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Closer - Bill Skarsgard x Reader (+18)

Closer - Bill Skarsgard X Reader (+18)
Closer - Bill Skarsgard X Reader (+18)

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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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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.

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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.”


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3 years ago

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.

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“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.

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“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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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”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. 

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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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2 months ago

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 4

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) X Reader | Part. 4

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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:

Two posts in a day, that’s a record for me! I hope you enjoy this chapter, let me know what you think it’s happening between them, I’ll see you in the next one!!

Tags: @malenoradgn @muchwita @a-differentbrandof-beans

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Disclaimers:

As the story progresses I’ll let you know if the chapters have any sensitive topics beforehand.

This story will have smut scenes in the future, but you’ll be warned!

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

This is AU Eric Draven!!!

End of Author’s note.

His lips were softer than she’d imagined, warm and impossibly slow at first, like he was learning her mouth one breath at a time. The moment she kissed him, the rest of the world blurred. Nothing else mattered except the taste of him and the way one of his hands slid into her hair pulling her closer.

His other hand slid from her waist to her lower back, pulling her under him with both tenderness and possession that made her breath catch. The mattress shifted, creaked beneath the slow, deliberate press of his body on top of hers.

His mouth claimed hers with a hunger she’d never imagined he’d show her. Not like this. Not to her. She gasped into the kiss, and he swallowed the sound, his hand slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to feel her soft skin under his touch. Her legs parted, welcoming the weight of him between them, and his hips sank lower, grinding slowly into hers like he wanted to give her a small taste of how he’d do it.

She moaned at the feeling of his bulge against her core and he kissed her harder. His teeth grazed her bottom lip. She arched beneath him, fingers twisting into his hair as the kiss turned desperate, messy, real. Way too real.

“Y/N.” 

Eric’s voice was distant, but then when he called her again it got clearer.

“Y/N.”

Her eyes snapped open and reality crashed over her. The room was still, quiet, lightly illuminated by the first shy rays of sun coming from behind the curtains. Her pulse thundered in her ears. Her chest rose and fell too fast.

She turned her head and found him there. Propped up on one elbow beside her. His green eyes were filled with concern and his free hand rested on her waist just like in the beginning of her dream.

“You okay?” Eric whispered lowly, voice hoarse with sleep.

“W-what? Why?” Was all she could muster as she too was trying to understand what was real and what wasn’t.

“You were calling my name,” he said, voice lower now, gentle. “Kinda like… you were out of breath.”

She blinked and her eyes widened. Her lips still tingled and she could feel her cheeks getting beet-red at the realization that she was having a wet dream with Eric, and to make things even worse, she was calling for him in real life.

She tried to answer, but the words stuck somewhere between her chest and throat.

He watched her for a beat, brows drawing together. “Nightmare?”

No, she thought. Worse. She gave a small shake of her head and tugged at her blanket at the same time she squeezed her legs together, trying - and failing - to dull the ache between them. “No. Just… Weird dream.”

Eric was way too sleepy to read deeper into the situation, so he just gave up on pushing any further and laid back down, getting ready to sleep again.

Y/N laid frozen under the covers long after Eric’s breathing slowed again beside her.

The dream clung to her like smoke, curling into the corners of her mind no matter how hard she tried to shake it. Every time she closed her eyes, she could still feel the weight of him, the heat between their bodies, the way he kissed her like he wanted to devour her.

And god, at that very moment she wanted to be devoured by him.

The rest of the weekend blurred in a mess. She tried to act normal, or whatever that meant, but something had changed. In the way she didn’t get angry anymore when she caught him looking at her, in the way she now wanted to be seen by him and, specially, in the way she now waited eagerly for their next argument just to have him making a sassy, flirty remark towards her.

She was turning into what she swore, since high school, she’d never become: one of those Eric obsessed girls, and she hated herself when she realized that.

She’d laugh too loudly when someone else made a joke, just to fill the tension.

That dream made something shift inside of her. She was always aware that Eric affected her somehow, and she always thought it was some kind of negative and hurtful way, until that very fucking dream.

Now, she wasn’t so sure. 

And the worst part? He hadn’t changed. Not really. He was still cocky, infuriating, annoyingly charming. He still knew exactly how to push her buttons and smirk when she snapped back. But somewhere between their silent stares and the tight corners of shared space, something else had started to simmer.

Or maybe it had always been there. Maybe the hate was just smoke and this was the fire.

On the last morning, she packed her things in silence. Eric was in the kitchen with the others, half-listening to a story someone was telling, coffee mug in hand, hair still a mess from sleep. He laughed at something, and the sound twisted something low in her stomach. God, she hated him. She hated how good he looked when he was relaxed like that, completely unaware of the chaos he left behind in her head.

She said her goodbyes, lingering with Alex since it would be the last time in a long time they’d see each other, and then jumped into her car, eager to get away from that house, from him and the dream that still haunted her.

By the time she pulled into her apartment’s garage, she felt like she’d been holding her breath the whole way back.

She threw her bag in the corner of the room and collapsed onto her bed without changing. The sheets were cold. Nothing like the heat of that shared bed, or the ghost of a touch, or the promise of a kiss that had only existed in her mind, but felt more real than anything she’d known in a long time.

She must have been ovulating. It was the only plausible reason for her hyperfixation. The ovulation period did wonders to a woman’s mind and dignity so once it was gone she’d go back to normal, to despising his existence.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

But later that night, when she stepped out of the shower, hair dripping, skin flushed and warm, she caught herself doing another thing she swore she wouldn’t.

She checked her phone.

No messages. No missed calls. No Eric.

She didn’t even have his number and he didn’t have hers, so it was obviously an impossible scenario.

Still, her fingers hovered over her screen like she expected something to appear. Something impulsive. Like did you sleep better without me? Or next time, try not to moan my name so loud when you dream about me.

She dropped the phone face-down on the bed, cursed under her breath. This wasn’t her. She didn’t dream about boys who used to make her life hell. She didn’t want them to do it all over again.

And yet, when she closed her eyes that night, he was already there, behind her eyelids, waiting for her in her sheets, marking her skin.


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1 month ago

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

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:

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

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 ❤️❤️❤️

Tag list: @muchwita @witchofozz @wiseyouthinfluencer @malenoradgn @bloodykisserr @a-differentbrandof-beans 

End of Author’s Note

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.”


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2 months ago

Beg For Me - Bill Skarsgard x Reader (+18)

Beg For Me - Bill Skarsgard X Reader (+18)

(The image above does not belong to me, all credits belong to its owner)

Author’s note:

Hello my loves, I’m back again and this time you’ll be having Bill on his knees for you… Hope you all enjoy it 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Masterlist

Disclaimers:

Smut (this is practically a pwp tbh). Unprotected p in v (wrap it up in real life). Bondage. Sensorial play. Hand job. Oral (m! Receiving).

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 story, requests with Bill are open so if you have any ideas I’m all ears!

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 ❤️❤️❤️

WC: 3.5K

Tag request: @muchwita

End of Author’s Note

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The first message came in while you were still at work.

“I’d have you bent over my lap right now if I could.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t ignore the way your body reacted, warmth spreading through you at just the thought.

Then, another.

“Wouldn’t stop until your legs are shaking. Until you’re dripping for me.”

Your breath hitched. Bill had been out of town for days, but distance clearly wasn’t keeping him from getting under your skin. You hadn’t seen him in nearly a week, but now that he was finally coming home, he was determined to make you feel his absence.

The next message had a picture: his hand, gripping himself over his jeans, thumb teasing at the waistband like he might pull them down.

And then the real one hit: a video.

His cock was out, thick and hard in his fist, stroking himself slowly, just enough to tease, to make you watch. His thumb slicked over the tip, a sharp inhale slipping through the recording.

Another message followed.

“I’d be inside you by now. You’d be soaked, dripping down my cock. Bet you’d be begging for me to make you come.”

Your stomach clenched. Heat curled low in your belly, sharp and instant. You exhaled, steadying yourself to keep your facade at work as you tried to ignore the ache settling deep in your core.

Bastard.

He kept going, text after text, describing everything he would do to you when he got back. The way he’d have you spread out beneath him. How he’d hold you down, leave you breathless, push you to the edge until you were too wrecked to do anything but moan his name, fully at his mercy.

But by the time you left work, your patience had snapped and now you were taking over that game.

