a piece of paper from her drawer and her favorite pen and wrote him a simple introduction letter. Even if Duncan didn't seem like a dangerous or violent criminal, she felt a sense of adrenaline in writing him.

Duncan,

I hope this letter finds you well. I like to imagine you get a lot of mail sent to you. I read on your profile that you're a fan of the arts, I'd love to know more about you and what kind of art you enjoy. Truth is, I don't even know why I'm doing this, but figured prison must be lonely so I hope this helps pass the time.

I included a print of one of my favorite pieces of art to hopefully liven up your cell.

All the best,

Y/N

Y/N knew it wasn't much to start off with, but she had no clue what to send to a strange she knew next to nothing about. She printed off a print of one of Monet's Water Lillies and sealed it in an envelope with her first letter.

She let herself forget she sent the letter, not making any expectations. For all she knew, Duncan Shepherd wouldn't even reply to her. It would be hard to imagine that other people browsing the site would ignore Duncan's profile. His beauty, even in a mugshot was beyond compare.

But before long, she'd gotten a beat up envelope in her mailbox from none other than Duncan Shepherd. Excitement buzzed around her as she took a seat in her bed and tore it open.

Y/N,

Thank you for the lovely picture. I've got it hanging above my bed as a reminder of things I loved about my freedom. My mother has an original piece hanging in my childhood home. I remember staring at it for hours, enthralled by the beauty of it.

I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw the print in your envelope.

You know what they say about great minds.

Sometimes I wonder if my family would have let me pursue the arts if I'd be where I am today.

But I am eagerly counting the days until I am able to stroll through a museum in Paris again.

I am dying to know more about you. Tell me what makes up Y/N.

At the bottom of the sheet, was a rough sketch of a garden Duncan had drawn out for her.

The letters continued like that for a few weeks, slowly learning little bits and pieces of each other through writing.

She'd learned a lot about him very quickly. He told her about how troubles with his app and his powerful family led to him going to prison. And he also told her about all of the things he loved to do. Much to her surprise, she had more in common with him than she thought she would have,

Y/N,

We've been writing to each other for some time now and I must admit, curiosity is killing me. Not to mention, I do believe it's unfair that you've known what I look like from the start.

Tell me, did my photograph have anything to do with your interest in me?

I'd love to see you Y/N.

Y/N re-read the letter over and over trying to justify the butterflies in her stomach at the idea of Duncan thinking about her. Wondering what she looks like.

Duncan kept every letter Y/N had sent him using them as a way to fuel his daydreams of the woman behind the letters.

Y/N dug through her things in search of an old polaroid camera she had. - she thought Duncan would appreciate the use of instant film. Even if she felt a little silly doing so, she did her hair and makeup and searched her closet for the perfect outfit. In some way, this would be like Duncan's first impression of her. Little did she know, she'd already made a huge first impression with him.

She settled for a deep burgundy silk tank with a cowl neckline. She tossed her favorite leather jacket over it and put on her favorite dainty gold necklaces, letting them rest above her cleavage.

She made a little set up by the window in her room, where the light came in just right for a photo, and propped the camera up on a pile of books before setting it on an automatic timer to have it snap the photo of her.

She stared at the photo, smiling - happy with the results.

Y/N sat at her desk, writing him another letter and including her photo along with it.

Duncan opened his new letter from Y/N letting the photo fall from the envelope. He picked it up and stared in awe. He couldn't even focus on reading the words on the page as he stared at her picture.

In his mind, he expected her to be beautiful but was blown away by her photo.

He kept it safe, tucked under his pillow. He would take it out every night to look at it until he fell asleep dreaming of her.

Duncan saw her face... eyes clenched shut... pouty lips formed into a perfect "O" as her thighs surrounded his face.

He saw his hands traveling up her legs... kissing up her bare stomach... kissing her lips.

Everything felt so real.

Duncan woke up in a hot sweat from his over realistic dream. He could almost imagine her taste on his tongue.

The moon shone into his room giving him a sliver of silver light and he pulled her photo out, tracing his finger over her face.

He turned on the little lamp at his desk and sat down to write her back.

I can't tell you the time, but I believe it's past midnight and I can't sleep without dreaming of you.

Forgive me if I'm being forward, but I can't get you off my mind.

What I would give to be with you now...

Y/N, I want to feel your skin on mine. I imagine what it must feel like to have your lips pressed against my own.

I can't stop myself from thinking of all the ways I want to make you mine.

D.S.

I want to make you mine.

Y/N kept going back to those words.

If it weren't for the prison bars keeping Duncan away...

Her daydreams of spending the afternoons sipping coffee and strolling through colorful cities with Duncan began to change after the last letter. Knowing that he wanted her sent shivers down her spine.

I can't stop thinking about you either... Especially your last letter.

I want to know all the ways you'd make me yours.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it as well. I'm counting the days with you until you're able to get out and do just that...

Y/N colored her lips with her favorite lipstick and kissed the bottom of the page, leaving the perfect kiss mark on it.

She had unlocked something with Duncan with the last letter. Ever since he and Y/N started to exchange letters back and forth, he hadn't even bothered to open mail from other admirers. He only had eyes for Y/N.

Y/N.

