How Would L Manifest His Affection Towards His So?

brad pitt x reader: naughty girl

summary: you flirt with leo and brad gets jealous LMAO

warnings: nsfw, huuuuge daddy kink, spanking

word count: 1416

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Prized Possession - BamBam Smut

Pairing: BamBam + F Reader

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Mafia AU, Heavy degradation, Gun play, Unprotected sex, Dom BamBam, Sir kink, Begging, Threats, Daddy kink, Sadist BamBam, Masochist Reader, Impact play, Heavy dirty talk, Facial, Face Fucking, Possessive behaviour.

(Note: Please do not read if you are sensitive to threats and/or weapons. I DO NOT encourage the use of loaded guns, nor any potentially dangerous object without precaution and thorough research and risks and safety. This is a work of fiction.)

You pointed your gun at the body that was laying limp on the floor of the warehouse, BamBam circling the both of you carefully.

“You know, I would have made this so much less painful if you hadn’t gone and decided to be so god damn stubborn. Dumb ass.”

You stepped closer until your heel was pressed against the mans back, pulling the trigger of your weapon and sighing when blood hit your shoes.

“For fuck sake. These are my favourite shoes.”

Bam laughed as he took the gun from you, passing it off to one of the other men you’d brought with you and following you out of the building toward your car.

“You know, you look really sexy when you’re working, Boss.”

You rolled your eyes aggressively at him, climbing into the back seat and signaling to your driver that you were ready to leave.

“Shut up, Bammie. I’m your boss for a reason.”

He leaned over to kiss your cheek in what looked like an innocent display of affection between close friends, the words that followed conveying something entirely different.

“You’re right. You are my boss. But don’t forget that I’m still your Daddy, Baby Doll.”

You hit his shoulder, frowning as he laughed at your flustered expression. You tried to ignore him, willing the blush covering your face to calm down.

His hand stayed resting on your thigh the entire ride, only moving when you finally pulled up to the club. You hated meetings and even more than that, you hated clubs. But, business was business and you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

Bam stayed close behind you, following you through the club toward the VIP section, his eyes scanning the room continuously. It was his job to keep you safe, after all. Your contact was easy to spot, his bright white hair standing out among every one else.

“Jackson! It’s good to see you.”

You exchanged a hug, Jackson planting a kiss to you cheek in the process. Bam took note of the hands that were dangerously low on your back, barely hovering above your ass and instantly ruining his mood.

“It’s good to see you too, Princess. It’s been far too long, don’t you think?”

You nodded, agreeing with him as you sat down, Bam’s hands connecting with your thigh possessively as soon as you were hidden from view under the table.

“You remember BamBam, don’t you?”

You motioned to your side where he was sat trying to hide his sulking. Jackson’s laugh was as clear as the smirk he had painted across his face.

“Of course I do. How could I forget him when he’s always so far up your ass?”

You glared coldly at him, your fingers stroking soothingly over your boyfriends hand.

“Don’t be a dick, Jackson. He isn’t my main guy for the aesthetic. You know just as well as I do that he could put you on your ass.”

Bam couldn’t deny that he was easily bugged by the fact that nobody knew about the nature of your relationship. As far as anyone knew, he was your most trusted worker. Nothing more, nothing less. He knew that you kept it to yourself for both of your safety, but that didn’t stop the bad taste in his mouth as he was forced to sit there and watch your business partner flirting shamelessly with you for over an hour.

Needless to say, he was absolutely thrilled when you finally excused yourself, humming in agreement when you told Jackson that you had some important things that you needed to take care of. He gave a respectful nod when you said your goodbyes, nudging you out until you finally made it to the comfort of your car.

His hand wrapped around your throat as soon as you were inside the vehicle, hidden by the black windows from the prying eyes of anyone who may have been close enough to catch a glimpse of you.

“I reaaaaally didn’t like what I saw in there, Kitten. He really seems to think that he has a chance with you, doesn’t he?”

