Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) X Reader | Part. 3

Good Girl Gone Bad (Javier Peña x Reader)

A/N: Heyyy, another Javier Peña thristy fanfiction for you!!! Now heads up for initial details I noted people appreciate:

Word count: 4.3K

Disclaimers: it’s a female Reader x Javier story, +18 (very explicit scenes ahead guys) 🌶️🔥👄💦, unprotected p in v, tinges of sub Javi and breeding kink!!!

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Javier seized the burning sensation from the freshly brewed coffee down his throat as he took a big gulp from his mug, as if the bitter liquid was going to turn off his mind from all the work he had to do for at least a few seconds. His eyes scanned the big piles of files around him, the full ashtray almost falling off the front border of his table and next to the telephone he’d left off the receiver on purpose.

DEA staff ran up and down their office talking on the phone, receiving and printing new information from loud fax machines, typewriters keys clicking annoyingly loud, both English and Spanish being spoken all the time. For an ordinary person who wasn’t used to such a busy dynamic it was a maddening environment itself, not to mention the main part of their job, which was chasing after narcos.

Javier knew all their faces and names, but he was under such stress he just didn’t care to engage in any kind of small talk conversations with his coworkers anymore, and day after day he understood the wallflower that sat in the farthest corner of the office, just doing her job like a horse on a winker.

He knew she worked there for a while now, but all the knowledge he had about her was her name and that she was a great investigator. She was so quiet the only times he’d heard her voice was when someone greeted her and she greeted them back. At first Javier thought she was a weirdo, but now not only he admired her invisibility and discretion, but also understood why she wanted to be left in peace in a corner just doing her job.

The fact that she was a beautiful woman didn’t go unnoticed by him of course, even without ever seeing her smile, but she kept herself shut to any contact with anyone in that place he just didn’t dare to bother the peace she seemed to hold and he envied so much.

Sadly his position in the DEA didn’t allow him to have that luxury, after all, he was The Javier Peña.

Hours flew by and by the time Javier broke his attention away from the files in front of him, he realized it was dark outside and he was alone in the building again.

He knew he still had endless work to do for the day, but he’d had enough, his head would explode if he spent another night in that office, he needed to leave and blow off some steam.

“Fuck this shit”

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Grabbing his car keys, Javier left the empty DEA office and drove mindlessly around the city looking for the first place that would grab his attention enough to drag him inside.

Tonight he wasn’t looking for a hooker to spend a few hours by his side, if he wanted that he’d just head home and call one of his contacts and get it over with.

He wanted something different, something cheerful and with heavy drinks, he desperately needed to forget his job and all the shit he had to deal with everyday just for a few hours.

A club with big pink neon lights adorning its name caught his attention as he parked his vehicle on the side of the street, the loud reggaeton beats coming from the inside drawing him in as he made his way to the entrance.

Just as he stepped inside he was swallowed by a sea of sweaty and drunken people dancing, twerking, grinding on each other, hands all over the place, allowing the sensual and captivating beat to take over their bodies and desires.

It was perfect for what Javier needed at that moment.

He made his way through the crowd to one of the bars, checking out a few asses on his way there, feeling more comfortable and confident as he received some flirtatious glances in his direction.

With an ice cold beer in hand he checked out the dance floor in front of him once again, but this time a woman in a dark pink skin tight dress caught his attention. He hadn’t seen her face yet as she had her back turned in his direction, but the way she swayed her hips and how that tantalizingly short dress hugged her body in all the right places made his mouth water at the sight. He couldn’t help but wonder how she would look like moving like that on his dick, riding him in a reverse cowgirl position with that juicy ass and bouncy hips. The thought alone made his jeans feel tighter on himself.

Javier took a larger gulp of his beer as he got ready to approach her, ready to use all of his charm and unfailing game with women in hopes to be the one to take her home tonight.

But as soon as she turned in his direction, his jaw dropped when he realized the woman he was lusting on was the wallflower from the DEA, the one that no one knew nothing about other than her name and the info on her files, held a naughty smile on her face as she danced in the most provocative way possible, dragging not only Javier’s but many other men’s attention, and she knew it, she meant it.

Every now and then men tried to approach her to dance with her and maybe get a little taste, but she ditched them all gracefully. She didn’t want them. She wanted to feel desired and lusted on, but for her the real fun was in taking the candy out of their mouths, which was drawing them in like a mermaid, to then ditch them off like nothing.

The new discovery only encouraged Javier to take his shot with her. He was well aware that working with her could be both a leverage or a weakness, and there was only way he could find out.

She hadn’t seen him yet, the dim and colorful flickering lights over her didn’t allow her to see faces clearly from a certain distance, so he used that to watch her, waiting for the perfect window to go after her.

And just as she left the dance floor to the bar at the other side of the club the window was open.

“Good girl only during business hours?” Javier purred in her right ear just as she rested her forearms on the counter.

He didn’t miss the way his low voice caused goosebumps on her skin, the thin hairs on her arms standing immediately as he got by her side on the counter, waiting for her answer as she displayed a sly smirk on her plush lips.

“What makes you think I’m not a good girl full time?” She batted her eyelashes, a challenging glimmer in her orbs as her eyes traveled from his brown ones to his mouth, watching him lick his lips for a second as he seemed to get lost in his sinful thoughts for a moment.

Taking him off guard, she rested her right hand on his chest and slid her index finger over the first sets of buttons of his cream shirt, opening the them skillfully in a swift motion, revelaving part of his tanned and smooth chest, the light touch of her fingertip being enough to make his heart race.

“I like you better that way” The playful smirk never leaving her lips “Charming”

“Charming enough to buy you a drink?”

“I like shots better”

Javier was now by her side, right elbow propped on the counter as he signaled the bartender for two shots of tequila. He put two shot glasses in front of them along with a salt cellar and served them a small plate with pieces of lime, producing the bottle containing the golden liquid for last.

“Leave the bottle” He demanded just as the bartender finished filling the glasses.

They put salt on their hands, licked it and downed their first shot, the section of lime coming right after to soothe the bitter oaky punch, the alcohol instantly warming up their bodies.

“How did you find me here?” She asked, running her thumb in the corner of her lips to clean off the excess of lime juice.

“Are you upset about that, cariño?”

He faked a pout.

“Well…” She paused, pretending to be thinking deeply about the answer “I’m actually glad you found me”

“Is that so? Mind telling me why?”

“If you play my cards right, might as well show you” She teased him, pouring them another round of tequila.

“Then teach me how to play them”

They took their second round of tequila, but this time their eyes never broke their contact, a silent dispute of power between them, hunters hunting one another, testing each other to see how far their teasing would go, who would lose the battle and give in first.

Javier was both amused and tempted.

Amused because he still couldn’t believe that in front of him, challenging him, was the shy reserved woman from the DEA, claws out and ready to attack.

Tempted because she was the temptation herself. But Javier was a competitive man and he wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Do you dance, Mr. Peña?”

“Javi” He corrected “You’ll have to find out by yourself”

“I’ll take my chances”

She winked and handed him another shot, both of them sinking it fast, the spicy-woody liquid didn’t even burn their throats anymore as their bodies already felt like in flames, not only from the alcohol, but also from the heated exchange between them as every second, every word, every glance felt like electric shocks, like adding fuel to the fire.

Javier waited for her to give the next move as she sized him up, the smug look on her face making clear she had nothing but bad intentions in her mind, and oh boy how he wanted to get into her trouble.

“Come on”

She hooked her index finger in one of his pant’s belt loops and pulled him, the sudden move making Javier jolt forward, his body halting less than an inch away from hers, a dangerously short distance separating them as she watched amused his surprised reaction over her small stunt.

Colorful lights beamed over them as they were now in the middle of the dance floor, a loud song with heavily provocative beats and lyrics guiding their bodies, her arms resting loosely around his neck and one of his hands keeping her close by the end of her back as they danced together, their hips moving in sync, up close, almost intimate, but never brushing against each other, one of his legs strategically positioned between hers as they swayed sensually.

She slid one of her hands down his chest seductively, but this time, he was the one in control.

The hand on her back slid to her waist and spun her around, his hands now keeping her in place and practically locked against his body by her lower belly and waist, her ass now rolling irresistibly close to his crotch.

Javier loved how her skin reacted to the way he manhandled her, goosebumps all over as she bit her bottom lip and threw her head back, leaning against his shoulder as she let herself get lost in her own lustful thoughts for a moment, the suggestive lyrics only adding to her imagination.

Taking advantage of her exposed neck, Javier got intoxicated by her smell, the jasmine and warm notes of cocoa overpowered his senses as his lips traced the sensitive skin towards her ear, the light touch of his lips along with his mustache intensifying the goosebumps she still hadn’t recovered from yet.

“Am I up to your expectations?” He whispered in her ear, his lips moving just above her lobe. His teasing affected her more than she’d like to admit.

They lost track of the time they spent dancing together, teasingly of course, but also having a great time singing, laughing and smiling at each other.

Javier, who'd never seen her smile before that night, couldn’t take his eyes off her lips every time they curved upwards, revealing not only her beautiful lined teeth, but also the dimples on her glowing cheeks, lighting up her already cheerful face.

And again he caught himself admiring her, as they were now outside of the club. Javier stood leaning his back on his truck’s passenger door while she stood on his opposite side, leaning herself on the wall behind her.

A comfortable silence hung between them as he lit up a cigarette and she drank the last bottle of beer she got on their way out. Javier inhaled the smoke, enjoying the feel of the nicotine kicking in his system as he watched her take a gulp from the bottle, her lips wrapping around it softly as she reciprocated his gaze.

He wondered what her lips felt like, not only against his lips, but all over his body, plump and soft kissing him, caressing him, marking him, sucking him, the thought alone making his pants feel tight once again.

The sound of her heels clicking on the pavement took him out of his reverie as he now realized she was coming to him, slow and steady steps. She left the half empty bottle on his truck’s roof behind his head and then took the cigarette from his hands, bringing it to her own lips as she held it between her manicured nails.

And just as she leant on his vehicle by his side, he took his cue to leave his position and imprison her between his body and the truck, his arms hovering on each side of her head, the smug smile indicating she had him right where she wanted him to be: his body inches away from hers, the muscles on his arms twitching with the force he held onto the truck’s roof ledge, trying not to lose the last bit of restraint he still had.

She puffed the smoke out of her lips towards his, the simple yet enticing gesture making him snap and take the cigarette off her hands in a swift motion, throwing it away just as he crashed his lips against hers.

