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firstly, thank you for the gift of your writing - you’re very talented :) ♥️ could i request a super rough daryl smut with a fluffy ending? lots of slapping n humiliation plsss !! 😁

Nothing Compares

Paring: Daryl Dixon x female reader

Era: Season Four

Summary: Daryl releases all of his pent up sexual frustration upon you after not being alone with you for weeks

Warnings: Smut, swearing, domination, female masturbation, slapping, degradation, and humiliation

Word count: 9,434

(Btw, thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoy my writing, I always put a lot of effort into my writing so I'm happy so many people seem to like it :) Also, I don't really feel like this is my best work but I still hope you enjoy it)

As you laid upon you and Daryl's shared bed, you wondered to yourself how you could have possibly gotten yourself into this situation; you had a loving boyfriend, one who enjoyed to touch you and please you, and God, was he good at it, but here you were with your own hand stuffed lazily down your pants with your eyes pinched shut, day dreaming about the male.

Your dignified boyfriend was often gone during the day, usually participating in some sort of supply run, often absent for hours, or even days, on end as he collected contribution for the large prison group that had formed. Although you were proud of the male, happy to see him return safe and fulfilled at the end of every adventure, this still left you alone and yearning for him. When he wasn't on some sort of mission, he was hunting, brining home a large animal for the group to feast upon, and when he wasn't stalking some sort of critter, he was helping Rick or other civilians, and when he wasn't assisting others, he was exhausted, sleeping deeply within the comfort of your shared bed, which left seemingly no time for the two of you to share with one another.

At that moment, Daryl was taking part in a supply run with Glenn, Sasha, and whoever else decided to accompany them that day, when you found yourself with one arm draped over your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers, and the other cascaded down your body, your hand placed uncomfortably within the depths of your jeans.

You had laid a sloppy kiss upon the rugged males cheek before he departed, observing as the sun glistened upon his sweat glazed skin, his muscles bulging underneath the pressure he applied to them as he pulled himself upon his motorcycle. His hair was laced with perspiration, sticking to his forehead due to the extremely warm sun rays beating down upon the prison, heat that was causing his flesh to turn a slight pinkish color.

The view immediately sent you spiraling; his tense biceps, throbbing upon his arms as he gripped the bikes handlebars, an action that caused his muscles to pulse beneath his glimmering skin once more. The way he tossed his hair from his vision, jerking his head to the side to affectively rid of the locks. And finally, the way he had placed himself upon the motorcycle, arms outstretched as he grasped at he vehicles handlebars, shoulder blades grinding together beneath his vest as he straddled the leather seat.

Images of the male placed underneath the hot and simmering sun flashed through your mind as your fingers circled your clit, struggling underneath the confines of your tight jeans as you imagined the way his muscles moved like the tide or how good he looked with a cigarette placed between his lips, smoke bellowing around his head like some type of halo. Your body yearned for any sort of relief, practically touch deprived as you pleasured yourself.

Daryl and you hadn't had a moment of privacy together in about two weeks, which was setting a new record for the two of you as you used to fuck like wild animals at least every other day. The male was always busy with some sort of task, wether it be helping other group members or simply tuning up his motorcycle so it would be up and ready for the next journey. He was always tangled up in some sort of chore.

You deeply desired the hunter with every bone within your body, you wanted to feel his rough hands upon your skin as he fucked you senseless. No, want was an understatement, you needed to feel his calloused fingers laced in between the stands of your hair as he thrusted down your throat, every grind of his hips causing tears to roll down your flustered cheeks.

You brought your hand down to your yearning entrance, stuffing three of your fingers into your crotch to simply mimic only two of Daryl's, an action that caused you to let out a strangled moan, a vulgar noise caught within the burning flesh of your arm. You rolled your hips down upon your digits, chasing the small hint of pleasure that had erupted inside the depths of your abdomen.

But nothing ever seemed to feel as good as Daryl.

You let out a frustrated groan as you brought your fingers back up to your clit, circling it once more, but with much more fervor than before: You applied more pressure upon the bundle of nerves, your fingers revolving around your crotch in small, tight movements, squeezing your eyes shut as you mewled into the flesh of your upper arm, images of Daryl holding your frame into the mattress as he rutted into you appearing within your imagination.

God, you desperately needed to cum but nothing ever seemed to work.

"What er ya doin?"

The sudden noise echoing through your cell caused you to flinch; your heart began racing, rattling against your rib cage as your eyes flew open, irises growing wide as they darted around the room, quickly examining the area surrounding you in the hopes of solving the mystery of who had just rudely interrupted you. Your hand flew from the confines of your pants, landing upon your exposed torso as a heat began radiating into the fat of your arm, your face turning a deep shade of red as your frantic eyes continued to search the room for who could have possibly been disrupting you.

When your weary eyes finally landed upon Daryl, a smug look drawn across his face as he stood within the doorframe, the intense pounding of your heart began to simmer down.

The male was supporting a slight smirk that was beginning to inch across his lips, he had his arms crossed as he leaned against the cell door, fingers grasping at the exposed flesh of his upper limbs as the sheet hanging behind him settled within the wind. He licked his lips as you perceived him: His stance was dominant yet relaxed, the waist of his jeans was pulled taunt against his body, a very prominent bulge placed within the confines of his pants, which caused you to wonder just how long he had actually be standing there, watching you, listening to you, waiting for you.

His position caused a shock of fear, yet excitement, to electrify your body, a sensation that was completely thrilling. Your eyes practically ate up his posture, his ascendant stance causing your core to grow wetter, your entrance to clench around nothing, and your mind to go crazy. He looked absolutely sultry, your eyes began to devour him as you engraved the moment within your mind, all you wanted to do was jump up from your position upon the bed and fuck him senseless. But you knew better.

You both knew what was about to unfold between the two of you.

His eyes were pinched into small, observant slits as his pupils traveled across the landscape of your body; you watched as his vision traced your head, examining the flustered features that were visible upon your face: Your wide, trembling eyes, warm and crimson skin, and raised eyebrows. His vision scanned your hair, the way your locks were pooling upon the bed, surrounding your figure like a Van Gogh painting as your chest heaved. The rapid movements caused Daryl's eyes to dart down your body, resting upon your exposed torso. Your shirt had been yanked up your figure, just enough for you to shove your hand down your pants, an action that gave the male the ability to descry your stomach as it raised and fell at a swift pace. Your skin was a light red, a reaction to your ignored arousal as your hand drew small images upon the flesh of your abdomen, your v-line disappearing promptly within the depths of your trousers.

Daryl could feel himself growing painfully hard at the position in which you had placed yourself upon the bed; you looked absolutely breath taking, like a mythical being he had unknowingly stumbled across as your body trembled.

The male had also been depraved of your sweet and delicate touch, yearning for your body as his own hands could never seem to do it for him anymore. He had been growing erect at random moments, his member becoming hard as he leaned across his bike, the warmth of the vehicle transmitting through his jeans as he fought against the overpowering urge to rut himself against the object. Or, he would randomly stiffen within the confines of his pants while on supply runs, unable to relieve himself in such a populated situation so he would just have to manage with the aching boner concealed within his jeans.

Although it was just your boyfriend, a flustered heat continued to spread across the vast land of your face as his observant eyes appeared to be tracing your entire being. You were becoming extremely nervous underneath his unfaltering gaze, embarrassed as he watched you, his eyes burning holes upon your body.

Doubtful thoughts suddenly began rushing through your head: What if he was angry or disappointed in you? What if he was judging you or disgusted with you? But, this was your Daryl you were thinking about, and if you had actually taken a moment to think about the entire situation, you would have eventually come to the correct conclusion that no, he wasn't angry or disgusted, instead, he was overcome with a feeling of deep desire and he was about to fuck you until you couldn't walk properly.

You slowly removed the arm placed upon your face, mustering up the small amount of courage left within your flustered body as you dropped your limb upon the mattress, an action that caused the bed frame to slightly rattle.

"I-I," you paused, stumbling over your sentence as you had troubles explaining yourself "Daryl, uhm, well-"

"Stand up." He interrupted your mindless dribble, his voice cold and blunt.

His sudden words caused your heart to skip a beat, your eyes quickly scanning his face for any sign of anger as he took a large step towards you: His features were blank, eyes void of any emotion as he loomed over you, his body casting a large shadow upon the bed as his frame contradicted the glow being illuminated from the small lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. His tone was plain-spoken and a bit eery, the sound of his voice insinuated not any specific emotion, just monotone and direct. His vocalization caused a sinking feeling to quickly appear within the depths of your gut.

Your heart was pounding so intensely that you were sure the hunter could hear it as you quickly followed his vague orders, pulling yourself up upon your elbows, the rough fabric of the comforter scraping against your skin before you rose to your exposed feet. The sudden movements caused your legs to grow weak as the male peered down upon you, limbs shaking as your eyes locked. Your mind grew hazy, vision turning fuzzy as his dull eyes connected with your own, your body growing weak under his scrutinizing gaze.

The room had grown an unsettling aura, the tension thick as the archer took a seat upon the messy bed, the furniture creaking below his weight as he settled upon the mattress. The blankets pooled around his frame as he leaned back upon his forearms, eyes scanning your quivering figure as you stood awkwardly in front of him, feet cold against the concrete flooring.

The freezing ground sent a wave of crisp air up your legs, spreading across your thighs before dying out upon your waist. You struggled to fight the urge to fend off the chill, trying your best not to begin to dance from one foot to another, instead, you just allowed goosebumps to spread across your body, small lumps littering your skin as you uncomfortably waited for Daryl to speak once more.

"Strip." He said, simply.

Your breath caught within the back of your throat due to his request, face burning hot as he gazed upon you, waiting impatiently for you to heed to his commands.

You knew not to argue with the male, you had grown to understand that he would just simply punish you if you objected. He would discipline you until you were a sobbing and overstimulated mess sprawled out upon his lap, begging for him to have mercy on you. So you just simply obeyed his orders.

Your hands began to venture up your body, gliding up your thighs and tickling the skin across your torso before your fingers found the hem of your shirt. Your digits dug at the thin fabric of your worn top before your palms wrapped themselves around the circumference of your shirt. Your began to slowly drag the article of clothing up your body, hoping you didn't pass out from embarrassment right there upon the cold, cell floor as you revealed your toned chest to the male. You felt the cloth slide across your stomach, over the curves of your clothed breasts, and up your neck before you pulled the shirt above your head, Daryl shakily exhaling from below you as you did so.

The male had seen your body about a thousand times, he had made you strip from him multiple times, and he observed you as you stood embarrassed and exposed numerous amount of times, but your appearance never seemed to thrill him any less; your figure always seemed to excite him, his cock growing painfully hard as you exposed yourself to him, his mind overflowing with a deep feeling of desire and lust whenever he laid his eyes upon you.

You could feel his irises upon your figure as his vision glided across the curves of your abdomen, tracing over your flushed waist, gazing at your perfect torso, skimming across your trembling shoulders, eyeing your exposed collarbones, and finally, his eyes landed upon your clothed breasts. A twinge of pleasure shot through his length as he observed your boobs, adoring the way they bounced and jiggled as they fell from the restraint of your shirt.

Your eyes momentarily landed upon the hunter, observing him as he sat across from you, searching his features for any sign of disapproval or disgust. You were expecting to see his eyebrows furrowed, his blue orbs overcome by a look of pure anger, and for his lips to be drawn into a thin, confused line. But instead, you were met by a man absolutely lust struck:

There was a small grin drawn across his mouth, his bottom lip pulled taunt between the top row of his teeth as his right hand rested upon the bulge throbbing beneath his legs. His eyes were dark, hungry as they observed your body, waiting for you to remove another piece of cloth from your figure. He was watching you like some sort of porno, desperate and craving for another section of your frame to be revealed to him as he lightly palmed his restricted erection.

Your head fell to the side as your shirt slipped from your grasp, sliding from your palm as you let out a small breath. The top floated to the floor as your fingers danced across your sides, face lolling upon your shoulder as you grew too embarrassed to espy him much longer. You could feel the brown haired male's eyes glued to your hands as you brought your digits up to the clasp of your bra, fidgeting with the lock as your face burned, the heat traveling down your nape.

The male let out a low groan as you finally unlatched the hooks of your bra, the article of clothing slowly sliding down your arms, caressing your horripilation effected skin before the cups clattered upon the stone floor.

You held your eyes shut, squeezing your eyelids together as you paused momentarily, conjuring up the nerve to continue, your legs growing weak as your mind grew crazy under the immense amount of pressure. You and Daryl had been together for a long while at that point, maybe a couple months or so, and he had treated you with the up most respect: He never made you uncomfortable, self-conscious, or fearful, he had always had a positive effect upon you, causing you to feel amazing, worthy, and he had even caused your ego to inflate over time. But, he still had some sort of dominating hold upon you in the bedroom: He made you feel humiliated, but in the best way possible; he made a wave of embarrassment wash over you, a collision that was laced with excitement, the thrill of his cock soon to be slamming into you always made the experience so enthralling.

"Look at me." He said, his voice loud, echoing around the dingy room.

Your heart sank into your stomach at his words, butterflies appearing within the depths of your abdomen. His voice was sudden and stern, his strong tone caused a slight feeling of unsettlement to grow within the depths of your gut. Had you done something wrong? Had you upset him?

"I said look at me, girl." He spat once more.

Too afraid to dismiss his orders, knowing that he would become angry with you if you did so, taking out his frustration upon your pussy, you did as you were told, your eyes slowly falling open as your neck rotated. Your head suddenly felt ten times heavier upon your shoulders, a sensation that caused your neck to struggled beneath the weight of your spinning head as your eyes rolled upon the male.