-0-

The apartment was dark, save for the glow of candlelight flickering against the walls. Everything had been arranged, the candles, the silk ties resting on the bed. The final touch, a note taped to the front door at eye level:

“Bedroom. Clothes off. Sit. Wait. Don’t touch.”

It didn’t take long and the front door creaked open. A small pause. Then came the sound of rustling fabric - his jacket sliding off, the clink of his belt undone. Footsteps making their way toward the bedroom, where you waited for him.

When he stepped into the bedroom, he froze as his gaze locked on you instantly.

His eyes dragged over you slowly. Black lace hugged your curves in all the right places, high heels accentuating the sharp lines of your legs. Candlelight caught in your hair and glinted against your glossed lips.

His jaw tightened and you could see it in his eyes, the hunger, the way his body went tense, ready to close the distance between you, but he decided to play along and finished undressing in front of you, just like instructed.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice thick.

“Sit.”

He narrowed his eyes lightly before obeying, curious as to what you had in mind.

He lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress, thighs spread, muscles coiled tight and his already hard cock resting against his lower abs. His hands pressed against the sheets, but the tension in them was obvious, like he was barely holding himself back.

You stepped between his legs and his chin tilted up to meet your gaze, his green eyes blown wide, dark and wanting.

But you wouldn’t give it to him yet. You lifted one foot and pressed the sharp point of your heel against his chest, just enough to make him lay onto the bed, arms splayed wide, breath unsteady.

Then you climbed onto the bed and hovered over him, the sight of your breasts so close to his face taunting him as he tried to keep in mind he couldn’t touch you.

“You spent all day telling me what you’d do to me,” you murmured, your lips almost brushing against his. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t have something to say about that?”

His chest rose sharply, his hands flexing against the sheets.

“Let’s see how much begging you end up doing tonight.”

His breath got heavier now, full of anticipation. You were so close, your perfume curled through the air between you, making his head swim. If he angled his face just right, his lips would graze the soft skin of your throat.

So Bill tried.

His hands flexed against the sheets, control slipping, as he lifted his head just enough to brush his lips over your collarbone. Just the smallest touch, he needed it.

But you were quicker. Your fingers curled into his hair and pulled on it, the sharp tug forcing him back down against the mattress.

“I said no touching” you murmured teasingly, with a playful smirk on your lips.

His jaw clenched. His chest rose, fell and rose again, his body already wound too tight, already desperate for you, after all his own teasing throughout the day also got him affected. But you were in control now, and the flicker of amusement in your eyes told him you were enjoying this.

He swallowed hard, muscles twitching with restraint as you slid further up the bed, your hands gliding over his arms, guiding him backwards until his back met the pillows and his head rested against the headboard.

“Give me your hands” you ordered and he complied.

He lifted his arms above his head, stretching them toward the headboard. His well defined biceps flexed as he let them rest there, leaving himself fully at your disposal.

The second his wrists made contact with the cool wood, you shifted on the bed. You reached out for one of his own ties and looped it around his wrist with practiced ease, the smooth fabric a deceptive contrast to the way you pulled it tight, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

His throat bobbed with a swallow, his green eyes locked on yours, burning through you as you repeated the process on his other wrist. Another tie. Another knot.

You bit your bottom lip as you admired your own work. “You look so good like this.”

His fingers curled into fists and his breath was uneven.

“You won’t be saying that when I get my hands on you,” he muttered, voice thick with heat.

But you only smiled, a devious smirk playing on your lips as you leaned your face closer to his one last time.

“And who said you’ll be getting your hands on me at all?”

A wicked glint flickered in your eyes as you reached for the small bowl on the nightstand, a bowl he hadn’t noticed was there before. His gaze followed your movements expectantly, but he said nothing, only watched.

The first touch of ice against his collarbone made him flinch and inhale sharply, muscles flexing beneath the melting cube as you dragged it slowly down his chest.

“You seem tense,” you murmured, watching a droplet slip down the ridges of his stomach. You leaned in, following the same path with your tongue, the warmth of your mouth chasing away the cold.

Bill groaned, his jaw clenching as his fingers curled into fists above his head. You did it again, pressing the ice against his heated skin, then licking and suckling away the damp trail, your tongue flicking over his nipple just to watch his stomach tense.

“Fuck” His voice was tight.

You smiled, dragging the ice lower and over the ridges of his abs, down the sharp line of his hip bone.

He sucked in a breath, anticipation thick in the air as you let the ice melt just above his cock, a single drop slipping down to his length. His hips jerked up, chasing sensation, but you pulled away, a small hum of disapproval leaving your lips.

“Still so impatient.”

His eyes were dark now, pupils blown wide with need. But you weren’t done playing.

You put the ice cube away and slid lower, your breath hot against his inner thighs. His cock twitched, eagerly waiting but you only kissed the inside of his knee softly and then higher, your lips ghosting along the sensitive skin, tongue flicking out on his inner thighs just enough to tease him.

His breath stuttered.

And when he thought you’d wrap your lips around his cock you pulled back completely.

A frustrated growl rumbled in his throat, his head tilting back against the headboard as he tried to get himself under control.

“You…”

You only smirked. “Did you really think I’d make it that easy?”

His chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths. “You are fucking evil.”

You just laughed, climbing back up his body, pressing your palm to his stomach, feeling the way it tightened beneath your touch as you grazed your nails over his abs.

When your hands found his cock, you wrapped them around it and the sound Bill made was nearly guttural.

Your grip was firm, just enough pressure to drive him insane as you collected the precum leaking from his tip with your thumb and spread it over its soft head in light circular movements.

Your hands started to pump him in the rhythm you knew drove him insane and you reveled in the sight before you: Bill tied up completely at your mercy, brows furrowed and lips parted as his eyes were fixed on your hands working on his cock.

His hips jerked up, seeking more and you knew by watching him that it was him chasing his high, but that only made you slow down, your thumb circling over the swollen leaking tip again, teasing, taunting. His muscles locked and his fingers curled against the headboard in frustration.

“Not yet,” you whispered.

His head snapped up, wild frustration in his eyes. “You can’t just…”

Your pace slowed even more, barely there now, and his words cut off with a sharp inhale.

“Oh, but I can.”

His breath was ragged, his body straining, fighting against the need to get free from the ties restraining him. But you didn’t stop, you resumed your previous ministrations, hands pumping up and down, wrists twisting in opposite directions to add an extra layer of stimulation and you could feel him throbbing and thickening in your hands.

But then again you didn’t let him fall over the edge. Just kept him right there, stuck, desperate, a wreck beneath your touch as you let go of him.

Bill nearly lost his mind. A rough sound tore from his throat as his hips lifted, searching, needing.

But you were already leaning back, taking your panties and bra off as you sat on the bed in from of him, your legs spread wide open allowing him full view of your pussy.

His gaze snapped to you, wild and starving as you slid one of your hands down your body, fingers dipping between your folds.

“I’m so soaked,” you breathed, your voice dripping with wicked satisfaction as his green eyes were almost fully black as he drank in the sight of you.

You moaned, head tipping back, putting on a show just for him, knowing exactly what you were doing. His jaw clenched as he pulled at the restraints, a frustrated growl leaving his lips, but his reaction only fueled you.

“Bet you wish it was you,” you teased, sliding your fingers deep inside your cunt, voice breathy and full of sin.

“Fucking untie me,” he ground out.

You moaned louder, fingers moving slick and slow as your other hand traced up your own body, teasing your breast, your hard nipple trapped between your fingers.

You only let your legs fall open wider, back arching as you toyed with your clit, your breath catching as pleasure bloomed under your own hand.

The sight was devastating and he couldn’t look away. His cock pulsed and ached, his pleasure denied while you brought yourself to the edge right in front of him. Every moan, every roll of your hips was for him, but not his to touch.

You knew that would make him lose his mind and the way his chest heaved up and down only confirmed it.

You rolled your hips against your hand, your fingers hitting just the right spot as your moans turned breathless, erratic. You could feel it building, heat tightening deep inside, the teasing edge finally giving way to something sharp and consuming.

“Oh fuck, Bill!” You gasped, legs trembling as your orgasm crashed through you like a wave. Your back arched, head thrown back, mouth parted in a cry that was nothing short of obscene.