You didn’t answer, his hold getting tighter as he pressed his lips aggressively against yours in a harsh kiss. Honestly, it was more of a possessive display than a proper kiss. His teeth caught your lips for a second when he pulled away.

“It’s too bad that he doesn’t know who you belong to, isn’t it? He’ll never get to touch you the way I do. I don’t care how important you are, Baby Doll. You’re mine. You’re my little Kitten, aren’t you?”

He let go of your throat and you nodded, feeling the wetness covering your panties as you caught your breath.

“Yes Sir. I’m all yours. You own every part of me, Daddy.”

His groan was your approval, a knock on the window interrupting you as you came to a stop in your drive way. You both got out, earning a concerned look from your driver.

“It’s fine, we have to look over a few deals.”

Your reassurance was enough, encouraging him to leave as you unlocked your door. You walked in, barely getting a chance to drop your bag before Bam had a hand locked in your hair, your head being pulled back as he held your body close against his.

You didn’t fight him, allowing him to guide you up the stairs and into your bedroom. You were shoved toward the bed, his hands leaving you as he stood standing at the end of it with you kneeling up in front of him, staring at him ready to do whatever he asked you to.

His hand touched your cheek gently for a moment before pulling back and connecting with you roughly, a loud ‘smack’ echoing through the room, your tiny moans following as the pain that you loved stung on your skin. Your eyes were wide, practically begging him to hit you again.

“Daddy is gonna show you exactly who you belong to. I’m going to break you until you can’t remember anything but my name and you’re begging for my cock. Do you understand?”

You were whimpering, nodding hastily before he even finished his sentence. You froze when he gripped his gun and slid it from it’s holster, the barrel gliding over your chest and up further until it was pressing against your lips.

You opened your mouth obediently, allowing him to slip the tip of it into your mouth, your tongue peaking out underneath it.

“That’s my girl. You’re Daddy’s dumb little Kitten, huh?”

You moaned as he pressed his gun further into your mouth before pulling it out and repeating the action, having you suck it the same way you’d suck his cock.

“Stupid little slut. You like this? You like sucking Daddy’s gun off like a filthy whore? Oh, Kitten. I could fucking end you right now, you know that?”

His threats only turned you on more, your hips grinding pathetically against the bed sheets in a useless attempt at gaining some kind of friction to your aching core.

“Mmm, you know Daddy won’t do that. It’s much more fun to hurt you in other ways. I know how much you love it. You’re my pretty pain slut.”

The gun was removed, being dropped beside you on the bed so that Bam could undo his belt and get his pants down far enough to free his throbbing length.

“Please, Sir. I want it. You know I can take it, Daddy. Use me. Use your property.”

He had to pause for a moment to collect himself, feeling his resolve slipping with every word.

He didn’t reply, instead choosing to force his cock between your lips, pressing your head down until your nose met his stomach. You were gagging around him, struggling slightly, your hands squeezing at his thighs. You knew he’d stop if you used your signal, so you weren’t worried at all. You loved the feeling of him fucking your throat.

He pulled you up, slapping your face and groaning from deep within his throat when he heard the wet sound that the spit covering your face created.

“Fucking whore. You’re drooling everywhere. You’re a fucking mess, Kitten. You’re my mess. My whore. You’re all fucking mine.”

You didn’t get to reply, his cock back in your mouth seconds later, hips thrusting against you forcefully as he used your mouth to get himself off.

He pulled out right before he finished, his cum painting your face, some landing on your lips as you stuck your tongue out to catch a taste of him. He was panting, smearing his mess on your cheeks and slipping two fingers in your mouth.

“You belong to me, Kitten. You’re Daddy’s most prized possession. Daddy loves his obedient little girl.”

anakin breeding kink anakin breeding kink anakin breeding kink I want TWINS with this man. please… elaborate on this kink with him… please…

Anakin x afab!reader | Smut | Minors DNI

Warnings — BREEDING (obv, duh), soft dom Anakin, bit ordering you around, DADDY KINK, praise, pet names, explicit mentions of body fluids (goes without saying), brief nipple play, brief biting, clit play...