Their tongues met right away initiating an erotic dance, devouring each other, euphoria rushing through their veins as their teasing had finally reached its goal.

Javier cupped her jaw and pressed his body against hers urgently, the jolt against the truck making the beer bottle fall and shatter on the ground, the loud noise and green glass on the pavement not bothering them at all as she pulled the soft curls on his nape and grazed her teeth against his lower lip.

His big hands slid down her waist behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her up and making her wrap her legs around him for support, her short dress rolling up to her hips leaving her almost half naked on the street.

Using the leverage he had with the position, Javier ground his raging erection trapped inside his jeans against her core, covered only by already drenched black lace panties, earning a strangled whimper from her.

Part of him wanted to just pull her panties aside and take her right there on the street against his truck, raw and rough. But the other part wanted to take his time with her, after all it would be a shame to just resume the last few hours of teasing in just a few minutes. And also, he didn’t know if he’d had another shot with her after they got back to their professional facades.

“Are we getting inside your truck or you want to give our audience explicit content?” She tilted her head, indicating the group of people next to the club’s door, a few curious eyes lingering, waiting for their next step “Either way I’m in”

“You’re mine only, at least for tonight” His teeth dug on the soft flesh of her neck as he fished the car keys in his back pocket “But as long as I can fuck you I’m into anything you want, bonita”

Javier put her down and opened the truck’s back door, revealing the brown leather cushion dimly illuminated by the street lights.

He let her in first and watched with hungry eyes the way she crawled inside the vehicle and then rolled her body upwards, resting her back on the other door only to then slide her panties down and off her legs, spreading them open in a seductive way, offering herself to Javier, who hurriedly got inside the truck and closed the door behind him.

He pulled her by her ankle and hovered over her, his gaze connecting deeply to hers as he fished the panties she’d dropped on the car floor and put them in his back pocket, the simple yet unexpected action arousing her even more.

Javier’s hand made its way to her nape, bringing her head up for a breathtaking and passionate kiss, their hungry tongues invading and exploring each other's mouth as her fingers slid down the buttons of his shirt, undoing them without breaking their kiss.

As they devoured each other frantically, her hands explored his broad chest and abs, enjoying the feeling of his soft golden skin under her digits and the way his muscles flexed with the thrusting movements he made every now and then, purposely grinding his clothed erection against her exposed core.

Their kiss got sloppy as Javier’s hand found its way down her body, feeling her soft breasts, the curve of her hips then down the smooth skin of her thigh and leg, hooking it on his back before his hand slid up her body again but this time, skipping no beat towards her intimacy.

Javier growled when he finally felt how wet she really was for him, her arousal coating his fingers sliding up and down her pussy in feather-like touches just to tease her.

Whimpering, she rolled her eyes and clawed his back under his shirt when he increased the pressure with his digits and traced tight circles against her needy clit, her whole body melting under him as it got overpowered by shameless waves of pleasure.

Drinking in her sexed expression, Javier slid a finger inside her wanting a bigger dose of satisfaction out of the intoxicating woman under him. The unexpected invasion of his thick

finger made her moan louder and arch her back against his body, which only encouraged him to add another one right after, stretching her further, her slick pussy clenching around his fingers in response.

She bit his shoulder as he finger fucked her, his fingers massaging the magic spongy spot inside her as his thumb roled lazy circles on her clit, making her nails drag angry scratch marks down his back while her other hand pressed hard on the leather backrest, nails desperately digging in it.

Javier trailed small nips and kisses along her collarbone and neck while his fingers kepting working on her, all of it adding to the building pleasure in her lower stomach, getting her closer and closer to bursting at each expert rub of his rough digits against her clit and g-spot.

But she didn’t want to come yet, much less in that submissive condition.

Fighting against her own urges, she pulled his hand out of her, bringing it to her lips to lick her own juices off his fingers, her dark orbs drawing him in as she sucked his fingers suggestively, swirling her tongue around them.

“Now sit” She commanded, cheeks still red and heart racing from his finger fucking “And take of your shirt”

She didn’t need to ask Javier twice for him to comply, he knew she was close on his fingers, and now he wanted to see and feel what she had in mind.

Just as he took his shirt off and straightened his back against the seat, she straddled him and pulled down the top half of her dress, exposing her breasts, hard perky nipples at his mouth’s level and he couldn’t help but to dive in.

Javier fondled and squeezed them hard with both hands before he took a mouthful of one of them, teeth grazing the hard bundle of nerves, then rolling and sucking in with his flat tongue, and then repeated the same stimulation on the other one, feasting on the soft mounds before him as she unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans.

Catching up with her intentions, Javier lifted his hips from the seat, enough to take both pieces of clothes off, allowing her to undress him completely, all while he still delved into her breasts.

With his thick and hard manhood free, she spread his leaking precum over his tip with her thumb, tantalizing him before she finally took it and held it against her clit, rocking her hips back and forth, arching her back towards the front seat behind her and getting herself off against his shaft, her slick blending with his precum.

Javier broke apart from her chest to gaze down between them, his cock sliding easy against her drenched folds, teasing him shamelessly.

“Condom?” He asked, but only out of politeness.

“No” She leaned in, foreheads touching as she whispered against his lips “I wanna feel all of you”

Her answer got his cock impossibly harder and dying to feel her, and for his luck, she was also getting impatient.

Javier held his breath the moment she stopped her motions right when his tip was lined to her entrance, the thrill of anticipation of finally having her making his heart race faster as his hands flattened on her thighs.

“Tell me what you want” She demanded seductively, teasing his tip pressed against her opening, torturing him with slow rolls of her hips, threatening to slide down on him at any second.

“I want you, cariño” He gasped, chest heaving up and down.

“Yeah? And what do you want me to do with you?” One of her hands cupped his jaw and brought his lips close to hers, close enough to feel his ragged breath against hers.

“Ride me, bonita, I’m yours”

She placed a soft kiss against his lips before she leaned back between the front seats and placed her hand over her mound, fingers spreading her folds apart allowing him to have a full view of where his tip met her pussy, until she finally sank on his cock, her opening slowly welcoming and swallowing him in, his thickness stretching her walls each inch as his name came out of her lips in the sexiest moan he’d ever heard, and he swore that that scene alone was enough to make him cum.

But he needed to last, he needed to feel more of her, see her, have her, every detail in front of and on him, getting him terribly pussy drunk on her at each second as he felt their bodies merging and watched his cock disappear inside of her, her walls tightening around him in a slippery and warm embrace.

He threw his head back and rolled his eyes as she started to ride him at a deeply addictive pace, his fingertips digging in the flesh of her hips, pulling her harder down on him at each thrust forward.

“Eyes on me, Javi” Her command came out as a needy whine as her hand slid down his neck towards his shoulder, the skin slapping sounds getting louder as her bounces got harder.

Javier moved one of his hands to the back of her head, fingers tangling in the roots of her hair as he now thrusted his hips up to meet hers, the new and unexpected angle made her cry out his name again and dig her nails onto his shoulders, looking for an extra leverage.

He hooked his other arm on her lower back keeping her body against his, and the way she melted in his arms only made him keep on, thrusting harder and faster against her while she held onto him for her dear life.

Without disconnecting their bodies, Javier laid her on the backseat, eager to be the one fully in charge, especially because holding his release back was being a lot harder than usual.

One of his hands took support in the car’s windows, which was completely humid and foggy and entrentched with sex as he fucked her hard, her back arching and her walls tightening around him with her climax right around the corner.

She closed her eyes and moaned even louder as he put one of her legs over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to go even further, deeper and drive her into oblivion in record speed.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you” He demanded, bossy as the Javier Peña she was used to watch on duty, and that was the line for her to feel the knot on her lower belly snap hard, strong waves of white hot pleasure through her veins, making her cum hard and milk his cock looking deeply in his dark eyes.

The mesmerizing scene together with the clenching from her climax on his shaft also made him cum seconds after her, exploding inside her, his hot seed filling her in long spurts, the feeling of his dick throbbing inside her riding her high for a few extra seconds before they collapsed, the hand on the car window leaving a wet trail as it lazily slid down.

She moaned when he finally pulled out, instantly missing him inside her as he carefully took her in his arms and laid next to her, nestling her body against his, both their breathings and heart beats still racing fast.

“We have a problem now” He muttered looking at the car’s ceiling.

“What?” Her answer was low and unconcerned, too fucked out to care about anything at that moment.

“Office hours are gonna be challenging from now on.”

Cleanse Me With Pleasure - Bill Skarsgard x Reader (part 2) (+18)

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Author’s note:

Good evening my lovely readers, I’d like to thank everyone that liked, rebloged and commented on the first part of this short story, that gave me some extra boost to write this second part faster ✨❤️

I thought this would be a two-part story, but I felt this chapter was getting way too long before I even started the real fun part, so this will be a three-chapter short story.

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Disclaimers:

This is a smut story, it’s still light in this chapter, but it has smut. You’ve been warned.

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

Bill Skarsgard is a real person, but nothing in this story is, it was all made up in my head.

I hope you enjoy your time here and if you do, please feel free to leave a comment or just like and/or reblog the story, I really appreciate it and your feedback is what gives me the fuel to keep writing 🥰

WC: 2.7K

Tag request: @paraficwriter

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-0-

The final premiere was over.

Another city, another red carpet. But this one felt different. The last one.

And this afterparty specifically had a delicious smell of bad intentions. It wasn’t like the rooftop in NYC. Tonight was different. Darker. Closer. Like it was a scene taken out of the book.

You were in a club low-lit by hues of pink, red and purple, the air thick with the smell of expensive liquor and something else you quite couldn’t put a finger on yet.

What didn’t change though was his presence.

Bill was there. Of course, he was.

You spotted him near the dance floor, drink in hand, its ice melting slowly under the warm grip of his long fingers. At that very moment he seemed to be fully focused on the conversation happening in his group, but you knew he was very aware of your presence and your stare.

His quick side-glance while taking a sip of his drink confirmed it.

Your dress was bolder than the last time he saw you. A deliberate choice. A rosé colored silk that clung in all the right places, a neckline that dipped low enough to tempt but not reveal.

Your last conversation, despite being weeks ago, wasn't forgotten. Not by him. Not by you.

In fact, you replayed that moment in your mind everyday, never getting enough of the goosebumps it caused on you.

You caught his stare once again and he held it this time, completely ignoring the commotion in his group as he now wanted you to know you’re the one thing he’s really interested in.