Wish you could hear how your name falls off my lips as I chant it over and over when I bring myself relief - picturing your lips around my cock.

God.

It's hard to think clearly when you're on my mind.

You want to know of all the ways I'd make you mine? My hand would fall off by the time it took to write out each and every way I'd do that, sweetheart.

For starters, I'd love to skin my teeth into your skin. Leaving sweet love bites along your neck. Would you like that?

I wouldn't want you to worry about a thing.

You'd let me take care of you, right baby?

Maybe I'd tie up your wrists to make sure you keep still while I work on making you cum.

I hope you know I plan on keeping these promises the moment I get out.

Y/N touched herself as she read Duncan's letter again. His words making her pool between her legs. She dipped her hand into her panties and imagined everything Duncan described that he'd do to her.

Y/N wanted to do something special for Duncan.

She changed into a lacy lingerie set and grabbed her old camera again. Her heartbeat was beating fast with excitement. She held one hand up with her finger on the shutter and pointed it towards her bottoms. As she dipped her free hand into the waistband of her panties, she took the teasing shot of her hand inside her underwear.

Her cheeks felt hot as she took a look at the photo.

She took a few more. A few more teasing pictures - like the one she took wearing her leather jacket barely covering her - along with more R- rated photos.

She grabbed her small stack of photos and tied them with a piece of ribbon in order from least to most risque and added them to the letter she sent off to him.

Do you know what you do to me?

My letters make you touch yourself? What I would give to be able to see it in more than just your pictures. To be able to hear you for myself.

You don't know how much I loved your photos. You make my cock throb, thinking of just how much I want to fuck you.

I need to see you. Hear you.

How would you feel about coming to see me?

I can arrange with my assistants (the ones not in prison) to arrange a flight for you...

Please let me know what you think.

Love, D.S.

Love D.S.

"Shepherd. You got a call," the guard buzzed Duncan out of his cell and took him to the phone booth where the phone was waiting for him.

He wasn't expecting a call from his lawyer until later this week so he wasn't sure who would be calling him. Not like he and his family were on great terms at the moment.

Y/N tapped her foot anxiously on the other end of the call, trying to fight the nerves off.

"Hello?"

His voice was lower than she expected.

"Hi," she spoke barely above a whisper. "It's Y/N," she continued.

"Y/N? Y/N? Oh my god." Duncan smiled in a way he hadn't since he stepped foot into prison. "Your voice!" he laughed, "I'm hearing your voice! Wait, how? I - why? How?" he was at loss for words at the surprise.

"I hope it's okay. I called the office where I send my letters to and asked to call you," she bit her lip. "I like your voice."

Duncan chuckled, shaking his head. "Wow. It's so good to hear yours."

They knew they didn't have much time but they were both so wrapped up in the fact that they were hearing each other for the first time.

"I, uh, also wanted to talk to you about your... proposal from your last letter... about visiting you I mean." she paced back and forth in her room. "I'd like that. A lot."

His cheeks would be hurting from how hard he was smiling.

"You've got it, baby. We'll make it happen, I promise."

There was a brief pause, "Don't know how I'm gonna control myself when I have you in front of me, princess."

"Two minutes, Shepherd," the guard called over making Duncan roll his eyes.

"I have to go soon. But include your info in the next letter and I'll have my lawyers work something out with you, okay?"

"Okay," she smiled. "And Dunc, it's so good to hear your voice too,"

"You'll call me again?" he asked, desperation almost bleeding into his tone.

"Yes. I promise."

"Good." he grinned. "I'll talk to you soon. Bye, baby."

Over the next few weeks, Y/N and Duncan continued to have phone calls more often, but their letters never stopped. He got in touch with his attorney and passed along Y/N's information for him to follow up and help arrange a trip for her.

Before she knew it, she was being flown out in a first class seat to D.C.

They had her stay in a luxury suite the night before she got to finally meet Duncan.

The morning of, Y/N had piles of clothes tossed around the room as she searched for what to wear.

She'd known Duncan and his taste pretty well from his letters and phone calls to know what he liked. Y/N put on a baby pink silk mini slip dress that tiptoed the line between streetwear and lingerie, and strappy heels.

"Damn, baby. Haven't seen you around here..."

"Are you here for me?"

Along with countless other cat calls flooded her ears as the guard led her to Duncan's cell.

Duncan heard the commotion down the hall and he knew Y/N would be there any second. He frowned, wanting to take her away. None of those creeps deserved to even look at her, and here they were harassing her. It was his fault for bringing her there. He tried to tune them out, wanting to be okay when he saw Y/N.

Y/N was standing behind the guard as they came to Duncan's cell.

"Follow me, Shepherd. You both have an hour," the guard let Duncan out and he could finally lock eyes with Y/N.

She froze, finally seeing. His photo on the website did him no justice. The piercing stare of his eyes couldn't be recaptured on camera. His pink, full lips were even prettier in person.

"Hi," Duncan broke the silence between them. He was handcuffed immediately so he couldn't touch her the way he wished he could have right away.

But they were taken to the parloir where they would finally have some sense of privacy. Duncan's lawyers had worked out for this conjugal visit. They might have slipped the guards a few extra bills to ensure Duncan and Y/N had extra privacy for a moment. But Duncan had been a model prisoner (in one of the comfiest prisons in the country), so the guards had no reason to say no.