Word count — 2813

Notes — It's almost 4AM as I am finishing this. I'm pretty sure I'm lacking some warnings, and my editing is probably off, but I really wanted to post today. Thanks to my lovely mutual for requesting this; I loved writing it, and I hope it will be a nice read, XO.

There were a thousand thoughts in your head, running in circles and screaming what a miserable human you are for not being able to fight your primal urges, and they were all replaced by imagines of Anakin’s hands gripping your hips and stuffing you full of his cum. You could almost feel it in you; you could feel it setting into your ovum and dripping down your thighs, taking over every last piece of your identity and self-awareness. Your body wanted it. It was demanding it.

"What's the stare, love?" Anakin raised his head from a book, catching your eyes from across the room. His raspy voice and intense stare instantly snapped you out of your trance.

"N-nothing." You managed to stutter while trying to find a spot in your bedroom to focus on instead of his face or exposed forearm peeking from his rolled-up sleeve. Fuck.

He's got you.

Anakin let out a soft sigh, followed by a laugh. He slowly put the book aside and uncrossed his legs, staring at you. "Come here." He gestured with a swift movement of his hand.

If it was any other moon phase, you would have put on a show. You would have thrown a snarky comment at him, mocked his authority over you, or just ignored his commands, but since your clothes were almost evaporating from his gaze, you did not refuse.

"You're listening." A bit surprised, he smiled widely after seeing you slide out of the sheets and walk towards him. "Good."

He leaned forward, grabbing your hips as you stood before him and looked up at you with a little hint of amusement in his eyes. "I can smell it on you." He nudged his nose into your abdomen and took a deep breath.

You were about to protest when he turned you around and seated you on his lap, making your back rest against his chest. He leanedand kissed your neck softly. "You're wet."

He forced your legs open by making them rest on his outer thighs and spreading himself, dragging your limbs together in the process.

"I'm- " He was right, and you hated it, but you couldn't disagree when you felt his hand slip under the waistline of your pants and slide over your panties, rubbing the very core with his middle and index fingers.

Anakin let out a deep chuckle. "Oh, sweetheart, you're not wet... You're soaking."

With his free hand, he brushed your hair off your shoulder, softly scratching you with his metal fingers. He pressed his lips onto your now exposed skin.

"I could just slide right into your little pussy and you wouldn't feel a stretch..." Anakin whispered against your back, sending shivers down your spine.

His fingers continued softly rubbing over your panties and you could feel your core pulsing with anticipation. You make an unfortunate attempt to shut your legs close when he brushes over a sensitive spot, which makes Anakin chuckle.

"I know, baby, it's aching, isn't it? It's aching for me." Anakin gave your clothed core a gentle slap, making you gasp softly. "Tell Daddy what you need."

"I n-need you to..." You keep stuttering when his palm keeps fondling your wet folds slowly. "...Fill me up..."

You blurt out like a dog in heat, unable to contain its urges. Before you could say something else, Anakin froze. His hand stopped moving, his lips parted with your skin, and the only active sensation you could feel is his warm breath on the back of your neck. "You...What?"

"I-I..." Your face flushed deep pink when you sober up from the fantasy of your womb swelling with his seed. The shame you feel after making such a lewd request is almost unbearable.

Anakin grabbed your hips and, with a sharp movement, turned you around to face him. "Say that again."

His hands gripped your sides harshly, pressing your cunt onto his growing dick, which only made you stumble over your words more. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes. "I said, repeat yourself."

You stared into his orbs; his gaze is intense, demanding in silence and forcing words out of your mouth. "Fill me...up..."

That was all Anakin needed to hear. His lips pressed onto yours, wasting no time and pushing his tongue inside your mouth like a starved man. His spit smeared over your lips from how messily he was devouring you. You could feel a pair of hands roaming all over your body, gripping your thighs and butt, pulling you closer by the waist to grind his hardening cock onto your pussy.

