Just One More

Pairing: Basil Stitt x F!reader

Summary: You're going away on a work trip and Basil tries to get his fill of you before you go. But it seems like he just can't get enough.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, stalker type behavior, obsessive/perverted behavior and thoughts, free-use, consensual somnophilia, mention of male masturbation & voyeurism, thigh-fucking, unprotected p in v, degradation, dirty talk, teasing, spitting, spit play(kind of), hair pulling, choking, overstimulation, cum feeding, filming(general consent to do so in their relationship but no explicit consent given beforehand), cockwarming

WC: 3.2k

A/N: Was originally going to be a Steven fic but I think this level of depravity and obsession is so much more fitting with Basil. He's such a pathetic mess and I love it.

Your dynamic with Basil is simple. You very quickly learned how he is. His wants. His needs. So you were more than happy to give him free reign to be as perverted and devious as he’d like. Before you waltzed into his life, he had already felt like he knew you intimately. He didn’t stalk you, per say, but he had become a bit obsessed with the brief glimpses he got of you as you lived in the building across the alley from his.

He'll never forget the first time he saw you. You appeared in your window one night, the glow of your bedroom light wrapping around your body, forming a beautiful silhouette. You looked ethereal, he thought. Like an angel. You didn’t have curtains, but if you did, he would've broken into your apartment and torn them down himself.

He never had the courage to ask you if it was intentional, but he likes to think you knew exactly what you were doing. Putting on a show for him every time you were in your bedroom, walking around fully exposed. Often times you were fresh out of the shower, water dripping down your naked form.

It had become a ritual. You would come into view and his hand would immediately slip down his pants. And in less time than he'd like to admit, he was cumming over his hand, tears forming in his eyes as he was desperate for it to be spilling over you instead.

Not much had changed since you got together. Now you just happened to share a living space, so it was a lot more convenient. He touches himself at the thought of you constantly, which usually involves him either digging through your drawers or dirty laundry to use a pair of your panties or any article of clothing that holds your scent. Or he uses some of the picture and videos he has of you.

You had shared your collection with him. You had countless videos of you and him messing around but what he found himself using most often were the photos you would send to tease him, turning him into a pleading, desperate mess, just begging to touch you. Like the ones you would send of yourself with your skirt pulled up and tits out in the mirror at work, when he would text you and beg you to give him something, anything, as he sat at home counting down the minutes until you got back.

He particularly loved the ones that he took himself, usually of you when you're in bed and he’s standing over you getting off to your sleeping form. You two had a full free use arrangement, which he takes advantage of whenever he can. Having full access to you was a little overwhelming at first, seeing as he was used to viewing you from afar and practicing all the self-restraint he had knowing he couldn’t have you. Now he can have you whenever he wants but he still feels the need to do what he used to do; sneak around and feel a sense of shame at the dirty thoughts he has of you. He still experiences that same shame, except now he, and you, get off on it.

You had come up with a code, though, a little red hair tie that you can slip on your wrist to tell him that he shouldn’t disturb you, if need be. You usually only use it if you're not feeling particularly well that day or if you have a long day of work ahead of you and really need the sleep. Tonight would be one of those nights, but you decide to take pity on him. You’re leaving for a week-long work trip in the morning and it would be nice to get some sleep. You struggle to sleep when you’re away from home and your partner so you want to just enjoy a nice night of slumber in his warm arms. But you know he wants to get as much out of you as he can to try and tide himself over until you get back.

Basil lays behind you now, staring at your bare wrist in the sliver of moonlight cast over you as you sleep. That's not what he expected. He momentarily thinks maybe you just forgot to slip it on. But he knows you. You’re very generous, always giving him what he needs. Not to mention your sex drive pretty much matches his, so you can usually keep up with how needy and desperate he can be.

But sometimes he gets in a mood where he’s insatiable. And today was just one of those days. He’s going to miss you terribly and he’s trying not to think about the next seven days he’s going to spend moping around until you get back. He struggles to be alone, and like you, he can’t get a good night's sleep without you there, his thoughts filled with nothing but you until you return.

You had really given him your all today, though, moving around the house to fuck him on every surface you could think of. You ended up on the floor in the middle of the hallway leading to your room and you rode him until he saw stars. You had eventually worn yourself out and after your last round you told him it was time to shower and turn in for the night, but he still had that hungry look in his eyes. So, you decided to forgo the little red band. You were so exhausted you weren't sure you'd even wake up.

Now sleeping soundly next to him, he looks down at your body. He had wished so badly that you two could fuck each other to sleep, nice and slow until you both slip into unconsciousness while he's still buried inside you. But you were out like a light the second your head hit the pillow.

He’s behind you, hard cock resting against your bare ass. He shed his clothes, needing to feel himself directly against your skin. He decides to use your thighs to get off, knowing you'd be the least likely to wake up this way. He really wants you to get some sleep but something he never takes into consideration is his severe lack of control.

He rubs some spit on himself, and pushes his dick between your plush thighs. He immediately coils his body around yours, and you shift against him. He stills, worried he woke you. You nestle deeper into his hold, but your breathing is still slow and even, indicating you're still asleep. He gradually slides closer and closer to your center, until his length is wrapped in your folds. The slick he can feel starting to form makes him shudder and he starts thrusting faster.

He catches on your entrance and you sigh quietly, but he notices your eyes are still closed. The brief contact with your hole reminds him of just how good it feels to slip inside and he realizes he’s not as strong willed as he had thought. He needs to be inside you. He hikes your leg up and rubs himself against your clit and your breath hitches. He continues this motion and eventually your eyes start to flutter open. Before you can look back to see what’s happening, he pushes into you. You both groan and he attempts to steady his breathing, trying not to cum yet.

“Just couldn’t control yourself, could you? Fucking me all day wasn't enough? So fucking needy.” you mumble. He whines pathetically into your shoulder, the shame painting his cheeks red. The look on his spurs you on. He's already a mess, clearly desperate to cum.

“You can’t help it though, can you? Go on baby, take what you need.” you coo. He sighs in relief and starts rocking into you, slow at first but when you grab him by the curls and crash his lips into yours, he speeds up, thrusts already sloppy. His breathing gets faster and faster and you realize how close he is.

You pull away. “You’re going to cum already? This is the last time you’re going to be inside me for a while, not even going to try and make it last? Pathetic.” you tease. He groans, silently cursing himself for being so weak, but he can’t help it. Your warm walls hug him so tight; you always bring him to the edge so quickly. He huffs in determination and shakes his head.