There’s a devious glint in his eyes as he suddenly excused himself and turned away from the group, walking through the crowd before disappearing into a dark corridor.

You knew it was an invitation, a silent challenge.

You just abandoned your glass on the nearest surface and didn’t think twice before following him, eager to find out his next move in the chess game you were playing.

Drunk couples piled up by the walls of the dark hallway, and you took care not to stumble upon one of them as your eyes were glued on Bill’s broad figure walking several steps ahead of you, until a couple, lost in a wild make out session, fell in front of you, forcing you to halt.

You managed to dodge them and as a result you lost sight of Bill.

But you weren’t turning your back now, so you just kept going through the dark hallway, squeezing your eyes, trying to identify him somehow but to no avail.

Until you were abruptly pulled by someone from a door you didn’t even notice was on your right.

The door clicked shut behind you and the half-burned out lamps revealed the man you were looking for right in front of you, your body caged between him and a sink, the weight of his stare making you lick your own lips in anticipation.

“You think you can just walk away and expect me to follow?” Your voice was low but steady, but your pulse wasn't.

His lips twitch, just slightly. And didn’t you?”

“And now?” You murmured and tilted your head, testing if he’d make the next move. Eager for him to do it.

A satisfied hum rumbled in his chest, the sound going straight to your core, before his lips finally brushed the corner of your mouth. Not quite a kiss, but the kind of touch that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Last time we met, you challenged me…” His tone was low and hungry “you questioned if I had what it takes to stand up to your desires”

His lips now ghosted over your neck, the tip of his nose grazed your skin in a feather like touch and you tilted your head further, allowing him extra access.

“And yet you are the one coming after me…” He continued.

You met his gaze, the words hanging in the air like an invitation. A small, daring smile tugged at your lips, and you stepped closer, just enough to brush your body against his, feeling the heat radiating off him.

“Maybe I just wanted to see how far you’d go.” You whispered against his lips teasingly.

“You knew exactly what would happen if you followed me” he bit back, the words sinking into you, adding to the delicious ache between your legs.

“Did I?”

A low chuckle came from his chest: “You do now.”

His lips crashed onto yours, stealing your breath away and shattering the last thread of restraint between you. One of his hands made their way up to the back of your head, his fingers sliding through your hair, tugging it lightly while pulling you closer at the same time. his other hand found your waist, fingers pressing into the silk of your dress, pulling you flush against him like he couldn’t stand the smallest distance between you two anymore.

You gasped against his mouth as you felt his hardness pressing on your belly, and he swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your knees weak.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a claim.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip before he bit down, just enough to make you shiver, just enough to make you hold onto him like you needed him to keep you grounded.

He pressed you back against the sink, his hands roaming, exploring, learning every reaction. The heat coming from him, his scent, the lust oozing out of him, it all consumed you.

And you gladly let it.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, just as desperately, threading your fingers through his hair, also tugging it, earning a low, satisfied groan from deep in his chest. The sound vibrated through you, sending another wave of heat rolling through your body, and you pressed closer, but not nearly close enough.

His grip on your hair tightened and tilted your head back in a command. This time, he didn’t hesitate.

His lips were on you in an instant, hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing along the curve of your throat, each one leaving a searing imprint on your skin. His breath was ragged, the scrape of his teeth making your pulse hammer and your body arch toward him instinctively.

And then his other hand moved. Slow and deliberate. Sliding down the silk of your dress, tracing the curve of your waist, the swell of your hip, his fingertips brushing against the bare skin of your thigh, leaving heat in their wake.

He wasn’t in a rush. He wanted you to feel it.

The pressure, the possession, the way he was learning every inch of you like he had all the time in the world.

His hand slid back up, this time by the front of your thigh, intentionally teasing. As his fingers traced upward, they caught the hem of your dress, dragging the silk higher with every inch until he found what he was looking for: the delicate lace of your panties.

He hooked his index finger on it and you felt a sharp tug.

The lace dug into your sensitive clit, sending a shock of friction straight through you, a gasp slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

His fingers then slipped beneath the fabric, brushing over your soaked heat, a deep, satisfied grunt rumbling from his chest as he felt just how badly you needed him.

He coated his fingers in your arousal, rolling them over your clit with maddening precision, just enough pressure to make your breath catch, but not enough to satisfy.

Your fingers clenched in his shirt, desperate, seeking. But before you could beg, before you could even think, he pushed two fingers inside you.

A sharp moan tore from your throat, the stretch, the slow slide of him filling you sending a delicious shudder through your body.

He felt it. Felt the way you clenched around him, the way your body reacted to his every movement. And it drove him insane.

His teeth found your neck, sinking in just enough to claim, never enough to hurt. His breath was hot, uneven against your skin and his body pressed you further against the cool sink as he whispered in a delicious raspy tone:

“You take me so damn well”

His other slid from your hair to your jaw firmly, tilting your face up until your eyes were locked on his, exactly where he wanted them to be while he finger-fucked you.

Your breath hitched as he worked you up so achingly slow it felt like torture. The perfect kind. Every stroke of his fingers inside you and of his palm over your clit sent strong shudders through you as his other hand kept you pinned exactly where he wanted you.

“You feel that?” His voice was low, sinful, his lips brushing against yours. “How close you are?”

You bit your lip hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a moan. But he felt it anyway. Felt the way you clenched around him, your body betraying you. And he loved it.

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot with devastating precision, and your whole body tensed. So close. So close you could taste it, your nails dug into his shoulders as you felt it building in your stomach, ready to snap.

Until a loud flush broke the trance and his fingers stilled inside you.

Oh, God.

A bathroom. He had pulled you into a damn bathroom and you were so lost in him you hadn’t realized that up to this point.

You let out a strangled gasp as he pulled his hand away completely, the loss of him hitting like a slap.

Your eyes snapped open, blazing, but he only grinned, slow, dark and victorious. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked your arousal off of them, tasting you with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Not yet.” He mouthed silently, calm and collected, like nothing was happening between the two of you seconds ago.

And with that he was gone. Left you trembling. Aching. Unsatisfied. And that’s exactly what he wanted, for now.

Just in time he’d left the bathroom, a woman stepped out of the stall a few feet across from you, a knowing smirk on her lips as she headed to the sink next to you to wash your hands.

“I didn’t mean to ruin it, I’m sorry” She apologized quickly before leaving the bathroom.

After the woman left, you took a moment to collect yourself, but it was useless. Your heart was still racing and your legs still felt like jelly. You splashed some water on your face and smoothed your dress in a vain attempt to shake off the way your body was still humming for him.

The bass of the music vibrated through the floor as you stepped out of the bathroom, but it might as well have been white noise. Your body still hadn’t caught up with reality.

Your lips felt swollen, your skin hypersensitive, and your dress - God, your dress - still bunched slightly where his hands had been.

You adjusted it quickly once again, forcing your legs to carry you back into the party. Back into the world where none of it had happened. Where you hadn’t just let Bill Skarsgard fuck you with his fingers and leave you craving more.

“There you are!”

A familiar voice snapped you out of your daze and you turned just in time for William to grab your arm and tug you toward a booth where the rest of your group had gathered.

You slid in, hoping no one would notice the stupid look on your face.

But of course your hope was short-lived. The moment they laid their eyes on you, they stopped their conversation.

“Alright, spill” Amanda demanded.

“Spill what?” You tried to run from it but they’d never let you.

“Oh please,” she scoffed. “Your hair looks like someone had a very good time pulling on it”

“Not to mention your lipstick and that angry mark on your neck” Jonathan added.

Laughter bubbled inside you, half nerves, half amusement. You shook your head, but it didn’t matter. They weren’t letting this go.

“You little minx,” William teased, shaking his head in faux disappointment “We let you out of sight for like what? 10 minutes…”

“More like 30” Jonathan corrected.

“… And you come back looking like a plot-twist”

“Oh come on” You rolled your eyes and took a sip of a drink they offered you, your cheeks still feeling hot with their inquisition.

But the worst was still about to come.

“Who was it?” William deadpanned.

“Was it him?” Amanda suggested without a name, but everyone knew who she was implying.

“Who?” You tried and failed once again.

“We’re not stupid, you know?” Jonathan rolled his eyes and then the three of them had their gazes fixed somewhere beyond you, and you didn’t need to look to know who it was.

But you did it anyway.

Bill’s gaze was already waiting. Dark. Intense. Amused.

It dragged slowly down your face, lingering at your lips like he could still feel them beneath his own. Then lower, a knowing flicker of his eyes over the shadow blooming on your neck before they snapped back up to your eyes.

You inhaled sharply and your friends noticed.

“Holy shit” William whispered, eyes darting between the two of you.

“I knew it,” Amanda breathed, victorious.

“Just stop it, you guys are ridiculous” Your cheeks burned in embarrassment but you ended up joining their laughter eventually.

As the night finally wound down, your friends gathered their things, still chuckling amongst themselves, throwing you the occasional knowing glance.

You exhaled, relieved to be moving on before they could push further.

But then you felt a shadow looming beside you and you knew who it was straight away. You looked up and his gaze was softer now, but no less dangerous. Still dark. Still amused.

“Leaving already?” Bill’s voice was smooth, a hint of something playful beneath it.

William snorted. “Yeah, before the sexual tension between you two starts charging us cover”

Amanda and Jonathan barely stifled their laughter.

You wanted to sink into the floor. Instead, you forced a smirk.

Bill leaned in, hands still tucked in his pockets, utterly unbothered. “Actually,” he mused, gaze flicking toward your friends before landing back on you, “I was wondering if you guys could borrow her real quick”

Your stomach flipped.

Amanda raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Real quick?”

Bill barely blinked. “Yeah, obviously, I just need to talk to her for a second.”

A beat of silence. Then William cackled. “Oh, that is the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.”

Jonathan shook his head. “If you’re gonna steal her just do it for once.”

Amanda smirked, nudging you.

You sighed dramatically, crossing your arms. “I guess we do have a lot to talk about.”

Bill smirked. “We really do.”

William rolled his eyes. “Unbelievable. Just go.”

Jonathan waved you off. “We’ll see you tomorrow. That is if you can walk.”

“Oh, she won't” Bill retorted, earning their laughter in return.

Your entire face burned, but Bill only chuckled, guiding you toward the exit with an easy and possessive hand at your lower back.

Your friends’ laughter followed you out the door. And then, once you were out of sight, Bill’s voice dropped to something lower, something meant just for you.

“You didn’t actually think I was letting you leave without me, did you?”