"Is that what you desire?" He whispered in between kissing you. "Want me to breed you? Fill your pretty hole with my cum until you're leaking?"

"Yes, Ani..." You manage to breathe out. His tongue was good at so many things, his filthy mouth and your fantasies coming together was a bliss. Especially when his greedy hands gripped your curves so eagerly, ready to grant you all of your wishes.

Anakin lifted you up, carrying you back into the soft sheets. "My love, my beautiful girl..." He kept whispering into your ear while planting kisses all over your neck. As soon as your back pressed into the mattress, his hips bucked into yours, grinding his proud cock and earning an erotic moan from you.

His hands left your curves only to tear your pants down your legs, taking the messed panties together and throwing the mess of clothing across the room. "I'm going to breed that tight little cunt." He grunted while pushing his pants down and freeing his throbbing cock, which he instantly pressed onto your twitching clit.

"Look at that..." He slapped his length over your folds a few times, smearing your lewd wetness on himself. "I'll fucking ruin you..."

"A-Ani..."

Anakin wasn't going to take your shit today, not when he knew your womb was ready to host his seed. He leaned back on top of you and pressed his hand against your mouth.

"You are going to be a good girl and let daddy fuck a baby in you, is that clear?"

Did you want to be a brat about it? Yes. Could you? Well, with his body on top of you and with his dick an inch away from your slippery hole, promising to fulfill your fantasy... Not really. So you nod.

"That's my girl." Anakin pressed a tender kiss on your forehead. His hand moved from your mouth to your cheek, caressing it softly. "My perfect girl." Then he kissed you. Softly, not forcing himself onto you, allowing it to linger. An action completely opposite of his demeanor.

It wasn’t long before your blouse was being sent across the room, his pants following right after. You gripped onto Anakin’s robes, pulling onto them and exposing his chest. He pulls out his arms from the sleeves and snakes them around you once again, firmly caressing your hips and stomach, obviously thinking about how perfect your body is to bear his children.

You wrap your arms around his back, digging your fingers into toned flesh as he teases your entrance with his slick tip. There is a visible grin on his face. To ease your suffering at least a bit, you go for a kiss. Another messy wet kiss with teeth clashing against each other and tongues moving in a messy sync, that only made sense to him and you. When Anakin pulls his lips away, you can’t help but pant after realizing how much oxygen he’s stolen from you.

“Come on, baby, spread your legs more. Let Daddy in.” Anakin is panting too. His hands are trembling in anticipation after finally being this close to ravishing your body raw.

And when he asks like that, how can you deny him? Your legs wrapped around his hips, which brought you even closer to him. His presence made your head spin; you are holding onto him as if he were the anchor to your physical body, as if your soul would cease to exist if your fingers weren’t touching him so so feverishly. You were kerosene, and his touch — a flame.

Your eagerness only made Anakin more famished for your body. He kept grinding himself onto you while his teeth repeatedly grazed into your neck, making sure to mark you as his outside your body before imprinting himself in your insides. You hated the fact that he was still attempting to tease you, which, despite how annoyed you were, still made you overflow with wetness.

“Fuck, baby, need to be inside you…” Anakin groaned, and with that, you felt his length splitting your opening apart.

He entered you slowly, purposely delaying the full pleasure of feeling him at the deepest parts of you. His forehead slightly furrowed, eyes closed in delight from feeling your soft walls hugging him. He wasn’t just going to fuck you; he was going to feel every part of your tight bare cunt against his length for the first time and memorize it. His mind is clouded with thoughts about finally being able to raw you whenever he desires to, because after tonight you will surely be bearing his child.

“Ana-kin!” You let out a choked moan of a word you know the best, clinging to him, your starved body making it hard for him not to cum within seconds of hitting your cervix. If it were any other day, you’d probably be begging for him to ease it up.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He settled still deep inside you, kissing your neck and collarbones while caressing your skin tenderly, as if thanking you for letting him ruin the last bit of innocence you had left. Anakin remained in place for a few moments until he felt your walls greedily clench around him, asking to be bruised. Today, he wasn’t going to deny you.