He stared, utterly wrecked by the scene in front of him. His wrists strained against the ties, jaw locked tight, eyes wide with something between desperation and reverence.

He watched every second of your undoing, every shiver, every breathless twitch, and it broke him a little more.

When you finally stilled, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, a slow, satisfied smile curved your lips.

Still pulsing with the aftershocks, you dragged your fingers from between your thighs, slick with your release, and crawled up the bed like a predator. His arms stretched above him, muscles tense, eyes locked on you as if you were the only thing keeping him sane.

You hovered over his chest, slow and deliberate, your slick fingers held just above his mouth.

“Open,” you said, voice low and commanding.

He didn’t hesitate. His lips parted instantly.

“Good boy.”

You slipped your fingers into his mouth, watching his eyes flutter shut as he sucked your release off your skin, tongue curling around each digit like he’d been starving for it. A filthy groan slipped from deep in his throat.

“You taste that?” You purred, leaning down to brush your lips against his ear. “That’s what you’re missing out on.”

You pulled your fingers from his mouth with a soft pop, his tongue chasing the taste as his eyes fluttered open, dark and dazed. He was so far gone already and you weren’t even finished with him yet.

“Poor thing,” you murmured, trailing your fingers down his chest, letting your nails scrape lightly across his skin. His abs tensed beneath your touch, every muscle in his body drawn taut like a wire. “So hard it must hurt.”

His cock twitched against his stomach at your words, swollen, flushed, and leaking, so desperate for attention it nearly made you pity him.

Nearly.

You moved lower, dragging your body down his until you were eye-level with his cock, heat radiating off him in waves. You pressed a kiss to the base of his shaft and he hissed, hips jerking slightly before you laid a firm hand on his thigh to pin him still.

“Stay.”

His groan was low and broken. “Please…”

You gave him no warning. Your mouth wrapped around him, warm and wet, taking him deep with a slow, filthy slide that made his head slam back against the headboard.

“Fucking, fuck!” He choked out, voice raw.

You hummed around him, letting the vibrations drag another curse from his lips. You bobbed your head slowly, sucking him in and pulling off with obscene sounds, letting your tongue lap at the tip, flicking across the most sensitive spot until he was trembling under your hands.

“Oh my… Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” he pleaded, thighs quivering under your palms as you took him down your throat.

You didn’t stop, but you didn’t speed up either. You kept your pace deliberate, torturous, tongue swirling around the head of his cock while you stroked the rest with your hand before you swallowed him whole again. He was right there. You could feel it, taste it in the way he pulsed against your tongue, the way his breathing fractured.

His entire body went stiff, his moans were wrecked and desperate. He was right on the edge.

So you stopped. Your mouth slipped off him with a soft pop. You blew a gentle breath over the tip, smirking when he nearly sobbed.

“Not like this,” you whispered, climbing back up his body.

“Please,” he gasped. “I can’t…”

You kissed him then, slow and deep, letting him taste himself on your tongue as you straddled him.

You leaned back slightly, your eyes meeting his.

“You’ve been so good,” you said softly, praising him. “Such a good boy for me.”

He stared up at you, wrecked and waiting, his wrists still bound to the headboard, chest rising with uneven breaths as you rolled your hips, your wet pussy coating his cock with your arousal.

You lifted your hips just enough to align his tip with your entrance, then slowly sank down onto his cock. The sound he made wasn’t human.

A guttural moan ripped from his throat as your tight heat swallowed him inch by inch, your slick walls gripping him so perfectly he couldn’t breathe. His fingers clenched uselessly in the restraints, head thrown back, throat exposed as he completely unraveled beneath you.

“Fuuuck” he groaned, voice dragged and wrecked.

You stilled once you were fully seated, taking a breath as the stretch hit you, delicious and full. He filled you in every way, so deep, so hard, your own eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

Then you leaned forward, your mouth brushing his ear.

“Now,” you whispered, voice like velvet, “you can come.”

You started to ride him, slow at first, then faster, harder, grinding down with every thrust, watching him come apart beneath you, no restraint left, no control, all yours.

You bounced on him, your hands pressed to his chest for leverage as you rolled your hips faster, chasing the high now pulsing through both of you. Every slide of his cock dragged against your walls, hitting the perfect spot again and again, your slick sounds mingling with his ragged gasps and broken groans.

His face contorted in pleasure, sweat beading along his brow. He couldn’t look away from you, your body riding him like a dream, your lips parted as soft moans spilled out, your eyes locked onto his, commanding and adoring all at once.

“I-I’m close…” He warned, voice strangled, like he was unraveling from the inside out.

“I know,” you whispered, grinding down harder, letting your hips circle as you clenched around him, milking every sound from his throat. “I can feel it. Give it to me, you’ve earned it.”

That broke him.

With a shuddering cry, his body snapped. His hips jerked up helplessly, cock buried deep as he came hard inside you, his moans raw and desperate, your name falling from his lips like worship.

The heat of it, the way he trembled beneath you, the wrecked look in his eyes, it sent you straight over the edge with him.

Your orgasm hit hard again, its electric waves blinding you as you came undone on top of him. Your head tipped back, thighs shaking as you ground down on him, your pussy fluttering around his cock as you cried out, overwhelmed by the pleasure ripping through you again.

You collapsed over him, your forehead against his, both of you gasping for air as aftershocks trembled through your bodies.

Neither of you spoke at first. You just breathed each other in, his skin, his warmth, the familiar thud of his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

You reached up lazily to untie his wrists, and the second the restraints loosened, his hands dropped to your back. One drifted into your hair, the other slid down to your hip, holding you to him like he never wanted to let go.

“Holy fuck,” he rasped, voice ragged from moaning, from begging, from needing you. “This way you’re gonna kill me one day.”

You smiled, nuzzling your nose against his neck, lips brushing his skin. “You’ll die happy, though.”

He chuckled, low and breathless, the sound vibrating through your body. “No doubt.”

You shifted slightly, still seated on him, your bodies still joined. His hands tightened on you like he didn’t want to lose the connection, and neither did you. That fullness, that intimacy, it was more than just physical. It was everything. It was home.

“I missed you,” he murmured, voice quieter now. “The messages were torture for me too. Seeing you like that, feeling you again…” His thumb stroked your lower back, slow and adoring. “Fuck, baby. You own me.”

You lifted your head just enough to meet his gaze, your smile softening, your fingertips brushing along his jaw. “You’ve always been mine.”

The way he looked at you, like nothing else in the world existed, made your chest ache.

Still inside you, still tangled together in candlelight and sweat and silk, he leaned up just enough to kiss you. Not desperate now. Not greedy. Just full of love.

The kind that burned slow and deep.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“I know,” you whispered back, smiling. “And I love how fucking wrecked you look right now.”

He groaned, laughing as he pulled you down into his arms again, his hands roaming your back with that familiar, grounding touch. “Don’t tempt me,” he muttered. “If you start something, I’m not stopping till sunrise.”

You smirked into his skin. “Then we better hydrate.”

And together, you melted into the mattress, tangled in each other, limbs lazy and warm, every inch of tension gone, because you didn’t need anything else. Just this. Just him. Just you. Always.


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10 months ago

The Death Of Peace Of Mind - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

The Death Of Peace Of Mind - Noah Sebastian X Reader (+18)
The Death Of Peace Of Mind - Noah Sebastian X Reader (+18)

Author’s Note:

This story was a request by an anon, and I hope I made justice to their imagination.

Warnings: Lots and lots of smut as always, masturbation, oral (both receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected p in v, creampie, aftercare, Noah’s chain living rent free in my mind.

Once again: english is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

Tag request: @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning

WC: 2.8K

Final reminders: requests are open with Noah, but they may have an expiration date because I tend to have writer’s block with people I see in real life (that happened back in my teenage years with Anthony Kiedis and last year with Till Lindemann), so since I’m seeing Bad Omens this October, my stories with Noah might come to an end after this date, so if you have anything in mind, feel free to contact me, I’m all ears!!!

Please, if you enjoy it, don’t forget to like, reblog and/or comment, your feedback is what keeps me writing!!!

End of Author’s Note

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You missed him.

You texted each other daily, but you missed waking up to his beautiful voice singing random songs around the house, ordering take out food for anime marathon nights, fighting over ps5 games and even the bickering you had with each other on occasion.

But that’s the cost of being a world wide famous rockstar roommate.