“ N-no.” he stutters, trying to think about anything else other than how you feel wrapped around him, how the closeness of your body flusters him. He begins his movements again, slow, trying to stave off his impending release. “Faster for me baby, c’mon” you grab his ass, pulling him into you deeper, trying to build to your own release. You quickly realize that he won't make it long enough for you to get off.

That's okay, you're plenty satisfied from earlier and the thought of him using you for his own pleasure has fresh slick forming between your legs, making him glide into you even faster. He pulls out, denying himself his release yet again and rolls you over. He lays on top of you and rests his head onto your chest, trying to catch his breath. “What’s wrong, I thought you wanted to cum? You were desperate enough to start using me while I was sleeping.” another whimper escapes his lips

“Not yet” he mutters, then moves his head to latch onto your left nipple and begins sucking hard. You arch your back, moaning at the sensation. You know what he’s doing. As much as your breasts turn him on, they have a way of soothing him even more. It comforts him to mash his face into your chest, enjoying your warmth and your scent. When he’s calmed down enough, he slides back into you, making you gasp. He wraps his arms around you and begins rutting into you.

He realizes he can't hold an any longer and he decides he's ready to let go. He starts giving deep, sporadic thrusts and shutters at the drag of your silky, wet walls. You pull his face from your chest and wrap your hand around his throat. His thrusts are short and uneven, but that in combination with the pressure on his throat has his eyes rolling back and he's practically drooling.

You're desperate to see him cum and you start to tease him, knowing that drives him crazy and deeper into fucked out bliss. "Do you touch me in my sleep often? I know you sneak off into the bathroom to use my panties if it's taking me too long to doze off, but what do you do to me when I'm sound asleep?"

All he can do is mewl. He can't form a single thought apart from how good you feel. "Do you use my hands? My thighs? Tits? I know you use my mouth. I can always taste you on my tongue the morning after." He pushes his neck deeper into your grasp and lets out a choked-out moan. He has now completely stopped moving and is now getting off on your words alone.

"Touching me in my sleep, stealing my panties, spying on me in the shower." His half-lidded eyes fly wide open. He thought he was being discreet about that. Usually, he'll just slip in and ask to join you but sometimes he gets the urge to just stand in the hallway and watch you through the crack in the door.

"Oh, thought I didn't notice that? I can hear you whining while you fist your cock. Such a perv." Tears well in his eyes at the humiliation, but you know he gets off on it. You're not sure if he realizes it but you know part of him does these things hoping to be caught. Get you to call him a dirty boy, tell him how perverted he is. Luckily, you're just as depraved. You're basically living under the same roof as your stalker and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"I can't h-help it." He mumbles. "I want you all the time." His confession makes you smile and you pull his lips to yours. He purrs, enjoying the sweet taste of you, and licks into your mouth sloppily. He's making it messy intentionally and you know exactly what he wants. You chuckle softly at the desperation and pull away, strings of spit still connecting your lips. You tighten your hand around his throat and use your other hand to give a sharp tug to his hair, and he gasps. With his mouth agape, you spit right onto his tongue.

He lets out a satisfied groan and you do it again, this time getting it on his face as well. He immediately wipes it off and shoves his fingers in his mouth, not wanting to waste one drop. He then pushes his fingers in your mouth, swiping the spit right off your tongue. You gag a little as his fingers slip farther down your throat, trying to get as much as he can. He loves that sound so he does it a few more times, then pulls his digits back into his mouth and begins sucking on them frantically. He hums at the taste.

"You're disgusting." you sigh, watching his movements. Despite your remark, you love the way he's licking and slurping up every last drop. Your comment has him twitching inside you. As much as you would like to make him cum just by cockwarming him while your filthy words drive him over the edge, something you have done many times before, you want to give him something you know will put him out of commission for the rest of the night.

ou push him off, and out, of you which pulls a dramatic whine from the man who was enjoying your warmth. You push him onto his back and straddle his hips. He whimpers, readying himself to feel you slide down onto his cock. This is usually how you end things. He comes the fastest in this position so it's become your go to 'finishing move'. You want to give him one last ride that will hopefully satiate him.

Sliding yourself over his length a few times, coating him in your slick, you guide him to your entrance and sheath his cock inside you in one swift motion. You grab his throat immediately and he lets out the most pathetic sound. You can tell he's already fucked out and you have to stop yourself from laughing. It's honestly adorable how quickly he falls apart like this.

“Yeah? You like that, princess" you tease, in that sultry tone that goes straight to his dick. This pushes him right over the edge and before you can even start grinding on him, his back is arching off the mattress and he grabs your hips with a bruising grip as he spills deep into you. He thrashes his head back and forth on the pillow and he's sucking in short, shallow breaths. Once he's you've pulled every last drop from him, he attempts to open his eyes, not yet fully aware of his surroundings.

There is one thing he can see and feel as the aftershocks rip through him, and that's you. So, he pulls you down to his chest, and you bury your face in his neck. You start planting kisses up his neck and across his jaw whispering sweet praises to him. You then cradle his face, and rub your thumbs back and forth across his cheeks, in attempt to help bring him down from his high. You rest your forehead against his, trying to get him to match his breathing to yours and that seems to work.

You eventually move down his body to clean him off with your tongue. He yanks at your hair but he goes back and forth between pulling you closer and trying to push you off. Next you have to take care of yourself, not wanting to drip his cum all over the skin you just licked clean. Usually, he’d enthusiastically clean his spend out of you with his tongue, but he’s still recovering so you scoop it out with your fingers and feed it to him. He happily accepts and he lazily licks at your fingers while you stroke his hair.

You eventually cuddle up next to him and he moves behind you again, placing you back into his arms. "I hope that was enough. If you start to miss me just imagine me on top of you like that again. I want you like that when I get back. I'll ride you just like I did tonight, but I'm not stopping until I'm satisfied." you smirk and you turn your head over your shoulder to look up at him.

He gives you a bashful, almost guilty look as he points to the nightstand and says, "I won't need to imagine." You follow his finger and your eyes land on the phone propped up, pointed directly at the both of you. Your eyes widen a little. You've given him permission to film you whenever, wherever, but you're almost always privy to it, acting oblivious but knowing exactly what he's up to. A smile tugs at your lips and a warmth spread across your skin as you wonder how many more videos he has of you when you had been none the wiser.