Bill’s hand brushed your back as you both stepped outside, the night air hit you, making your skin tingle, but it didn’t compare to the electricity between you two.

The Uber pulled up, and Bill opened the door with a casual grace, following you in before closing it with a soft click. The space between you felt small, suffocating, his gaze fixed on you, warm but intense, as his left hand landed on your thigh, unable not to touch you.

The car ride felt too long, the silence too heavy, until finally, the hotel came into view. In the elevator, you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, the air thick with unspoken words.

The moment the doors opened on the top floor, he moved ahead, unlocking his room and then stepping aside, giving you the darkest of smiles.

“After you”

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 8 (+18)

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Summary:

They were childhood rivals who hadn’t spoken in years, until a wedding reunion throws them back into each other’s orbit. With tension simmering beneath every glance, one weekend turns into a series of unexpected moments, sharp words, and almosts that linger long after the party ends. But when fate keeps bringing them back together, the line between hate and something far more irresistible begins to blur.

Author’s note:

Heeyy dears!!! I’m finally back from making one of my dreams come true and, as promised, here’s the continuation of the story!!!

I wrote this next part entirely listening to “Dangerous” by Sleep Token because it fits so much in my head, so if you want to listen to something while reading, this is my suggestion for you.

I hope you like this next part, I tried to bring up his perspective like @a-differentbrandof-beans suggested (thank you so much, beautiful)...

This is AU Eric Draven!!!

If you enjoy this, please let me know your thoughts and suggestions, your feedback is precious for me 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Tags: @malenoradgn @muchwita @witchofozz @wiseyouthinfluencer @a-differentbrandof-beans @laniirackssss

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Y/N blinked into the soft morning light streaming through unfamiliar curtains, as she laid naked and half-covered by a black duvet she didn’t recognize. The only thing familiar was his smell, clinging to the pillow, the sheets and the still warm imprint of where he’d slept beside her.

She sat up slowly, the duvet tugged over her chest, and immediately felt it, the soreness between her legs as her body reminded her of the night before even if her mind hadn’t caught up yet.

Last night was… Well, she couldn’t think of a word strong enough to describe it, but it was like she could still feel it, her body tingling with the memory of all the places he’d touched her, all the places he’d been in her.

Their so-called truce should’ve never gone that far. 

What the hell had she done?

But she knew exactly what she’d done. What they’d done. Over and over again. Bent over the couch, pinned against the wall, in his bed.

She was supposed to hate him, to despise him. That was always the whole point. Hating him was easy and made sense.

But as much as she hated to admit, he had fucked it out of her. And now, she was in trouble.

It wasn’t just a wild night of sex, she knew that. She’d had those before and none got slightly close to the turmoil Eric had stirred inside her.

Fuck. She wanted more. She craved for more.

Her gaze drifted around his bedroom. It was tidier than she’d expected but it did match his annoying personality.

She rubbed at her temple as she tried to process her thoughts. This wasn’t who she was, she needed to get up, get dressed and leave, that’s all. She’d done that before, no big deal.

But still, her body didn’t move.

Not until the sound of water running reached her ears from across the room. The door was slightly open, he was in the shower.

A flicker of memory surfaced, their small feud back at the lake house and how mad she was at him at that moment.

A small smile tugged at her lips and without fully thinking her legs carried her out of bed, one quiet step after another towards the bathroom.

She opened the door slowly, warm steam fogging her vision and the mirror on her left as she narrowed her eyes to catch a glimpse of him, his back turned to her, head bowed under the water spray as he just let it run over his body. 

Eric seemed to be so deep in thought he didn’t hear her getting close, not even opening the glass door to join him.

He was too busy trying to figure out how the hell he was supposed to let her go now.

He’d spent years pretending this thing with Y/N wasn’t real. Since high school, he’d written it off as boredom, as a way to kill time. Teasing her, provoking her, pushing every button she had just to get a reaction out of her.

He’d told himself it was a game. That the way his heart kicked whenever she snapped back at him, whenever she rolled her eyes or smirked like she had him figured out, that it didn’t mean anything.

But even then, he’d known better.

There’d always been a spark in her eyes that didn’t quite match the hate in her voice. And maybe that was what kept him hooked. Delusional or not, he saw something there.

As life happened and they followed their own paths, he convinced himself she was just a weird high school obsession.

But that was before the wedding.

Before she waltzed back into his life like a knife twisting in his chest. 

She still had the same smile, the same sassiness in her eyes, and still blushed every time he stole a glance. She was still the same, and yet entirely new.

She was a woman now. A fucking gorgeous one.

And suddenly it wasn’t a high school obsession anymore. It was worse, deeper. She’d carved herself into the space behind his ribs without even trying.

He’d barely slept for weeks after that night and their weekend together at the lake house. He kept replaying every second of her, how she looked, how she smiled, how she flushed every time she caught him watching her, how she failed to pretend he didn’t also affect her somehow.

He told himself it was just a phase. Just nostalgia. 

But then he saw her again at that bar, with a date.

And it was like something primal had taken over: rage, jealousy, possessiveness. He didn’t even see the girl on his own arm anymore. All he could see was Y/N with someone else. Laughing at someone else’s jokes. 

And now, after everything, after last night, after finally touching and tasting and feeling everything he’d dreamed about for years, he was frozen.

Because he didn’t want this to be a one-time thing. He didn’t want it to be just a one-night-only truce. He wanted more. But wanting her the way he did meant cracking himself wide open. It meant giving her the power to destroy him. 

And that scared the shit out of him.

Eric had never felt anything like this before. Not even close. And now he was lost, completely and helplessly lost, like a ship in thick fog, chasing the faint glow of a lighthouse he wasn’t sure he deserved to reach.

He exhaled, chest tight under the stream of hot water, letting it pound against the back of his neck like it could wash away the mess in his head. He didn’t hear the door behind him open. Didn’t register the shift in air or the extra steam curling around him.

Not until he felt the warmth of her body pressing against his back, the soft brush of her hands running over his abs as she hugged him from behind.

His breath caught and suddenly all that noise in his head, the panic, the doubts, the what-the-fuck-am-I-doing, just stopped. She was here, with him, it wasn’t just a dream.

He spun around. His hands immediately found the curve of her waist and her arms snaked around his neck. She tilted her chin up and he met her halfway, crashing his mouth against hers with a hunger that hadn't cooled overnight. It was messy and deep, all tongue and heat, her lips parting easily beneath his as he pulled her impossibly closer.

His fingers dug into her waist, and her nails grazed the back of his neck, sending a tremor straight through him. There was no space left between them, just wet skin and steam and the electric pulse oozing out of them.

He kissed her like he was drowning in her. Like the only way to breathe was to taste every inch of her.

When she finally pulled back, lips red and kiss-swollen, she whispered against his lips:

“I hope our truce isn’t over yet.”

And he could only hope she didn’t feel the way his heart skipped a beat.

He couldn’t speak at first. All he did was stare at her, into her eyes that still held that sharp fire, now softened by steam and sleep, into the gentle flush on her cheeks, the way her wet lashes clung together, the faintest smile tugging at her lips.

“Not a chance,” he finally said, voice rough.

He kissed her again, but slower this time. Less desperation, more passion. He trailed his mouth down her jaw, over her neck, letting his hands roam over her slick, perfect body as he pressed her gently against the shower wall.

She sighed into his mouth, her fingers sliding into his damp hair, tugging lightly, grounding him even as he felt himself slipping, losing all sense of reason where she was concerned.

He wanted her again. God, he was already so hard for her again.

His hand slid down between them, between her thighs, fingers brushing lightly against her heat, until she hissed softly, her reaction making him stop and pull back an inch.

Her eyes fluttered open, brows drawing slightly together even as she tried to pull him closer again.

“Don’t stop,” she murmured, voice thick with want, her hips rolling subtly into his hand despite the wince.

But he shook his head gently, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“You’re sore,” he said softly, lips brushing her skin. “I don’t wanna hurt you just to have more of you. I can wait.”

He pulled her into his arms instead, resting his forehead against hers again, letting the water wash over them both.

Because as much as he wanted her, he realized now that having her meant a lot more than just taking. They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, letting the hot water cascade over their bodies.

Eric dipped his head to press a kiss to her temple, then reached for the small bottle of shampoo on the ledge. Without a word, he gently nudged her back a little and tipped her chin up so the water could dampen her hair. She looked at him, soft and curious, but didn’t resist, just let him take care of her.

His fingers threaded into her scalp, slow and tender, massaging the suds into her hair like she was something breakable. Like she deserved to be worshipped, not just desired.

Y/N closed her eyes with a small sigh, leaning into his touch, and he watched her, the way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, the faint smile playing on her lips. He’d never done this before. Not like this. Not for anyone. And definitely not without an ulterior motive.

But this wasn’t about seduction. This was just… Her.

Eventually, he kissed her again, soft and unhurried, and whispered, “I’ll get out first. Let you finish. Take how long you want and use whatever you want.”

She gave a small nod, lips still pink and wet from his, eyes barely open and a soft blush tinting her cheeks.

Eric stepped out of the shower, running a hand through his damp hair as he reached for a towel. He dried off quickly, his mind still buzzing with everything she made him feel, the quiet ache of wanting to hold onto whatever this was for a little longer.

It was too good. Terrifyingly good.

As he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and padded barefoot into the kitchen, his phone buzzed from the counter. He glanced at the screen.

Liam (2) missed calls. Incoming.

He sighed and answered, even though something in his gut warned him not to.

“Took you long enough!” his brother’s voice crackled through the speaker, light and teasing, yanking him out of the soft fog he was still wrapped in from the shower.

“I was busy.” Eric muttered, already regretting picking up.

“Damn. You sound like shit. Rough night or good night?” Liam laughed.

Eric smirked automatically, muscle memory taking over like a reflex. His guard snapping back up before his mind could catch up with what his heart was still feeling. “What do you think?”

“Ohhh.” Liam’s tone turned playful. “So who’s this? Anyone I know?”

And then it happened. That familiar, awful instinct. The old armor sliding back into place. The default setting, the one that kept everyone out, the one that told him to minimize, deflect, hide. The one that didn’t let anyone in, that couldn’t let anyone know she means something.

He leaned against the counter, voice cold and easy. “No one important. Just another hook-up.”

Silence. Even Liam didn’t laugh this time, he could sense his brother’s uneasiness through the phone. 

“Are you sure?” his brother asked carefully, like he could hear the lie in his tone. Like he already knew.