You and Noah were friends for a few years now and even though the idea of being roommates was a temporary thing at the beginning, the dynamics between the two of you worked out so great you just settled with it, even though you already were financially stable enough to have your own place.

But honestly, that was just an excuse you kept repeating to yourself in order to deny the sparkles in your chest every time you saw him, every time you were with him or even thought about him.

You were friends and you never let those sparkles ignite inside you because you didn’t want to ruin it all and lose him.

However, being away from him for months now was driving you insane, and the fact he still had a couple of months on the road until he came back got you climbing up the walls in agony.

It took you his long absence to acknowledge that those sparks were actually a wildfire being kept under control by his presence.

And today you missed and wanted him so much you found yourself in his bedroom, rummaging through his clothes. You soon found one of his favorite hoodies to wear while home and put it on immediately, reveling in the smell of his cologne that lingered.

You studied his bed covered by a dark comforter and you couldn’t help but to wonder what is it like to have him there, unholy thoughts taking over your mind in record speed as you got all hot and bothered only by contemplating his bed and all the ways you’d crave for him to have you there.

You sprawled on his bed and a wicked idea came into your head as heat pooled between your legs.

Your hand found its way down your center while Noah’s image painted itself in your head. The first touch, despite being delicate, followed by a wave of pleasure spreading goosebumps all over your skin.

You closed your eyes and from there on, in your mind he was there with you. Those were his fingers instead of yours.

You imagined the way his thin nose would run up your neck before he kissed and nipped on it, the sinful ways his slender tattooed fingers would explore the curves on their way up your body until he wrapped them around your neck, choking you as he bottomed you out looking in your eyes.

Those thoughts alone were enough to make your fingers work harder on your nerve bud as your other hand squeezed one of your boobs from underneath his hoodie, his name leaving your lips in lascive whimpers as you got dangerously close to your orgasm in record speed, your hips shamelessly moving in sync with your hands for an extra shot of pleasure.

You were so concentrated and so close to your climax you didn’t hear the front door opening downstairs, nor the steps coming up the stairs and then halting by the bedroom door at the sight of you.

Noah, who’d came home earlier during a few days break to surprise you, was hypnotized not only by watching you fuck yourself off, but also by the way his name slipped out of your lips in filthy moans, and his pants seemed to get incredibly tight in matter of seconds.

He couldn’t help but to palm himself over his dark jeans, while he leant his other arm on the door jamb to get more comfortable to watch that show in front of him, his eyes switching from your lips chanting his name, to your hand on your breasts underneath his hoodie and to the hand inside your shorts, dying take them off and bury himself deep in you, to get coated in your slick, to feel you clenching around him.

He wanted to join you. He wanted you.

So when he realized you were a few strokes away from your orgasm, he cleared his throat to make his presence known, making you jump as you covered yourself, mortified that you’d been caught by him, your whole face burning in shame as you dropped your gaze, unable to take the smallest look at his reaction.

“I’m so sorry” Your apology came out as a whisper.

“I’m not” He licked his lips causing you to throb.

Noah closed the door behind himself and stood by the foot of the bed, arms crossed as he raked his eyes over your figure. He’d never looked at you like that, at least you’d never noticed, but at that very moment you were sure he also wanted you to be more than just his friend.

Still you decided to play dumb, you never thought you’d reach that point with him and now that he’d already caught you hands on, you wanted to see what he would do next.

“I’m so sorry, Noah, I shouldn’t have come to your room like that I…” He cut you off.

“You’re really sorry?”

“Yes”

“Then show me”

His words went straight to your core and your heart was beating so fast you thought you’d collapse in front of him.

“How?”

“Come here”

He motioned with his hand as you crawled on the bed towards him, his tall frame towering over you as you sat on your knees before him.

He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your lips, tugging on your lower lip, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you lick the pad of his thumb, twirling your tongue around it as he pushed his finger inside your mouth.

“I always knew you’d look good in my bed”

His confession made your blood run faster through your veins as he brought your head closer to his body, making you bend forwards as his fingers slid to the back of your head, entangling in your hair, your mouth now only inches away from the very evident bulge inside his pants.

Your hands went straight to his waistband, hooking your fingers on it as your eyes asked silently for his permission, which came with a reassuring nod in less than a second.

You pulled his pants down along with his boxers, freeing his very hard manhood right in front of your face, and knowing that he felt the same way towards you got you eager to show him how much you wanted him, how much you fantasized about him, how much you craved for him.

You flattened your tongue on the base of his underside, running it slowly all the way to his tip, twirling your tongue around it just like you’d done with his finger, making him let out a gasp as you kept on teasing his tip.

One of your hands moved up his thigh towards his shaft, holding onto its base as your lips wrapped around his tip and you started to bob your head up and down his length, hollowing your cheeks every time on their way back as your hand stroked the parts your mouth couldn’t fit in just yet.

But you’d make him fit.

Noah gritted his teeth when he felt his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over again as you fought your gag reflex, so hot by his reactions and by him getting close to his climax, twitching against your tongue, you just didn’t care.

When you were about to pull out a bit for some air, Noah kept you in place and thrust his hip forwards, going so deep your nose touched his pubic zone as he fucked your face. Despite being overwhelmed by the rhythm and the depth he was reaching, you couldn’t help but to squeeze your thighs together desperate for some friction as you almost came by how erotic having him fucking your face was.

“I’m… Fuck…” Noah tried to pull out as he was clearly at his limit, but this time you were the one to keep him in.

“In my mouth please” You whimpered against his cock.

Your plea along with your hollowed cheeks was enough for him to buck his hips and spill in your tongue and down your throat in hot spurts, the moan coming from his lips in such a sinful tone got you aching between your legs.

You swallowed every drop of his spent and then wiped away the saliva on the corner of your lips as he watched you mesmerized with glazed eyes.

“Take off your clothes” He commanded, still a bit breathless, while he finished stripping off of his own, the sight of his tattoo covered body in front of you made your mouth go dry as he kneeled on the bed before you, leading you to lay down as he appreciated the view.

Noah spread your legs open and licked his lips at the sight of your glistening slick running down your folds and wetting his bed.

“You always get this wet thinking about me when I’m gone baby?”

Your cheeks burned and all you could do was nod as he now hovered over you, lips so close to yours you could already feel them. Even after having him deep in your throat and swallowing his load you felt shy, and he knew that, he knew you so well you couldn’t hide any emotions from him.

“Would it help if I told you I’ve been dreaming about you like this for a very good while?”

He peppered kisses from your jaw to your neck, sending shivers through your skin as you closed your eyes and revelled in the feel of his soft lips against such a sensitive area.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve got hard just with the thought of you” He nipped on your chin and your eyes met again “Why do you think I came home earlier? I just couldn’t stay another second away from my girl”

His lips claimed yours in a breathtaking kiss, his tongue danced against yours erotically, eagerly, as if he was trying to make up for the time lost, as if he wanted to show you through that kiss how much he wanted and desired you.

“Fuck, Noah…” Your mind was foggy, you couldn’t process if his revelations were real or if you were having another wet dream with him.

“I will, but not yet”

He nibbled on your lower lip and traveled down your body, his tongue teasing and his teeth grazing and swirling over your nipples languidly on his way down before he settled himself between your legs, eyes trained on your dripping pussy.

“I need to finish what you started first”

Noah wasted no time on burying his face in you, his tongue expertly eating you out and collecting all of your arousal before he focused on your swollen clit, swirling hard circles on it, making you claw the sheets and moan out his name as he’d found your most sensitive spot in matter of seconds.

Never letting up on the work with his tongue and lips, he slid a finger inside you, immediately going for that magic spongy spot and how quick he found it made you gasp with the added wave of pleasure, the knot on your lower stomach ready to snap at any moment at that pace.

Once he realized he got you where he wanted, Noah added a second finger inside you and placed his free hand between your hip bones and below your navel, pressing down on it as he intensified both the work with his tongue and fingers, making you arch your back upwards and cry out in pleasure with a new found kind of pleasure bubbling up inside.

It all felt too much, too strong, too intense, the way his mouth and his fingers worked on you, along with the pressure on your lower belly made you snap in a way you never did before, your body trembling hard as electric shocks ran through your veins as you, completely overwhelmed by pleasure, felt yourself, for the first time in your life, squirt from such an intense experience.