Daryl had his legs spread as he leaned back upon his forearms, his cock still pressing harshly against the fabric of his jeans, pleading to be released from the restricting clothing as he watched you. He struggled with not allowing his hand to force itself into the depths of his pants and begin to pleasure himself as he observed the show you were putting on for him. His hair was dangling in front of his face, an action that caused a shadow to be casted upon his eyes as a smile pulled at the corners of his lips. He shifted within his spot upon the mattress, satisfaction washing over him as he watched you submit to his orders, waiting for you to continue once more.

You swallowed the knot within your throat, eyes stinging as your vision stayed glued to the male's, doing your best to calm the plaguing nerves that were currently causing your legs to tremble from beneath you. Your hands began to slide down your body, once again dancing down your smooth sides and skimming across your warm stomach before landing upon the waistband of your pants.

Due to the fact that your zipper had already been pulled down and the button of your jeans had previously been tugged undone due to your prior actions, you skipped straight to pushing your bottoms down your legs. The rough fabric pulled at the soft skin upon your thighs, scraping at the inside of your legs as you forced them down your limbs until you were able to shimmy out of the cloth and kick it briskly off to the side of the room, landing beside your shirt and bra.

The archer licked his lips impatiently as he yearned for you to rid of the last piece of cloth, the article of clothing that was covering the part of you he desired the most. His hands began to shake with anticipation as his cock practically begged to be stuffed deep within your wet walls, twitching within the confines of his pants, pulsing against the stitching of his jeans at the mere thought of getting to fuck you.

You remained within the bliss of your underwear for a moment longer, enjoying the comfortable sensation before you were to inevitably remove the last piece of clothing, allowing Daryl to go feral upon your body.

Once you were satisfied with the duration you had unknowingly made the male wait, you slowly began to push your underwear down your thighs. Your dripping cunt was exposed to both the crisp cell air and the impatient redneck as you ripped your garments down to the floor, the cloth pooling around your ankles.

The entire experience had caused you to grow extremely wet, your cunt immensely sensitive, clit throbbing due to the long over due fuck session that was about to ensue. You liked the feeling of Daryl's eyes upon you, his harsh gaze causing a shiver to crawl up your spine, an utterly confusing pleasurable mix of humiliation and embarrassment coursing through your veins as you stood totally exposed to the male. While he remained entirely dressed.

Your eyes darted across the hunter's face, still obeying his orders to "look at him" as you stood awkwardly in front of him; you observed the way he watched you, a look of pure desperation and hunger resided deep within his lust blown pupils as his eyes scanned your body.

Daryl absolutely adored your figure: He loved the indent your torso left upon your waist, he was attracted to the meat of your legs, the way the fat of your thighs jiggled when he pounded into you, he liked the soft skin placed upon your stomach, a perfect canvas for him to paint with various types of marks, and finally, he admired the way your breasts sat upon your chest, your boobs practically begging to be engulfed by his large palms. Although you were unaware of this fact, if you simply turned to him one day and exclaimed that you were never going to fuck him once more, he would probably fall to his knees and beg for you. Your body was like a masterpiece to the male, a beautiful piece of art work that only he got to lay his eyes upon.

Once Daryl was satisfied with his long extended viewing of your body, burning the imagine of your figure into his mind for later usage, he pushed himself from his elbows, sitting up before leaning forward, quick movements which caused the bed frame to groan from beneath him. The male reached out before grasping at your hips, his fingers clawing at your exposed flesh, digits digging into your soft skin before hastily pulling you towards him, desperate to burry his cock deep within you before someone beckoned for his assistance once more.

Once you were placed between his spread knees, your soaked core at eye level with the male, he allowed his own hands to travel across your thighs, feeling the soft texture of your skin beneath his adventurous palms before giving the meat of your limbs a harsh squeeze. The action caused you to wince in pain, his hands squishing your flesh between his finger tips, rolling the fat between his palms before releasing. He rubbed the sore spots upon your legs, caressing the red blotches before pulling an arm back. You watched ignorantly as he swung his limb forwards, landing a firm slap against your already irritated skin.

You let out an involuntary yelp upon receiving his strike, a small prick of pain spreading beneath your skin as the male marveled at the way your body reacted to his beatings: The way small waves appeared across your flesh, thighs jiggling as a reaction to his slap while you grit your teeth in agony.

Daryl hastily brought his hands back to the welt he had left upon your skin, his fingers quick to caress the pinkish flesh, rubbing his digits across your sore thigh for a few moments; his actions caused you to stare down upon him, smitten with the way he was fast to comfort you, swift to caress your stinging appendage.

Suddenly, his hands flew to your waist once more, your body flinching as a reaction to his previous smack, fear lacing your thoughts before he yanked you down to the bed. The male pulled you to the mattress, body flailing beneath his dominant movements as your frame bounced upon the large piece of furniture. You let out a giggle as the bed squeaked from below you, the wind flying through your hair causing your locks to blow in the breeze, thin strands landing all around your head as your figure settled within the mattress.

The archer watched as your body jumped upon the bedding, breasts bouncing up and down as he pushed you into the sheets, an action that caused the blankets to bellow around you, inflating with air as he observed you. All the hunter wanted to do was to stick his dick in you right then and there, to make your breasts roll back and forth as they had when you landed upon the mattress, the movements causing his cock to twitch within the confines of his jeans.

He had maneuvered your limbs upon the furniture so you were laying flat upon your back, body relaxing comfortably within the cushion as you gazed up towards the paint chipped ceiling, eyes scanning over all the thin webs spiders had created within the deep crevasses of the cell as you waited anxiously for Daryl's following actions.

The bed creaked from beneath you as Daryl began to lean forward, a noise that made you ponder upon how exactly no one had questioned you about the loud thrashing that often came from deep within your cell. Had no one heard your pleasure filled sobs as the male rutted into you, bed threatening to give out as the two of you fucked like wild animals?

Spoiler alert: They defiantly had.

As Daryl's frame began to block your vision, his large figure casting a shadow upon you, your body swimming in the inky darkness of the lighting as his mouth landed upon you. His blotchy tongue began licking at the soft skin that covered your jawline, lips sucking at the junction at which your jaw and neck met. His tongue upon you felt absolutely heavenly, his wet lips lapping at your skin was a sensation that you had deeply missed. As he sucked a hickey upon your tender neck, you let out a slight groan as a response to his actions, his lips applying pressure to your flesh as he practically inhaled your jawline.

His hands began to travel across your body, fingers sliding up and down the skin of your torso, digits dipping into your warm skin as he explored your flesh. Your frame felt perfect under his own, like you were made to be squirming beneath him as he groped at your figure like a horny, sex deprived teenager while he marked your skin, littering your jawline with about two hickeys and an undecipherable amount of kisses and kitten licks.

He inhaled, taking in a deep whiff of your scent as your presence seemed to surround him entirely: You smelt of lavender with a mix of sweat, a smell that the male could only describe as utterly perfect; he wanted to be engulfed within your grasp, he yearned to cum while being completely surrounded by you, while he vision was focused upon your pleasure filled face, he need to feel his sweat glazed body pressed up against your own, and he wanted his nostrils to be filled with the smog of your fragrance, he needed all of his senses to be busy with you as his mind gained an unimaginable high by your essence.

Finally, once he was satisfied with his attack upon your jawline, he slowly moved down to his next target: Your neck.

The feeling of Daryl hovering over you was completely quintessential; having the male's body pressed against your own was heavenly, chests heaving as the rough fabric of his clothing rubbed against your naked figure. The pressure of his frame weighing you down felt amazing, his warm skin pushing you into the cushions beneath you as he laid upon you, was surprisingly comforting.

The feeling of both his lips and hands upon you simultaneously was extremely relieving. All the stress seemed to diminish from deep within your being as he kissed you, his facial hair tickling your skin, his locks brushing against your face as his hands grabbed and gripped at your curves. The warmth of his textured fingers transferred from his digits to your skin, a feeling that caused you to let out a slight sigh as you cuddled into his touch, allowing his hands to caress and stroke your figure as his mouth continued its attack upon your skin, littering your flesh with small love bites and large hickeys.

You observed the way he sunk across your body as his lips traveled down you neck, continuing to litter hickeys upon the soft skin covering your neck, causing dark purple and red marks to appear upon your nape. Blots you would have to speak about in an equivocate manner as you were overcome by a large wave of utter shame and embarrassment.

"Everone's gonna know who ya belong ta when I'm done with ya." Daryl spoke, almost as though he was reading your mind.

As his hot breath pooled down your neck, glazing your skin in warm air, his hand began to travel down your body; you felt the pads of his fingers trail across your skin, moving from your torso, across your trembling navel, and gliding across your v-line before finally landing upon your thigh.

His hand was resting upon your leg as his mouth kissed at your sternohyoid, lips pressing against your skin as he rubbed your thigh. His palms close proximity to your soaked core sent your mind spiraling, your hips began to slightly rotate in the hopes of relieving your yearning crotch of some sort of pressure. And it seemed to work momentarily. A small sock of pleasure reverberating throughout your lower body as you rutted your hips against nothing, a small whimper falling from the chambers of your throat.

Once Daryl had noticed your desperate actions, your waist rolling tentatively against the mattress, he brought his hand back, swinging it forward to land another firm smack upon your thigh. A loud thwap sound echoed throughout the room due to his actions, the sound of pure skin pounding against skin as you whimpered, movements stuttering to a pathetic stop.

Another smack placed upon your body caused your thigh to begin to sting, skin reddening once more as it grew irritated and pain filled; every slap the hunter littered across your flesh sent a wave of pleasure mixed with agony coursing through your body, mind growing fuzzy as you desperately desired more, his hands releasing a perfect combination of torture and excitement upon your exhilarated figure.

Suddenly, his hand slid from its place upon your burning thigh, skin twitching as his fingers danced across your leg until they landed upon his desired destination: in between your dripping folds. He allowed his digits to slide across your pussy, collecting as much moister within his palm before his fingers entered you.

His actions elicited a shuttered moan from your mouth, jaw dropping as you left your lips agape, small gasps exiting your throat; you were now completely drenched for the male, his lips attacking your body caused your cunt to relax entirely for the archer, a reaction that caused his intrusion upon your core to work effortlessly, fingers sliding into your entrance with ease.

His digits stretched you as he placed two fingers within your aching pussy, digits swimming within the confines of your wet walls as he let out a deep groan, his mind imagining just what it would feel like when his hands were replaced with his throbbing cock. He maneuvered his fingers within you before beginning to slowly thrust them back and forth while his mouth continued to cover the flesh upon your neck with kitten licks and small kisses. All of his actions were an attempt to prep both your body and mind for the inevitable fuck down he was about to unleash upon your entire being.

"What were ya thinkin bout?" He asked, interrogating you about your previous actions.

His head traveled down your body once more as he let you ponder upon his question, teeth monetarily nipping at your accentuated collar bones before his lips paused upon your chest. His mouth began to kiss down your upper chest, licking at the soft skin as his lips moved towards your breasts; your ribs heaved, yearning for his mouth to be upon your nipples as he sucked hickeys onto the mounds of your boobs.

His words had taken you off guard, a slight wave of embarrassment washing over you as his fingers curled upwards from inside of you and his lips latched around your areola, knowing you would soon have to admit that you were fantasizing about him as you attempted to get yourself off. You let out a horse moan at his movements, body grinding down upon his hands as you arched your back, hoping to press your breast further between his soft lips.

"Y-You." You stuttered out as your core chased his fingers.

Daryl appeared to like that response as he groaned, your skin muffling his vocalization as his mouth sucked upon your nipple, tongue lapping at the bud as his fingers continued to caress your walls.

His digits were now being thrusted into you, stroking your walls as his knuckles rolled deep within you. Pleasure began to build within your abdomen, a pressure forming as he fingered you, hips rutting against his hands as your entrance clenching around his large fingers. Your sensitive clit began to throb with desire, yearning to be touched and rubbed after weeks of being ignored.

His mouth upon your breast was adding to the knot growing within your stomach, textured tongue licking at your nipple before releasing the bud, his mouth quickly busying itself with the fat of your boobs, sucking hickeys upon both of the lumps. A stream of moans and whines were tumbling from your lips as he pulled the skin of your chest into his mouth, leaving dark purple marks littered upon your flesh as his digits continued to pound into you.

"What bout me, doll?" He asked, his voice raspy as he traipsed further down your body.

His lips moved across the hills of your breasts, placing gentle kisses upon your skin as his head traveled beneath you, his free hand pushing him further down the bed as he crawled to your stomach; he littered your body with marks once more, nipping and sucking at your navel as you mewled at the tension building within your stomach.

The pet name caused your body to convulse, back arching into his mouth as his soft tongue licked at your v-line, teeth grazing your waist as you helplessly cleaned around him.

"H-How you are gon-gonna hold me down and-and," you paused momentarily, embarrassment washing over you as you conjured up the courage to confess that you yearned for him, that you needed him so bad that you often day dreamed of the sexual acts he released upon you "and relentlessly f-fuck me."

You struggled with your words as he pleasured you, your walls detecting every crease and crevice littered upon his fingers, every ridge and knuckle as you road his digits like your life depended on it. You circled your hips around his hand, body rotating as you chased the pleasure he was bestowing upon you, moans escaping your throat like a never ending symphony.

Your vocalization was another sentence the hunter seemed to enjoy as it urged him to move further down your body, scooting down the bed until he placed himself at eye level with your dripping cunt, his hot breath pooling upon your exposed pussy as he continued to slam his fingers into you.