"One hour." he reminded Dunc, as he removed his handcuffs and left the room, leaving Y/N and Duncan alone.

"You're here," he closed the gap between them and embraced her. She smelled even better than he imagined.

"Duncan," she smiled with tears in her eyes, "I can't believe it's really you," she giggled.

"It's me," he pulled back, holding her hands as he admired her. "God, you're gorgeous."

Y/N couldn't help herself. She threw her arms around Duncan and kissed him.

Duncan stumbled back a little before steadying them. He cupped her face and deepened the kiss. He could feel her pulse quickening under his hand.

"God, can't believe you're here," he mumbled against her lips.

It'd be so long since he'd be this intimate with anyone - let alone someone he liked so much. He tried to push back the thoughts of the ticking clock counting their time and the cold industrial feel of the room they were in.

"I'm here... I'm yours," she tangled her fingers in his hair before kissing him again.

Duncan led her to the table, setting her on top of it. He towered above her, his hands on her thighs, slowly inching up her dress. She was everything he imagined and more.

"Open your legs for me," he instructed, parting them open.

He lowered himself until he was face to face with her dripping cunt. Her panties, if they could even be called that - they were a piece of barely-there cloth - were soaked. Duncan pressed her lips to the wet spot on her underwear and kissed it slowly, letting his tongue poke out through his lips and coat them with his saliva as well.

"Taste so sweet," he murmured, pulling her panties aside and putting his tongue on her wet pussy.

He lapped her wetness with his tongue, letting it massage her clit. Sucking and kissing her - watching how every move he made caused a different reaction from her.

Y/N tried to keep quiet, biting down on her lip to stifle her moans.

Duncan peeked up at her, holding in her sounds. He remembered the way the other prisoners hollered at her.

"I wanna hear you, baby. Please," he begged. He kissed along her thighs, "Want everyone in this god damn prison to know you're mine."

Y/N let the sounds she was holding in fall freely.

"Duncan. Duncan..." she called his name over and over getting closer to the sweet relief his tongue promised.

"Cum for me, sweetheart."

Duncan felt her heels digging into his shoulder blades as she trembled, finishing on his lips.

"Good girl," he praised, kissing along her thighs.

Duncan stood up as Y/N watched him with her hands pressed on the table, leaning back slightly to watch him.

"What?" Duncan chuckled, slowly undoing his jumpsuit.

"Just can't stop looking at you! You're real!" she laughed.

"Sure am," he grabbed his shaft, closing the gap between them. "I don't know when we'll be able to see each other.. like this again," he leaned down to kiss her. "Wanna make sure I make you feel good,"

He rubbed the end of his cock against her pussy. "Are you ready?"

"Waited so long," she whined, nodding her head.

Duncan pushed inside her, slowly. Savoring the way he stretched her open.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You're so tight," he panted, feeling her clench around his length.

He focused on the way he snapped his hips into hers, keeping a steady pace trying not to finish before she did.

But it had been so long. It had been a long time coming for this moment.

His head was in the crook of her neck, panting heavily. "Fuck, baby." he sunk his teeth into her soft skin. "Gonna cum," before he could finish his statement, he shot his load into her.

He stayed inside her as he rode out his orgasm.

Flushed Duncan faced her; embarrassed for finishing before he wanted to. "I'm sor-" she stopped him by pulling him in for a hard, deep kiss.

She pushed his hair out of his face, bumping her nose with his, "Nothing to be sorry for."

She had Duncan lay on the floor, using his jumpsuit to hold his head up, and then straddled his waist.

Her silky mini dress was bunched around her hips. Duncan found himself getting hard again as she climbed on top of him.

"Thought about doing this for so long," she kissed him. "Can't tell you how often I touched myself reading your letters... thinking about riding you," she sighed, positioning herself over his cock and sinking down.

She rode his cock, bouncing up and down his length. Her nails dug into his chest as she used it for support. The curve of his cock hitting her core made her eyes roll back with each roll of her hips.

Hot sweaty bodies had the coldness of the room forgotten.

Y/N grabbed Duncan's hands, intertwining their fingers, "Gonna.." she started, her legs shaking as her movement got sloppier.

"Me too," he grunted.

She felt Duncan fill her to the brim for the second time.

After a few moments of stillness, Y/N finally stood up, helping Duncan up with her. Her legs were shaky and Duncan helped her sit down.

She reached into her purse for a rag she brought. Duncan took it from her hand and got on his knees again. He cleaned their cum off her thighs, stopping only to give her small little kisses on her legs.

He heard Y/N sniffle and looked up, concern painted across his face. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Is she regretting it? He thought.

"No! Of course not," she sniffled again, "I just wish... you could come with me. Leave this place with me."

"Oh, baby," he stood up and kissed her forehead. "Soon. I promise," he tilted her chin up to kiss her.

And Y/N knew he meant what he said. Soon they'd be able to be together all the time, but it still broke her heart to leave and have to see him stay behind the metal bars.