The sight of him between your legs, all disheveled, face wet with your fluids and blissed out expression on his face almost made you cum again.

“How did you just do that?” You asked flabbergasted and he hovered over you again and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

“You’d never had it before?” He asked amused and proud of himself.

“No”

“Better get used to it then”

You shivered at his promise and kissed him again as you wrapped your arms around him, one of your hands entangling your fingers in his dark locks as the other ran down his back, feeling his muscles flexing as he settled himself between your legs, feeling him hard again as he rubbed against you, coating himself in your arousal, earning small cries out of you due to how sensitive you still were.

His hands traveled over your body, from your legs around his hips, through your breasts to the back of your head as he devoured you in a breathtaking kiss.

The way he ground against you, skipping your opening every time on purpose just to tease you, got you clawing on his back in impatience as you moved your hips trying to meet him.

“Noah please” You breathed out, desperate to feel him inside you.

“On one condition” He lined his tip against your entrance “Eyes on me. Understand?”

“Yes, please pl…” Your pleading was interrupted by a loud gasp from your lungs as he finally pushed in, a low grunt coming from his lips as he sank himself inside you, your thigh walls making him grit his teeth as bottomed you out slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size.

“Fuck”

He mumbled as he started to thrust his hips, hard and steady, his pelvis rubbing against your clit and pushing himself all the way in every time making you roll your eyes back with each slam.

“Eyes. On. Me” He commanded as he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him as he intensified his movements and sped up his pace, turning you into a moaning mess under him as he claimed you with every thrust.

To watch him there, on top of you, the chain around his neck dangling over your face as he fucked you raw, plus the feeling of his cock rubbing all the right places inside you got you climbing to the top of the mountain of ecstasy for your next free fall.

Even your best dreams didn’t come close to how amazing he felt in reality, and that realization got you seeing stars as each pound.

Feeling the way your walls clenched around him, Noah stood up straight sitting on his knees and pulled you closer, putting your calves on his chest and shoulders as he held you against him with your thighs on his abs as he kept slamming himself in you, the new position and the new angle causing you to cry out in pleasure as he now set a frantic pace.

You tried helplessly to hold onto the headboard but it was no use when shockwaves spread over your veins again and your body started to quiver against him as the tight knot on your stomach snapped violently, sending you over the edge as you moaned out his name in pure bliss, the feel of your climax against himself making him cum with you, the way he twitched inside you emptying himself out in long hot spurts taking your high to another level at how erotic and sensual it all felt.

Seeing Noah before you, cheeks red, hair strands damp in sweat as he pulled out of you and watched his cum running out of you with a grin on his face almost had you ready for another round as you, exhausted, admired him with raw passion in your eyes after everything you’d just done.

He bent down to kiss you tenderly before he got out of the bed to his bathroom, coming back for you moments later with a towel in his hands, cleaning you as he peppered small kisses randomly over you, cherishing every bit of you while he finally got you clean.

He snuggled up in the bed by your side and pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead as he held you tightly against his chest.

“You have know idea how long I’ve been dreaming about you like this here with me” He confessed lovingly, running his fingers up and down your arms.

“Bet you weren’t expecting such a welcome party when you decided to come home earlier” You joked, loving the way his laughter rumbled from his chest against your head.

“If I knew it I’d come home sooner” He breathed out in tiredness “I have something I need to ask you”

“What?” You questioned back, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Come with me for the rest of the tour?”


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2 months ago

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 6

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) X Reader | Part. 6

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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:

I have a few random ideas for this chapter, but the song "Southbound" by Artemas just stuck to my head and I followed down that path... If you're into listeting to something while reading, that's the song I recommend.

That chapter is a little longer, I hope you all enjoy it (let me know in the comments).

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

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Disclaimers:

As the story progresses I’ll let you know if the chapters have any sensitive topics beforehand.

This story will have smut scenes in the future, but you’ll be warned!

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

This is AU Eric Draven!!!

If you enjoy this, please let me know if I should continue this, your feedback is precious for me 🫶🏻

End of Author’s note

The engine growled beneath her, the vibration rattled through her bones and settled somewhere low in her stomach. Eric revved it once, and she knew he did it just to make her grip him tighter.

Her arms instinctively locked around his torso, and god, he felt solid. Her palms slid across his chest and abs, the muscle beneath his t-shirt hard and chiseled, radiating heat as she held on tighter.

She pressed closer, not because she had to, but because she wanted to. Another rev, this one louder and sharper. He leaned into a turn and she clung to him, hands fisting his t-shirt and legs tightening on either side of the bike.

“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath, it wasn’t loud enough for him to hear, but she could swear she felt him smirk even though she couldn’t see it.

A few minutes later Eric parked in front of a building that looked like it should’ve been condemned years ago. No lights in the windows, no signs. Just black-painted brick and a nondescript steel door set into the wall.

She yanked the helmet off, brow furrowing. “What is this place?’”

Eric didn’t answer. He was already at the door, knocking twice, then once more with a rhythm that made her raise an eyebrow. It creaked open and a man on the other side glanced at Eric, then stepped aside to let them in.

The inside of the building told a totally different story from its outside.

Golden lights bathed the space in warmth, casting a glow over shelves lined with colorful bottles of liquor behind the bar. In the far corner, a pool table sat under a single swinging bulb. A few people lingered by the bar, but it was far from packed.

She stepped in cautiously, eyes adjusting. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting this.”

“I knew you’d be surprised.” He said, already heading towards the bar. “Pick your poison.”

She joined him, perching on the stool beside him as she ordered two shots of jägerbomb. When the bartender brought them over, she slid one towards Eric and held hers up in a silent toast.

“To the truce,” he said, eyes never leaving hers.

She hesitated a beat, then tapped her glass against his. “Temporary, so don’t get used to it.”

The shot burned in the best way and settled like heat in her chest.

“You play?” he asked, nodding toward the pool table.

“I’m decent,” she said, standing. “But if you’re looking for an ego boost, I can fake being worse.”

He laughed, a deep, genuine sound that caught her off-guard. “You faking anything tonight wouldn’t be a first.”

She gave him a look but didn’t push back. Instead, she grabbed a cue and chalked it.

They started playing and he was good, like really good. But she held her own. There was something strangely intimate about it. The quiet moments between the shots, the way he watched her move around the table, the low chuckle he let out when she sank a difficult shot. 

Between turns, their conversation unfolded in pieces, little glimpses into the years they’d missed. She told him about the cities she’d lived in, the jobs that didn’t stick, the one that finally did. He mentioned his own adventures, his move back to town, the business he was starting with a friend. 

It wasn’t heavy or overly sentimental, just real and honest. She found herself laughing more than she expected, leaning into the way he spoke with his hands, how his expressions hadn’t changed much since they were teenagers. 

The tension was still there, always simmering, but now it wasn’t combative, it was easy, almost natural.

At one point, she leaned over the table to take a shot, body aligned with her target, hips angled just right. The air shifted behind her, she couldn’t see him, but she could feel him and the way his eyes traced her unapologetic. 

“You always bend like that when you’re trying to distract the competition?” His voice came low from behind her, nearly brushing her ear.

Her lips twitched, but she didn’t look back. “Only when the competition’s dumb enough to fall for it.”

“Hmm.” He was closer now. She could feel it in the way the hairs on her neck stood up. “Guess I’m losing, then.”

She made the shot clean, straight into the pocket, and stood slowly. Their eyes met, and everything between them tightened.

His hand brushed her hip as he stepped past her, his touch barely there, not enough to start something, just enough to remind her he could, and she didn’t move away.

“Lucky,” he said.

“Skilled,” she corrected.

The game wound down not long after, both of them trading points back and forth with silent, crackling focus. He won, but barely. One ball left on the table when he sank the eight.

She shook her head as he straightened up, smug. “Should’ve distracted you harder.”

Eric's grin turned wicked as he stepped in close, his voice a low murmur meant only for her.

“If you’d distracted me any harder,” he said, eyes dipping briefly to her lips as his knuckles caressed her cheeks, “the game wouldn’t have made it to the end.”

He let the implication hang in the air between them, heavy and charged. For a second, neither of them moved. Then, with a flick of his head, he broke the spell.

“Come on,” he said, already turning towards a door at the back of the bar. “There’s more.”