He was practically silent for a while, mute as he observed your crotch, allowing a few groans to slip from between his lips as he watched the way his fingers entered you. He attentively observed the way his digits disappeared within the depths of your pussy, cunt practically engulfing his skin as you rolled your hips onto him, your wetness pooling around his hands before dripping onto the bed below you. Daryl adored the way you clenched around him, crotch twitching as you clamped down around his fingers, yearning for your release.

"Is that what ya want, ya dirty lil whore? For me ta fuck ya till ya can't stand?" He spoke, his words almost mocking, his tone filled with satire as you and him both knew the obvious answer to his questions.

You nodded frantically, body yearning for his mouth to finally be placed upon your dripping cunt, his lips mere inches away, the warmth of his breath colliding against your core. You desperately desired to feel his wet tongue sloppily licking at your crotch like the worlds most delicious candy, to feel the sensation of his mouth wrapping around your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves until you unraveled within his grasp. You needed him to allowed you to cum.

"I needa hear ya say it, girl." He spoke, his words sending vibrations clashing against your exposed pussy, drawing a whine from your exhausted lips.

"Y-yes, Daryl." Was all you could muster as your face turned a deep shade of red.

As quick as he had pushed his fingers into you, he yanked them out, leaving you empty and unoccupied, an action that caused you to let out a slight whine in frustration. You clenched around nothing before your mewl was cut short, Daryl flying up the bed and wrapping his arms around your waist caused your whimper to transition into a high pitched squeal.

Satisfied with the masterpiece had had made of your body, skin practically covered in dark hickeys, red marks, and small bites, he moved onto the next step of your long awaited endeavor: He flipped you around, spinning you in his arms as you had the wind pulled from your lungs, shock momentarily knocking the breath from you before he placed your delicate frame upon the mattress.

He had placed you upon your stomach, yanking your ass into the air as his palm skimmed up your back, a sensation that sent a shiver down your spine as he forced the side of your head into the pillow placed beneath you; your breasts were pressed against the bedding, hard nipples rubbing against the fabric of the blankets as the male placed a firm slap upon your ass, a sharp pain jolting through your skin as you had successfully placed into the doggy style position.

Daryl observed your body laid beneath him, pussy fully exposed to his hungry eyes as your ass swayed within the air, skin rippling due his previous smack. He licked his lips as he stared down upon you, noticing the way you clenched around nothing, core dripping due to his previous actions, yearning to be stuffed with his throbbing member.

"How bad do ya wan it girl, tell me, let me hear yer pretty voice." He spoke as he placed his palm upon your ass, hand kneading at the warm flesh of your rear.

You bit your lip, the realization that he was still entirely dressed as you remained exposed to him hitting you like a ton of bricks; you were a moaning and whining mess beneath him as he still had his pants secured tightly around his waist, belt and all. The crisp air of the cell pooled across your back, the recently discovered fact causing you to whine desperately as his hand forced your cheek further into the rough mattress.

"Please, Daryl, I want-no, no" you paused, cutting your own voice off as you thought momentarily, searching for your next choice of words "I need you."

The second vocalization of his name caused the male to groan from behind you, your voice smooth and soft like honey as it entered the chambers of his ears. And, although you had done what he had asked, exclaiming how badly you needed him, it didn't appear to be enough for the archer, he desired more, he yearned for more.

"And, what is it tha ya need me ta do?" He asked for clarification, even though it was quite obvious what exactly you craved from him.

You let out a shaky breath before you spoke, growing agitated as he teased you, fighting the overpowering urge to just rut your ass against his clothed cock at that very moment.

"I want your dick in me, I need you to just fuck me already. Hard."

Your words appeared to satisfy the archer as your ears picked up the sound waves of the rustle of his clothes from behind you as Daryl had grown irritated of the sensation of his dick straining against the confines of his jeans. You heard the clasp of his belt clang together before the sound of his zipper being released echoed from behind you.

You smiled in anticipation, hands gripping at the sheets as you clenched around nothing, stomach pressed against the mattress as the blankets tickled your skin; you had been yearning for his blessing of a cock to be stuffed deep within you for what felt like years, desperately grinding against multiple pieces of furniture like a cat in heat as you thought of him, his muscles pulsing from above you as he groaned into the crook of your neck.

And you knew the large build up of arousal within Daryl over the past two weeks was gonna make this experience a memorable one.

The male swiftly removed his vest, tossing it to the side before his hands returned to the buttons of his shirt, his leather jacket landing with a thump somewhere upon the floor. His blunt nails yanked at the ovals upon his top, quickly pulling them loose until he was able to slide the thin material from his body, chuckling the shirt off to the side where it inevitably landed along side his jacket, clattering upon the concrete flooring.

Daryl pushed his pants down just enough to reach his cock, hand wrapping around the base of his shaft to steady himself. His member was pulsating, yearning to be buried deep within you and the way his tip reddened and the amount of pre cum that was glazing his cock, he was under the assumption that this session wasn't going to last as long as he had hoped. His body desperate for release due to the build of both desire and lust.

"Ya gotta be quiet for me, girl. Alrigh?" He asked, pausing until he watched you nod from below him, hair bounding back and forth as you shook your head "And yer gonna take what I give ya."

Once you rewarded his words with another nod and a slight whine, signaling that you were in fact planing to obey his demands, he slapped your ass once more. The male waited momentarily, observing as a red hand print appeared upon your ass, joining the array of others, before he leaned forward, beginning to harshly enter you.

The feeling of his throbbing dick had almost become foreign to your insides, the sensation of him filling you had been one you hadn't received in much too long. You let out a loud moan as a result to his actions, the males name echoing around the room as he stretched you out, the inches he had inserted within you causing a shock of pleasure to explode within the lower regions of your figure. You pushed your hips backwards upon the male, needfully engulfing more of his cock, chasing the previous zap of pleasure.

Daryl interpreted your vocalization as a distinct sign of disobedience, a direct strive towards trying to aggravate him, so he thrusted his hips forward, bottoming out within you in one, fluid motion.

"Ya want everone to hear ya moan my name, slut? Ya want everone to hear how good I make ya feel?" He spoke, his member throbbing between your pulsing walls.

As a result to his words, you clenched around the archer, feeling the way his cock twitched due to how your pussy contracted around him. You could feel every pulsing vein littered upon his flustered skin, the way his dick curved within you, and the way his blunt tip seemed to poke at the farthest wall of your cunt, pressing against your sopping barriers.

Another slap was rewarded to your ass as Daryl settled within you, smacking the already sore spot caused you to bite back a moan, your flesh becoming slightly numb due to his repetitive strikes. He placed another slap upon the fat of your ass, then another, and then another, landing blow after blow upon your sore skin until he was pleased with the way your legs shook beneath him.

You desperately wanted to bounce upon the male, to harshly press your bottom upon his abdomen over and over again in an attempt to slowly reach the high in which your body basically needed at that point. You needed him to just hurry up and grab your hips before slamming his dick into you, to fuck you without mercy until he painted your yearning walls a cloudy white.

You felt the hunter collect your hair within his palm, lacing your locks between his fingers before yanking your head back, pulling at the strands upon your head until your scalp burned. His actions caused your body to bound backwards upon him, a movement that caused you to swallow a low groan as he began to fuck into you.

The thrusts he began to emit into you were fast and hard, your ass reverberating against his stomach as he pounded into you, the sound of flesh slapping together, his low grunts, and the bed squeaking began to echo around you. His cock began to pound into you, rutting into your elastic entrance and grinding against your warm walls with fervor, his thrusts animalistic causing a wave of pleasure to wash over you; it grew harder and harder to muffle your moans as he pounded into you, bouncing your cunt upon his dick as he rutted against your sensitive walls, small mewls escaping your lips.

You began to rotate your figure against his own, matching his rough rhythm as he stuffed his member within you, actions that caused Daryl's breath to falter; the male couldn't deny the growing knot within his stomach, the pressure beginning to appear within his lower abdomen that was approaching much quicker than he would have liked. The way your body moved beneath him practically hypnotized the male, the ripples that appeared upon the skin of your ass with ever thrust he placed within you, the way your body began to glaze itself with sweat, and the way your torso rotated in perfect motions put Daryl deep within a trance, his legs suddenly growing weak beneath him.

"Ya like tha, ya little slut?" He spoke, his words slurred as his frame curled over your own, upper body exhausted as his hips somehow managed to pick up speed, beating into you like a jack hammer.

His figure collapsed around your own, forearms falling upon the mattress, bouncing beside where your head now lay upon the bed, your perspiration laced chests molding together as he thrusted harshly into the confines of your weeping pussy. Your skin slid against his own, drenched bodies suctioning together as his chest clashed into your back.

The warmth of his body engulfed you as you began to near your finish, a tension building within the depths of your cunt as the male bit at your neck, his previous words ringing through your ears. His sudden attack upon your neck elicited a yelp from you, his teeth sinking into your tattered and sensitive skin as a twinge of pain appeared beneath the skin of your nape, your scream muffled by the loud noise of his sweat covered skin slapping against your own.

"Ive gotta make up for all our lost time together, sun shine." He exclaimed, his voice raspy as he whispered into the shell of your ear.

He continued to snap his hips into your own, dick pounding away at your pleasure filled cunt, slowly guiding you towards your high as he began to twitch within you. The both of you were quickly descending upon your orgasms, the weeks of pent up sexual frustration causing the entire experience to end much sooner than you hoped it would. His cock beginning to twitch between your throbbing walls caused you to teeter upon the edge of your high, a few more grinds received from Daryl's hips were sure to cause the knot to snap, for your body to unravel beneath his own.

"Ya gonna cum?" He asked, voice breathy as he picked up on the way your entrance clenched around him and how you began to ride his throbbing cock much harsher than before.

You nodded weakly from below him as the male nipped at your tender skin once more, your inevitable finish an undeniable fact.

"Then cum for me, doll."

With that, he began to roll his hips into you, caressing your walls as your cunt came around him. As a wave of pleasure washed over you, body convulsing from beneath the male as you clenched around his shaft, his hips continued their brutal torture upon your cunt. Your mind grew hazy, vision becoming blurry as you instinctually cried out, your overpowering orgasm causing the archers name to tumble from your lips, completely disregarding his previously enforced rule of silence. Your pussy contracted around his member as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

Your finish quickly escalated into over stimulation as his ravenous attack upon your crotch didn't seem to falter, your vulgar moans of pleasure, mixed with a growing pain, only seeming to urge Daryl further. You cried into the bed spread below you, body trembling underneath the affect of his powerful cock as his own finish began to quickly gain upon him, your tightening entrance practically sending over the edge.

"F-fuck," he gasped, pausing before speaking once more "shit, fuck, m gonna cum." He groaned out as your cries of agonizing pleasure caused his finish to creep up upon the male.

Suddenly, the hunter ripped his cock from the confines of your cunt, relieving your core from his borderline torturous thrusts as his hot cum spilled out upon your back, his seed caking your skin as his hips stilled. His dick twitched as a deep pleasure exploded within his abdomen, gasping as his high harshly washed over him. The feeling of powerful rapture vibrated through his body, his legs shaking from beneath him as his member pulsed, overpowered by a strong sensation of pleasure.

Your body trembled from below him as ropes of his finish landed upon the flesh of your upper body, the overstimulation he had made you endure causing your legs to grow weak. Your entrance turned sore due to his heavy beating upon your cunt, his rapid pace and large size causing your spent crotch to fill with a slight pain.

If Daryl had had the time to fend off his own finish, he would have gladly made you swallow his seed, an opportunity he mentally slapped himself for missing.

Once your chests had successfully stopped heaving, once his cock had stopped twitching and your legs had given out beneath you, the male rolled off of you, landing beside your limp body placed upon the bed. The frame groaned from below his figure, the two of you laying in silence for a while, recovering from your previous activities as you caught your breath.

Daryl began to pepper small kisses upon the shell of your right ear minutes later, lightly pecking at the red skin was always an action that let you know that the male had finally returned to his regular, caring self.

"Are ya okay?" He whispered into the quiet room, his arms reaching out to collect you within his grasp.

He pulled you towards him, an action that caused your chests to press together, the warmth of your bodies combining into one as he held you within his large arms. The feeling of his muscular biceps wrapped around you always seemed to comfort you, the smell of sweat mixed with dirt and pine wafting into your nostrils was a surprisingly relaxing scent as you cuddled into his grasp.

"Mhmmm." You purred contently in response, a small smile tugging upon the corners of your mouth.

You adored the way your boyfriend always cared to your every waking need after he practically destroyed your pussy, your extremely strong orgasm still causing your sensitive body to twitch and convulse within the buff males grip.

Once you had agreed that you were in fact okay, the male suddenly leaned over, body hovering above your own as he retrieved a towel that had been draping off the corner of a chair placed across from the bed. He sat upon the bed once he had successfully returned with the cloth, balling it up within his grasp before beginning to wipe you down with the fabric; the soft towel grazing your skin after you endured the males dick practically felt heavenly as it collected the sweat and cum glazing your body, drying your flesh of its previous discomforts.

Once he had finally cleaned you, ridding your flesh of any form of liquid or mess, he rose from his spot upon the bed.

You let out a whine in utter disappointment as you watched the male button his pants once more, your body yearning for the warmth and comfort of his own as he pushed up against you. Disheartened, you observed him as he tossed the messy towel to the side, joining the pile of clothing that had previously formed before he waltzed over towards your shared dresser, footsteps echoing around the room as he yanked multiple drawers open. He dug through the belongings placed within the bureau, retrieving some of his clothing from your shared dresser: A pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts for you to comfortably support, one much too large for your small figure.