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#duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd smut #duncan shepherd angst #duncan shepherd x reader #cody fern #house of cards #hoc #i didnt know who would like to be tagged or not so lmk if i need to make changes to the tl #thank you!!!#submission

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op-peccatori · 3 years

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Blue Jeans | MLQC Shaw (M)

Fandom: Mr Love Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Shaw/Reader

Rating: Explicit/18+/NSFW

Word Count: 831

Summary: One day, you’re going to find out how easily you can get him to beg, with just a flex of your wrist, and then it’s over for him.

Obviously, he can’t wait.

(tags under the cut)

Warnings/Tags: explicit language, blowjob, short & sweet

There’s a new band playing at Live House tonight, one Shaw had picked out himself. They’re decent, the lead singer’s hoarse voice accompanied the swell of the music, echoing off the walls of the building. He hopes he’ll remember more about their performance later.

The screaming cheers of the audience drowns out any sounds in the small bathroom; there’s an incredulous sort of laugh building in his throat, and his head falls back against the tiled wall with a low thump as a soft groan comes out instead. They’re going to ask for feedback on the music later, and he’s going to lie through his teeth. Fan-fucking-tastic, he’ll say, and agree to a gig next week.

He will forever deny the tremble in his fingers as they come to rest on your head, stroking once before sliding down to cup your cheek. He’s certain you make quite the filthy image together; a small, dark bathroom with neon lighting and graffiti on the wall. Him, with his blue jeans pushed hastily down to the middle of his shaky thighs and you–

You look up at him through your lashes, eyes still glazed over as you blink once, twice. Heat sears through his gut, spine aching with pleasure. You swallow around his cock, humming at the bone-deep shudder that travels through his limbs. His hips jerk, helpless, and your eyes flutter shut as you take him deeper, just a little bit more. His mouth falls open as he tries to say something, anything, that won’t give away his ruined state.

There’s a loud knock at the door, more of a banging really, that precedes annoyed yelling.

“You gonna take forever in there? There’s a line out here!”

“Fuck off,” Shaw snaps back, swallowing back a frustrated curse as you pull back, letting his slick length slip out of your mouth. He swears anyway, when your deft fingers glide along the curve of his balls. Sparks come to life on the tips of his fingers, and he clenches them shut.

The sight of your shiny swollen lips, messy hair, and that ridiculous grin has ruined him and he can never let you find out. He can’t deal with how smug you’re sure to be.

“W-well?” you say, hoarsely, struggling to get the words out, which is sort of devastating. He wants to hear it again. He stares dumbly for a moment before it clicks, the reason why you're in here in the first place. It sounds stupid when he thinks about it. He hadn’t meant to challenge you; he says mean things, sometimes because he can be an asshole, and sometimes because he just loves riling you up.

He had meant to flirt with you, because his self-control gets shot around you. That's just one of the facts of his life: Shaw comes from a fucked up family, he’s got a lethal evol, and he wants to–very badly–fuck you until you’re both stupid, shaking messes.

And then, just a few drinks in, you had sucked on his fingers, gaze molten, and turned his world upside down.

He can’t really tell if it backfired this time. After all, it’s got your hands wrapped around him, pumping him steadily, damning you both. He wants to do this again, and again, his cock in your mouth and inside you if you let him. He barely got to kiss you for more than a few minutes before you pushed him up against the wall and dropped to your knees. He wants to run his hands all over you, scrape his teeth over the delicate skin of your throat, grind against the centre of you with the desperate lust sparking through his blood. He wants to fuck every moment he gets, wants to see you shake as he strokes you to completion.

He can’t help coveting when it comes to you, and he’s sick with it.

Shaw wracks his brain, trying to think of something to say. All he manages is a breathy moan, clutching at your head when you drag the flat of your tongue up the side of his flushed cock, an encouraging warning.

“Yeah. I was wrong,” he murmurs. This is not a battle he can or even wants to win. Your lips quirk up, parting to take him in again. “So fucking wrong. You gonna let me come, kitten?”

Please, he thinks. Please. I will give you anything you want, I’ll beg–

“Mm, maybe,” you laugh, eyes sliding shut as the wet heat of your mouth closes around his length. You’re no less, he thinks right before the ability to form thoughts slips through his grasp again. He knows, just as you do, that neither of you are going anywhere until you get a mouthful of his come and doom him to a life of craving you. One day, you’re going to find out how easily you can get him to beg, with just a flex of your wrist, and then it’s over for him.

Obviously, he can’t wait.

so it's been h*rny for Shaw hours over here, fun times. also wrote this very quickly so it's not quite...edited lol

#mlqc #mlqc shaw #mlqc ling xiao #mlqc fanfic #mr love queen's choice #love and producer

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onlyfansdotcomslashshawnmendes · 3 years

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Start of Something Great

hi i haven’t written anything in a HOT minute. But I really have been sitting on that ask about sneaking around with Shawn for a hot minute too. So here it is, cheating..with Shawn. Which of course we don’t condone here but, some good angst, and Shawn being a lil cocky hot jock, cool right? NSFW/ Smut / Jock Shawn/ Cheating with Shawn / Car sex / gratuitous oral scenes / Impatient h*rny Shawn /vague college boy style daddy kink / Angsty /Catching feelings /undescribed femme character because fuck non-inclusive descriptions✨ / 3.5k words