You turn back to him, and say, "Creep" , but follow quickly with, "Send that to me." and he chuckles softly and nods. As you turn away, he pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck. It doesn't take long for you to start to fall asleep, warmed by his body and lulled by the rise and fall of his chest as you feel it move against you. Before you can drift off completely, you feel him shift, followed by his semi-hard cock stretching you once more. You can't believe it. You're a little impressed that he's even able to get aroused at all after the long day AND night that you had spent together. But, as much as you love him there's no way you can go again.

After a small gasp at the intrusion, you slide your hand into his hair and yank, commanding, "No. No more."

He hisses at the harsh tug, but assures you, "I just want to fall asleep inside you. Nothing more. I promise." You sigh. "Please?" he begs, and you can't help but give in. He's lucky you love the full feeling of having him inside you. In a weird way, it's actually comforting.

"Fine." You let go of his hair and he pulls you closer, now fully seated inside you. He sighs dreamily at the feeling.

You add, "But I'm serious, no more. Don't make me tie you down to the bed just so I can get some sleep.", only half joking. If this is how he's acting just at the thought of you leaving you can't imagine the desperate mess he'll be when you return. You can't wait.

Good Boy

Steven Grant x F!Reader Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: INSTANT BONER, p in v sex, teasing, swearing, typos, rail road sentences, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning!

Word Count: 2147

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“So, think about how you would stop me.” You said as you looked from the chessboard to Steven.

His brow was furrowed in concentration, his glasses pushed high on his nose. A few rough curls dangled over his forehead as he bit softly at his thumb in thought.

“I could move here?”

“That’s really good.” You smile. “Excellent move, because you’ve also stopped my bishop.” You point to the piece on the board.

Steven smiled. He liked chess, played against the computer occasionally. But it wasn’t much more than a way to pass the time.

However when he found out that you had won some amateur competitions when you were in school, and that you still played regularly, his excitement at the prospect of playing a game with you was so completely heart-warming that you instantly said yes.

In the first game, you’d been determined to go easy on him. Just to get a feel of Steven as a player. You’d accidentally won in less than ten minutes.

There had been a small tinge of panic, a worry that, like some of the previous partners you’d had, he would be annoyed. Instead Steven grinned, thrilled that you’d beaten him and sung your praises until you were so positively overwhelmed you had had to kiss him repeatedly to get him to stop.

This was your second game. He had asked in that delightfully enthusiastic way he had if you could play again, “if it’s not too much trouble love, and you want to of course, don’t want to be annoying, do I? No. But I’d love it if you could teach me some strategies?”

“So I’m going to move here,” you picked up your knight and moved it slowly.

Steven frowned. “But then I can take it?”

“I know.” You grinned.

He paused and looked at you, unable to stop himself from smiling at your glee and then nodded. “Okie dokie, there’s something I’m not seeing then.”

“Is there?” Your innocent tone didn’t fool him for a second.

“There definitely is.”

You chuckled, looking back to the board. “Good boy. Look, take your time, but don’t worry if you can’t find it, I’ll explain.”

There was a long pause. You frowned a little and glanced back to him. His eyes were a little wide, his cheeks dusted with pink. He was sitting stiffly now, his hand clenched into a fist with his knuckles pressed against his mouth.

“Steven?”

“Hmm.” The sound was too quick. He didn’t look up from the board.

“You okay?”

He nodded, a short sharp and very un-Steven-like movement.

You paused for a second, looking at his features carefully as you wondered if Marc or Jake had fronted suddenly. Though, why they would try to hide it from you, you weren’t sure.

On further inspection you were pretty sure that it was Steven.

“You sure you’re okay.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He mumbled and swallowed, looking through the board and not seeing it.

“Okay…” You swallowed, watched him for a moment longer before you pointed at your rook. “If you take my knight, I’m going to take your pawn with my rook and you’ll be in check. You can’t take the rook with your queen because then you’d be in check here. So you’d have to move your king like this, and then I could move my other bishop and you’d be in checkmate.”

You looked up at him, chewing your bottom lip. Had he had enough? Was he bored? Fed up of your explanations?

“Okay. Right. So I won’t do that, I’ll move here.” He spoke quickly, still not looking at you.

You nodded, watching his move. “Good, so…”

The moment ‘good’ left your mouth Steven sucked in a breath, shuddering.

A sound you very much recognised.

Oh.

You quickly thought over your previous conversion: move this piece, are you okay, take your time, good boy-

Good boy. That was it.

A small smile stretched across your lips. Steven was still staring, fixated, at the chessboard and didn’t notice. He moved his piece silently.

You waited a beat before you spoke. “That’s a great move Steven, good boy.”

He shivered straight away, his breathing hitched. He tried to cover the sound with his hand as he closed his eyes.

“What’s wrong Steven?” You teased slowly.

His eyes snapped up to yours, wide and embarrassed.

“Don’t you like being called a good boy?”

The smallest groan grumbled in his chest, his muscles tensing.

“Or, is it that you like it a little too much? Hmm? Being my good boy?”

His skin flushed with heat as he glared at you. His eyes dark.

“What?” You bit your lip as you grinned. “A good boy would answer questions when asked.”

“Please.” He whispered.

“Please what?”

“Please stop. Marc’s taking the piss.”

You frowned, the playful tease dropping from your tone. “Why’s Marc taking the piss?” You’d done kinker stuff with all of them, Steven liking being called a ‘good boy’ wasn’t really something to write home about.

Steven sighed, pouting a little as he closed his eyes and took his hand away from his mouth. “Because I’ve got a hard on.”

You bit back the giggle that wanted to spill from your chest. Something about him having to close his eyes to say it was just so perfect. “So?”

“It happened the second you said it.”

“The very second?”

“Hmm.” Steven kept his eyes closed. Interesting.

“So literally, I said it, instant boner.”

“Yep.”

You couldn’t resist one playful tease. “So, if you’re in a park and you hear some say good boy to their dog, is it bam, erection?”

Steven shifted a little as you said those two words, trying his hardest not to moan. His cock was pressing, painfully hard, against the stiff material of his jeans. “No.”

“No?”

“It’s never happened before. And now- Marc, shut the fuck up.” His voice was a little needy until it came time to address his alter.

“Marc behave.” You said kindly. “So… it’s only ever happened now?”

“Hmm.”

“When I said it?”

“Yeah.”

“What happens when I say it again?” You whispered.

Steven squirmed a little, even the thought of you saying it getting him hot under the collar. “Feels… nice. Sort of.” He pushed at his throbbing cock with the heel of his hand and opened his eyes, his head slightly drooped.