As he traipsed back towards the bed, feet sliding against the concrete floor, you groggily sat up, forcing your palms into the mattress as you pushed yourself up right, body growing heavy as you swayed within your spot upon the bed. You suddenly noticed how much your entrance ached as you finally rose, happily retrieving the fabric from the males grasp.

Daryl crawled back into the comfort of the warm mattress, the smell of sex filling his nostrils as you dressed yourself, the soft fabric caressing your skin as you slid the clothing upon your body, your figure practically pooling within his shirt and boxers. The silky cloth hugging your flesh felt amazing, the scent of your boyfriend quickly entering the caves of your nose. Over time, the fragrance of pine, dirt, and sap had grown to be one of your absolute favorites.

You flopped down next to your boyfriend once more, Daryl quickly taking this opportunity to drag you back into his grasp, cuddling you into his stomach as he proceeded to comb his fingers through your hair.

"You're." He placed a kiss upon your forehead "So." Another peck upon your skin, this time placed upon the bridge of your nose "Beautiful." Another placement of his lips upon the tip of your nose "So." A kiss upon your chin "Perfect." He sang as he finally placed a peck upon your own lips.

You giggled as you melded your mouth upon his own, plush lips pushed against his own as he effectively began playing with your locks, stroking your strands of hair, allowing your locks to pool within his palms. The feeling of his hands caressing your head soothed you, pleasure coursing through your scalp as he rubbed his fingers against your skull.

When your mouths finally detached, you placed your head upon his chest, nuzzling your face into his body, exhausted as the room grew comfortably silent.

The sound of muffled voices filled your cell, a far off melody that practically comforted you to sleep. An afternoon light pooled into your room as the sheet hung in the doorframe fluttered in the slight wind, the cell becoming warm as the male successfully lulled you to sleep as he messaged your scalp, your body relaxing within the confines of his large arms.

#daryl dixon smut #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x reader smut #daryl dixon #daryl twd #daryl dixon the walking dead #twd daryl #twd #the walking dead

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hexofvex · 1 year

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Sleepless Night || Kamisato Ayato x Gender Neutral! Reader

Premise: Concerned by your husband's horrendous schedule, you have a late night talk with him.

CW: angst with comfort (bcs can I write anything else)

Total WC: 801 words

A/N: dropping in with some Ayato simp material before I go missing bcs of college again </3. Also I can't title my works for shit lmao

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You'd lost count of the hours.

Two? Three? Four? You'd been tossing and turning all night, practicing different exercises to fall asleep, all in vain. The emptiness next to you was awfully heavy, together with the silence caused by the sound of only your breathing in the room.

Of course, falling asleep by yourself wasn't uncommon. And It's not as if it ever bothered you; you understood the burden of being the Yashiro Commissioner and knew why Ayato was working so hard. And yet every night, you would be awoken by the the shuffling of your husband as he laid down next to you, before falling back asleep.

Tonight was the third night in a row when that wasn't the case.

You haven't had the time to speak with him about it. Even worse, you barely saw him around these days.

With a heavy sigh, you threw your blanket aside and stepped out of bed. Slowly and as silently as you could, you made your way to Ayato's office, attempting to not alert any servants. You opened the sliding door, silghtly cringing at the loud sound of it.

"You're not sleeping?" You heard your husband's voice greeting you.

"You're not either, darling." You retorted. "I know you're not sleeping too well usually but this is a bit too much isn't it?" As you stepped closer to him, you noticed his tired eyes and disheveled hair. Small details, unnoticeable from afar, but details that told you he wasn't in his element. Despite his hectic work schedule, Ayato would never fail in looking perfectly composed. It made his current condition all the more worrying.

You sat down at the other side of his desk, throwing a stray look over his papers. As always, the wooden surface was so covered in documents and letters you could barely even see spots of it anymore. "Are you alright? Has anything happened that requires these extra hours?"

"You know, I've heard some very interesting things."

You blinked with a slight furrow of your brow. It was an obvious change of subject, a bit sloppy (which you would blame on his sleep deprived state), but you took the bait, curious of what he was referring to.

"What things exactly?"

"Certain rumours," came the reply. "About you and Thoma."

You scoffed. Of course, why were you surprised? You, a member of a less wealthy and influent clan. Thoma, a percieved outsider, because of his heritage. The more closed minded people had made their dislike for the two of you crystal clear, so something of that nature was to be expected. "Our enemies will say anything to discredit us. But you haven't payed attention to any of that nonsense, I trust?"

"Certainly." Ayato put down his brush, finally looking you in the eye. "You are among my most trusted people. A measly piece of gossip isn't enough to shake my faith in the two of you. But it has made me think."

You placed an elbow on the desk, inching closer. "I'm not sure I follow."

"Perhaps it has been my own neglect of you that has weakened our image and allowed for these rumours to come into being."

Oh you could see it now.

"You're working now so you could free up time? No, no-"

"I have a duty to this family, [Name]."

"So do I!" You reached over the desk and held his hands. "I can help you."

Ayato sighed. "The work I do is far more dangerous than what you and Ayaka do, [Name]."

"I know. But, my love, ever since we got married I only took over the cultural affairs with Ayaka. Your burden is the same. That's not how it should be, and you know that."

"And it is yours, and her safety that I must preserve. And not just the two of you, but every person that is in my care. It's a heavy burden, but it must be done."

"It must," you said, gently brushing your thumbs over his hands. "But you're not alone anymore. You're no longer young, alone, having to protect your family and stabilise a declining clan. You're allowed to let us help."

You husband closed his eyes and looked away, tightning his grip around your fingers. "I wished you'd never have to see me in a situation like this, my dear."

You left out a soft laugh. "You've seen much worse from me. If I'm allowed to be vulnerable then so are you. Lean on me, plese."

Silence.

"Ayato."

"Alright. I can attempt to."

You grinned. "Good."

Perhaps it'll turn out to be harder than you expected. But looking in your husband's lavander eyes, obscured by stray strands of light blue hair, you found it impossible to resists the incentive to do anything in your power to protect him.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #ayato x reader

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 9 months

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Track Marks And Dial Tones II

Summary: You promised Clay to get him help but for that, the two of you still need to make it through the night…

Pairing: Clay Roach x fem!cop!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Content Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat 18+!, Major Hurt/Comfort, Still Angsty, The Slow Burn Is Slowly Burning Y'all, Kinda Calm And Domestic Vibes For A Treacherous Second, Talk About Rehab, Talk About Track Marks, Brief Mentions Of Other Substances (Painkillers And Alcohol), Talk About Past Self-Harm, Clay Still Being Miserable, Crying, A Short Sloppy Make Out Session In The Shower, Smutty Cliffhanger 😬

A/N: I actively lost my mind over this, y'all. Major shout out to @cc-luvr for listening to my demented rambles and proofreading this stuff 🫶🏻

Find Part I and Part III here!

Tagging the horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine

You are all I need

You're all I need

I'm in the middle of your picture

Lying in the reeds

I am a moth

Who just wants to share your light

I'm just an insect

Trying to get out of the night

- All I Need By Radiohead

You knew that you should just hand in your resignation at the Boston PD by now, kiss your badge goodbye and face the fact to get demoted to filing parking tickets again. The second someone just got so much as a whiff of you taking your informant in at your own home would have you suspended in absolutely no time whatsoever. Anyhow, that train of thought had to wait while you scooped a hastily put together grilled cheese sandwich from the pan to a small plate and placed it onto your kitchen table right next to a cup of hot chocolate.

"I know, it's not strawberry milk but basically the next best thing now, no?" You tried to sound a little cheerful although there was nearly no energy left inside of you.

Hauling Clay out if his hellhole of a flat had been hard enough on both of you since he practically broke down crying anew every few steps down the way. Only when you'd put on the heating and the radio in your car did Clay calm down eventually.

Before answering to you, Clay just looked at the food with wide eyes, his form hardly more than a weak silhouette slumped in your kitchen chair. In that moment it dawned on your sleep-deprived mind that he probably hasn't had a real home-cooked meal in god knows how long. While you wouldn't even really call a grilled cheese sandwich home-cooked, it meant the world and more to Clay, who still just stared at it, seemingly hypnotized by the token of hospitality in front of him.

"Thank you…you didn’t…it wouldn't have been necessary." He expressed his gratitude with a sore voice and looked up to you as you took a seat in front of him, your own late-night snack in hand.

"But I wanted to.", You smiled at him softly but with obviously very tired undertones, "Now, please, dig in."

Your invitation to take a bite of the sandwich had hardly left your lips as Clay already munched down on it.

"Please don't choke yourself, okay? I said I'd drive you to rehab first thing in the morning, not the morgue." It rolled over your tongue in an upright and honest chuckle.

"It's kinda the same thing, depending how you look at it." Clay snarled back, the sarcasm heavy in his voice.

"Oh, c'mon now.." You arched your brows at him while taking a much needed bite out of your own sandwich.

"Sorry…" Clay broke from your gaze with an apologetic expression on his face before downright devouring the cheese-stuffed toast and chugging down the cup of hot chocolate, seemingly unbothered by the possibility of burning his mouth with the fresh from the stove liquid.

"That good?", You asked in between bites, the crunchy and creamy texture of the warm sandwich feeling like a near orgasmic experience to your whiplashed senses, "Do you need anything else? Painkillers…alcohol…whatever really?"

"No, not…not yet." Clay shimmied around in his chair a little, "I'm kinda cold though.."

"Maybe a hot shower would help with that? No offense, Clay, but you could use one.." You suggested, eating up the last bits of your sandwich.

"I know.", He reciprocated dryly, "But.."

"But what?" You inquired calmly, taking a deep drag from your steaming cup of coffee.

"The last time I tried, I got heart palpitations, fainted and nearly smashed my head on the fucking tiles.." For the blink of an eye you just stared at him with a deadpan expression on your face.

"Do you need help with that then?" Your question was sincere.

"Fuck off, I'm not a toddler that needs to be mothered." Clay pursed his lips as he started chewing on the insides of his cheeks, crossing his arms in front of his chest in resignation.

"I never implied that, Clay. You asked for help and I am offering it to you. Simple as that." You knew all too well that the current situation you found yourself in was everything but simple, however, that was a problem for sometime tomorrow.

"I'll just be there, making sure that maybe you won't flail out of my shower head first." You suggested while looking at him, waiting for an answer.

It took a good moment of silence for him to redirect his eyes towards yours right before he mumbled: "I'm….I'm embarrassed. My body.. is- is not in a good condition, shocker, I know."

"Clay…", You sighed after taking another sip of coffee, "An hour ago, I pulled a needle from your arm. There's nothing you'd have to be embarrassed about, I promise you."

In a nervous, clearly still unsure motion, he rubbed his palms together, pulling the hem of his sleeves up to his knuckles.

"Promise?" He furrowed his brows and bit down on his bottom lip.

"I promise." You assured him, "How about you go upstairs? It's the first door to the right and I get you some fresh clothes from my wardrobe while you make yourself as comfortable as you can, hm?"

"I guess we can try that." You knew it was the best you could get out of him about that and you acknowledged it with a nod while scooting away from the table.

"I'll be with you right away, yeah?" You smiled at Clay before putting both plates in the sink and taking the stairs towards your bedroom.

At this point, you just left him to himself for a moment. Sure, you thought about him taking his chance and running. Maybe the next thing you'd hear would be the slamming of your front door but that would be his choice then. A choice you wouldn't take from him, there was no use to that. Clay was here on his own accord and you left it up to him to show you that he really wanted this.

While you pulled a long-sleeved shirt from the bottom of your wardrobe's drawer, accompanied by one of your oversized sweatpants, you felt your heart thrashing against your ribcage. Your ears were picking up every possible sound and you couldn't help yourself but to wish that he wouldn't do anything stupid. The pent-up breath leaving your lungs in a heavy sigh as you heard the creaking of the stairs should've given it away to yourself, practically rubbing it into your face that Clay had grown important to you, but you chose active denial instead.

"There should be a leftover toothbrush on the shelf above the sink if you want to use it!" You called down the hallway, folding the clothes into one neat pile before getting up from the carpet floor of your bedroom.

"Noted." Clay answered back after stepping into your bathroom, not fully closing the door behind him.

Before stepping in after him you gently knocked.

"Can I come in?" You asked in a soft tone, leaning your shoulder against the door.

"Uh-Huh." He mumbled in return, the toothbrush already between his jaws.

Steadying yourself with a deep breath, you pushed the door open slowly, the pale skin of Clay's back facing you.

You tried your best not to stare like a total idiot, but the way you could practically count his ribs and the intervertebral disks of his spine up to the nape of his neck had you stunned for a second. Tearing your gaze away from him, you placed the clothes on top of the laundry bin right next to the door and sat down on the closed toilet seat beside the sink, getting yourself out of your PJ pants first.

Up until that moment, you didn't waste a second thought about your own body in this whole scenario but as the soft fabric of the pants pooled on the tiles in front of you, the discomfort shot as a hot wave into your cheeks. Clearing your throat a little, you silently stared down on your thighs, faded out, thick scar tissue ogling right back, mocking you in a way.

"How about…", Clay spat out an amalgamation of saliva and toothpaste, leaning his hands against the sink, "You just stare at me for a moment while I do the same. Get it over with."

"Yeah, hold on…", You pulled the PJ top off, too, leaving you in your underwear. "Now it's fair.."

Your eyes traced the trail of self-induced scars up to your navel before you raised your head back to Clay.

"What happened?" He asked bluntly, turning himself to you, vulnerable and exposed, the waistband of his shorts sitting loosely on his pointy hip bones.

"I could ask you the same." You chuckled dryly, your eyes wandering over his torso, ribs poking through just like his collarbones.

"Life, I'm afraid." He responded in an equally dry tone.