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

Because that’s when he turned and saw her, standing frozen in the doorway, hair damp, wrapped in one of his towels. And she’d heard every word.

Her eyes weren’t wide with shock or narrowed with anger. They were blank.

Completely, terrifyingly blank, and that gutted him more than if she’d screamed.

Like something had snapped clean inside her. Like he’d finally managed to cut whatever thread had been holding her close, whatever fragile, unexpected connection had started to form between them in the last twelve hours.

“Shit,” he muttered, lowering the phone, voice hollow now. “Wait, Y/N, it’s not what…”

But she was already moving fast, like touching the floor burned her feet.

She yanked the towel off her head and began grabbing her clothes, the skirt crumpled on the floor next to her heels, her inside-out top on the counter. She moved like she couldn’t get out of his space fast enough.

Eric started towards her, heart punching against his ribs, but stopped cold when she finally looked at him.

There was no fire in her eyes. No anger. No witty jab.

Just hurt. Raw, unfiltered hurt.

And it was the worst fucking thing he’d ever seen.

She slipped her skirt on and the top over her head before she bent to grab her shoes.

“Y/N…” he tried again, but she straightened, stopping him in his tracks.

“Thanks for the reminder,” she said, voice low but steady. “I almost forgot who you really were.”

Eric flinched like she’d hit him, but she wasn’t done. She slipped her heels on, ran a hand through her damp hair, and looked at him one last time.

“You know…” she added, her voice cracking just slightly at the edges, “you almost had me.”

A bitter smile curved on her lips, the kind people wear when they’re trying to keep themselves from falling apart.

“Almost.”

The dream I had with Bill Skarsgård last night… Holy blood of Jesus, I’ll spend more nights writing late hours and sleep to the sound of Ascensionism more often… I fear my Bill brainrot just got more serious 🥵🫠😮‍💨

I’m currently reading “Lights Out” by Navessa Allen, picturing Bill as “Josh” and I think I might have a new level of brain damage at this point, this book is so fucking delicious I think I’ll just explode spontaneously at any moment 😮‍💨🤤🥵

Closer - Bill Skarsgard x Reader (+18)

(The images above don’t belong to me, I only found them on Pinterest, all credits belong to their owner)

Author’s note:

Hello everyone, tiktok edits have been doing wonders to my imagination lately so I decided to bring this small idea I had to life, I hope you enjoy it!

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Disclaimers:

Explicit mentions of smut.

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

Bill Skarsgard is a real person, but nothing in this story is, it was all made up in my head.

Requests with Bill and Eric Draven are open, so feel free to reach out in my dm!

If you enjoy the story, please leave a comment, like and/or reblog ir, I really appreciate it and your feedback is what gives me the fuel to keep writing ❤️❤️❤️

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The flash of cameras painted the night bright, relentless. Y/N stood a step behind her husband, her expression serene, composed, practiced to perfection. But inside? She was starving.

Y/N was in a dress that left very little room for imagination. Black satin, backless, halter neckline drawing the eye to her collarbones and the delicate dip between them. It clung to her waist, skimmed her hips, and opened up into a high slit that made it criminal for her to move too quickly. Elegant. Sexy. Just dangerous enough. Her hair was up, only a few loose curls framing her face, neck bare, skin glowing under the lights.

Bill moved through the crowd with that quiet confidence that made people stop mid-sentence just to watch him pass. He didn’t chase attention, he didn’t need to. Every autograph he signed, every brief glance he gave, every question he answered it was all so casual, so effortless.

She admired how he spoke, but what undid her were the little things he didn’t even realize he was doing. The subtle roll of his shoulders as he shifted from foot to foot, how the muscles in his jaw flexed slightly when he was thinking. The occasional scrape of his teeth against his bottom lip when he smiled.

To make things worse, he looked impossibly handsome tonight. His suit fitted like it had been made with only him in mind, hugging his broad shoulders and narrow waist perfectly, and its color, a chocolate-brown, highlighted his beautiful green eyes.

Y/N had a special obsession with his hands though. When he gestured mid-interview, fingers slightly splayed, palm up, she stared longer than she meant to. She couldn’t help it, it was like her body remembered before her brain could catch up. The way those hands had gripped her hips the night before, pressing her down into the sheets while she arched up into him, half-crying from how good he felt inside her. The way his thumb had circled her clit, slow and heavy, like he had all the time in the world. The way he had held her throat, not to hurt her, but to own her when she shattered around him.

Her thighs discreetly pressed together. God, if she could just grab him by the collar and pull him behind the nearest curtain, she would. Let them hear. Let them wonder.

He moved again, flashing a small smile at a reporter, head tilting in that way he did when he was listening intently. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. Just a quick thing, thoughtless. But again it hit her like a goddamn truck and her stomach twisted with need.

She could barely breathe from how much she wanted him. And then his eyes found hers, for just one second, maybe two. He met her stare and let his gaze fall to the slit in her dress and then rise to her red lips, earning her a small smirk that lasted for only a beat on his own before he drove his attention back to the journalists.

It was a warning. Bill knew exactly what she had in mind, he could feel it coming from her by the way her eyes were practically burning holes in him.

Y/N swallowed hard, looking away before she did something reckless. Like dropping to her knees and choking on his cock in front of everyone.

The premiere dragged on, just like the after party. Y/N usually enjoyed attending those events, but tonight she just wanted to go home.

She felt like she was glowing from the inside out. Not from the camera flashes, not from the praise and polite greetings whispered to her like she was some rare thing by the people they passed, but from the sheer, unrelenting desire pulling at every nerve in her body. Her skin felt tight, her breath shallow behind the soft smile she kept perfectly in place. She mingled when needed, answered questions when spoken to, posed at his side like she belonged there. But her eyes kept drifting back to him. Always.

Bill leaned against the balcony rail, listening to someone with his usual poise, nodding occasionally, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding a whiskey glass. And all she could think about was how those fingers felt inside her, lazily curling as he watched her fall apart, the low murmur of his voice talking her through every wave of it, “I know, baby, I know” - the memory of his own words making her shiver.

God, she was going to combust.

She caught him watching her again once or twice, ever for long, just long enough to make her burn.

By the time the party began to thin out and goodbyes were being exchanged, she was practically vibrating. His hand landed at the small of her back as they left, a light touch, gentlemanly. But even that was enough to make her stomach flip.

The car was waiting and Bill opened the passenger door for her, flashing her that look again, one that only just hinted at what was underneath. She slid in, crossed her legs slowly, and caught the slight hitch in his breath as her thigh peeked through the slit of her dress again.

Once on the road, silence filled the car and felt like a time ticking bomb ready to explode.

Y/N stared at him, at the way his long fingers wrapped firmly around the steering wheel, the way the tendons in his hand shifted slightly and the way his signature rings eventually glimmered under the street lights.

Her eyes dropped to his lips and her thoughts wandered to how that mouth, currently unspeaking, had worshiped every inch of her body.

His jaw was tight, his focus locked on the road. But it wasn’t the kind of concentration that came from needing to drive carefully, it was something else. She could feel it. How his entire body was wired for tension and calm at the same time, like a wolf in a tuxedo.

That control, that restraint. Despite his stoic poise, she knew he was also struggling and maybe, just maybe, if he wasn’t a public person, he’d pull the car over and have his way with her right on the street. The big bulge strained by his pants only confirmed that.

She couldn’t look away.

Her fingers curled tightly in her lap and she bit her bottom lip, trying to ground herself. Trying not to let the sound of the engine rumbling beneath them feed into the fantasy playing out in her head. One where he’d bend her over and fuck her senseless. She swallowed, hard.

“We’re almost home.” He glanced at her sideways with a knowing smirk.

His voice was low and casual, almost amused. Y/N didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her mouth had gone dry the moment he moved his free hand to adjust his cock inside his pants.

She clenched her thighs, barely breathing, her pulse thudding loud in her ears. His scent drifted over with every breath of shared air, clean skin, expensive cologne, a trace of smoke and something so uniquely him that always made her ache.

She reached for the hem of her dress, smoothing it slowly along her thigh as if that would somehow help. It didn’t. Nothing could help the wildfire under her skin now.

One of Bill’s hands rested on her left thigh, squeezing it slightly and she nearly whimpered.

He didn’t look at her, not yet. Just sat there, completely composed, his thumb drawing small circles on her skin.

By the time they reached their house, she was trembling.

He parked, cut the engine and then he turned in his seat, one hand resting on the wheel, the other still on her thigh, green eyes meeting hers with deliberate slowness as he gave her a tight squeeze.

She stared back at him, pupils blown wide, lips parted, dress riding scandalously high as he leaned in just enough that his voice came out in a demanding whisper.

“Inside.”

That was all he said, but it was all she needed.

She didn’t wait for him to open her door. Y/N stepped out on shaky legs, the night air doing nothing to cool the fever burning beneath her skin. Bill was already rounding the car, his movements controlled but urgent, tension humming off of him in waves.

The front door clicked shut behind them and then came the sound: his belt hitting the floor.

She turned to look at him and in two strides, he had her pinned against the wall, one hand in her hair, the other gripping her thigh and dragging it up around his waist. His mouth hovered just over hers, breath hot, eyes dark, chest rising hard against her.

“You think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at me all night?”

His hand slid higher up her thigh, fingers grazing dangerously close to where she was already dripping for him.

“The way your eyes begged me to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until you forgot your own name?”

She whimpered when pressed his hips into hers.

“Now I’m going to do every filthy thing I’ve been thinking about since the second you stepped out in that dress…”

He paused, his breath catching slightly as he looked at her, devouring her with his eyes.

“And I won’t stop until you can’t remember what it feels like not to be full of me.”

Will you please add a read more cut to your fic? Thanks! ☺️

Done! I didn't know how to do that, I thought it was made automatically, thank you for pointing that out!

Video Games - Dad!Bill Skarsgard x Reader (part 2) (+18)

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Author’s note:

Good evening everyone!! This story was based on two similar Anon requests, so I made them as a part 2 of my previous dad!Bill story. If you haven’t read the first part yet, you can find it in the masterlist above!

The requests:

And for the Anons who requested it, I hope it lives up to your expectations! (let me know if you do!)

Disclaimers: fluff, smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, breeding kink, praise kink and some dirty talk. Again: this has explicit sexual content, you’ve been warned.

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

Bill Skarsgard is a real person, but nothing in this story is, it was all made up in my head.

I hope you enjoy this second part and requests with Bill are always open, so if you have any ideas I’m all ears! (btw, I’m trying to come up with a jealous/possessive one so if you have any ideas or suggestions regarding that, they’re welcome!!)