“Sort of?”

“Yeah, like… you know, he jumps to attention every time you say it.” He blinked heavily, his cheeks burning. God, you must think he was a right little freak.

“Good boy.”

He groaned, unable to stop the sound in time and looked up at you. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t nice that you were making fun of him like Marc and… oh.

Realisation dawned. You were biting your lip and smiling. You liked it. A lot.

Steven swallowed audibly.

Slowly you stood and walked around the table to stand beside him. Steven pushed out his chair a little, angling it so that he was facing you. He went to stand but you gently pressed on his shoulder. He followed your command and stayed sitting down, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

He played at his jumper sleeve nervously as you watched him. His dick hard and pulsating with need, throbbing in time to his heartbeat.

He swallowed again. “Love-”

“Good boy.”

He moaned softly, screwing his face up as his cock twitched at your words.

You bent down quickly, grabbing hold of his cheeks and kissing him deeply. Using his brief surprise to slip your tongue into his mouth and push him back against the chair.

Steven whimpered against you, his hands coming up to hold your shoulders and the back of your neck as you ravaged his mouth and robbed him of his breath.

“Good boy.” You muttered between the kisses, swallowing his hushed whimpers and soft moans. Revelling in the way he pulled you tighter, needy and desperate for anything you’d give him.

You brushed your hand against his groin, squeezing the outline of his cock.

“Fuck!” Steven hissed, clawing at your top and thrusting up into your touch. The rest of his words were lost as you kissed him hard and lightly bit his bottom lip.

You trailed your lips down to his jaw and neck, sucking at his pulse point and pushing him even further back into the seat.

His breathy moans sent a wave of heat along your spine to your core, twisted in your belly and overwhelmed every thought.

You squeezed his cock again, the heat of him radiating through your hand. “Good boy.”

The words barely left your lip before Steven answered you with an accompanying groan, his length twitching against your palm.

You moaned, so dizzily high with the sounds of his pleasure. Without thinking you undo his belt and unzip his jeans, pulling his trousers and boxers down to his calves in a hurried motion with a little help from Steven as he raises his hips. His cock springs free, needy and weeping with need.

You take him in hand, stroking him twice before pulling his jumper over his head. He whines at the loss, chasing your mouth and kissing you urgently the second the material is off and on the floor.

With your lips desperately pressed to his you pull down your own trousers and underwear, kicking one leg free and not bothering about the other as you take his length back in your hand and straddle his thighs.

Him being so worked up, so desperate for you when you hadn’t even touched him is a stronger aphrodisiac that anything you’d ever experienced.

You don’t even give him a second to react before you’re lining him up with your already soaking entrance and slowly sinking down. “Such a good boy Steven,” you breathe, your voice rising in pitch at the end as he inches deeper, his thick cock splitting you so wide.

He moans headily, pressing his face into your chest and mouthing at the tops of your breast through your top.

“Love, you’re so wet.” He bites his bottom hip, his fingers pressing against your waist hard enough to leave bruises.

You pull at the back of his hair slightly, scratching your nails along his scalp as he finally bottoms out. He pulses within you, twitching and aching and so, so close already.

“You’re my good boy, aren’t you Steven?”

He whined against you as you rocked your hips, quickly starting to lift yourself up and sink back down, setting a brutal pace as you began to bounce on his cock.

“Such a good boy letting me use you like this.”

Steven moaned, chasing your hips and thrusting deep. He was drunk on you, needed you. Every moment, every word you said sent waves of pleasure through his body and made his head spin.

Even in his intoxicated state his muscle memory kicked in, bucking up into you perfectly to make you see stars. Each spot that would break you apart memorised and stored deep within his very soul.

He fucked up into you harder, growling with his desperate need. His leg kicked out and caught against the table's edge, rocking the chessboard and knocking pieces over.

The sound just loud enough to register in his mind. “Sorry, I-“

“Doesn’t matter Steven, please,” you moaned. At this angle the head of him constantly pressed so deep, rubbing consistently over that special spot and not even giving you a chance to breathe. No pause or reprieve from the oncoming onslaught of pleasure that threatened to overtake you.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum,” you whined, your thighs shaking and thrusts growing sloppy.

Steven growled, grabbing hold of your hips and pistoning upwards, not allowing your pleasure to dip. “Please, please, please, cum on my cock, please love, please. Tell me I’m your-”

“You’re my good boy.” You came dizzyingly hard, your fingers digging into Steven’s shoulders and leaving marks.

But he didn’t care. Couldn't care as you squeezed and fluttered around him, moaning ‘good boy’, and shaking as you fell apart in ecstasy.

Steven gasped, the air catching in his throat, the pleasure so potent it was like his heart stopped. He came deep, hot and thick, his hips still thrusting to prolong your high and to fuck his spend deeper into you.

You held each other tightly as you recovered, breathing hard, sweat sticking to your skin. It was only then that you pulled off your top and bra, discarding them on the floor with the rest of your clothing.

Steven nuzzled into you, softly kissing along your collarbone as you stroked his hair.

He chuckled suddenly and you moved back every so slightly to look him in the eyes.

“What?”

He grinned, dreamy and love sick, up at you. “Marc’s changed his mind. He’d quite like you to call him ‘good boy’ too.”

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1 year ago

Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall...

Jake Lockley X Reader X Marc Spector

Summary: Jake wants to try something new...

Moon Knight Masterlist

A/N: I've had this idea in my head for like a month now after I saw an imagine suggesting the moon boys might do this... If anyone remembers who beautifully dirty idea this was, please tell me so I can credit them!! Also IDK what took over me with THAT scene with Jake... you'll see what I mean... I just think he'd look really pretty like this.

WARNINGS: fingering, mirror sex, voyerism (kinda?), sex toys, face fucking, throat bulge, choking, dirty talk, degradation, praise

ALSO! I was supossed to write a new chapter for Leather and Lace tonight but I wrote this instead. If you've been waiting on a chapter, blame @my-secret-shame and @welcometostayingawake for telling me to write this sin.

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“Feel so good baby, been thinkin ‘bout your tits all day.” Jake had pinned you against the living room door, his mouth all over every inch of exposed skin as he tugged at your clothes to reveal more. “Couldn’t wait to get my fucking hands on you.” He harshly gripped both your breasts in his hand, making you cry out for him.