It took all of his self-control to set a nice and firm pace instead of instantly pounding you to oblivion; he wanted to savor the special moment as long as possible. Once he set a satisfying speed, endless grunts started spilling from his mouth, which you answered with incoherent words. The intense ecstasy he was giving you stripped you of your ability to form logical sentences.

And it wasn’t just his thick cock that made your muscles spasm; it was also the way your name rolled off his parted lips, the way his firm hands groped your shivering body, and skin glistened with sweat. It was his whole presence, his entire existence, that made you break for him.

He slammed into you repeatedly, sending electricity all over your body. The room echoed with sounds of pleasure, which only made Anakin steadily increase his pace, making lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin more frequent. You have never felt so drenched in fluids; the mess between your bodies was smearing all over your lower abdomen, sticking his flesh to yours like vile viscous glue.

“That’s it.” Anakin grunted when he filled you to the brim once more. “You’re. Taking. Me. So. Well.” Each word was separated by him pounding into you harder and harder. This was a point of no return.

Your quivering body was now answering all of his actions on its own. Your back kept arching, hardened nipples brushed against his chest with each flex of your spine. Anakin watched your breasts bounce in awe before grabbing your sensitive bud between his prosthetic fingers and pinching it softly.

“You are made to bear my children.” He started kneading your soft flesh; thoughts of your body adjusting to nurture his babies scrambled his brain, making it more difficult not to fill your cunt. “You’ll swell and stretch for my seed; you’ll bless me with many sons and daughters, and I will worship every square inch of your exhausted body.”

If you had any doubts about making Anakin a father, they were gone the second his words of desire reached your ears. You nodded your head frantically, unable to verbally answer him, unable to tell him how much your womb craved to carry his child.

“I’ll plant it in you. Or maybe two; do you think you can give me two at once, my love?” He whispered through his ragged breaths. “It’s okay if you can't; I’ll just fuck another one into you again.”

“P-please…!” You weren’t even sure what exactly you were pleading for. In fact, you couldn’t just beg for one thing. You wanted to come. You wanted him to go faster, to thrust harder, you wanted him to kiss you, and most importantly, you wanted his cum deep inside of you. You wanted him to coat your insides in white, make it spill out of you, you needed him in a primal and animalistic way. The same way he needed you.

In different circumstances, Anakin would have pulled out and made you beg for him to continue, beg for him to let you release, but this was a special night and he was going to fulfill your wishes. His hips moved rhythmically, digging into your sore body, hands grasped any parts of you he could reach. The more he was giving you, the more your legs trembled. Your cunt was tightening around his cock, signaling him about the upcoming wave.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” You nodded eagerly at his words, attempting to mumble more pleas but failing miserably. “Good girl, baby, cum all over daddy’s cock. That’s it.”

He reached down between your bodies, pressing two fingers over your swollen clit. He looked you in the eyes proudly, knowing this position allowed you to see how your dripping pussy swallowed his dick fully with each sharp thrust. His fingers rubbed you slowly, making sure to apply just enough amount of pressure to send you to cloud nine.

So close, you were so close. Seeing Anakin like that, trying to hold himself over you with one arm as his whole body was focusing only on your pleasure, it made you crave impossibly more of him. “Cum, baby girl, cum for me now.” He leaned and whispered while pressing his lips all over your face tenderly, making sure that, in between the storm of lust and passion, you knew that he loved you more than anything else in the galaxy.

And that was all it took. His pleading permission for you to let yourself go, affection and desire for you, his body abusing itself to please you... You couldn’t hold it anymore. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smashing your lips against his. The kiss was full of moans and whimpers, and he ate it all up like his last diner. Your walls spasmed tightly around him, vision darkened as your eyes rolled at the back of your skull. He kept pounding himself into you until the ultimate pleasure was sent across your body like thunder, making you quiver with a moan of his name.