She followed, pulse quickening as the sound of the bar faded behind them. The hallway was narrow, the music thrumming louder with each step until they reached a staircase that curved down into the dark.

The descent was like stepping into another world. The bass hit her first, deep and pulsing, syncing with her heartbeat. The space below was darker, more intimate, washed in red and violet light. People moved on the floor like smoke, bodies pressed together, energy crackling in the air.

He led her through the crowd, his hand finding hers without asking. She let it. Let him pull her onto the floor as the beat shifted, slow and heavy.

She moved closer on instinct. He met her there, arms low on her hips, their bodies already swaying. The music soaked into her bones, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she stopped thinking.

They hadn’t even been dancing that long and she was already overheating. Not from the beat or the crowd or the alcohol. From him.

Her back pressed to his chest, and she could feel everything. The rhythm flowing through both of them like a shared heartbeat, every breath, every shift in his hips. His hands rested low on her waist, firm, possessive, thumbs hooked in her skirt’s belt loops keeping and pulling her closer.

Y/N closed her eyes, letting the beat pull her in. Her hips swayed side to side, slow and hypnotic, brushing against him in light, teasing passes. Each time she rolled back, she felt the slight hitch in his breath, the way his body tensed just a little tighter.

Until she did it on purpose. A slow, deliberate roll of her hips and her ass pressed flush against him, grinding back in a smooth, sinuous rhythm that made contact unavoidable.

His hands clamped down on her waist in a warning grip. His fingers dug into her sides, not painful, but enough to remind her of exactly who was behind her. She felt the shift in him instantly, how his restraint cracked, how his body responded before his brain could stop it. There was no space between them anymore. Just heat.

He leaned in, his mouth brushing her ear, breath hot and uneven.

“You keep doing that,” he rasped, voice rough with want, “and I’m forgetting we’re in public.” His grip tightened and her pulse stuttered. “And I’ve got a feeling you won’t stop me.”

His nose skimmed the curve of her jaw, lips ghosting over her skin without touching, like he was savoring how close he could get without crossing that final line. She swallowed hard, but didn’t stop moving. 

He was right, she wouldn’t stop him from doing whatever he had in mind, but she wasn’t going to say that out loud. Instead, she let her head fall back, her head resting on his chest, letting her weight settle against him in a silent dare as his hands slid up her sides.

He let out the softest groan, barely audible over the music, but she felt it, deep in his chest, vibrating through her spine. Her eyes fluttered shut.

Then he turned her around in one smooth pull, one of his hands still gripping her waist, keeping their bodies still flush as the other slid up her back as their eyes locked.

Their bodies fit too easily, too well. His thigh slotted between hers, her hands found his shoulders, then the back of his neck, fingers curling just enough to make him breathe a little harder.

Chest to chest, heat curled between them like it had a will of its own. She tilted her head up slightly, breath mingling in the narrow space between their mouths.

Eric’s gaze flicked down to her lips.“Don’t look at me like that…” 

“Like what?” She blinked up at him, all faux innocence, lashes low and mouth curving like she knew exactly what she was doing.

His voice dipped lower, rough with restraint. “Like you actually don’t give a damn who’s watching”

She tilted her chin, trying to steady herself, trying to keep some kind of upper hand as her pulse hammered beneath her skin. “You think I’m scared of you?”

“No,” he said, the hand on her spine pressing her even closer. “I think you’re scared of how bad you want me.”

Her breath caught and her lips parted on instinct. She hated that he was right and hated how easily his words slid beneath her skin, curling low and electric in her belly.

He dipped his head, slowly, like giving her a chance to pull away. She didn’t. Her eyes fell to his lips, drawn in by gravity and heat. His hand tightened at her back, anchoring her there as his mouth hovered just over hers, so close she could feel the shape of it in the air.

Her lashes fluttered. Her hands tightened at the back of his neck. He didn’t kiss her yet, he lingered, like he was savoring the anticipation. Like he wanted her to feel every second of it.

His nose brushed hers, soft and intimate. His thumb traced the curve of her spine in slow, grounding circles. Her heart slammed against her ribs as she leaned up into him, lips parting slightly, chasing contact she wasn’t even sure he’d give.

Her eyes drifted shut and she felt him breathe her in, until -

“Yo, Eric!”

A voice cut clean through the moment like a knife. 

Eric didn’t move for a beat, his breath caught between them, jaw clenched tight as if he were physically forcing himself not to finish what he started. He pulled back just a fraction, just enough to break the spell, but not enough to give her space.

Y/N blinked, heart slamming against her ribs. Her lips still tingled from a kiss that hadn’t even happened. The interruption felt almost indecent, like being yanked from a dream too fast.

Eric’s head turned slowly toward the voice, irritation sharp in the line of his jaw. She followed his gaze just in time to catch the guy who’d called him out, a tall, smirking figure pushing through the crowd, hand raised in a sheepish half-wave.

“Damn,” the guy said as he approached, eyes flicking between them with a grin. “Didn’t realize you were in the middle of something. My bad.”

Eric didn’t reply at first. His hand was still on Y/N’s waist, thumb resting in the dip just above her hip like he wasn’t quite ready to let go.

“You’re lucky I like you, Joe” he muttered to his friend, voice rough.

The friend just laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Come on, man. We’re all over by the VIP booth. Everyone’s been asking for you.”

Eric’s eyes flicked back to Y/N, like he was silently checking if she’d come too.

She didn’t hesitate and smiled at him reassuringly. “Lead the way.”

Eric looked back at her, that same heat still burning in his eyes, like he hadn’t cooled off one damn degree, and then proceeded to follow his friend. He didn’t move his hand from her waist as they followed the guy across the floor, weaving through sweaty bodies.

The booth was crowded with his half-way drunk friends. Another guy and a girl were slouched into the red curved leather seating, drinks in hand and mid-laughter. But the second they spotted Eric, their energy shifted and a small buzz was made celebrating his arrival.

“Eric!” One of the guys called, eyebrows shooting up as he stood and pulled him into a hug. “What are you doing here man?” 

“The same as you,Tate, having fun.” Eric replied while hugging him back.

That’s when Tate noticed her. His gaze slid to Y/N, eyes flicking up and down with undisguised curiosity as the rest of the group perked up, clearly wondering who she was.

“Damn, dude,” Tate said with a slow grin, one that vanished the moment Eric arched a brow at him. A silent warning. Tate caught it just in time and threw up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright.”

Meanwhile, Eric’s hand shifted from her lower back to her waist, firmer now, his grip casual but unmistakably possessive.

“Aren’t you gonna introduce us to your girl?” The raven-haired girl added, half-laughing, but watching closely, curiosity oozing out of her eyes as she, along with the rest of their friends, were surprised to see Eric with someone that, at first, seemed to mean to him more than just one of his one night stands.

Y/N’s heart hammered hard in her chest. His girl. She’d usually deny and deadpan despise such label, especially regarding Eric, but at that very moment, neither of them corrected it.

Eric leaned back slightly, hand still resting on her hip, like he wasn’t in any rush to clarify. His eyes flicked to hers before he spoke.

“This is Y/N,” he said simply. No smirk. No explanation. Just her name. Then, after a beat, his arm tightened around her waist ever so slightly. “She’s off limits.” He stated as he glared daggers at his friends. “And that includes you, Jes.” 

He pointed at the only girl in the table and that earned them a new chorus of laughter as they tried to make room for them in the booth. Despite their efforts, there wasn’t enough space for two people.

Eric slid in taking his seat and spread his thighs open, patting his thigh as if to tell Y/N that that was her seat, and cocked his eyebrow at her as if he was daring her to do so. She stared at him for half a second and then rolled her eyes before finally settling onto his lap, like it wasn’t the worst idea ever.

His hands found her waist again immediately, grounding her against him and steadying her as she shifted on his lap to get comfortable. Her skirt rode up slightly, and she felt his fingers twitch against her hip as his other hand now settled on her thigh, tracing small absentminded patterns against her smooth skin, as if he was trying to distract himself from the fact that that position had her ass was dangerously close to his cock. 

Moments later a server approached their table and set down a tray containing a row of tequila shots, lime wedges, a small dish of salt and the bottle for extra refill.

“Oh hell yes!” Joe grinned, already reaching for a shot. “Now we’re getting started!”