"Same here.", You shrugged your shoulders a little, "How about we put some antiseptics on the puncture sites? They look like they could use some. I have a bottle in the drawer to your left."

With a short nod Clay opened up the drawer, pulling out not only said bottle of antiseptic lotion but also a still wrapped shut set of razor blades.

"The monsters still live in the closet, huh?" He put the package back as fast as he'd pulled it from the drawer.

"They never really moved out, no." You confessed, gathering a few pieces of toilet paper to douse it in the disinfectant.

"I wonder if they ever do." Clay sighed, inhaling sharply as you caressed the plentiful of his track marks with the improvised paper swab.

"Thank you…" You pat every little inch on the inside of his elbow carefully.

"For what?" Clay sounded thoroughly confused.

"For trusting me, shitbum." You said in return, throwing him a faint yet upright smile.

"Uh, sure…" He shrugged it off while you dumped the soggy toilet paper into a trash can underneath the sink.

"Now let's get into that shower, no?" You nudged your head towards the shower.

"Yeah, uhm…", Clay's eyes darted down to his shorts, "Should I…I mean..?"

"Whatever you are comfortable with." You got up and stepped underneath the shower head, fumbling with the faucet handle to not just drench the both of you in ice cold water.

"Uh, okay…" He mumbled, deciding to leave his boxers on before cautiously following you.

"Is the temperature okay for you?" You reached out to gently grab his hand by the wrist, holding it under the softly flowing stream of warm, but not exactly hot water.

"A bit more, maybe? I don't wanna burn you but I feel like I'm freezing." He asked hesitantly.

"Sure, don't worry about me, okay?" You pushed the handle a little more to the left.

"How about now? That better?" A wave of significantly warmer water hit your front and the palm of his hand.

"Yeah…" Clay smiled contentedly whilst stepping into the flow of water coming from above.

A long, low humm of comfort left his lips while you watched him closely as the water soaked his unkempt hair and cascaded down his body.

"Fuck…that feels good." He sighed with eyes closed, his hand now holding on to yours for guidance.

"Good, I got you, yeah?" You carefully wrapped your fingers a little tighter around his, slowly crouching down to pick up a bottle of shampoo.

You let him soak in the heat of the water for a while before you asked: "Mind taking just a little step towards me? I think we should take some care of that hair if yours, no?"

"Sure…" Clay blindly stepped out of the frequent stream, now just standing inches away from you.

With your free hand you unscrewed the bottle and tilted it over the crown of his head until a big dollop of shampoo oozed out of it.

"Am I going to smell like flowers and berries now?" He chuckled whilst you put the bottle back down and started lathering his scalp with tender, circular movements of your fingertips.

"Actually…" You started, his comment eliciting a short laugh out of you as well, "It's mint and green apple scented."

"Oh, I can get behind that." He murmured, his face clearly telling you how much he enjoyed you soaping up his hair right now.

"Well, it's not like you really got a say in this, huh?" You returned, delicately letting go of his hand to put both of yours to use throughout his knotted hair.

"Yeesh, we'll need a lot of conditioner to tame that mess." You noted with slightly pursed lips.

"Conditioner now, too, yeah? Gon' be the best smelling lowlife in rehab tomorrow." At first you smiled but soon enough the reality of his comment hit you deep down again.

For an innocent, foolish moment you simply forgot about it, had allowed yourself to get carried away.

You tried your best to not sound too taken aback as you uttered: "So, you really want it?"

At that Caly also lost his faint smile and you deeply regretted every word that just left your mouth.

"Fuck, sorry…" You whispered to him, feeling sorry for the both of you for bluntly trashing the moment like that.

"No, stop…it's okay.", With his hair full of bubbly shampoo, Clay took another blind step towards you, nearly bumping into you, his arms clumsily wrapping themselves around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder, "It's a valid question and the answer is yes."

For seemingly endless seconds your severely overworked brain oh so desperately tried to compute what was happening.

"Are…are you hugging me right now?" You stammered awkwardly.

"Kinda looks like it, no?" Clay answered, wrapping his arms closer around you as if to prove his point.

"Oh-, okay, cool…", You felt your mind gradually losing the plot, being so utterly stunned by his display of affection, "Let's…how about we rinse that shampoo out now." Trying to regain your composure, you cupped his hips with your hands, gently guiding him back underneath the steady flow of steaming, warm water.

"Yeah, sure…" It bubbled out of his mouth as you watched the shampoo residue slowly trickling down the drain.

Yet again, Clay rested his chin in the crook of your neck, his face slightly tilting towards your collarbone. In this very moment you felt his lips brushing over your skin, his wet hair falling across your shoulder and it led you to forsake all rational reason for good.

In a moment of unadulterated senselessness your hands cupped his face, pulling it up to yours to press a painfully longing kiss to his lips.

"Fuck…" Clay huffed right before reciprocating the kiss, practically shoving himself onto you, tightening his hug around your lower body.

"Shit, fucking hell…no.. we shouldn't-" You rambled into his mouth.

"I know but fuck that." He groaned nonchalantly.

#rory culkin #city on a hill #clay roach x fem!reader #clay roach x you #clay roach x reader #clay roach #clay roach smut #Track Marks And Dial Tones

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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meiiiii i’m here with a little ‘we’re engraved in each other’s hearts’ … shower sex with hotch, he’s had a long day and he deserves it <3

come celebrate 5.7k with me!

hi angel baby!! i'm happy you're here :D

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Hunched over on the ceramic bench in your shower, water trailing down his body from where it lands in his hair, steam billowing through the room, Aaron Hotchner is the picture of misery. He looks pathetic, slouched and slumped over himself as he lets the hot water work wonders on his aching muscles.

You know that the bulletproof vests he has to wear are heavy, and you're happy for the protection they offer your husband in dangerous situations, but he always needs a massage any time he has to wear one.

You fully intend to offer him one, too, when you step into the shower, but his eyes catch the curve of your breasts as he cranes his neck up to look at you, and you know you're not going to be able to stave him off.

"You look like you could use some help," You reach for the shampoo bottle that sits in the shower caddy, but your fingers don't even graze the grey plastic bottle before he's reaching up and interlacing his own with yours. He uses your intertwined hands to tug you down into his lap, your ass landing on his thighs.

"I could." He murmurs, his voice hot and heavy by your ear, "Today was a long day."

"And you want to make it a long night?"

"I think it would help." He nods seriously, his frown solemn as he relives the treacherous horrors of his work day.

"Oh, really?" You giggle softly, turning to straddle his lap, "This is the cure?"

"Yes." He insists, a fond smile curling over his face, amusement twinkling in his eyes. His hand cups the back of your neck, tugging your face to hover over his, and water streams freely down your back.

"Well I suppose I'll have to take care of you." You mused, grinding your hips down ever-so-softly against him, "I couldn't sleep knowing I'd left you all alone in the shower."

"That would be unforgiveable," He chuckles warmly, his lips brushing yours as you finally give in and kiss him. It's sweet, slightly sloppy, because neither of you care to fix it. It's a little crooked, but it warms your heart regardless, your thighs shifting as you spread your legs out further over his lap.

He feels you move against him, breaking away to nudge his nose at your jaw. You tilt your head up, his lips immediately finding your neck, and they press sweetly into your soaked skin.

Water runs down your head and off of your nose, landing in his hair. You run your hand through it, the strands sticking to his skin as your fingernails brush against his scalp. He shivers slightly under your touch and you feel him hardening beneath you.

"Go slow," He warns, mumbling against your neck as one hand spreads over your hip, the other wrapped around your waist.

"I will." You reassure him, a light moan escaping your lips as his press into your sweet spot, "We can take our time tonight, Aaron."

It's true. For the first time in weeks, Jack is sleeping over at a friend's house, leaving you two home alone. You don't feel bad at all for enjoying the time away from the boy, because it means that you get to share.. intimate moments that you're deprived of as long as there's a child in the house.

The head of Aaron's cock prods gently at your entrance and you stifle a whimper, one hand steadying him against you as you slowly sink down onto him. He lets out a rough curse, his teeth pinching your skin harshly as he buries his face into your neck.

"Aaron!" You gasp at the stinging bite, and he presses an apologetic kiss to the skin there.

"Sorry," He rasps, his voice muffled into your neck, "I just- you feel so good, sweetheart."

You thank him for the compliment with a roll of your hips, a heady groan flowing from his throat.

"My poor baby," You coo, running a hand down his back as his arms tugged you closer, pressing you against his wet chest, "So tired from work. Do you want me to take over?"

He seems reluctant at first, usually the one to guide you through your orgasm. But he sits back with a glimmer of intrigue in his eyes, pressing one last kiss to your jaw before he leans against the tile behind him.

"Go ahead, baby." He braces his hands against the seat, his eyes locked onto the image of your slick cunt clenching gently around his cock.

You take your duties very seriously, lifting your hips so that he slides partially out of you, then lowering yourself back onto his cock. He bites back a groan, his head falling back against the tiled wall.

"Just relax, Aaron." You croon, leaning in to kiss the protruding adam's apple that stands stiff in his throat, "I'm gonna take care of you tonight.

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 25 - Good Morning, Kitten || Shota Aizawa x f!reader

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Summary: There's always a way to make sleepy mornig better.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 495

Author: Cass

A/N: The prompt for today is: Morning Sex

You filled the cup with coffee while yawning loudly.

Mornings were the worst, especially on a school day and following a difficult night patrol.

You dreaded getting out of bed so early, but you had to keep an eye on your sleep-deprived husband to get him to leave the bed.

But he was finally there. His arms were wrapped around your waist, and he sighed exhaustively as he rested his head on your shoulder. "Here you are, kitten. I was concerned that you had abandoned me."

You smirked and moved your hand back to scratch the top of his head gently.

Shota purred quietly and hugged you even more tightly. As a result, you could feel his hard member pressing against your groin. This explained a lot, because you suspected him of leaving bed on his own.

"All right, all right," you made a remark and rolled your hips against him, eliciting a soft growl from him. "Perhaps someone needs his kitten?"

He cradled you in his arms and kissed you on the cheek. Kiss was slow and lazy, but it took your breath away easily.

Before you could say anything, Shota had picked you up and placed you on the nearest kitchen counter.

He stood between your legs only to kiss you again as he removed your shorts. His hand quickly moved to your pussy.

Shota smiled as you pulled away with a loud gasp, his finger playing with your clit. "Take a look at yourself, kitten. I only just touched you, and you're already wet. I'm curious what got you going in this direction."

You smacked his arm with a growl before letting out a quiet meow at his touch.

He teased you for a moment longer before moving his hand away to push his pants down, hissing and releasing his already hard cock. "My lovely kitten," he hummed, running his tip across your pussy lips before pushing into you and bottoming out.

You only uttered a quiet curse and drew him in for a deep kiss.

Shota's hips moved slowly at first but quickly picked up the pace, causing you to moan his name against his lips. "Fuck, Shota," you whimpered, slipping your hand into his tangled locks and gently pulling on them.

This caused him to growl loudly. He fucked you gently, allowing you to feel every move. Your lower belly tightened as you felt his member fill you up so nicely.

You weren't going to be long.

The same was true for him, especially since your soft, warm walls hugged him nicely and sucked his cock further in. Shota's moves became sloppy after a few more deep thrusts, and your walls tightened around him, milking him dry. Shota groaned against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist as tightly as he could. He muttered, "Good morning, kitten," before kissing your temple.

You couldn't help but laugh as you played with his hair. "Good morning to you as well, grumpy."

#aizawa shota x reader #aizawa x reader #Shota Aizawa x reader #my hero academia aizawa #mha aizawa #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #paperpanda kinktober #kinktober 2022

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joelsreligion · 9 months

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Don't Tell (part 2)┊ dbf!Joel x Reader

(a/n) I was working on this last night and it was literally 2am but I was so addicted to writing it I didn't wanna stop. I also suck at writing summaries cause I'm scared of spoilers so expect them to be VAGUE. AND I reread this chapter like 3-4 times to edit and I feel like it's all smut but the words are getting all jumbled together so I just stopped reading it and posted it as is :) Enjoyyyyy

(Summary) (9.8k) You go to Joels house to hangout with Sarah, and Joel drives you back home. You can't sleep and it's like, 1 am so, sleep deprivation.

(Warnings) f solo masturbation and fingering, nipple/boob..play? (idk what to call it), oral f receiving, teasing, sloppy kisses, some dirty talk, MINOR overstim, mention of pills/painkillers.

The next morning you woke up in your bed. You don’t know how you got here but you didn’t question it too much. The sun let in a delicate light through your window that soaked your skin in warmth. You propped yourself on your elbows and picked up your phone to check the time.

9:25 am

1 missed call from Dad

1 message from Dad

Fuck, I overslept. You went to your bathroom and did what you did every morning, brushed your teeth and washed your face. When you walked out of your bathroom and back into your bedroom, you were greeted by the same golden light you woke up to. You smiled at how cozy your bedroom looked with the light from outside pouring in. You opened your window to let in some fresh air and straightened your bed a little before you jumped back on it. You picked your phone back up and clicked on your dads missed call to return it. It rang for a couple seconds and then he picked up.

“Heyyy Goo’mornin’. ‘s a little late to be in bed no?” Your dad said mockingly.

“Yeah I know, I didn’t think I’d wake up this late.”

“Did’ya see the picture I sent?”

“Mmm no, hold on gimme a sec” You slid out of the phone call and clicked on the message from your dad. It was a picture of his breakfast. Across from your dads plate, you saw another plate of the same food and the torso of a broad and built man in a navy shirt. Immediately you knew it was Joel. Your eyebrows relaxed and your lips slightly parted as you felt the lump in your throat grow thick. Suddenly, you were very aware of how awakened you were. Your eyes scanned how conveniently his shirt gripped onto his chest and the slight glimpse of his hand gripping a coffee mug made your body tingle. You bit the inside of your cheek to try and suppress a blush just as you heard your dad speak.