Please feel free to leave a comment, like and/or reblog the story, I really appreciate it and your feedback is what gives me the fuel to keep writing ❤️❤️❤️

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The snow hadn’t stopped falling since that Christmas Eve morning, blanketing the pine trees outside of the wide living room windows of Bill’s parents’ house. Inside, warmth wrapped around him like a second skin, the gentle crackle of the fire in the stone fireplace, the scent of roasted Christmas dishes, mulled wine and cinnamon lingering in the air.

He leaned against the doorway, quietly observing the soft buzz of his family gathered for the holiday. Y/N was kneeling by the low coffee table, feeding peeled pieces of apple to their son, who had his eyes trained on his mom, babbling something about Santa and the presents he’d bring them over night. 

Her sweater had slipped off one shoulder, hair was tied up in a makeshift ponytail and she was smiling wide, glowing in that way she always did when she was too busy to realize how gorgeous she looked.

Bill watched the curve of her lips, the way she gently wiped Leo’s chin so he wouldn’t drop and smudge his grandma’s rug, murmuring something that made their little boy giggle. The softness in her voice, the lightness in her movements, the patience and way she took care of their child, it undid him completely.

She was everything he could’ve ever dreamed of: his lover, best friend, partner and mother of their son, his entire universe wrapped in one breathtaking woman.

And watching her just being herself with their child made him want her bad.

He hadn’t known it was possible to fall even harder for his own wife, but here he was, wrecked by the simplest moment, watching her press a kiss on Leo’s hair as he proudly cheered himself for eating the whole apple like the good boy he was. Bill’s heart couldn’t stretch any fuller.

And still, he wanted more. More of her. More of this life. More of them.

He wanted to start it all over again, cradle her through the soft months of pregnancy, watch her glow like she always had, full and blooming with another piece of him growing inside her. The thought struck him hard, low in his gut, blurring everything else in the room.

God, he wanted it. Wanted her so badly at that moment, he could barely stand still. She was all softness and strength, all warmth and light, and he ached to wrap himself around her, press into her and not stop until she was trembling and filled. Until they were breathless and she was his in that deep, unshakable way that made his chest tighten and his cock twitch with need.

They’d talked about having another one eventually, gentle conversations behind closed doors, smiles exchanged in bed, wondering glances at baby clothes long outgrown. And now, with the firelight dancing against her skin and their son tucked safe in her lap, Bill was sure: it was time, and he could only hope she was also ready for that journey again.

Bill was still watching her when she looked up and caught him. Her gaze lingered for a beat too long, her smile curving knowingly as she tilted her head, brushing a hand over Leo’s hair.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, low enough that only he could hear as he walked across the room to meet her.

He didn’t look away. “Can you blame me?”

She laughed under her breath, eyes sparkling. “You’ve got that look again.”

He raised a brow.

“The one that screams ‘I want to send you straight to the delivery room.’”

Bill choked on a laugh, glancing around to make sure no one else heard.

“Your eyes aren’t exactly subtle, baby,” she added, still grinning, though there was a blush creeping across her cheeks. “You keep looking at me like that and your mom’s gonna start planning another baby shower.”

“I’m just appreciating my wife,” he said innocently, stepping closer under the pretense of straightening Leo’s toy on the table. “Is that a crime?”

“Mmm... Depends on what you’re planning.”

They didn’t need to say more. It was already in the air between them, thick and unspoken.

Later, after dinner and hot cocoa passed around in mismatched mugs, Leo had curled up sleepily on the couch between Y/N and his aunt. Eija had scooped him into her lap, rocking him gently as he fought to keep his eyes open.

“He’s all tuckered out,” she whispered.

Y/N ran a gentle hand over her son’s hair. “Big night for a little elf.”

“I can keep him with me tonight,” Eija offered casually, shooting a quick glance toward her brother. “If that gives you guys a break.”

Bill didn’t miss the way she smirked a little, nor the way Y/N’s breath hitched beside him expectantly.

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked.

“Of course. He’s already asleep, and I’ve missed having my little shadow.” Eija stood carefully with Leo against her shoulder, patting his back. “You two go rest. Or whatever.”

Bill met her eyes and gave her a thankful nod as reached for Y/N’s hand before they headed for the stairs, his grip firm, warm, and just a little too eager for having her all to himself.

They crept quietly up the stairs, the muffled warmth of laughter and dishes clinking drifting behind them as they slipped into their bedroom. Bill shut the door softly behind them, the latch clicking into place with a finality that made her pulse flutter a little.

She moved toward the bed first, tugging off her socks and tossing them in the corner, changing into one of his old t-shirts as she mumbled something about how she loved his mother’s choice of decor this year. Bill just watched her, leaning back against the door for a moment, taking her in like a man who’d waited all day for this.

“What?” she asked when she noticed him staring again, her brow raised with amusement.

He shrugged, crossing the room while he took his own sweater along with his shirt off. “Nothing. Just thinking how good you looked tonight.”

Y/N gave him a look. “You’ve been looking at me like that since before lunch.”

He slipped behind her, hands finding her waist as she pulled back the comforter. “Can’t help it. Watching you with our son…” he paused, nuzzling her neck as they crawled into the bed together and settled under the covers, her back to his chest, his arm wrapping around her the second she was within reach, “I just want to put another one in you.”

Y/N let out a soft, breathy laugh, one that caught in her throat as his hand splayed low across her belly.

“Subtle,” she murmured, but her tone was anything but disapproving.

He nuzzled behind her ear, voice lower now, rough with want. “You think I’m joking?”

She didn’t answer, not with words, just shifted her hips back against him and felt him, already thick and hard, pressed against her ass.

“I think Leo would love to have a baby sister… Plus everyone says I’m a girl dad, so it’s only fair we try for a little girl…”

His hand moved slowly, possessively, down from her waist, over the curve of her hip and then lower still, fingers slipping back up over the inside of her thigh beneath the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

“No panties?” he asked, groaning into her skin when his fingers didn’t bump into any barriers and skimmed close to her core. 

“And not on the pill.”

Bill went completely still. Her words felt wrapped in velvet ribbon. Then his breath left him in a low, disbelieving groan, lips pressed against the back of her shoulder like a prayer.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice thick, lips brushing her skin as his hand flexed at her thigh and slid upward, grazing over her slick folds. His fingers dipped into her heat with a teasing slowness, dragging through her wetness like he needed to memorize how ready she already was. 

“You’re soaked. Is this for me?” He rolled his fingers over her clit, slow and deliberate, coaxing a shiver from her spine. “Are you this wet thinking about me getting you pregnant again?”

She arched into his touch, a low sound catching in her throat. “You tell me.”

He groaned softly, mouth pressing hot and open kisses to her neck as he reached his other arms underneath her, slipping his hand under the borrowed t-shirt she wore to cup her breast. She was soft and full against his palm, nipple pebbling beneath his touch as he bunched the fabric up and out of the way. 

“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” he muttered, almost to himself, as he briefly drove his hand away from her pussy to pull his sweats down and free himself.

Then, he shifted closer, lining the thick head of his cock against her entrance, dragging it through her wetness but not pushing in yet.

“Bill,” she whispered, pressing back against him, greedy to have him stretch her.

“Shhh,” he murmured in her ear, guiding himself slowly between her folds, the head of his cock protruding between her legs at each stroke, and the sight of it when she looked down to watch it made her only want him more.

He rocked his hips forward just a little and lined his head on her entrance, not breaching her yet, just nudging her open with the weight of him, pressing his tip against her opening again and again. She whimpered, a soft, high sound that slipped out of her before she could stop it.

And just as he finally began to sink in, slowly and all the way inside, she moaned. It was sharp and sweet and utterly unfiltered, the kind of sound that lit something primal behind his eyes. His hand shot up fast to cover her mouth as he groaned into her neck.

“You want the whole house to hear how you sound when I’m putting a baby in you?” he rasped. “When I’m inside you, filling you deep just how you like it?”

She whimpered against his hand at his words, hips pressing back to take more of him in.

“That’s it,” he breathed, starting to move, even deeper now, slow and relentless. “That’s my girl. You take me so well. You were made for me.”

She moaned again, muffled by his hand, her body melting into the rhythm he gave her.

There was something unbearably erotic about the way their bodies fit together in the quiet dark, curled in the intimacy of that spooned embrace. Her back was pressed flush to his chest, the long, solid length of him molded against her every curve like he’d been made to hold her this way. 

His breath was hot at her neck, lips grazing the shell of her ear with every low grunt, one of his hands fondling her breast and the weight of his other arm wrapped tight around her middle made her feel both claimed and cherished. 

“Gonna feel so good when I cum inside you,” he whispered filth-soft against her ear.

He slipped the tips of his fingers into her mouth now, and she took them greedily, sucking them in with a quiet moan, tongue curling around them.

“Fuck, baby…” His hips stuttered, just for a beat. “You suck my fingers like that, I’m gonna lose it.”

She rocked back against him, meeting his movements, chasing every inch of him as he moved inside her with a deep, possessive rhythm. He pulled his fingers from her lips with a slick pop, then gripped her jaw, tilting her head back as he kissed her feverishly. 

Bill then eased his hand down her thigh, gripping and guiding her as he pulled out with a teasing drag, earning a frustrated whimper out of her due to the sudden emptiness.

“Get on your back, baby.”

She did as she was told without a word, flushed and pliant, eyes dazed with lust as she rolled beneath him. The moment he was between her legs, she spread them wider as he hovered above her. 

His cock rested heavy against her heat, still slick from her, and he looked down at her all sprawled out for him, like she was the only thing that had ever mattered.

“You gonna be good for me?” he murmured, brushing his lips over hers. “And keep it quiet while I fill you up the way you want?”

She nodded quickly, lips parting on a breathless whisper. “I’ll be good.”

Bill gave a low, rough laugh, kissing her passionately as he pushed back inside her in one long deep thrust that made her gasp, her nails dragging down his back as the position allowed him to go even deeper than before.

“Eyes on me,” he rasped, voice almost gone with restraint. “I want to see you.”

Y/N’s gaze locked on his, wide and raw with her love for him as her body surrendered to him completely. He started to move, each thrust dragging her closer to the edge as his cock hit that very perfect spot inside of her.

Her hands slipped up to cup his face, and the kiss they shared was a mix of heat and love and desperation, his tongue sweeping against hers in time with every thrust of his hips.