They all grabbed a glass, pinched some salt and claimed their pieces of lime. The mood on the table shifted, instantly getting louder as they raised their glasses and let the warm chaos of alcohol fuel them.

Eric’s grip on Y/N’s waist tightened slightly as she bent forward to grab her own sho;t, her ass pressing back just enough to remind them both where she was sitting.

They downed their first shot and Joe, who’d already taken an extra shot by himself, pointed at Eric and Y/N with a devious grin on his face. “Alright, alright. I saw you on the dance floor, you two are overdue for a body shot.”

Y/N blinked and turned to face Eric with a ‘what now?’ look on her face, only to find an amused, and apparently very happy, Eric with his friend’s suggestion.

He didn’t answer right away, he just cocked his head, eyes glinting with interest as he studied her expression. “Too much for you?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, playing it cool even as her pulse jumped. “I can handle whatever you throw at me.”

“Yeah?” His lips curved, slow and wicked. “Then let me go first.”

The table whooped as Eric gently brushed her hair over one shoulder with one hand while the other stayed anchored to her waist. Then, he reached for a piece of lime and brought it to her lips, his eyes dark with mischief.

“Open.” Her pussy clenched at the way that one word came out of his mouth, wondering what it would be like to hear it in another, more intimate, context. She tried to ignore the images painted in her head and parted her lips, allowing him to place the lime between them. “Now hold still.”

He murmured and poured a small trail of salt along the curve of her exposed neck, just over her pulse.

She barely had time to process the heat in his eyes before he leaned in. His mouth pressed to her neck, tongue darting out slow and unhurried, licking the salt in a way that was far more sensual than it had any right to be. 

But he didn’t stop there, he lingered, his lips and tongue giving an extra attention to the sensitive area, making a visible shiver run down her spine. The table cheered, but it all sounded distant compared to the pounding in her ears.

She exhaled shakily and turned her head just enough to meet his eyes, breath catching as he held the shot glass up in a mock toast, and downed it in one smooth move, only to then lean in and take the lime straight from her lips with his own.

His mouth brushed hers deliberately, lips ghosting over the corner of her mouth in a near-kiss that felt far more dangerous than anything they'd done on the dance floor. The contact was brief, but the aftershock was immediate, and she was afraid she’d catch on fire at any moment.

“Your turn,” he said, voice gravelly with restraint.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. 

She slid off his lap and dropped to her knees between his legs like it was the most casual thing in the world. The table went feral.

“Shit,” someone muttered.

Eric’s smirk froze and his gaze dropped to her, stunned, like he hadn’t expected her to raise the stakes like that, his breath catching visibly as she knelt in front of him with fire in her eyes. 

She lifted her hand, poured a small trail of salt onto her skin, and licked it off slowly, eyes never leaving his. Then, she placed both hands on his thighs as she nodded towards the bottle.

“Give it to me.” She pleaded, voice soft, but loaded as she stuck her tongue out just slightly.

Eric’s brows lifted, but he recovered quickly, grabbing the bottle with a steady hand. His once green eyes darkened as he tilted it, pouring straight onto her waiting tongue in a slow stream. 

She tilted her head back just enough, tongue out, eyes locked on his as he let the tequila spill in a slow stream into her waiting mouth. She didn’t blink. Didn’t look away. Drank every drop and didn’t move a muscle except to swallow the liquor with a slow, deliberate motion. The sight before Eric so erotic it was almost too much for him to handle.

“Holy hell,” Tate mumbled, not even trying to hide it.

She licked her lips and caught the last drop with the tip of her tongue, and only then reached for her lime, sinking her teeth into it while holding his gaze. A drop of juice slipped down her chin and she wiped it with the pad of her thumb, sucking the excess off her finger with a knowing smirk that had no business being that lethal towards him.

Eric stared at her, utterly speechless.

“Someone get him a glass of water,” Joe said, laughing. “My boy is done.”

Eric didn’t even hear him, his eyes were still locked on Y/N, who sat back on her heels like she hadn’t just set the entire table on fire. Like she hadn’t just melted his brain with a look and a slice of lime.

She tilted her head, smug and breathless all at once. “Something wrong?”

He blinked once, slowly, like he was waking from a dream. Then his tongue swept across his bottom lip and he exhaled sharply through his nose. Then he stood, slowly, and reached down offering his hand.

She took it and he pulled her up, his hand sliding down hers until his fingers caught hers, threading them together without asking.

“We’re getting some air,” he said over his shoulder. His voice was cool, final.

Eric guided her away from the booth, away from the table, away from the noise. They slipped out through the side door, unnoticed by most, but not by Joe, who raised his eyebrows at Tate like well damn.

They didn’t wait for a reply. They didn’t need one, they all knew very well they needed some privacy.

The second they stepped outside a chill ran up her skin, still hot from the inside of the club and from her small stunt. 

It was quieter here, except for the thump of bass leaking through the walls and the chaos in her chest.

Eric didn’t say a word. He just kept walking until they were far enough from the door, tucked in the dark beside the building, the world distant and irrelevant, he had only one thing in his mind.

Then he turned and looked at her, a look that made her forget how to breathe. 

His eyes dropped from her eyes to her mouth, down the line of her throat, lingering at the way her chest rose and fell.

“You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?” He murmured, voice dangerously soft.

Y/N leaned against the brick wall, heart hammering. “What, the shot?”

He stepped closer. “No,” he said. “The way you looked at me when you did it.” His thumb dragged her bottom lip, “on your fucking knees like a good girl.”

The praise made her knees feel like jelly and her core tighten with an aching need. At that point she didn’t just want him, she needed him. Needed him to ruin her completely. To fuck away every trace of the so-called hate she felt for him all those years. To have her screaming his name over and over until her voice broke.

Her lips parted, dizzy with lust. The air between them felt tight, too electric.

“You didn’t like it?” She asked, half-teasing, half-breathless.

He didn’t smile. “No,” he said. “I loved it.” His face got dangerously closer to hers. “That’s the problem.”

Eric’s hand slid down, ghosting along her jaw, then her neck, stopping just before her collarbone. His other hand braced against the wall beside her head.

“I want you so. fucking. bad.” His words came out like a confession. “But if I kiss you,” he warned, leaning in just enough that his lips hovered beside hers, “it’s not gonna stop there.”

“And I won’t want you to stop,” she whispered, lifting one leg just enough to brush along his thigh, teasing him, coaxing him between her legs.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?” His jaw twitched.

She looked up at him, fire in her eyes. “Only because I know you’ll do something about it.”

And that was it.

Eric didn’t just kiss her, he claimed her. And her dreams didn’t get any close to how he felt in real life.

His mouth caught hers in a kiss that was hot and consuming, like a starved man. One hand tangled in her hair, the other gripped her hip hard, pulling her against him so hard that not even air fit between them. She gasped against his mouth and he swallowed it, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping against hers in a slow, sinful rhythm that made her knees buckle.

A soft, desperate sound escaped her and he caught it, pressing her harder to the wall, his body molded to hers.

“You’re playing with fire,” he murmured.

She smirked, lips kiss-swollen, wild half-lidded eyes. “Then burn me.”


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10 months ago

Hi! I have a Noah x Reader request

Reader and Noah are roommates and good friends, but not friends with benefits. They both have unspoken crushes on each other.

While Noah is away on tour, Reader starts to really miss him and acknowledges her feelings for him. She goes into his room and puts on one of hoodies and lays on his bed thinking of him. Reader gets hot and bothered either touching herself or humping a pillow moaning Noah's name, and surprise he came home from tour early catching her in the act. 🥵

I'll leave the rest to you ☺️ but make it super smutty please - fingering, both receiving oral (Reader swallows Noah's release), squirting, p in v, creampie, after care, etc. Please and thank you!

Already working on it, it should be out soon 😈😈😈

2 months ago

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 5

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) X Reader | Part. 5

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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:

I hope you like this next chapter, I had so much fun writing it, let me know your thoughts and guesses for the next one!

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

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Disclaimers:

As the story progresses I’ll let you know if the chapters have any sensitive topics beforehand.

This story will have smut scenes in the future, but you’ll be warned!

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

This is AU Eric Draven!!!

If you enjoy this, please let me know if I should continue this, your feedback is precious for me 🫶🏻

End of Author’s note.

It was getting embarrassing. The amount of first dates she’d been on since the lake house trip? Ridiculous.