“Crush, who's got a crush?” Turn off the car. Look around. “I like the way you blush.” Get out, lock the car. Walk across the parking lot, head down. “I like the way you bite.” Get into his car, the backseat. Head still down. Cheeks hot. “Touch, each time we touch,” He gets out, a smirk painted on pink lips. “I wanna take too much.” Steal a glance, clouds of breath, long fingers reaching for the door. “Keep me up all night” The door pulls open, he slips into the backseat as well. The door locks “I wanna scratch your surface.” Lips crushed together, teeth almost clashing at the simple eagerness of it. “I wanna feel your groove.” Her cold fingertips pulled at clothes, pushing off jackets and scratching his pale skin. “I wanna be your needle.” The windows of the car were already fogging up in the cold Toronto air, body heat raising the temperature of the car. “I wanna lick your wound.” His lips found her neck, warm kisses sticking to her skin. She could feel the cold steel of his earring brush her cheek. “You wanna play with fire?” Her fingers ran up his neck, tangling into brown curls, pulling already. “Stick and poke tattoo?” Teeth. She felt his teeth against her neck, “Easy,” she whispered. “Sorry, I missed you,” he murmured as those teeth found her ear. “You wanna play, my new girl?” Her hand ran under his shirt, fingertips tracing the outline of hard muscles. “I wanna play with you.” Her fingertips ran lower, brushing over his belt. “Is this your sex playlist or something?” she asked with a laugh. He paused, pulling back and glancing at the front of his car, “No,” he said before looking back at her, “Are you listening to the music right now? I’m almost insulted. ” he said before pushing her jacket off, pushing her shirt up. Almost as soon as he did, he pushed her bra up as well, humming as her breasts fell out the bottom. “No I just..” she started, but she was cut short as his lips found her chest. “God you have…such nice fucking tits,” he whispered. Calloused hands cupped her breasts, massaging and kneading her tender skin as his lips moved over her. His tongue teased her nipples, hardening them in the cool air. “Shawn…” she breathed his name, wrapping her arms around his head as his lips worked over her. She wanted to pull her shirt all the way off, the only thing stopping her was… Well, the simple fact they were in a parking lot. There were no cars around them, but she was still nervous. Her fingers combed through his curls as he sucked at her chest, almost playing with them. “Do you want me to eat your pussy?” It caught her off guard, she’d barely noticed he’d stopped. “I uh…” and she glanced around. “What?” Shawn asked, sitting back up straight, “You said your lunch break was an hour, we have time.” She shook her head, “No I just, we’ve never done that before, like a car..” her voice was soft. “You’ve never done it before maybe,” he said laughing, shrugging some, “You’re the one who didn’t want to come back to my dorm.” He said and she nodded, “No I know, I just, what if someone sees?” she asked. “Who?” Shawn asked, tapping his finger on the window covers on his back windows. Of course the front was still open, but the back was rather closed off on the sides. “The dude leering in my windshield? Back or front?” he asked smirking some. For a moment, she thought about the window covers, how often did he do this..with who else. So much so he’d bought those? “Right, sorry, I’m just..nervous.” she whispered. Shawn shrugged then, taking his discarded jacket, and hanging it in front of his back window. He took hers then, hanging each side at the safety handles in the front seat, making a making shift sort of partition, “Better?” She nodded, but then reached in closer to him, kissing his lips harder this time. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, letting her fingers play in those curls again. “…Tell your boys it’s going down.” He broke those kisses, and he moved, a bit awkwardly but then shifting to ‘stand’ in front of her. “We in the zone now, don't stop.” Bent over, he pulled her leggings down and off, setting them on the car seat beside her. “You can keep your hands on me, touch me right there, rock my body.” Moments later, her panties followed as he moved to his knees on the floorboard. “I can't keep my hands off you, your body is my party.” His hands spread her legs wide, pushing them up so her shoes rested on his car seat. “I'm doing this little dance for you.” His lips were instantly moving up her inner thighs, not even giving her a moment to feel exposed. “You got me so excited.” No that came after, as his tongue dragged up her slit. “Now it's just me on you” His tongue found her clit, teasing it, drawing circles and flickering there. “Your body's my party, let's get it started.” Her mouth fell open in soft moans as her fingers tangled once more into his hair. “Boy, you should know that your love is always on my mind.” His tongue dragged lower, and she gasped, feeling it push into her. He pushed it deep, his face tight against her. She could feel his breath hot, through his nose against her clit. “I'm not gonna fight it, I want it all the time.” His tongue kept working into her, pumping over and over. His eyes shut tight. “Boy you should know that your love is always on my mind.” She was getting …way too close, way too fast, and on the verge of telling him. But finally, his lips pulled back from her. Relief. “I can't it deny it, I want you, I want you.” Her eyes watched the way his jaw got tight, cheeks hollowing as he leaned in to spit against her pussy. God, he was so dirty. “This…has to be a sex playlist,” she almost laughed. His brown eyes flickered up as two fingers pressed together dragged up and down her slit, like spreading his saliva. He took a moment to push his fingers half into her, and leaning up, spitting a long string of saliva onto his fingers. “Now I am insulted,” he said in a low voice as he pushed those fingers deep into her. Immediately they pushed up, and they made her gasp, her hips jerked forward. It was so sticky…as if she’d