Bill slid one of his hands down between them, fingers grazing the dip just below her navel. He pressed his palm there firmly, like he could feel himself inside her.

“You feel that?” he whispered, forehead pressed to hers. “How deep I am? Right here, buried inside where no one else gets to be.”

She rolled her eyes as the pressure made everything tighter, sharper, more overwhelming. Each deep stroke sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her, intensified by the weight of his palm pressing down.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, unable to stop herself, the sensation so deep it bordered on unbearable. His name broke from her lips in a soft, desperate gasp, and he swallowed it whole, kissing her like he never wanted to let her go.

His hand then slid lower until his fingers found her clit, slick and swollen. He circled it lightly at first, as if savoring every twitch of her body beneath his, then with more pressure and more intent. 

The added sensation sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her, her hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Her breath hitched against his lips, her moan caught somewhere between a sob and a plea, and still, he didn’t stop, working her expertly, drawing her closer and closer to the edge with every stroke of his cock and every swirl of his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered into his mouth. “Please, Bill, just like that…”

“I won’t, baby” he promised, voice shaking as he felt her walls clenching around him. “I’m not stopping until I feel you cum on my cock. Until I know you’re mine… full of me.”

She bit back a moan, hands gripping the back of his neck as her body began to tremble beneath him. “God… I’m so close…”

“I know, honey, I know. I’ve got you.” He purred against her ear.

His hips snapped a little harder now and he couldn’t stop staring down at her all flushed, open, perfect, every bit of her his.

“Cum with me,” he growled, his thumb circling faster now. “I want you to cum when I do.”

Her back arched, a broken gasp leaving her lips as she tightened around him. “Yes, yes… Bill, I’m,”

“Now, sweetheart,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt and looking deep into her eyes. “Let go for me.”

And she did, crying out his name in a choked whisper as her orgasm crashed over her, body trembling with every shockwave of it. Bill followed with a deep moan, hips grinding as he spilled inside her, riding their highs and holding her tight as if he could anchor them both to the moment.

They stayed like that, locked together, breathing hard, their hearts thudding in sync. He brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead and kissed her softly.

“Merry Christmas,” she whispered with a dazed smile.

He chuckled, still inside her, eyes warm. “Best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

Temptation - Part 2

“A/N: I hope this next part is worth the wait, enjoy!

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The house was full of guests as the night time had finally arrived, everyone cheered, talked, drank and had fun as Robert’s party went on. I was drinking beer and playing pool with a couple of friends in his playroom.

I hadn’t seen Y/N for the rest of the day after our small event in the kitchen and as much as I secretly loved our cat and mouse game, it was better if we just stayed away from each other and so far so good. But deep down I was looking forward to see what was going to happen next between us.

“Can I play next?” Y/N’s voice caught my attention as she stood by her uncle’s side.

“Do you know how to play?” Matthew asked in a challenging tone.

“No, but I’m sure Till can teach me and I’ve heard upstairs he’s been kicking your ass for over an hour” She replied back and everyone laughed, including me.

“Damn Y/N, where did my cute little niece go?” Matthew pretended he was offended as they gave each other a side hug “I have an idea, I’ll let you train with Till for thirty minutes, then I’ll come back here to challenge you”

“Fifteen would be enough but since you insist…” She continued with her sassy tone.

“Watch your manners young lady” He took his bottle of beer and headed towards the basement’s stairs “Come on, Peter, let’s grab another drink with me. I’ll be back in 30!”

Fuck. Now I was going to be down here alone with her. Actually we weren’t completely alone, there were some other guys playing poker on a table a few feet away, but they were too engaged in their own game to pay attention to us.

“You look concerned” She smirked as she drank her own beer from the other side of the table “I promise I’ll behave”

“Have you ever played pool?”

“Once or twice maybe”

“Okay, come here”

She stood by my side and I handed her the wooden stick.

“Are you right or left-handed?”

“Right-handed”

“Okay, your feet should be a little wider than your shoulder, so spread your legs and bend over on the table” She glanced at me sideways with a devious grin on her face as she obeyed my beyond suggestive orders “Now hold the base of the stick with your right hand and rest the narrow end of the stick on your left hand”

“Like this?”

“Almost, let me help you”

I positioned myself behind her and corrected her hold on the base of the stick leaving my right hand on top of hers.

“This leg should be a little closer to the table” I said as I slid my left hand up the back of her left thigh, pushing it forwards a little, her skin shivering with the unexpected touch. It was my turn to tease her “And this hand should be like this” I bent over behind her and placed my left hand on top of hers, our mouths only inches away as our faces were side to side, and her ass was dangerously close to my crotch “Now you aim at the white ball and strike it not too gentle, but not too hard as well”

I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted to force her head down on the table and have her right then and there, in that exact position.

“Like this?” She struck the ball and sunk her first score.

“Good girl” I moved my left hand to her waist and whispered in her ear, scanning the room with my eyes to see if anyone was paying attention to us. I didn’t miss how she bit her bottom lip, but I quickly moved away from her before she had the chance to tease me back “Now all you have to do is practice and hit the right balls and you’re good to go”

She kept practicing as I gave her a few more tips and soon enough Matthew was back to challenge her. 

I sat on a stool close to the table and watched them play. It was a stirred match, but in the end Y/N won the game and ran towards me for a hug.

“WE WON, TILL” She hugged me, but soon let me go to make fun of her uncle “Loser!” She teased him.

“I let you win because you’re leaving again soon” He bragged just to taunt her. But the realization that soon she’d be gone made my heart ache a little.

“No, you didn’t, we could play as many rounds as you like and I’m sure I’d win all of them because I had the best tutor possibly”

“Next time we’re putting some money on the game!”

“Yeah, next time because now I need to get my dad’s cake” She said, leaving her stick on the table “Could you come help me with that, Till?”

“Sure” I followed her as we went up the stairs of the basement, returning to the ground floor of the house. 

But something was wrong, she didn’t bake a cake for Robert, she baked those cupcakes from earlier. 

“What about the cupcakes you baked?” I asked, trying to figure out what her plan was.

“They’re just snacks. My dad loves this cake from this local bakery and we’re going there to get it for him” She answered calmly as she fished the car keys from the key holder in the kitchen “You’re driving”

She threw me the keys and told her step-mother where we were going before we finally left the house.

“And here I was thinking you were up to something” I looked at her sideways as I started the car.

“Who said I’m not?” She replied quickly with a mischievous grin on her face.

‘Focus on the road’

I gathered all my willpower to keep my eyes on the road at all times. I was alone in a closed space with Y/N, anything could happen, and oh boy how I wanted it to happen, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t cross that line, she was my best friend’s daughter.

But she was so beautiful, so sexy, so feisty, so alluring and intoxicating. As much as I tried to ignore it, I was obsessed with her. I lied to myself saying that I didn’t want to see her or be around her. But my heart raced everytime I thought about her, let alone saw her.

And I must confess there was something else in this equation that drew me in deeper: the forbidden, the danger of lusting her, the unforgivable sin I was dying to commit.

I wanted her.

I needed her.

And gosh she was looking so beautiful in that flowery dress tonight, looking so innocent when we both knew that she was anything but it, and that turned me on even more.

Y/N put Robert’s cake in the backseat and secured it with the seatbelt around it before she returned to her seat.

“We’re good to go!” She exclaimed happily as she turned on the radio.

It was fun to watch her sing and dance to the songs she liked, until “Down On Me” by Jeremih and 50 Cent started to play.

Her hands ran down her body and between her legs, then back up to her chest, her fingers intentionally dragging the hem of her dress up almost to her hips, exposing her thighs as she did so.

“Eyes on the road, Till” She said innocently as she kept teasing me, spreading her legs wider apart. That girl… I’d get my revenge, but now I was at a great disadvantage. All I wanted to do was stop the car in the middle of the road and have my way with her, but it wouldn’t be enough, not after everything she’d put me into.

She looked at me with devilish intentions in her eyes as she rested her hand on my left thigh and caressed it lightly, getting closer to my crotch each time, until she reached my hard erection and started to stroke it through my pants, making me gulp and squeeze the wheel in my hands. 

Suddenly, Y/N unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. My heart raced in anticipation as she pulled my pants down just enough to free my cock, and before I could process what was about to happen, her tongue swirled lazily around my tip as she grabbed the base of my dick, stroking me lightly as she teased me with her tongue.

I sped up the car unconsciously as she sucked me, but I collected myself and started to drive a little slower as I shamelessly enjoyed the feeling of her wet warm lips around my shaft. My fingers’ knuckles turned white due to how hard I was gripping the wheel as she took me deeper in her mouth to her throat. Her mouth was good, so good it was painful to pay attention on the road as she bobbed her head up and down my length in a delicious rhythm.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her down on my cock, making her choke as I held her there for a couple of seconds, the feeling of her throat closing around my tip almost making me cum.

“Y/N…” I gasped, trying to warn her I was close, but she didn’t stop, instead she sped up her pace and intensified her deliciously sloppy movements, taking all of my length in her mouth each time.

I almost crashed the car when my eyes rolled back as an animalistic groan escaped my lips and exploded in her mouth. I watched her as she kept sucking my twitching shaft, eagerly swallowing all of my cum with her lust-clouded eyes connected with mine, still dazed with the orgasm I just had.

A car honk behind us caught our attention and I realized how slow I was driving. I focused my attention back on the road as she cleaned the saliva in the corner of her mouth with her finger, before she collected herself on her seat and fixed her messed up hair and dress.

I couldn’t believe what just had happened between us, we had finally crossed that line and there was no turning back now, but it was so fucking good, the adrenaline of living a forbidden affair was highly intoxicating.

A few minutes later we arrived at Robert’s house and before she could leave the car I held her by the wrist and pulled her for a kiss.

She was surprised at first, but quickly wrapped her hands around my neck as I deepened the kiss. I tangled my fingers in her hair as our tongues savored each other for the first time. That’s when it hit me, we were parked in front of a house full of guests that knew both of us and could catch us at any second. That was reckless.

“Wait, it’s dangerous here” I said, parting our lips.

“I know” She fixed her hair and dress once again “I’ll be waiting for you tonight in my bedroom, don’t let me down”

“I would never”

She gave me one last kiss and left the car.

I took a deep breath and got back inside the house. Despite the thrill and the excitement of finally having her, the party reminded me of how wrong it was.

“Till! There you are!” A drunk Robert called me from a small group of friends.

But I couldn’t bear looking at his face, not when I had just cummed in his daughter's mouth just minutes before.