“Jealous?” your dad taunted

What?

“What?” you asked, trying to sound more composed than you felt.

“The breakfast. Sarah got us some strawberries, juice, n some san’wiches. Woulda invited ya but you were dead asleep.”

“Oh..” you felt your posture relax a bit “.. yeah, extremely jealous. You’re at Joels then?” You laid back into your pillows and looked outside of your window.

“Yeah. He said you can come over later, we’re just hangin’ out, plannin’ the lake trip. Nothin’ much. ” You heard your dad chew from the other end of the call.

“Oh ok, cool. I’ll just get ready n meet you guys over there later then.” Your hand played with the ruffles of your pillow as you talked to your dad.

“Sounds good kid, see you later.”

“Alright, bye dad” You hung up the call, turned your phone off, and put it down next to you. You threw your head back and allowed the sun to hit your face and drape your chest. The warmness felt comforting and you wanted to sink even lower down into your bed. Your mind instantly went back to the picture of Joel you saw and you tried painting it from memory.

His neck looked soft yet stern and you felt like you knew what face he was making by the pull of his skin. Broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his sleeved shirt. The way his bicep flexed from the grip of the coffee cup. You followed the flex of his arm down to his fingers and tried to remember those the clearest. Thick, rough, calloused fingers holding onto the ceramic tan mug. The opposition was ironic.

You felt your pussy start to pulse and you toyed with your hand draped over your stomach. The outside wind brushed over your skin and your eyes remained closed to try and keep the picture in memory. You reached your hand down to your center and lightly rubbed circles over your underwear. You squeezed your mouth closed to keep a moan from escaping as you rubbed a little harder.

Fuck I’m wet

You were soaked over your underwear and you became desperate. You didn’t know how it happened so fast but you didn’t care. Your breath became heavier and your eyes squeezed harder as you kept rubbing. Your mouth formed a larger o as you rubbed harder and a little faster. Your breath was coming out in pants and you tried to grab onto as much air as you were letting out. You felt a squeeze in your pelvis as your orgasm began to build.

Fuck ohmygod. I wanna cum.

You thought about him. Joels face, and the way you felt when he locked his eyes on you. The way his dimples made your stomach feel hollow and how you felt when he hugged you for the first time in months. Your desperation became overwhelming and you felt annoyed at how your underwear seemed to be getting in the way. You slipped your hand under them and immediately felt how wet you were.

“Oh- fuck.” You let out a moan. You forgot about the fact that the window was open till you heard a car pass by. Honestly though, you didn’t really care. Your free hand slipped under your shirt and started to play with your nipples while your other hand made its way lower below your clit. You were so wet and so needy you felt empty. You needed something inside of you. You wanted to know how Joel would feel inside as he stretched you out and you rode him slowly. You wanted to go slowly till he begged for you to go faster. You felt yourself get wetter and you dripped a little on the inside of your thigh. You needed to hear him say things and feel him do things that you would be too embarrassed to even ask for, but you wanted it. So bad. You slipped a finger inside yourself to relieve some of the ache. Your other hand rolled your nipple between your fingers as your back arched and a whine left your throat.

“Ohmy- god. Oh fuck, please” you moaned. You were begging at nothing but you felt if you said it out loud, Joels voice might appear and tell you it was ok.

You took your hand out of yourself and rubbed your clit a little harder, bringing you closer to the edge. You slipped your hand back down and inserted two fingers. In and out, in and out, curling your fingers up to hit that spot that made you want to moan so loud you were sure anyone passing by would hear.

You thought about Joel walking in on you like this. What he might say, what he might do. Your orgasm kept building and you felt a squeeze in your muscles. You wondered if he would get hard at the thought of you rubbing yourself to him or if he might want to make you scream his name. You kept fucking yourself with your fingers, harder, and the sound of your wet, needy self filled the room. You imagined grinding on him above his jeans and feeling him get hard under you. That was. it. You took your fingers out and rubbed your clit till your body overcame with relief.

“Ohmy- fuck, ohmygod. Ohmygod. Holy shit. ” You were an octave away from your moans to be considered screams.

Your legs trembled as your hand stayed on your clit and your fingers squeezed your breasts as your breath leveled out.

Holy shit

You took a minute to recollect yourself and shamefully opened your eyes. You looked outside of the window and peered down onto the street to make sure no one was listening. No one was. You laid your head back down on your pillow and thought about just how you got yourself off to your bestfriends dad and about how you were expected to see him later today. You conferred one thing at least, these feelings for him were real. You didn’t know if they were romantic or purely sexual ones but you knew they were very much real and they just brought you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

This is so great. Sarcastic comments filled your head.

You got up off of your bed and laid out some clothes to put on. You spent a couple minutes debating but settled on some jeans and one of your dads old tshirts you sewed to fit you properly. You took a quick shower before you headed downstairs for some breakfast. You didn’t want anything heavy, you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to keep anything heavy down. You opted for a fruit smoothie and made your way over to your Joels home.

You were nervous. You didn’t know how to confront him after what you did.

Obviously he doesn’t know what I did. You reasoned. But what if he can tell…somehow? What if he can see it on my face how guilty I look or what if, god, what if he can sense it and he says something or..stop it. He doesn’t know, he won’t know, there’s no way he can know unless you tell him.

You turned the corner of your neighborhood and saw Joels home six houses down. You always admired the neighborhood. It was nice, quiet, properly taken care of, you always felt safe here. You’d spent a lot of your time as a kid playing in the street with Sarah and you could recall some memories in every place you looked.

You slowed down as you got closer to his house.

You were nervous. The guilt overwhelmed you and you didn’t have any more good feelings about the fact that you’d made yourself cum to the thought of him. You couldn’t even say anything about it. You needed to talk it out, repent felt like the right word. You swallowed down your remorse and walked up the driveway.

Your hands started to sweat and your clothes began to feel too tight. You shifted your feet slightly on the welcome mat and heard a lock click before you could even knock, then the door pulled open.

Joel opened the front door and smiled.

“Hey, just in time for dinner”

Dinner? The sun was still up. Did you lose track of time? How long were you-

“I’m kidding. It’s barely past noon. You took a while getting here.”

“Oh..” You felt slightly at ease. You began to breathe normally again and Joel moved back to give you enough room to enter. You wiped your feet on the mat and took a careful step inside. You couldn’t look at him, not without feeling bad about your thoughts. “..yeah sorry. I- um I got busy with something for a bit”

You felt your cheeks flush a light pink and you looked at the floor to try and hide it from him.

“Ah, don’t worry about it. You finished it?” He asked as he closed the door.

I know he didn’t mean the word ‘finished’ quite literally but it’s a little ironic he chose that word.

“Uhm, yeah. It wasn’t difficult just, you know, one of those things.” You tried looking up at him for a second. If you avoided eye contact he’d know something’s wrong. Your eyes traveled from his worn out, washed-too-many-times jeans up to the same navy shirt you saw in the picture. The same picture that made you not care whether your neighbors heard your moans or not and wonder what he’d feel like inside of you. You looked into his eyes and forced an innocent smile on your face.

“Alright, good.” He congratulated. Suddenly you were aware of the very little space between you two. His head was tilted down towards you and you were looking at him with admiration. God he’s beautiful. He smiled at you and began to walk back towards the kitchen. You froze a little in your place and then noticed no one was in the living room. You saw your dad sitting outside by the pool and heard noise coming from upstairs. You followed him lightly, trying not to make any noise for some reason.

“Sarah’s in her room. Hey why don’ you be a good girl n help me bring some of these snacks out. I’ll let ya go after n you can go hangout with Sarah.” He walked into the kitchen.

You watched the way his muscles were outlined through his shirt and barely noticed what he’d said until you repeated it in your head. Good girl? Your stomach dropped and you felt your center gently start to pulsate at the words. He barely said anything to me. Why am I, I’m- jesus Joel. Say it again. You blinked at him and tried to ignore the warmth below your jeans. You grabbed onto the countertop and glanced at the snacks laid out on it. He opened the fridge, grabbed a couple drinks, and turned to face you. Your eyes left the snacks and locked on him. The smoothness of his lips, the softness of his hair, his delicate skin glowing healthily in the reflection from the sun.

He smiled.

“You ok?” He asked. His eyebrows raised a little and there was a little pull at his lips. Not a smirk, something smaller. He tried hiding his contempt as best as he could just enough to make you question if you were misinterpreting what he’d said. It wasn't enough though, you noticed it. You blinked back to life and answered him.

“Yeah. Sorry, spaced out. Yeah I’ll take em out for you.”

Joel smiled. He didn’t move from his spot, he just looked at you. He watched the way your hands fumbled to grab the bags and how hard you tried to act normal. His smile faded and his face was hard to read now. You felt his eyes trace your body and you felt even more nervous. You loved the way his eyes felt on you though, like they were exploring and begging to touch you. You got a hold of the bags and looked up at him. You saw his jaw clench and his throat swallow when you got yourself under control.

“A’right. C’mon.” He nodded towards the door and you followed behind him.

You didn’t know what it was, but you swore something was different. The way he looked at you was taunting and you felt like he somehow did know what you did earlier. His eyes looked even deeper into yours, if that was possible, and he stared at you differently. I’m not imagining this, you tried to convince yourself. Why was he smiling at me like that? He’s never done that before. He didn’t speak, he just… stared. What if I ask him..I should ask him. He’s never called me that before. I should just-

“Hey Joel?” you called out from behind him.

“Yeah kid?”

Kid.

“Oh- uhm. Nothing . Nevermind.” He opened the back door and turned around to face you under the door frame.

“Ya sure?” He stared at you, a smirk creeping under his mustache.

He’s looking at me like that again.

“Yeah. Sure.”

He pursed his lips a little and gave you a head nod that said ‘whatever you say.’ Joel turned back around towards the pool and made way towards your dad. You greeted him, dropped off the bags, and excused yourself to go and find Sarah.

You walked back through the door, into the living room, and down a hallway until you reached the bottom of the stairs. You rushed up them and tried your hardest to get far away from Joel before you got the courage to say something you regretted. You made your way down into Sarahs room and knocked on her door.

“Yeah?” She yelled from inside

You creeked the door open and poked your head inside. She was laying on her bed while she threw a soccer ball against the wall and it bounced off with a deep thud. Her head turned at the sound of the door opening and when she saw you, she put the ball down and quickly got up.

“Heyyy you’re here!” She walked over to you with arms wide open and you opened the door fully to give into her embrace. You’ve probably hugged Sarah more than your dad by this point.

“Yeah sorry I’m late. Your dad had me help him with some bags downstairs”

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that. His age was starting to show I guess.” You both giggled and walked over to her bed where you both sat on the edge of it. You always liked Sarah’s room. It smelled like lavender and warmth. She had a bunch of pictures of her friends and her soccer team everywhere and her medals and trophies glowed when the sun hit them at a certain hour of the day. There was a new picture on her nightstand that held your attention. You grabbed the picture frame and stared at it. Joel was sitting on the couch next to Sarah with a shy smile on his face. He hated his picture being taken, you knew that about him. His legs were slightly opened and his arms extended across the top of the sofa behind him. Sarah was snuggled next to him with a bowl of chips on her lap. She was smiling and was about to feed herself just as the picture was taken.

“Oh, uncle Tommy took that a couple months ago. It’s corny, I know, but I kind of like it.” She took the picture frame from your hands and held it in hers. She stared at it with a smile on her face and eyes completely fixated on the image. Her thumb rubbed the frame back and forth and she set it back down on the table.

“No it’s cute. My dad and I don’t really have family pictures around the house. I think it’s nice though, you both look happy.” You tried to sound as normal as possible and hoped that she didn’t notice anything weird in your voice.

“Yeah..he’s been a little more stressed than usual. Works got him messed up, I guess. He takes jobs all the time and he’s barely home..leaves early and gets home late.” There was an awkward silence for a couple seconds but it felt like forever. Please change the topic. You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap and moved even further back into her bed to try and create empty noise to break the quiet. “Oh but I’m so excited for the trip this weekend. I think he’s excited too and he’ll get to take a break from the city for a bit. Sorry.. the conversation got kinda sad.”

You let out a breath and you both laughed. She turned around to look at you and for some reason that made both of you laugh a little.

The rest of the day went almost exactly like that. You guys talked about everything but also somehow, at the same time, you talked about nothing. She was never someone that judged you and you felt completely comfortable sharing your life with her. Just then when you were enjoying your time together, a quick thought of Joel flashed through your mind. You started to feel uneasy and a green emotion took over your body. It was everywhere. Your gut, your stomach. You felt embarrassed and so, so, so guilty. You didn’t like that you had these thoughts about her dad but you also knew you couldn’t help them. Somehow though, you felt like it was all your fault and that if she ever found out about any of it, she really wouldn’t be a fan.

You tried brushing the feelings off and distracted yourself with mindless gossip that she willingly put up. The sun had gone down and you didn’t notice until she said something.

“Do you wanna go down and check in with your dad?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah it’s getting kind of late. What time is- 10:30? Already?”

“Texas time works differently I guess”

“Yeah... huh? What does..that mean.” You looked at her expecting a reasonable answer but she shrugged her shoulders and gave you a blank stare.

“Oh.” You answered “Yeah maybe I should leave. I think you need to go to bed.”