“Fuck, J-Jake!” You put your hands over his dark jeans, gripping his ass in your hands. “Fuck, do you got all the fucking ass for?” You tease, nipping at his neck.

“Mmhm jorder” Jake growls, biting your shoulder. “All yours, baby, all yours” He presses his hips into yours, and you can feel his hard cock ready for you.

You take his hand, shoving in between your legs. “Touch me.” You command. Sex with Jake was a careful power balance. It wasn’t a fight for control; Jake had the control, you both knew that, but Jake wanted you to take what you wanted from him. Steven liked to take control, Marc liked to surrender to you, and Jake? Jake liked sex to be something akin to a dance. A dance where he was the leader, but a dance nonetheless.

Jake was happy to oblige. He moved his hand on you as you fucked his hand. “That’s right, Carino, take what you need” His other hand found your hair, entangling his fingers in your locks before capturing your mouth roughly in his. Your mouth opened to take his tongue as he licked into you, his desire evident. “I had an idea… I wanted to try something, mi vida” he kissed under your pulsepoint. “Do you trust me, amor?”

The idea of something new sends shivers down your body. With no hesitation, you nod. “Always, amor”

His smile was nothing but love. “Vamnos, bonita” He removed his hand from your cunt, smirking when you whined. “Paciencia” He teased, taking your hand and leading you into the bedroom. He closed the door behind you, which you thought was odd, seeing as you were the only people that lived there. With one more kiss on your lips, he roughly turned your around, and you saw why he closed the door.

With your back to his chest, he wrapped one strong arm around your waist, gluing you to him, his other hand wrapped around your neck, forcing you to look at the two of you in the reflection. You watched yourself writhe against him, desperate for more of his touch. Jake pressed tender kisses into your neck, eyes connecting with yours through the mirror. “Marc is here” He whispers.

A slight moan escapes your mouth. You knew they watched each other, but it had never been this blatant.

“You like that?” Jake taunts, the hand around your waist slips under your pants and underwear. “Oh fuck, yeah you like that, you’re fucking soaked.” Jake pulled your pants and underwear down, helping you finish taking them off and pulling your shirt over your head. You were completely naked in front of him, and Marc.

Jake looked in the mirror, seeing Marc grinning, palming himself through his pants. ‘Smack her tits Jake, I like to see them bounce.’ Jake nodded, giving them each a slap. “That was from Marc.”

You turn to give Jake an open mouth kiss, then back to the mirror. “Do you like what you see Marc?” You run your hands down your body, feeling your curves.

“He does” Jake kissed between your shoulder blades, massaging your click as your wetness dripped down your legs.

“Jake, please, need you in me…”

“Ask and you shall receive, corazon…” His hand tightening around your throat as he plunged his fingers into you. “Mirror mirror on the wall…” Jake gently bit down on your neck, making your body jolt and reach a hand up to touch his hair. He repeatedly kissed and licked over the bitemark. “Who's the fairest of them all…” His eyes raked over your body through the mirror.

You move your hands to his dark jeans behind you unbuttoning his pants. “You” You tease.

His pants and boxers dropped to the ground and he picked up pace on your pussy, the wet sounds filling the room. ‘Put her on her knees’ Marc requested. Before Jake did as Marc asked, he wanted to make you come. He removed his hand from your throat, spanking you before working your tits. Jakes pinched your tender nipples. “Doing so good baby, putting on a good show for Marc. We want to hear you, yeah? Let him hear you.”

Letting yourself go you loudly cry out both of their names. You reveled in the feeling of his hands on your body, you wrap an arm around him, gripping his ass tightly as you neared your peak. “Jake, another finger, please…” You whine.

“Think you can take it, carino?”

You nod, frantic “Please, I’ll be a good girl, I can take it! I need it!”

Jake slipped a third finger inside you, circling his thumb around your clit. “Can you come for me baby? Don’t hold back, don’t hide those pretty little sounds…”

Shouting, your ogasm wracked through your body loudly, legs shaky as Jake kissed you through it, assuring you he had you as he held you up. “I got you baby, let it out, I got you” You felt his cock twitching behind your ass, impatient.

As you came down from your high, Jake took a fistful of hair, pulling you down on the floor with him. Your legs were wobbly, so it didn’t take much. He yanked your face to his in a bruising kiss. When he pulled away, he gripped your face with a force. “You going to be good for us? Let us share you? Gonna be a good slut and take both of us?”

You looked at him, confused, but you nodded, moaning. You’ll do anything for him, you’ll do anything to be their good girl.

“Open your mouth, perra.”

You did as you were told, sticking your tongue out. He spat into your mouth, then slapped you, prompting you to swallow.

Jake let go of his grip, stroking your hair “Good girl, pretty girl… you’re going to show Marc how well you listen? I know Marc likes you to take control, but I think we should show him how good you look following orders, don’t you?”

You nod, spitting into your hand before wrapping it around his cock. “Yes daddy, I want to show Marc, I want him to watch you fuck me”

“Hm, hermosa…” Jake buckled his hips up into your hand. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last like this.” He grabbed your hand, stopping your movement. He grabbed a box that was by the door. Your eyes widened when he pulled out a dildo. “See, bebita, Marc doesn’t just want to watch…”

You gulp, but you look at his/Marc eyes in the mirror. They are asking for permission. You nod, smiling. “I want both of you” The idea of two of them or all three of them taking you had long been a fantasy of yours, something you had never shared with them. But as always, it seemed they knew your mind better than anyone.

“Bien, mi vida” He kissed you softly. “Keep stroking my cock, I want to get your mouth ready.”

You went back to moving your hand on him, stroking his extensive length that your hand didn’t even fit around. The mirror to your side, Jake slowly put the brand-new dildo into your mouth. It wasn’t as big as Jake, it wasn’t too much to handle, but enough to make you gag a bit at the initial contact. Slowly, in, out until it fully entered your mouth. You heave a bit, giving a fresh coat of spit around the plastic. Jake pulled it out, a string of spit connecting to your mouth as you caught your breath.

“Joder, mami” Jake grunted, thrusting into your hand. He yanked you back by your hair, placing the dildo back in your mouth. One hand moved the dildo, fucking your throat, his other hand returned to your neck, feeling the dildo inside your throat. “Fuck, you look so good like this”

You tried to concentrate on your breathing through your nose, but the ache between your legs was back, with your free hand you touch yourself.