All those weeks she told herself it was about moving on, shaking off the dream and the stupid, aching obsession that came with it. But deep down, she knew the truth: She was looking for a replacement.

Someone to make her feel something remotely close to what Eric had made her feel in that goddamn dream. Someone whose body could match the weight of his on top of hers, someone whose kiss could fog up her brain and leave her gasping awake and desperate.

Instead, she got fumbled touches, boring kisses, one guy who moaned during the first kiss and another who tried to dirty talk mid-undressing by quoting the 50 Shades of Grey. Absolutely terrible.

Nothing landed. Nothing stuck. Sex, when it happened, was mechanical at best. At worst, a disappointment she faked her way through just to make it end faster.

Her friends said she was just in a dry spell. She laughed and said maybe her standards were too high. But the truth? Her body was stuck on someone it had never even really had.

Once again she’d gone through the usual steps: makeup, outfit, mentally preparing to be underwhelmed, and was fully expecting this date to be like the others. Safe, forgettable, mildly disappointing. Another attempt to prove to herself that what happened at the lake was a fluke, that it hadn’t really left a dent.

But by the second drink, she found herself smiling. Actually smiling.

The guy, Mason, was charming in a low-effort kind of way. Confident without being cocky. Funny, not performative. He had kind blue eyes and a deep laugh that made her relax in her seat. He even caught her references without making it into a competition. And he didn’t try too hard to touch her. No constant hand on the small of her back. No hovering. Just… talking. Listening. Making her laugh.

She caught herself leaning in. This was nice. It was the first time in weeks she actually felt a spark.

Not fireworks, not chaos, but something warm and steady, something she hadn’t realized she’d been missing.

And for once, she wasn’t thinking about what came next. She wasn’t wondering if he’d kiss her unexpectedly. She wasn’t comparing him to someone else. She was just there, enjoying the moment. Enjoying herself.

And across the room, Eric saw everything.

He’d only just walked in, a hand resting casually on the back of the woman beside him. They were mid-conversation, his smile halfway formed, when his gaze flicked toward the booth Y/N was and stopped cold.

There she was. Hair down, shoulders bare in some slinky top that made his throat go dry. Laughing like she didn't have a care in the world. Her hand on some guy’s arm. Her eyes shining.

The smile dropped from his face.

He hadn’t seen her since the lake house. Hadn’t heard from her. And maybe he’d thought she’d been just as mentally struck by that weekend as he was, tossing and turning, replaying moments that could have happened if they weren’t constantly worried about pissing each other off.

But this? This didn’t look struck.

He almost missed what the woman beside him was saying. She tugged at his arm, laughing, trying to pull him toward the bar. He let her, but his eyes didn’t leave Y/N.

Not until she turned.

She must’ve felt it, his stare. She looked up slowly, eyes scanning the room until they landed on him.

And then she froze. It hit her like a blow to the chest.

She hadn’t seen him come in. Hadn’t noticed the girl on his arm or the way he was watching her. She’d been too busy enjoying herself. Too caught off-guard by the rare possibility of something working.

Now all of that joy fizzled into static.

Their eyes locked and her smile slid from her lips. His gaze was unreadable, not angry, not smug, just… sharp. Too sharp. He looked at her date, then back at her, and something subtle shifted in his jaw.

Her pulse kicked. She tried to recover, smoothing her expression, even leaning slightly closer to Mason in a pathetic attempt to reclaim the easy moment she’d lost. But it was gone. He had taken it.

And then she noticed her. The woman next to Eric. Stunning. Effortlessly elegant. Touching his chest as she whispered something in his ear.

Y/N swallowed hard and turned back to Mason with a smile that felt like it was cracking down the middle.

She could feel his gaze on her from across the bar. Even when she wasn’t looking, her skin prickled with the weight of it. Mason was still talking, something about a trip to the coast, and she was nodding, laughing in the right places, playing her part like a pro. But her mind wasn’t in it anymore.

She tilted her body toward Mason again, nodded at something he said like she was still locked in, still present. And she was. Kind of.

Her date didn’t seem to notice the shift, thank god. Or maybe he was too caught up in the way she was laughing again, leaning forward just enough that her top dipped slightly. Her fingers brushed against his when he reached for another drink, and she let them linger.

She dared another glance towards Eric and she deeply regretted it.

One of his hands rested casually on the small of the woman’s back and Eric leaned in to say something close to her ear. Something that made her laugh and touch his chest like she owned him.

Y/N’s smile tightened.

The woman tipped her chin toward him, flirting in that quiet, practiced way. Eric said something else, slow and low, and then, just to really drive the knife in, he looked across the room at Y/N again. Met her eyes, held them and smirked.

She turned back to Mason quickly, laughing too hard at whatever he’d just said, her hand landing on his arm like muscle memory. If Eric wanted to make her jealous, fine. Two could play that game.

She leaned in again, close enough for Mason to catch the hint, and when he did, his hand brushed her thigh under the table, she let it happen.

But even as Mason leaned in like he might kiss her, her mind was already a few tables over, tracing every inch of Eric’s expression. That lazy smirk. That smug tilt of his head.

He knew exactly what he was doing. And damn it, it was working.

Mason’s hand brushed higher on her thigh. It wasn’t unwelcome, not really, but it wasn’t electric either. Just a growing restlessness in her chest.

Y/N leaned back slightly, smiled at him, and said, “I’ll be right back,” before slipping out of the booth and heading toward the bathroom.

Only she didn’t go to the bathroom.

The cool air outside hit against her flushed skin. She leaned against the brick walls, closing her eyes, letting herself breathe for the first time in what felt like hours.

God, she was unraveling. All it had taken was one look at him. One smug glance, one perfectly timed smirk, and she was spiraling.

The door creaked open next to her. She didn’t have to look. His presence pressed against her like gravity.

She heard the flick of the lighter first, then caught the faint scent of his cologne mixed with smoke. He stepped into her peripheral, leaned against the wall beside her, cigarette between his fingers.

“You stalking me now?” She asked, arms folding tightly across her chest like a shield.

“I know you’d love that.” He replied easily, not even looking at her as he exhaled a slow breath of smoke.

She glanced over at him. “Where’s your date?”

“In the bathroom, I think. Not really keeping track.” His voice was low, indifferent, but she heard the edge in it.

“How considerate of you.”

That earned a quiet laugh from him, humorless and dry.

“I could say the same about you,” he said, turning to look at her now. His eyes were darker in the dim light, flicking down her body before settling back on her face. “Your date’s still in there, while you’re out here. With me.”

“I’m not with you,” she snapped. “You followed me.”

Eric smirked and shrugged unbothered. “Didn’t hear you telling me to leave.”

The silence that followed was thick, tense, heavy with everything they weren’t saying.

She looked away, jaw tightening, then said, more quietly, “You ruin everything.”

“Yeah?” he stepped closer, voice softer, rougher. “Or maybe I just make it harder to pretend.”

She hated how true that sounded.

“I had a nice night,” she muttered. “I was having fun.”

“I saw that.” He took a slow drag of his cigarette. “Almost believed it.”

She turned to him then, heat rising in her cheeks. “Not everything’s about you, Eric.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he said. Then, casually, he tossed the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his boot.

She scoffed, shaking her head. “You know what? Go back to your date.”

“I could,” he said, pulling something from behind him and tossing it her way.

She caught it midair, it was a helmet, one she hadn’t seen him holding up to that moment considering how on edge she was.

“What’s this?”

“Truce,” he said and nodded toward the street, where his motorbike sat gleaming under a flickering street lamp. “One night. No arguments. No games. Just fun. Unless you’re scared.”

She scoffed. “Of you? Please.”

He held her gaze. “Then get on.”

Y/N stared at him, helmet in hand, heart thudding. This was stupid. This was reckless. This was exactly the kind of night that would turn into a memory you wouldn’t know what to do with. But he was already waiting, already revving the engine like he knew she’d say yes.

She stared at him and before she could stop herself, she followed him. “You think riding off with you into the night is gonna fix whatever the hell this is?”

“No,” he said, stepping closer, voice dropping. “But it’ll feel good.”

She cursed under her breath, shoved the helmet on, and swung her leg over the bike.

“Where are we going?” she asked over the roar of the engine.

He glanced over his shoulder, grin audible in his voice. “Wherever you loosen up.”


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