Sarah snickered to herself and followed you as you walked over to her door. You both walked downstairs into the living room and saw something you’ve only ever seen once before. Your dad was passed out on the couch with his pants unbuttoned, shirt slightly rolled up, and his arms splayed out on either side of him. He looked..so out of it.

“Hey girls” Joel semi whispered from the kitchen.

Jesus Christ. You jumped a little, held your breath, and squinted towards the sound of the voice.

He startled you a bit and the dim lights in the house made it easier for him to hide in the kitchen. You’d forgotten about him for a while when you were up with Sarah but hearing his voice made the soreness between your thighs creep back in without warning. He had a cup of water in his hand while he walked over and stopped in front of you.

“Haven’ seen ’im drink like that before. Think he was excited you were finally home and spending time with us.” He brought the cup to his lips and you watched him chug the water down. The air was hot, tight in your throat. His eyes stayed on you the entire time he drank it. Your eyes alternated their attention between his stare, his lips, and his throat swallowing it all down. Your throat felt dry and your body felt hot. You forced yourself to answer and give him a nonchalant response.

“Yeah, he never passes out like that. Should I wake him up to-” Joel cut you off.

“No no no, it’s alright. Let ‘im sleep there n I’ll drive 'im back home to you tomorrow mornin’. You need a ride back home orr-”

Sarah intervened. “Dad. Come on. It’s almost 11. She could get eaten out there by coyotes or something. Give her a ride.” You let out a breath and smiled shyly.

“No you don’t need to it’s ok. It isn’t that far, I can walk.”

Take me home Joel. Please.

“Yeah but if ya do get eaten your dad’s gonna feed me to the coyotes. C’mon, I’ll take you. Sarah I’ll be back in a minute alrigh’?”

“Yeah it’s cool. Bye guys!”

Sarah waved you both off and closed the door behind Joel as you made your way to his truck. You got into the passenger seat, buckled yourself up, and he got in and started the car. The moments out of his driveway and down the street were quiet but your thoughts were loud. You wanted to ask him about what he said earlier but you started second guessing yourself and lost the courage to say anything. It was excruciatingly annoying how you couldn’t get it out of your head though and for some reason, you felt like he knew you wanted to ask him something.

What if he really just said it casually and it doesn’t mean anything? Jesus what if he doesn’t even remember what he said? He’s gonna think I’m weird for remembering it when it meant nothing to him.

“Hey can I ask you something?” The words spilled from your lips before you had any chance to think things through.

“Yeah ‘course. What’s up?”

Shit, no I didn’t mean to say that.

“Oh, uhm- nevermind. I just remembered something. Sorry”

He turned his head to look at you and you looked back at him. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but closed it immediately after and quickly took in your face before averting his attention back to the road. You watched him look out into the street until he said something again.

“A’right.”

That’s it. Cold and clean. No emotion or tell behind the word and yet, you held onto it like it was the answer to the question you were looking for.

Joel turned onto your street in silence and not long after he decided to speak again.

“Hey do you have my number?”

“Uhm, what? Why- No. I don’t think so, no.”

“Alrigh’. Here, I’ll give it to you just incase I need to update you about your dad or somethin’.” He pulled up in front of your house and set the car in park. He ripped off a piece of an old napkin he had in his cup holder and grabbed a pen from his dashboard to write it down. You unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out of the car and waited for him to finish writing.

“Here ya go.” He handed you the crinkled napkin and you looked down at his penmanship. How does a contractor have shitty writing. They’re numbers. That’s all he writes. “I’ll text you if there’s anything you need to know about your dad. If you need anything let me know ok?”

“How are you gonna text me?” You looked at him dazed and he looked at you like you’d just asked the dumbest question he’s ever heard but he smiled enough for his dimple to appear.

“With..my phone?” His head tilted a little to the left. A smile came on your face when you realized he didn’t understand what you were asking.

“No I mean, you’re giving me your number. How are you gonna text me if you don’t have my number” His face relaxed and he let out a minor laugh.

“I do have your number” Your ears perked up.

“Since when?”

“Your dad gave it to me a couple months ago to wish you a happy birthday. I was so fucked from work I couldn’t even remember what day of the week it was and your birthday just passed me by. Sorry kid.”

“Oh” You stared at him for a couple seconds and looked back down at the napkin. “Ok well, yeah thanks. Let me know if he wakes up or anything.”

You closed the car door and took a couple steps back while he rolled the window down.

“Will do. You let me know if you need anything yeah?”

“Yeah. Thanks Joel.” You gave him a smile and walked to your door. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked up the driveway and the sensation made your knees want to give in. He waited for you to get in the house so he could drive away.

Inside your home, you quickly made your way up the stairs. You felt relieved and safe to be back here where you knew Joel wasn’t around. Not that you didn’t feel safe in his house, that wasn’t it, it was just a different type of safe. Over there you knew you were protected in the sense that he’d never let anything happen to you. Here, you felt secure in the sense that you couldn’t accidentally say or do anything to him because, well, he wasn’t here.

You walked into your bedroom and changed out of your dads old shirt into a warm, cotton tank you’d bought solely for the purpose of sleeping in. It was your favorite shirt and it hugged you with the perfect amount of squeeze that made you feel comfortable. It was soft and velvety and you looked good in it. You took off your jeans and stayed in your underwear while you jumped into your bed and nuzzled under the sheets. You eased your body on your mattress and allowed yourself to relax and breathe in some air.

Your mind was busy with different thoughts and you felt like you couldn’t shut them off. It was a long day, it felt longer than most days. Talking with Sarah helped pass time quicker but the moment you saw Joel or were even within 10 feet of him, you felt like time was moving slower and playing games with you. It was barely past 11 and your mind wouldn’t shut off.

I need to go to sleep.

You laid on your back for a couple minutes trying to fall asleep but you couldn’t. You rolled over to one side and then the other and forced your eyes shut.

You were like that for a while; forcing your eyes shut, pleading your brain to take a break, and turning from one side to the other under your covers.

What the hell. Go to bed.

You couldn’t. The night was passing by but you weren’t getting sleepy and you felt like your body didn’t have any intention of getting tired anytime soon. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and checked the time.

12:47 am

You put your phone back down on the nightstand and flipped the covers off of you to get out of bed. You stood on your rug and stared at the numbers on your phone.

12:48 am

Ohmygod. At this point you were frustrated. You wanted to sleep. You needed to go to bed. You felt the sleep deprivation kick in and your head started pounding. Your eyes started to hurt and you were starting to lose all sense of logic. You stared at your phone until the light dimmed into a black screen behind the piece of glass. Your eyes scanned the rest of your nightstand and your attention was tunneled on the old napkin with writing that resembled hieroglyphs more than numbers.

I could. He said I could.

The lack of sleep gave you an ignorant boost of confidence and you suddenly felt like it was a justified idea. You got back into bed under the covers and grabbed your phone and the napkin from your nightstand. You put his number in your contacts and stared at the call and message options below his name. Your heart sped up a bit and you felt a little nervous. Your sleep deprivation kicked in again though, and the sudden boost of confidence overrode the anxious feelings. Before you thought about which one to do, your finger tapped the call button. The ringing sounds fully woke you up and you realized what you were doing. You had a split second feeling of panic and immediately pressed the ‘end call’ button.

What am I doing. What was I even gonna say. It’s 1 in the morning I just need to go to bed. My god but I CAN’T.

You were basically fighting yourself in your head and you were getting annoyed with it. You put your phone down in front of you and you rubbed your eyes. As your eyes tried readjusting to the darkness of your room, your phone started vibrating and it flashed on. Joels name appeared on the screen and you just stared at it for a couple seconds.

Jesus christ. What am I gonna say? Why did I call him? Shit. Fuck. Shit, I need to answer.

You answered the call and put it on speaker.

“Hey are you ok?” His voice was deeper than usual but he didn’t sound tired. You were a little taken back by the gravely smooth tone of it and you hated that now, when you had to say something, your mind went blank and you could only focus on his voice.

“Yeah. Sorry about that I was just.. making sure your number worked”

Ohmygoddddd whatttt. Stupid lie. Awful lie. There’s no way he believes that.

There was a small silence from the phone before he spoke.

“You thought I gave you a fake number? And you decided to test it at 1 in the mornin’?” It wasn’t a condescending question but your nerves made you feel otherwise. He genuinely sounded a little confused but the embarrassment that you felt was making you blind to that.

“No just, well, you told me to call if I needed anything and my head was killing me but we don’t have any medicine or..painkillers so. And I can’t sleep.” You tried to sound as normal as you could.

“Oh yeah no problem. I think we got some downstairs, I’ll bring ‘em over t’you righ’ now just give me a couple minutes ok?”

“Yeah no worries, take your time. Uh, hey Joel?” your voice trailed off a bit.

“Yeah?”

“Did I wake you up?”

“Nah. Was watchin’ some tv n finishin’ up some work.” You could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke.

“Oh ok. Good. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Yeah, see you in a bit.”

You hung up the phone and turned it off.

Ohmygod! Ohmygod he’s coming over.. You felt like a schoolgirl with a crush. You were excited before some logic creeped in. Ohmygod. He’s coming over. You panicked a little but you didn’t have the energy to sustain your worry. Ok, whatever, it’s fine. He’s been to the house before, it’s no big deal. The logic left as quickly as it came and you decided to live in ignorance instead. Any unsupportive thought that could’ve convinced you this was a bad idea was long gone. Instead, it seemed like an exciting idea and the possibility in the air was electrifying. Even though the logical side of your brain wasn’t working, you knew these feelings were credited to your sleep deprivation.

You shifted in place and your underwear rubbed between your center. You were suddenly aware of the tingling warmth between your legs and your excitement started to build up. You stayed in bed and looked out the window waiting to see his truck pull into your driveway. It didn’t take long, maybe 10 minutes at most. As soon as you saw his truck, you kneeled by the window and felt a desperate ache between your legs. Your confidence was intense and you don’t remember the thought process, but you convinced yourself to go downstairs in just your shirt and underwear. You got out of bed and walked downstairs. You heard the low hum of his truck being silenced and made your way down to the kitchen as you heard him knock on your front door. The kitchen was lit only by the little light on the hood above the stove and the distant light from your porch.

You walked to the door and opened it halfway. You knew if any of your neighbors were awake and looking at you right now, they'd probably be able to see every part of you.

“Hey I brou-what are you-” He pushed you inside the house and tried covering your body with his silhouette as he closed the door behind you. You stumbled back a bit and tried to keep your balance.

“Why are you not wearing any clothes?” His eyes were fighting to stay on yours. You could see the effort in the depth of his eyes and his jaw became rigid.

“I am. It’s what I sleep in and it’s like, 1 in the morning”

Joel stared at you trying to make sense of your argument. He blinked slowly and his lip twitched at your reasoning. He didn’t expect you to put on layers upon layers of clothing, but he also most definitely did not expect you to be borderline naked in front of him.

“Uh, ok just-” Joel walked around you, trying to keep his distance, and headed for the counter. His back was to you and he stood there with his head down trying to waste time by staring at the pills he brought you. He wasn’t reading the label, he couldn’t even think, he was just wasting time trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. You took in the muscles of his back and the way his shoulders stretched out the light gray sleeves on his sleeping shirt. His back rose a little every time he took a breath and the angle of his head left the back of his neck exposed to your sight. The darkness in the room made him seem more threatening and you wanted to go up behind him and ease him down.

“Here. Take one and- you should be ok. If your head still hurts in the mornin’ then tell your dad n maybe he can take you to the doctors or somethin’.” He didn’t move. His voice was cold and your stomach did a little summersault at the lack of emotion he was expressing. He didn’t turn to look at you, he didn’t even lift his head off of the bottle. His body went still and so did yours.

First he looks at me weird and now he can’t look at me at all. Shit maybe, maybe I misread the looks, if there were even any ‘looks.’ Jesus Christ.

“Joel look at me.” You took a small step forward and his head straightened at the sound of your foot shuffling closer but he still didn’t turn around. You looked at his hands as they gripped the counter a little tighter. “What’s wrong?” You wanted him to say something.

You really didn’t know what was wrong. I mean, you had a guess, but you desperately wanted to be mistaken. You didn’t even want to think about how hurt you’d feel if you found out you’d misinterpreted his looks.

“Did I do something? I don’t-”

“Why am I here?” His head tilted a little to the side and he stared at the floor. You took in the side of his face and your heart dropped at the sight of his features. His voice had some more emotion to it this time but it wasn’t the tone that you wanted.

“What do you me- to..deliver some pills”

“So why are you dressed like that?” His voice was stern.

“Joel turn around and look at me, I’m not gonna talk to your back.” You surprised yourself a little with how rough that came out.

He didn’t move for a second but then he did what you asked. He turned around, leaned his lower back on the counter, and took the same stance he had yesterday when your dad was grilling. His eyes didn’t look anywhere except for your face and you felt your heart pick up it’s speed when his arms crossed over his chest.

“Now answer my question.” He demanded. Suddenly you didn’t like the way he was making you feel. You felt incompetent, belittled, you felt like you were getting a lecture from your dad for doing something you weren’t supposed to. So you decided to fight back.

You took another step forward and watched his eyes plead with yours. You had a feeling he was trying to act tougher than he felt and this gave you a boost of confidence.

“Ok, fine. I’ll answer your question after you answer mine.”

He stared at you.

“What.” He said. It wasn’t a question, he was telling you to say what you had to say so he could get an answer to what he wanted. You didn’t think he’d agree to answer though.

Shit. Ok, breathe. Breathe and just say it. You also tried looking tougher than you felt.

“Why did you call me that at your house earlier?”

“Call you wh-”

You took another step forward. Your movements made him clench his jaw and he took in a seething breath through his teeth.