Jake’s eyes were all over your body, mouth agape in wonder. “God, just the sight of you…” He muttered. Something drew his attention to the mirror and yanked your face to the mirror “Look at Marc, baby” You did as you were told, partial vision of you touching yourself and him in the reflection. “Look at her, hermano” Jake spoke to Marc. “So pretty, so talented, and all ours…” ‘All ours…’ Marc repeated, jacking himself off in the mirror. He slapped your ass hard once, twice, thrice, your body jolting with each hit. You were sure there’d be a bruise tomorrow. Your body felt like it was on fire.

Jake took the dildo out when he saw you struggling to breathe. He stuck it to the mirror, right in line with his pelvis. He kissed your drool covered mouth. “This still okay, hermosa?” Jake asked, eyes soft, letting you know it was okay to back out. There was no way in hell you wanted to stop. He wraps his hands around you as the two of you knelt on the floor, his touch, tender.

“Want to be your good girl…” You were getting close again, brain in a haze.

“Look at me” He held your face in his hand gently “You’ll always be our good girl, even if you change your mind.”

You give him a quick kiss, smiling at him “I want this”

He grinned back at you. “Oh fuck yeah.” He straightened up, slapping you harshly across the face before putting his fingers in your wet cunt “Open” When you opened your mouth, he spit into your mouth, and again. He shoved two fingers in your mouth, you closed around him to suck him clean. “I think Marc is about to burst, baby, let's show him what you got.”

You scramble to turn around. Jake’s favorite way to take you was on your hand and knees, you assumed this is how he’d want you. Jake stopped you. “Marc and I thought we’d do it the other way, we don’t want to hurt your throat if I get too rough, make sure you can beath” He coaxed you to turn around. It touched you that they had talked about this, taking your comfort and safety into such consideration. As touched as you were, what Jake did next promptly broke your thoughts. He took the dildo off the mirror, and put it in his mouth. The sight of his mouth, his beautiful, lush lips taking the dildo down his throat…. Should not have turned you on as much as it did. Tentatively, you place your hand over his, controlling the pace in which you fucked his mouth.

This better not awaken anything in me… You think. You realized why he said you looked so pretty with your lips around his cock… you could say the same about him… You see a gleam in his eyes as his throat gagged around the dildo. “Fuck, take it pretty boy, fucking take it.” You mutter, entranced in him. You move your head around him a bit, scanning his features, taking in his face. Incredible. He was built like a god, his face surely sculpted by them, and here he was… Letting you fuck his mouth with a dildo. You watched the spit spill out of his mouth. “All a mess for me…” You spoke softly, tenderly, putting a hand on his cheek. Withdrawing the dildo a bit to allow him to breathe, you angle it to poke through his cheek, feeling it in his mouth. How beautiful eyes never left yours even as you focused on the bulge in his cheeks. Jake was rarely submissive, but the look of aw on your face made him want to try this more…

When you pulled the plastic dick out of his mouth with a ‘pop’, he attached it back to the mirror. “Nice and wet for you, baby.”

He kisses you, hands on your face pulling you down on your knees. “Take Marc first, mi amor, I want to watch your face…”

Never breaking eye contact, your back up. The dildo was wet with Jake’s spit and you and Jake had thoroughly worked you open, it slid in easier. “Uuugghh, M-Marc… Marc, baby”

‘Fuck, what a sight… so good’ Marc mumbled, stroking himself to the rhythm you worked yourself on the dildo. “Marc says you feel fucking amazing, you ready for me? You want both of us in you, baby?” Jake gently stroked your face with the back of his hand, his cock so fucking close to you.

You move forward, licking him before moving back down on Marc. “Please Jake, need both of you, need you two to fill me up, please? Love you both so much.”

“Oh, mi vida, we love you too, but I’m about to fuck you like I hate you” He kissed your forhead. “Tap my leg if it’s too much” Then he shoved his cock deep inside you, hitting your throat. Immediately you gag, but the pressure of his thrust pushed you back onto Marc, hitting deep inside.

Jake seemed to hesitate at this, but you reach up and grab his absolute cake of an ass, forcing yourself to take him deeper. He took that as a cue to keep going. He thrust into your mouth, listening to you gag, the wet sounds of your mouth and soaked cunt. He could see your pretty pussy glistening through the mirror. Jake looked up to see Marc watching you take him.

“Isn’t she something, Marc?”

‘Fucking beautiful’

“So good for us, taking our cock like a champ” Hishands found your hair, moving your mouth off his briefly to allow a breath. “I know it’s not easy, doing so good.”

“Anything for you baby” You gasp out.

He thrust back into your mouth “I know baby, you’d do anything for us, wouldn’t you?” He picked up his pace, the hot coil within you straightening as you fucked yourself on the mirror, hoping to god Marc liked what he saw

He did. He really, really did. He was hanging on by a thread as it is.

“You’d take all three of us if you could, wouldn’t you? You are our little whore, our little slut to just get passed around between us huh?” He thrust deep, hitting your throat with each question “Our little fuck toy? Our Muñecita? Our little fuck doll?” Jake’s pace was faltering. “Fuck, touch yourself muñecita, I’m close, I want you to come on Marc’s cock when I come in your mouth, okay?”

Mouth stuffed full of him, you could only mutter out a muffled “okay” You prop yourself up on your stronger, dominant arm, thankful for not skipping arm day. You reach down, finding your cunt absolutely drenched. You moan onto his cock

“Fuck, you sound good like that, your mouth stuff with our fat fucking cock, muffled by my dick down your throat. Don’t you think so Marc?” Jake looked at his brother fucking his girls pussy, pleasuing her.

‘Fuck, think she should be like this all the time, a pretty little toy for use to use, just existing for us to stick our cock everywhere we can’

“Fuck baby, I’m-” Jake tried to warn you, but he came inside your mouth as he continued to fuck into you. You came on cue, juices covering Marc as he came in the reflection. Your vision fades out from your eyes, your arms give out under the weight of your orgasm, falling to the floor as you detached from the dildo. Jake tried to catch you, but was only able to stop your head from hitting the floor. “Fuck! Carino, I’m sorry-” But you interrupted his apologies by laughing.

“Baby, don’t apologize, I’ve never passed out from an orgasm before” You try to catch your breath, lying face up on the floor.

Jake laid down next to you, panting, taking your hand. “How was that for you? Because for Marc and I…” Jake whistled.

You laugh. “Amazing baby, it was amazing. Wish we could get Steven involved somehow, but I think that’s a bit out of our logistics.”