“My love, my beautiful love..." Anakin whimpered after your juices of passion covered his entire cock. It was nearly impossible for him not to follow right away.

And there was no point in holding himself back anymore; he moved his hand off your clit, wrapping his arms around your body, and with a last sharp roll of his hips, you were filled with his warm seed. Your whole body was shaking from the feeling of hot cream settling inside of you, marking you as Anakin’s, devouring your whole body. He kept cumming as if he'd been holding himself for months, and you made an effort to clench your muscles to milk him as much as you could. Anakin’s body collapsed on top of you, his cock still entirely inside, basking in a sloppy mess of your love-making.

“I love you. I love you more than life itself.” He clinged on top of you, mixing your bodies entirely, skin to skin, sweat to sweat, heart to heart. He was entirely yours, and you were entirely his.

Anakin raised his head slightly, and in fear of his absence, your limp body found strength to hold onto him. “Stay. Right here, stay.” You pleaded with your eyes and voice, still gasping for air.

He carefully reached to stroke your cheek, making sure to not separate from your body. His fingers started tracing the supple skin lovingly. For a moment, he just stared into your eyes, trying to regain his strength to speak. “The gift you’ll give me, I’ll forever be grateful for.” His hand left your cheek and found a place on your hip, rubbing it with his thumb softly as if expecting a crumble of joy that will soon start growing inside of your womb to know about his presence before it even exists.

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Lifeline - Johnny Depp x reader

if you still write for johnny, could i request either smut or hurt/comfort with him from the prompt lists? (or both lol literally whatever you want) can't really decide so you can pick whatever you're in the mood for!!

either “my boyfriend/girlfriend would kill us.” or "shh. there’s people in the other room.” for smut

orrr hurt/comfort with sth along the lines of “i don't have anyone anymore.“-“you have me.“ / “ you're really all i've got.“ / “you're not doing this alone.“ 🥺 (the whole trial atm just makes me want to hold and kiss him and tell him it's all gonna be okay so bad 😭) request by @ohladymoon

A/n this has kind of become a blurb rather than a fic. Sorry it's posted so late also i think this is written badly. Feedbacks will be really really really appreciated (:

"Johnny? Babe where are you?"

You had left the house when your mom called you to give you some cookies she'd made, now after an hour the house felt dead. Cold as ice. No sign of Johnny, not a single light on. It made your heart beat a bit faster.

Advancing through the numerous rooms, you finally found Johnny. He was sitting on a chair in the balcony, looking over the dark sky, a whiskey bottle by the table and a glass in his hand.

He'd been drinking. You walked upto him and knelt down beside his chair. "Johnny?" You whispered.

He turned to you. His eyes buffy, like he'd been crying. Seeing his condition, you took the glass from his and set it aside. His hand held yours as yours as you pulled his head in your chest.

"Y/n. I'm exhausted." He muttered against your skin, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Putting your head atop his , you ran your fingers through his hair, it would always calm him. It hurt to see him scattered. A man as strong as a mountain, being this vulnerable, it made you scared.

"It's okay, baby. I'm right here." He continued to sob in your chest.

The trials were the reason for the current state of your lover. Everyday, he have to go and face the devil herself. Everyday he's forced to relive the terrifying events that broke him. A year ago, you found Johnny when no one was there for him. You gave him hope of a new life. You gave him the comfort which he so deserves. You were his shoulder to cry on, his calm in the storm.

Johnny reminds himself each day how lucky he is to have you, to hold you, to worship you. You were his. He knew even if the world would be against him, you'd be by his side, holding his hand.

But that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to feel devastated. He was fired from the franchise. Directors wouldn't offer him projects. It wasn't for the money. No he have plenty. The thing is he loves his job. He loves to make his fans happy, to act and make people see from someone else's eyes, from a character's eyes but fate wasn't by his side.

"No Y/n. I don't have anyone anymore."