“You know what.” If you took another step forward you would be able to touch him, but you didn’t move. You stood your ground and continued to speak. “You called me a good girl and then you-” Your eyes trailed up and down his body until they met his eyes again “-you kept looking at me like-”

“Like what.” His words were taunting, like they were daring you to speak your mind but you felt too timid to do it. There was silence for a couple of seconds before you spoke without thinking about your words too much.

“You kept looking at me like you wanted to fuck me Joel.”

Your words caught him off guard. He didn’t think you’d actually say it. Joel opened his mouth to say something but closed it instead.

“Jesus christ I can’t do this right now.” He pushed off of the island and walked to the other side of it. He put his elbows down on the cold marble and buried his face in his hands. You didn’t move, but you wanted to. You wanted to hug him and tell him it would be ok and that he didn’t need to stress out because nobody would have to know a thing.

You pushed any feeling of guilt you might've had out of your mind and walked over to him. You put a hand on his shoulder and rubbed it back and forth until he stood up straight and looked down to you.

“Why’d you look at me like that?” Your voice was a low whisper and your eyes were genuine. “Why’d you look at me like that if you were gonna act like this?”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“To what? To look at me like that or pretend you haven’t thought about fucking me.”

His eyes changed. There was a flicker of pity in them and you were thinking that this might’ve just been a huge mistake. You were regretting everything you’d said and the decision to even call him in the first place. You were barely aware of it but your eyes were slightly glossy with the formation of tears. You didn’t want to cry so you blinked them back but he saw your struggle.

“No- hey. C’mere” He tapped the marble and put his hands on your waist to help you get on it. It happened so fat you had no choice but to follow his lead. You sat there studying his face trying to figure out what he was gonna say next, but you couldn’t. His hands didn’t leave your body and instead they made their way down to the outside of your thighs. Even though his hands were rough, his touch was soft. You opened your legs to give him room to be closer to you. His hands were electrifying and you felt immediate warmth take over your body. Your core was tingling and your nipples hardened at the realization that he was touching you. You wanted so badly to have him right there. On the counter where you’ve had breakfast with him and everyone else. The same place where you’ve had birthday pictures taken with the cake your dad bought you and where you cooked for all of them on the occasional special moments. It was filthy how turned on you got when you looked at him. How you wanted to make him fill you up and groan your name. You wanted every place to be tainted with dirty secrets only you and him knew and you wanted to make him feel good. There was no more guilt in you.

Joel looked into your eyes before putting his forehead on yours and moving his thumbs from one side to the other.

“I can’t baby. I can’t, you’re my daughters bestfried. You’re my bestfriend's daughter. And you’re just a-”

“Do not say I’m a kid. Please don’t say it..because I’m not.”

You took your head off of his and looked at him with a fire that demanded respect.

“I’m grown Joel. I have a brain and I can make my own choices.” Your words came out a little harsher than you wanted them to so you took a moment before speaking again. “I want you. I want you and I know you’ve at least thought about me once Joel, just-”

You lowered your hands onto his and moved them to the top of your thighs. Your breath picked up a bit and your nipples poked through your shirt even more. Your pussy was tingling and you could feel how wet you were from having him between your legs.

“Please. Please just..touch me.”

One of Joels’ hands moved to the back of your neck while the other stayed on your thigh. He brought his lips up to your forehead and kissed it gently, then he moved his hand down to your waist and put his forehead on yours again.

“I-baby I don’t know if-”

You kissed him. You couldn’t take his excuses anymore and you felt how badly he wanted to do it so you just took the jump. He didn’t fight you. He deepened the kiss and moved his hand from your neck to your jaw and guided you into it. His kiss was hard. Your arms rested on his shoulders and your hands were intertwined with his hair. His hand that was on your thigh moved to your lower back and he pulled you closer into him. Your legs spread a little wider at the sudden pull and you felt more vulnerable now. More desperate.

The kiss became messy. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and his hand moved back down to your neck with a little added pressure. The arm that was around your back was making its way between your legs and massaging your thigh, each second it got closer to your aching pussy. You moaned into his mouth and played with his hair like you were looking for something. You were. You were looking for relief, pleasure, for his touch that you'd thought about and for him to admit that he’d wanted this too. Though, the fact that he didn’t pull away from you was enough to tell you that he had thought about it.

“Mmm. Please..Joel. Touch me I ne-” You moaned into his mouth and his thumb lightly brushed over your underwear. He didn’t apply any pressure at all to relieve some of the desperate pain, instead he barely rubbed his thumb over your clit. His mouth took in all your noises and you felt a fire light in your lower stomach.

“Tell me what you need baby, huh? What d’you need.” He pulled his mouth away from yours and looked into your eyes. You took your hands off his shoulders and put them behind you for support. They propped you up and your body was leaning back while you looked at him. He rubbed circles a little harder and slightly faster this time and your head tilted back at the slight feeling of pressure.

“I need you- I need you to make me, fuck, I want- fuck Joel your fingers feel good” You could barely get a sentence out. Your chest was moving with your breath, heavy from irritation. He knew what he was doing. He wanted to hear you tell him what you wanted. He wanted you to crumble under his touch and beg him to make you cum. You didn’t want to give in but you didn’t know how long you could wait him out.

His fingers reached a little lower to your opening and he rubbed harder now. Your hips were slightly thrusting into his hand looking for a harder form of pressure. He looked at you through dark hooded eyes and smiled.

“You were right y’know.” You looked at him and bit your lip to try and stop any moans from coming out. “I have thought about it. Ever since I caught you staring at me like that from your living room, I’ve thought about you n makin’ you say my name like this.”

You let out a breath and moved back on the counter. Your feet came up on it too and you spread your knees wider trying to give him more access. This was your way of silently begging him to do more.

“Fuck. Baby you..” His hands rested on your knees and he leaned down to kiss your neck.

“You’re a dirty...” He kissed your collarbone. “..girl”

“You’re wet for me.” He spoke softly, his hot breath colliding with your warm skin giving you goosebumps. He slowly kept moving down your body but you didn’t say anything. You just looked at him. You looked at his hair, his nose, the muscles on his back, you glanced at his hands and studied every part of him. He looked up at you and met your stare. He smiled and looked away from your eyes to give his attention back to your body. He lowered his head even more to the skin exposed between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your underwear. He put a kiss on the left side and your body shivered at the touch. He looked up at you and moved to the right to give you another kiss without breaking the eye contact. His right hand moved from your knee to your waist and he held you with a tough grip that made you suck in a breath. You didn’t say anything though. The touch made up for the lack of attention between your legs so you accepted it and tried to fulfill your need that way.

“I meant it when I said that, at my house”

He did remember.

“Watching you get nervous..” His head lowered right above your underwear. “I knew something was different, but you didn’t say anything.”

“Oh you’re so cocky” You couldn’t take it anymore. You spoke. His head hovered in place and he looked at you with an arrogant smirk.

“Yeah. But only cause now I know how I make you feel.”

You put all your weight on one of your elbows and reached your hand down into his hair. You brushed his head softly and this was the first time you noticed how soft his hair was to your touch.

“Show me then.” You looked deeper into him. Pleading, teasing, you provoked him. “Show me how you can make me feel”

Your words fueled him. There was a new sparkle in his eyes and he lowered his head down more without looking away from you. He lightly licked the wet spot on your underwear and you bit your bottom lip. Your body shivered and you were silently, mindlessly, begging him to do it again.

He moaned lowly and licked you another time “Mmm, you taste good.” You reached your hand away from his hair and hooked your finger to the spot he was licking. You wanted to take your underwear off but you didn’t want to go through the trouble so you pulled them aside.

“Please.” That was all you said. That was all you had to say. He licked you slightly and felt how wet you were on his tongue.

“Fuck baby. Lay down.” His voice was stern and you didn’t want to argue. You laid your back down on the marble and he put his hands on the underside of your thighs. His hands pushed your legs up and they looked for stability on his shoulders. His arms wrapped around the crease in your thighs as he buried his face in you and started to eat you. You knew what the look in his eye was now. It was hunger. He was starving. He wanted to have you shivering at his presence and have you praying for his touch.

He worked deeper into your clit and then licked up and down. His tongue searched for your wetness and he moaned into you when he found it.

“Oh- fuck Joel. Ohmygod please..” you were panting “..that feels good please keep- don’t stop”

He moaned into you when he heard you beg and your pussy trembled. His stubble was brushing your skin but you didn’t mind it. With the desperation you felt, it was just another means to getting you off.

“Fuck, princess, you taste so good.” The nickname made your stomach fall and your hips rocked on the counter. His grip on your thighs tightened and he pulled you closer to him, trying to get deeper in you. His nose collided with your clit and one of your hands moved to your breasts while the other stayed on his hair. You massaged your nipples and let out a deep groan from the orgasm that you felt building on your core.

“Joel I’m- shit, I’m-”

“I know baby, I know, relax ok. Just hold on a little bit more and then you can cum.”

“God Joel you’re- ohmygod” Your pressure was threatening to go over the edge and you knew you were close. You opened your thighs wider and his hands gripped you harder. You thrusted along his face chasing your release and your breath quickened with how close you were. His right hand let go of your thigh and reached up to play with your breasts and bring you closer. He pinched your nipple and rolled it between his fingers; it made you let out a low desperate squeal and you were close. So very close.

"Joel I- I can't. Please" You were frantic.

“God, mmm you're so- baby I want you to cum ok. You’re being such a good girl, you taste so good, I need you to- fuck..” He couldn’t stay away from you. He went back into your pussy and licked you hard until you couldn’t take it anymore. He set his lips around your clit and sucked in a little. That was all you could take. Your legs stiffened and they slightly squeezed closer together. Your hand on your nipple squeezed your breast and your hand on his hair tugged a little too hard you were scared you were hurting him. Your moans filled the kitchen and in this moment you were so happy your dad was passed out drunk at Joels house.

“Ohhhh- Fuck.. Joel I’m- ” You couldn’t form words. You let out moans and breathes that displayed your buildup and you held his head between your thighs. Your pussy tingled from your orgasm and your hand that was massaging your breast moved to his hand that was on your nipple.

His tongue had completely stopped moving when you were coming down from your release but just as you started to lower your legs, his tongue began working again. He licked you slowly and it played with your clit very carefully. His teasing made you sit up quickly and put one hand on his chest to try and push him again. You were still panting trying to come down from what just happened when you pushed him. He smiled at you and let out a small breathy laugh.

“What? It’s too much?” He taunted you. You hated that your mess gave him confidence but if you knew you made him feel the way he just made you feel, you’d be cocky too.

You looked at him a little embarrassed and forced a smile to ease your nervousness.

“Yeah. It’s too much.”

“So I did good then. I showed you how I can make you feel?” He stepped closer to the counter and opened your legs to stand between them. He gave you a peck on your lips and you licked at your wetness he put on your lips.

“Yeah..” you smiled “..you did”

“Good.” He looked satisfied with himself. “So you found out my number works.”

You smiled and looked down to his jeans and noticed the fully grown bulge begging to be let out. You suddenly felt empty again and you marveled at how big he looked in the piece of denim. He noticed you staring and tilted your head up with his finger under your chin so his eyes could meet yours. He put another kiss on your lips and stepped back.

“I should get going.”

“What? No I didn’t-”

“You don’t need to princess, it’s ok. That’s not what I came over here for.”

“No but I-”

“Next time yeah? We can solve that issue next time.” He wouldn’t let you speak. He kept cutting you off in that low sweet voice and you stared at him, blankly.

“You- So you want there to be a next time?” He stared at you with a smile and blinked. He looked up and down your figure and took in the mess that he left.

“I want there to be a lot of next times.” He gave you a soft smile and your stomach jumped at the realization of what he was saying. “But I need to go. ‘m sorry baby but if Sarah wakes up and sees that I’m not home I don’t know what to tell her.”

Your mouth closed and you gave him a little nod, barely noticeable. This was your way of silently agreeing with him, but he didn’t want to leave. His eyes were glued to you and how you looked fucked out even though you weren’t fucked at all. Your hair was tousled and your shirt was unevenly hugging your torso.

“I’ll see you tomorrow alright?” He forced himself to break eye contact and walk towards the door.

“Tomorrow?” Your head followed his walk and you were confused about what’d be taking place tomorrow. You watched his hair, messy and darker now that he was walking through hazy shadows. He’s not even out of the house yet and you already miss his touch.

He reached the door, put a hand on the knob and turned around to look at you.

“Yeah. Oh tha’s right, he couldn’ tell you. Tomorrow we’re goin’ up to the lake house.”

You jumped off the counter, walked over to the side of the island, and leaned back on it like he was doing earlier. Your head tilted slightly down and you gave him a look. His head tilted to the side and he laughed a little. A low, deep, throaty whisper of a laugh that made your heart flutter.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” His voice was soft and seductive. He knew exactly why you were looking at him like that.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to be in a house with you for the weekend? Considering….you know..”

He smirked.

“No idea what you’re talkin’ ‘bout princess.” His eyes undressed you from 15 feet away and the only thing you could do to hide your excitement was smile. His hand turned the knob and he made his way to the other side of the door. Before he closed it, he poked his head in and said “Good night beautiful” with the most stunning smile that made your breath hitch in your throat. He closed the door but then opened it a second later to say one last thing.

“Don’t tell your dad.” He looked at you, totally playfully and he knew you had no intention of telling anyone anything.

“No idea what you’re talking about Joel.” He smiled and closed the door again. You smiled to yourself and walked over to the counter where remnants of you and him were barely evident. You cleaned up the area you had been in and went upstairs to try and get some sleep before you had to wake up in a few hours. You fell asleep with excitement plastered all over your face and your cheeks cramping from your smile.

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