“Probably” He leaned over to kiss you, tenderly sucking on your lips. “C’mon, let's get you cleaned up.” Jake stood up carrying you over to the bed. He went to the bathroom, coming back with a warm wash clothes and cool washcloth. First he lit your favorite candle and put on your playlist of calming music. Shelter from the Storm by Bob Dylan came on. With the warm wash cloth, he cleaned off your chest and between your legs. With the cool one, he gently patted down your forehead, temples and mouth. Jake took out chapstick and applied it to your chapped lips, then kissed you. “Beautiful girl…” he muttered and climbed into bed. He began to wrap you up in his arms, but you stopped him.

“Can I hold you?” You ask.

Jake was surprised. You would be the big spoon for Steven and Marc, but it was generally understood he would hold you. But today was a day for firsts. “Yeah, hermosa.”

He lays down, his back to your chest as you wrap your arms around his wide body. Jake was stiff at first. “Relax, baby. I got you, you’re safe with me…” you whisper to him. You play with Jake’s curls, and he melts into your arms. “How is Marc.”

Jake intertwined his fingers in the hand you had on his chest. You were so sweet, so caring. Despite the things he had said, the things they had done to you, you still wanted to care for them. This is one of the many, many reasons he loved you. He could be himself with you, yes, but he could also trust Marc and Steven with you. Their body, their hearts, they were safe with you. He was safe with you.

It was like a dance. A dance where he leads, but a dance nonetheless.

**********

Thanks for reading!!!! reblogs help a lot, comments mean the world!

IDK what made me make this so soft at the end, but i've been in a soft!jake mood.

tagging @ahookedheroespureheart @jake-g-lockley and @bit-dodgy-innit bc i thought you might like this nonsense.

Pretend

Kink: Virginity

Jake/f!reader

“Would you pretend?” he asks against your mouth, both your lips swollen from the heated kisses you’ve been sharing. The back of Jake’s car is downright luxurious, plenty of room for someone to kneel, seats soft and clean and wide enough for a body to lay on. Most nights when he wants to go cruising, the two of you end up like this in a parking garage or on a back road.

“Pretend what?” you ask, brain moving slow, like it has been dipped in molasses.

“Pretend it’s your first time,” he says. The two of you had been swapping stories about how you lost your virginities—it had made Jake delightfully jealous, you had thought, his hands tightening on the wheel when you discussed the naive, shy way you had touched another man. But then he had pulled off the nearest exit and driven you here to a secluded spot where the pavement had turned to gravel. “Pretend you’re a virgin. Would you?”

“You’d like that?” you wonder, a little baffled. But before he can answer, you slip into the role. You let your eyes soften, a hint of anxiety in them. Your voice quivers a little, fingers playing with the loops of his belt as you say: “I thought most guys didn’t like inexperienced girls.”

Jake groans. He fucking moans at the way your voice shakes, the way your hands flutter away from where you truly want to touch him, the way you look up through your lashes at him, like there’s a need inside you that you don’t understand but desperately need him to quash. He leans down and mouths at your neck softly. “Most guys don’t. But something about it makes me crazy.”

“You’d be my first?” you ask him, breathless with hope. “You’d be okay with that? Being the first inside me?”

His hips jerk against yours, cock brushing your pussy through your denim and his own slacks. “Yes, fuck, yes!”

“But…but Jake—your cock feels so big—what if it doesn’t fit?” you ask.

“Sweet little pussies like yours will stretch, baby,” he says, hips beginning a slow series of grinding thrusts against you. You try to meet him clumsily, even though you know him and his body so well, even though the rhythm you both have established is so solid that it’s hard not to be in sync with him. “You were made to take a cock like mine.”

God help you, because you feel your own blood rising at this little charade. Something about how aroused Jake is arouses you to a degree you hadn’t expected. Your legs shake around him.

“Jake, fuck, it feels good,” you whine, tilting your hips to welcome his own more easily. “Is it going to feel like this when you—when you put it inside me?”

“Better,” he groans. “So, so much better.”

“Feels like, like it does when I touch myself at night,” you gasp, letting your mouth quirk into a grin that borders on evil where he cannot see. “Feels like I’m gonna cum, Jake.”

Jake’s the one who cums, body stiffening, sucking in a breath through his teeth as his cock twitches in his pants. You loop your legs around his waist, helping him to thrust more firmly against you, groaning softly and tangling your fingers in his curls to scratch at his scalp with your blunt nails.

“Fuck,” he gasps, shaking. “I’m sorry.”

“Which of us was the virgin that time?” you tease.

He rolls you both onto your sides and swats your ass.

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1 year ago

Peeping Neighbor | J.M.

ꨄ Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

ꨄ Summary: Mr. Miller is your neighbor and he keeps calling you at the worst time…what could he possibly want?

ꨄ CW: smut! 18+, minors DNI, peeping neighbor! Joel, perv!joel, age gap implied (Joel’s late 30s and reader is early 20s), phone sex, mutual masturbation, pet names, reader watches porn (wxw/wxm) toys used, size kink, foul dirty mouth Joel.

ꨄ WC: 1.7k

(Technically this would be no outbreak!Joel, lived long enough to see smart phones be a huge thing.)

Let me know what you think! Enjoy!🖤

There was nothing good on TV this late at night and you knew that, but you flicked through the channels anyway, hoping something would jump at you and get your attention. Nothing did, it was all boring shit. You turned the TV off and suddenly your room was almost pitch black, the street light outside casting an orange glow against your bedroom wall. As you laid there looking at the ceiling, your mind wandered and before you knew it your hand was opening your nightstand drawer and grabbing your vibrator, going down your shorts. Slow and soft rubs buzzed against your clit while you thought absolute filthy thoughts. You were just getting into the motions when suddenly your phone was buzzing on your nightstand.

10:17 p.m: Joel Miller Calling

For fucks sake.

"H-hello? What's up Mr. Miller?" you sounded a little out of breath and frazzled. shit.

"Hey sweetheart, sorry I know it's late, did I happen to leave my tape measure there from earlier when I was helpin' your dad? I can't find it anywhere.."

Was he serious right now? Why the hell was he worried about a fucking measuring tape this late at night?

You scratched your head and sighed a little too loudly. "No uh, I'm sorry Mr.Miller, I haven't seen it, I'm sorry." god dammit you just wanted to get your rocks off and go to bed.

"Okay, thanks darlin', I appreciate you lookin' for me. Have a good night." He hung up before you could tell him goodnight, weird.