The time passed incredibly slowly as I was counting the seconds for that party to end and to have Y/N in my arms. But after it was done and all the guests left, Robert and Heidi wished me a good night before I went to the guest room where I was staying for a long shower.

I could feel myself getting a little hard just by thinking about what was happening tonight. I wore some comfy pajamas and went to Y/N’s room, my rational side hoping she’d changed her mind, while my physical side was already envisioning her moaning underneath me while I fucked her hard.

Robert and Heidi were fast asleep by the time I got to her bedroom. I took a deep breath and suddenly she opened the door and pulled me inside, closing it behind me before I pulled her for a kiss.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” I asked her as my eyes traveled down her body covered by her sleeping robe.

“Yes” She took my hand and put it on her naked pussy beneath the robe, making me feel how wet she already was for me “I want you, Till” She whispered against my lips.

I took my hand back and licked her arousal off my fingers, tasting her as I looked deep inside her beautiful eyes. Then, I pulled the string of her robe, slowly untying it and she bit her bottom lip as the robe slid down her arms revealing her completely naked body in front of me.

I pulled her for a passionate kiss as my hands explored her curves and we slowly walked to her bed. Our kiss was hungry, needy and obscene, our mouths and tongues connected in a perfect rhythm as she ran her hands down my abs to the hem of my shirt to undress me.

I broke our kiss and pushed her to her bed roughly making her whimper as I quickly undressed myself so we had no more distractions between us. I stroked myself slowly as she opened her legs for me and gave me a full view of her dripping intimacy, sliding one of her hands down her body towards her core and touching her wet folds and clit as she watched me.

We watched ourselves shamelessly as our eyes devoured each other. It was so erotic, so sexy, and mouthwatering, I was practically drolling over her as I imagined all the ways I would have her.

“You have no idea what you signed up for” I said, pulling her by the ankle to the edge of the bed and leaned in to kiss her, making sure my dick would rub against her soft flesch as we kissed.

I broke our kiss and drove my lips to her neck, making a trail of kisses and soft love bites on her sweet spot close to her earlobe. She whimpered and rolled her hips upwards trying to make her entrance meet my tip, but I pressed her hips down on the bed keeping her in place. She’d tortured me for so long, now I was going to torture her.

“Shh… I’ll take my time with you” I whispered against her lips as I slid my hands from her thighs to her breasts, fondling them before pinching her nipples lightly, making her arch her body against me, seeking for more contact.

“I need to feel you from inside… please” She purred.

“Not yet” I bit her bottom lip teasingly before my lips trailed down her neck to the valley of her breasts.

I licked my way down her stomach and stopped right under her navel, biting the soft skin in the area as I cupped her breasts, rolled them with the palms of my hands and squeezed them. My lips traveled up her body once again towards her chest, where they replaced one of my hands on her soft mounds. I rolled her hard nipple with my tongue before I sucked it and bit it lightly, earning a moan from her. I switched my attention between her breasts, while my mouth took care of one, my hand massaged the other, never neglecting them.

I sucked her breasts one last time as I grazed my short fingernails on the sides of her body, from her ribs to her ass cheeks, squeezing them hard. My lips trailed wet kisses down her stomach towards her pussy as I spread her legs further apart.

I skipped her core and licked her inner thighs, earning me a frustrated moan out of her lips as I sucked hard a spot close to her crotch, hard enough to leave a mark for a couple of days. I knelt down on the floor in front of the bed so my face was in the same level as her pussy. I held her by her hips as I brushed my lips on her womanhood and blew it slightly making her shudder with the warm breath touching her sensitiveness. 

“Come on, Ti…” She lost her words when my flat tongue lapped from her entrance to her clit, licking every drop of her delicious juices, making a moan escape her lips.

“Quiet” I commanded, squeezing her thighs as a warning sign.

She bit her bottom lip and squirmed when I rolled my tongue over her clit and then sucked it. She clawed the sheets and arched her back as I devoured her, making sure I’d hit her sensitive spots with the right speed and intensity according to her reactions everytime. She pulled my hair and pressed my head down as if she was trying to merge my face with her pussy as I flicked and sucked her clit eagerly.

She whined as I slid a finger inside her while I kept eating her out, quickly finding and stimulating her g-spot, curling my finger slightly in ‘come here’ motions in sync with my tongue movements on her clit. I knew she was getting close to her climax, and due to her unstoppable wriggling, I snaked my free arm around her thigh and rested my hand on her lower stomach, keeping her in place.

I added a second finger inside her and she bit her own arm to keep her from moaning and announcing to the whole house what was happening inside that room. Her walls clenched my fingers and my cock got painfully harder just with the thought of her warmth clenching around it as I fucked her. Fuck.

I intensified my movements with my tongue and my fingers and she clenched her thighs around my head tightly keeping me in place as her whole body trembled with her climax and she quickly covered her face with a pillow to muffle a loud moan. I lapped all of her arousal as I kept stimulating her, riding her high to its fullest until her body got relaxed.

I hovered over her and traced my thumb on her swollen lips as I delighted myself in her stupidly sexed expression, before my lips captured hers once again in a deep, passionate, addictive kiss.

Without parting our lips she flipped us over and got on top of me, holding my arms against the mattress as she grinded her wetness against my shaft teasingly.

“Are you trying to take over control?” I challenged her as she nipped and sucked my neck and positioned my tip on her entrance.

“I’m not trying, I’m taking” She answered before she slowly sank in slowly all my length inside her. Deep gasps left our lips as my cock stretched her tight walls and I rolled my eyes to its tightness around me “Fuck, you’re so big…”

She whined as she let go of my arms and slid both her hands down my chest, scratching me as she slowly started to rock her hips back and forth. I bit my bottom lip and squeezed her asscheeks trying to make her move faster and harder, but she was doing that on purpose, just to tease me with her torturing rhythm.

What a beautiful view I had in front of me: an amazing naked woman on top of me, riding me with a beautiful sexed expression trying not to moan as I filled her deep. Her beautiful round breasts jiggled as she rolled her hips and sped up her pace, bouncing on top of me deliciously, impossibly better than in my daydreams about her.

I ran my hands up her body and cupped her boobs, squeezing them as she rode me violently, making me want to cum right on the spot, but I couldn’t. As much as I wanted her to ride me until I cummed, I still needed to teach her a lesson for all the teasing I had been through, and before she could react, I grabbed her arms and flipped us over again.

“I must say I loved having you on top of me” I slid one of my hands from her arms to her neck, choking her.

”But I’m a dominant…” I growled, stating my position as I pushed myself inside her again, impossibly deeper than before and choked her harder, stifling a loud scream out of her throat “Now be a good girl and don’t make a sound”

With my other hand, I put her legs over my shoulder so I could go even deeper and I increased my speed and roughness with each violent thrust. My hand left her neck and covered her mouth as she couldn’t stop moaning as I railed her and the sound of our skins slapping resonated through the room.

I pulled myself out of her and flipped her on fours, spreading her legs apart with my knees as I pressed her head down on the bed by her nape. 

I bit one of her asscheeks and licked all the way up from her ass to her shoulder blades before I thrusted my dick inside her again, reaching a new depth due to the new position, making her nearly scream.

“Too d-deep” She moaned.

“Quiet!” I growled and smacked her ass in reprehension, which she just seemed to enjoy even more.

I saw her smiling devilishly as she looked to our right and just then I realized she had a floor to ceiling mirror next to her bed, and what a beautiful scene it was to watch my hips slapping against her round ass, which only made me slam in harder inside her.

“So you like to watch what I’m doing to you?”

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back, making her body shiver and arch towards mine as I whispered against her ear, never ceasing the thrusting.

“So let’s take a closer look”

I pulled her out of the bed and led us to the mirror making her face it. She rested both of her hands on the mirror as I held her by her hips and pushed myself inside her as I also watched us in the mirror.

My sweaty black hair was all over my face and my muscles flexed with each thrust. Her mouth was open in ecstasy and her eyes were clouded with lust as she watched herself being dominated by someone she could never even dream of getting involved with. 

The adrenaline of the forbidden.

That’s until a knock on the door caught our attention and made us frozen on our spots.

“Y/N, are you okay?” We heard Robert’s muffled voice from the other side of the door and we both looked at each other terrified.

She quickly ran to the door and unlocked it, answering him with just her head out, blocking him from any other view from the room.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” He asked again.

“Yes, dad, I’m okay” She answered. That’s when I had an idea. An idea that could go really wrong. I tiptoed behind her and let her know I was there by holding her waist in place.

“I thought I had heard some strange sounds coming from your room”

“Nevermind, I’m having these awful pangs of cramps” I penetrated her again as she spoke to him, forcing her to strangle any reaction while she spoke to her dad, but I knew she was having a hard time since the knuckles of her fingers on the door knob got white with how hard she was gripping it “I j-just took a medicine for it and s-soon I’ll be fine, o-okay?” She stuttered as I moved in and out of her and a torturing pace, her walls clenching around me, forcing me to hold back a moan.

“Okay babe, call me if you need anything”

“Sure, thanks dad”

She finally closed and locked the door and I pulled her hips harshly to meet mine while she braced herself on the door as I resumed my pace. One of my hands squeezed one of her breasts while the other snaked itself around her head covering her mouth as I pounded in and out of her, still standing behind the door.

She was reaching her limit and so was I, her legs were already faltering, so I led us to her bed again and laid her there. I hovered over her again and didn’t waste any time before I continued railing her, even harder than before. She clawed my arms and my back while she bit her bottom lip to keep her from moaning, our eyes both dazed with pleasure connected intensely as I fucked the life out of her body with my ruthless thrusts.

“Cum inside me, Till!”

She sank her nails on my arms, her eyes rolled back and her walls clenched around my twitching cock while she arched her back and her whole body trembled underneath mine as she was blinded by her orgasm, her clenching and her plead making me get my own climax at the same time as her. I rode our highs, burying myself deep with faltering but hard thrusts as I spilled myself inside her, before I gathered all my strength to finally pull myself out of her.

“It’s dripping down my thighs” She giggled, still out of breath, as her fingers collected some of the cum that was oozing out of her. She looked at me obscenely and licked her fingers looking deep inside my eyes.

“If you get me riled up again I won’t stop until you pass out”.

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I'm the anon who requested this Noah story

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I thought my request might have been too spicy but thank you for fulfilling it!! I loved it!!

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I have some ideas regarding reader x Noah bf/gf scenario, so who knows, there might be a part 2 in the future if my creativity allows me to 😅