needed that spit at all. “You’re…demonic Mendes,” she panted those words as his free hand pushed his hair out of his face. “I love it when you talk dirty to me baby,” he purred. His fingers worked into her, and she clenched around them so tightly she thought he’d stop moving them. Her hips almost pushed forward to each movement for more friction, and she cursed herself for it. Soon, his head leaned back down, and she felt his lips on her again. He tilted his head to the side, curls falling on her thigh as he worked her clit. His lips gave kisses, tongue teasing and circling, and he’d suck softly in between all of it. Even so, his fingers were relentless, and she was sure she was soaking his car seat now. “Shawn…” she moaned, her body arching as her hands pulled his hair tight. “Shawn you’re going to make me cum...” her voice was almost a broken sob at this point, and her words only served to make him moan against her skin. His fingers didn’t stop, if anything they got faster, and his lips and tongue worked hungrily. “Sh-awn..” she almost choked his name as she pleaded. But soon her hips lifted entirely off of the seat, grinding up against his face as she reached her orgasm. She clenched so tightly against his fingers. One of her hands shot to her mouth covering it so she wouldn’t scream. But she still gave broken dry sobs as she rode out that high. The whole time she rode it out, Shawn peppered soft kisses over her, working fingers into her, making her whimper and whine. Finally, as her hands pushed him back, he did pull back, looking up at her with a soft grin on his lips, “Good?” he asked. She gave a shy nod as he leaned in, kissing her lips hard. While he kissed her, he slowly moved up, sitting back on the seat beside her. She slipped her legs back down into a normal sitting position, glancing over at him and hoping he didn’t notice she was already shaking. She swore she could feel her heartbeat in her pussy right now. But her eyes were locked on his hands, undoing his belt, and he pushed his jeans down. No underwear. As his jeans reached his thighs, his cock popped free, and she couldn’t help but watch it bounce in place. He was such a stereotype and she wondered if he knew it. “Well, are you going to stare at it or are you going to suck it?” his voice woke her up from that thought and she almost jumped. She had to stop herself from apologizing, but she nodded, leaning over to him. She stayed on the seat, almost turning sideways, and leaning down on one elbow. Her free hand wrapped around his cock and slowly tugged it as she pushed soft full lipped kisses over his skin. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, and she dragged her lips along the length. Up, then down, her tongue slipping between parted lips. Her eyes were closed but she heard him groan, felt his legs spread, his long fingers tangling into her hair. She felt a sort of stern tug, almost pulling her head up as he slipped forward in the seat. “Stop teasing..” he whispered as her tongue trailed over the tip of his cock. She smiled just a bit, dragging the tip of her tongue over the slit there. He inhaled so deeply that she heard his breathing shake while he did. “I swear to fucking god,” he panted. She couldn’t help but giggle, “You have such a nice cock Shawn,” she whispered against his skin, giving the very tip soft kisses, “It’s so big, and so hard for me…so pretty and pink.” She swore she could hear him grit his teeth as she stuck out her tongue and tapped his cock against it. “Please,” he finally whispered through his teeth. “Put it in your mouth.” Another giggle from her and she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around him. Shawn breathed a sigh of relief, his fingers loosening in her hair as his fingertips rubbed her scalp now. “Fuck,” he groaned in a breathy sigh. His eyes closed as his head fell back, his mouth falling open as her mouth worked him. “You’re such a good girl…” he half muttered. She hummed against his cock in her mouth, pushing it back into her throat as far as she could for him, even gagging against him some. Something deep inside of her chest just pushed her to please him, to make sure he kept answering those texts from her. The ones where she asked him to meet her at a random parking lot…between his classes, on her lunchbreak. It was once a week, Tuesday, she didn’t have classes, she worked in the library at the college they attended. So they’d meet here. He’d asked her before to get dinner, to go on a real date with him. She’d politely declined, and despite the fact he didn’t seem hurt, he’d jokingly called her ‘Tuesday’ the next week. She couldn’t help but wonder if there were others… a Monday, maybe even more. She didn’t like the idea of there being others, even if she felt she didn’t have a right to that. Each time she bobbed her head down, she felt his stomach clench, his cock twitching against her lips. He gave low groans with each movement, until finally his hand pushed her shoulder gently. “Up,” he said softly, letting her sit up straight. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and just glanced to him. But as soon as she did, he kissed her hard, his hand resting on her jaw and pulling her closer. Once more he was moving in front of her. This time he moved her, pushing her into the corner of his car, pushing her legs apart. He put one on the seat, and one he moved so the heel of her foot rested on the arm rest of his car door. He moved one of his knees down, resting it on the car, and sort of crouching to move in front of her. “You know I’m never going to forgive you for not just letting me get a hotel for us.” He said reaching forward into his car’s center console. “A hotel for fifteen minutes Shawn?” she asked watching him pull back a condom. “Mhn, yeah a hotel for fifteen minutes, it would be better than my back hurting for the next two days.” He said as he opened the condom and pulled it on. “Your back?” she asked with a giggle, playfully wrapping her arm around his neck. “You know this position, in this car, and your dick are