The app of all your saved favorite dirty videos you watch on a burner account, you know exactly which app, was staring you dead in the eye. You clicked your burner account and scrolled until you found your favorite girl on girl video you bookmarked, and your hand turned on your vibrator once more, pressing straight to your clit. The moaning, the kissing, the pussy eating was making you squirm with burning hot pleasure under your own touch. Crazy what a two minute video can do for you. You could see your orgasm approaching rather quickly when once more, your phone starting ringing and the call was flashing over the dirty video.

10:25 p.m: Joel Miller Calling

This is a joke.

"Yeah, Mr. Miller?" there was no hiding your panting this time, or your snappy tone.

"Jus' wanted you to know I found it, was in my truck." There was something else he wanted to say, he was too cheery over a fucking tape measure.

At this point you didn't even turn off your vibrator, why lose the momentum when you were so close? It was however, very distracting to focus on what he was saying.

"Mhm, yeah that's-that's great I'm glad you found it." Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and you almost let a moan out when he said your name.

"Is everything okay, sweet pea? You sound out of breath..and what's that buzzin' sound?" Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You quickly cleared your throat and turned off your vibrator, tossing it to your side. "Oh! Yeah, I'm fine, just doing some stretches before I go to sleep. Buzzing? I don't hear anything, must be your phone. Well I'm glad you found your stuff, but I really have to get some sleep. G'night Mr. Miller!" You hung up so fast he didn't have a chance to say anything.

Sighing deeply, you put your head in your hands and started giggling softly. That was so close. You grabbed your toy one last time and turned it on, pressing it to your soaking wet clit again. Finding another one of your favorites, you watched closely as they started making out, the guy moving down her body and sucking her nipples as he fingers her.

You bent your knees and moved your vibrator up and down along your overwhelmed bud and soft whimpers escaped your lips, eyes screwed shut pretending that was you getting your nipples sucked.

10:31 p.m: Joel Miller Calling

There was ZERO way you were answering for the third time. No, kindly fuck off Mr.Miller. You sent the call straight to voicemail and went back to looking through your catalog of videos. A notification popped up along the top of your phone saying you had one new voicemail. Curiosity got the best of you and you wanted to know what he said. You pressed the phone to your ear and listened closely to the message, vibrator still going against your clit.

"Hey sugar, I didn't get a chance to tell you what I got to see when I went to my truck. You should reeeally be careful with leavin' your curtains open. I was walkin to my truck when I caught a glimpse of you playin' with yourself. Now, It's not a big de-"

You didn't need to hear anymore. Your face was hot with humiliation mixed with anger. You turned off your toy and sat up in bed before you dialed his number back. Who the fuck did he think he was? You heard him pick up the phone and you didn't give him one millisecond to fix his lips to say hello.

"Who do you think you are leaving fucking voicemails like that on my phone?!" you harshly whispered, not wanting to wake up your dad upstairs Joel chuckled and that only pissed you off more.

"Listen to me, pretty baby and listen to me good. I'm gonna help you get yourself off and you're gonna accept the offer because let's be honest here, I've heard you moan my name before when I've come home late and your windows are wide fuckin' open for the whole neighborhood to hear. Now, you dirty lil thing, are you touching yourself right now?"

You never knew your face could get so hot until this very moment. Suddenly all those times you were moaning his name as you were orgasming came rushing back to you, and there was many of those nights. He was attractive, a good face to picture while you came, you admit it. Part of you wondered if this was a joke but the other part wanted to believe he wanted this too.

You took a deep breath and laid back down in your bed, closing your eyes gently. "No, no I'm not, just laying here."

"Ok, I want you to turn on your lil vibrator again like I heard earlier and put it back where you had it, against that pretty lil pussy." His tone was low and seductive, it was hard to stay upset when he sounded so hot.

You did what he said and pressed the buzzing toy against you, moans slipping from your lips. "oo-oh it feels so good Mr. Miller" you whined and pressed harder against the toy.

"Mmmm does it bunny? Would it be better if I was there using the toy against that wet clit of yours while I fuck you? Hm? My hard cock pumping in and out of you while I pinch those pretty nipples of yours and watch you swim in pleasure. Tell you how gorgeous you look wrapped around my cock while I fuck you so good your makeup is running down your face, would you like that baby?" His teasing tone was met with the sound of a belt being undone in the background behind and that added to the images floating in your mind.

"Yes I want that so bad, your cock filling me up to the brim, and I can't take all of it because you're so big. Make me take it all and shove your fingers down my throat before you kiss me, putting your tongue in my mouth. I bet your big cock would feel so good going in and out of my tight hole, Mr.Miller." you breathily respond as the pressure builds in your stomach and goes straight to your clit.

He grunted in pleasure as he took a moment to picture that, and he was breathing heavy now. "Wh-what do you think of when you're cumming sweetheart, why do you say my name? Call me Joel baby."

"Because you're so hot, Joel. I think about riding your face until I cry, I think about fucking you before we'd go to sleep, when we'd wake up, pretty much whenever I'd get a second alone with you. I see the way you undo your belt in your driveway as soon as you get home from work because you want it off so badly and all I can think about is you spanking me with it. " you were being so vulnerable with him, you didn't mean to go into such detail with that answer.

"Fuuuuckkk you naughty girl. You're so fuckin' nasty, I should've called you sooner. Yeah I bet you taste so sweet baby doll. God damn I'd pin you to my face until I'm done eating that pussy. I'd love to have my beard covered in your sweet juices, just glistening before I kiss you to let you have a taste. You want me to spank you with my belt? Throw you over my lap and kiss your ass cheeks before I spank the hell outta them, fuckkk-" he groaned out and you could tell he was close.

"Joe-l I'm gonna cum, i'm gonna fuckin cum right now, oh m-" you squeaked out and you went silent as your body shook with your orgasm. Soft whimpers danced through the phone into Joel's ear and it was enough to send him shooting his load all over his lap like a goddamn water fountain. He was loud when he came, he was cussing and grunting over and over. You laid there in bliss as you listened to him come down from his high, the grunts dying out softly.

"You dirty girl you, I've got cum all over my thighs and stomach. Next time you're feelin' like this, come over. Not like I'm super far." he joked and you laughed with him, replaying what just happened. "I will, Joel. Thanks for the fun. Get some sleep, maybe I'll come over for breakfast tomorrow." you hinted and he gasped slightly. "I better be ready then, shouldn't I? G'night pretty baby."

11:02 p.m: call ended.

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1 year ago