NOT friends. I’m going to spend the rest of the week sitting funny,” she said leaning up to kiss his lips once. “Maybe, but you keep coming back don’t you?” he asked, pushing himself up into her now. She gasped, feeling that familiar dull ache in her stomach. Sure, he was big, but it wasn’t insane or anything. Nothing she couldn’t handle normally. But the way this position scrunched her up, her legs wide, exposing her to as deep as he could get. And the way he jackhammered into her in that position, all of it did leave her rather sore. But he was right, she did keep coming back. Because truthfully, even in spite of all of that, he was good. Better than most, and even better than her boyfriend. “Fuck, Shawn,” her voice was a whine as he began to thrust into her already. Her free hand rested on his back, clawing at him through his shirt. Almost as soon as she did that, he pulled back a little, balancing, pausing for a moment, taking off his shirt. “I love those nails.” he purred. And he rebalanced himself once more, going back to thrusting into her at a steady pace. She made constant whimpers and whines, the way he did thrust into her was sinful. It had her bouncing in place and she just knew the car was rocking from the outside if anyone was watching. “Shawn..” she whined again, as he leaned in, kissing at her jaw, at her neck. He was careful this time, no teeth, no nips despite the fact that her nails were drawing blood on his back. “You miss that big cock baby?” he purred against her jaw, “You miss how it fucks you, huh?” he panted. She nodded, and he felt it against his chest, “Yes,” her voice sounded like she was begging. “Yes what?” he asked, pushing an extra deep thrust into her. “Yes daddy!” that came out as a dry sob. “Good girl, tell me nobody fucks you like I do.” Shawn whispered against her jaw. “Tell me nobody fucks that pussy like I do. Tell me that’s why you keep coming back.” his voice was low, almost starving really. She couldn’t help but whimper, making soft sobbing noises. He was so deep already, she swore she could feel him in the back of her throat. “N..nobody..fucks it like you do daddy,” she panted. Now both of her arms wrapped around his torso as she dug her nails into his shoulders. “What else.” his words sounded like velvet even as he panted him. “Why do you keep coming back, hm? Tell me. Make that big cock cum.” Her whimpers got louder now, she wrapped one leg around his waist, almost just because she needed something to hold onto. “B-bec-because...of that c-cock...daddy!” she whined, her voice shaking some just because of the way he was relentless with her. “Shawn, easy.” she breathed against his neck, “Please,” her words were almost shaking. It was too much for her, he was rough often, sure. He was hungry, but this time he seemed... desperate. When she told him to be easy though, Shawn slowed down a good amount. He didn’t slam into her, he didn’t make her bounce against the seat. He was deep still, hungry, but he rolled his hips up against hers, pushing into her as he kissed her throat. She could hear him giving soft almost growls against her jaw, but her breathing was only beginning to somewhat regulate. “Shawn..” she panted, one hand still on his back, one hand rubbing his curls. “You’re horny today, huh?” her voice was an exhausted kind of laugh. But Shawn didn’t seem to notice, “It’s been a rough week.” he said, taking one hand and using it as leverage to hold himself up. The other hand moved between her thighs, massaging her clit. His fingers were short fast little circles as he kept pushing up into her like that. “Mhn, you expect me to beli....oh..fuck that feels good,” she whined at his fingers. “You expect me to believe you haven’t got your dick wet since last Tuesday?” she said it disbelieving, even though she couldn’t help but wish it were true... even if that wasn’t their relationship. “I don’t care what you believe. Can we stop talking about personal shit right now?” he asked before kissing her hard. He kissed her the way he’d been fucking her. Like he wanted to knock the breath out of her, like he couldn’t get enough. His lips crushed to hers, his cock pushed deep into her each time, slow and intense. His fingers kept working that sweet little button, and she could feel warmth building in her core. The more focused his thrusts got, the more intsense that seemed to feel. Oh no..oh no no no. Not here, not in his car. Not in his Jeep. Not..with him. It was already him, he was so cocky, he was so good. This wasn’t going to be the first time she squirted with a boy. Her fingertips pressed his stomach, not hard, just a feeble half hearted attempt to stop him. “Shawn,” she whined into the kiss. “Cum,” he panted against hers. He knew her, he knew the whimpers and noises she made right before it hit. He knew the way her pussy clenched on him, over and over, squeezing his cock so tight he was ..honestly scared he’d lose the condom sometimes. An irrational fear, but it crossed his mind. She was squirming under him, like she always did, like she wanted to get away before it was too late. All at once, it crashed into her. Warmth flooded between her legs, she could /feel/ the gushing. Her cheeks were burning hot, on fire as her hips jerked. She swore she was screaming, but she must not have been, or he didn’t mind because he didn’t stop her. His lips were on her neck, his fingertips still massaging her clit as he kept rolling his hips into her. He kept at it until she’d ridden it out, her hips jerking up at the sensitivity. Once she reached that point though her nails stopped clawing at him and instead began pushing him away. At the little pushes she gave and her whines, he slowly pulled back. She glanced between them, she couldn’t remember feeling him cum exactly, but she did see the condom full. He sort of ‘fell’ beside her in the car seat, panting softly. He pulled the condom off, cracking his door and dropping it on the parking lot pavement as cold air rushed in. Quickly, he shut the door, and she scolded him. “Oh Shawn, fuck come on!” she groaned. “That’s..so gross, don’t be that guy.” she whined. “I am that guy.” he said looking over at her in a tired way, and sighing softly despite smiling as he did. For a moment she just glared at him, before finally speaking, “When did you cum...at the end or?” Shawn shook his head, “Mhn, no, almost as soon as I put it in.” he said, and she blinked in shock. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, only getting a shrug as a response. She wondered if he was shy, or it really had just been a week. “Do you want to smoke?” he asked after a moment, “Like split one before you go back to work?” She laughed, glancing over back him, and slowly putting her legs straight in front of her. “You want me to go back to work high?” she asked, once more, he just shrugged. There was a moment of silence as she shakily picked up her panties, starting to put them back on. She stopped mid-thigh, sort of glancing at the moisture between her legs, “Do you have a uh..” but as she looked up, Shawn was handing her a pile of napkins. She gave a soft ‘oh thank you’ taking the napkins and beginning to wipe up with them. But midway through she laughed some, “Panera?” she asked holding up a napkin to him. “Do you prefer Dominos?” he asked shrugging. “You know your fast food napkins though, I like that in a girl.” he teased. Before just kind of sitting up a bit straighter, looking over at her. “Do you uh, you don’t wanna go again?” he asked, watching her pull up her panties now. “When have we ever gone twice in your car?” she asked with a soft laugh. Shawn shrugged, but started fixing his own jeans then. That..really was all she was getting out of him today, huh. “Are you trying to keep me here?” she asked playfully, giving a little giggle as she kept redressing. Honestly, she was just a bit pleased with herself for keeping her trembling legs still. Another shrug from Shawn. But finally he answered, “I don’t know I’m just not feeling class today.” It was a feeble excuse but who was she to argue it. She took her jacket down where he’d pinned it above the seats and their veil was lifted, it was lighter in the car. But still, cold, snow lingering on the parking lot ground. Almost on cue of her taking her jacket, her phone was ringing. Instinctively she reached in her jacket pocket, taking it out and looking at the screen. Shawn did his best to subtly glance at the screen, but he didn’t have to. “Sorry, I should..” she said holding up her phone to him. Another damn shrug. As soon as her hand touched the door, Shawn spoke. “You still haven’t broken up with him yet?” he asked looking over at her. For a moment she was quiet, “For...what Shawn?” she asked, turning back in her seat to face him. “If I recall, you had a girlfriend the first time we..” she trailed off then, bracing herself for another shrug. “Yeah but I left her.” he said, there was the shrug, just after this time. “Are you expecting me to believe it was for me?” she asked, her tone a bit coy, “Is that what you’re insinuating, Mendes?” her phone had stopped ringing now. And she felt the buzz of a voicemail notification. He shook his head, rolling his eyes some, she could she a smirk on his lips even if he did turn his head. “I’m just saying that it was the right thing to do. To break up with her. Not keep cheating on her. I don’t have to like..be a stereotype of every single negative college jock in a movie, you know? I can be nice.” he said kind of giving her a smile, “I think I’m nice.” She didn’t really have an answer to that. Or well she did, her first instinct was to prove him wrong. To mention how she knew he was only passing his classes because he slept with his tutors. Or because the coaches had begged his teachers to pass him so he could keep winning the school’s hockey games. She wanted to mention how she’d seen him deck at least 3 guys in bars since they’d started school. How he walked around campus like he was a god and everyone just went with it. How maybe she wasn’t being a good girlfriend but he wasn’t the good guy in this whole equation either. She knew she wasn’t being a good girlfriend. But how dare he call her out on that. “Actually Shawn, I’m pretty sure walking up to a girl in the circle of her friends at a party...with your beer in hand. And then minutes later using the ‘well your boyfriend isn’t here is he’ line on her, before dragging her into a bedroom... I’m pretty sure that is THE negative movie jock stereotype, so you’re missing the key points.” she said pulling on her jacket. “Oh fuck you that’s not fair,” he sighed, “I made sure you were sober,” he said in a quiet voice. But now she was getting out, jacket secure and grabbing phone and keys from her jacket pocket. “Hey,” he reached out, grabbing her jacket sleeve gently, almost like a child, pulling at his mother. “See you next week?” he asked. She saw something in his eyes, and she didn’t know what it was, or for sure she’d ever seen it on him before. So, she just nodded to him. He tugged her a bit closer then, “Kiss me.” he said in a quiet voice. She gave a soft sigh, but leaned in closer as he cupped her cheek and kissed her lips in a soft sticky way. Their lips stuck together in the cool air, the crack in her door already dropping the car temperature. “Do you remember what you told me the first time you fucked me?” she asked against his lips. “This could be the start of something great,” he said nipping at her bottom lip. “Mhn, almost,” she added, “’This could be the start of something great, as long as you don’t fall in love with me.’ That’s what you said,” she said against his lips, “So I didn’t.” she added before giving him one more peck as she saw his jaw clench. She turned to get out then, only hearing Shawn give her a soft ‘be safe, text me once you get back, the roads are gross’ before she closed the door. She got walked back to her car, the wind already burning her cheeks, and she didn’t look back. She didn’t want to see him right now, even if it was just him getting back in his driver’s seat.

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