The sentence made your heart break in a million peices. You knew he was hurt, it hurt you too but he was forgetting you were still here. The things he goes through, you go through that too. Whenever a hater on the internet would call him an abuser, the hurt he'd go through, you'd be hurt as much, if not more.

You pulled away from him, wiping his tears with the back of your hand. He looked at you, his black orbs have lost the bright shine in them. "You're forgetting my love, you have me."

Your words gave him the thing he needed the most. Assurance. He needed someone to tell him he was not alone.

He smiled at you for the first time since the morning. "You're really all I've got."

You continued to comfort him as he talked his heart out through out the night and you were there for him.

Part 2 for poison??? Where he goes back to reader for another hook up but this time he needs to be close to her. Like legs wrapped around him and her hands in his hair while he practically latches himself onto you. Smut smut smut. He secretly really likes her but doesn’t want anyone to know yk keeping up with his asshole facade

antidote (poison pt2)

Plot: last time should have been the last time, just like he said. But when he comes crawling back, needier than ever you can’t help but come back pt.1

Pairings: asshole!Wally Clark x loner!fem!reader, alive!wally x alive!reader

warning(s): the obvious SMUT!, fluffy end, wally actually ends up being nice and in love? Characters are 18!!! Unprotected sex (WRAP IT), public sex!! Creampie!! Fucking POORLY written. NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: HI GUYS. okay so ik its been a minute 💀 im sorry i usually pump these out and get serious writers block but im TRYING. okay i also know you said to keep him an asshole but i NEEDED fluff!! Enjoy!

Finding yourself at the schools Friday night football game was NOT on your agenda, but you couldn’t help it. You felt drawn in and one of your newer friends BEGGED you to go with her so you did, reluctantly. The stands were PACKED with parents, siblings and other family members along with almost ALL of your classmates. Had football really been THIS popular?

you gave a low groan as you ducked and weaved through the crowd, trying not to get hit or bumped into. It wasn’t working out very well. Small sorry’s left your mouth as you finally wormed your way into your seat next to Julie, who was already teeming with energy.

“ i’m so excited. Monrovia has ALWAYS been a tougher team to beat, hopefully this year with Wally we can beat them. ”

At the mention of his name you tensed, you hadn’t seen or talked to him in what seemed like months (more so a week or two). A part of you, deep down ached for him, while the other part tried to keep you reasoned that he was the one that ended everything, he wanted nothing to do with you. And yet…somehow it felt like he still wanted you. None of the athletics (cheerleaders and football players) even stopped to say anything to you, or tease you about something so small. They just went on their merry way. Had he said something to them?

“ uh hello? Did you hear me? Wally’s looking at you! "

a small shake to your shoulders finally snapped you from your thoughts as your eyes moved to finally make eye contact with said football player. He was finally on the field after their introduction and was staring right at you from his huddle with his team. Once the both of you made eye contact he quickly looked away and popped his helmet on.

you shook your head, blinking yourself back to reality. What was his deal? The buzzers from the score board sounded, commencing the start of the first quarter of the game. The crowd around you buzzed to life in cheers as the boys got into formation after the coin toss, cementing that Monrovia would be starting with the ball. The first kick off was a strong one, sending the ball soaring to the back of the split river formation.

and like that the game set off into a very close, neck to neck game. One team would score and then the other would quickly swoop in and tie with their own touchdown. Everyone around you was on edge, Julie was screaming chants with the student section, making fun of the team and the other student section. You just sat quiet and cheered quietly when your team would score, trying not to burn in embarrassment. But slowly got into the energy of it all, starting to cheer in the last quarter of the game.

within the last few seconds of the game you shot up from your seat, cupping your hands around your mouth as you shouted.

“ GET THAT BALL TO THE END ZONE, WALLY! ”

His attention turned to you for only a second before something inside him amped up, making him sprint and dodge around the other team a bit faster. within the last second his feet finally landed in the end zone, signifying that they had scored the winning points and FINALLY got their hands on the win over Monrovia after years of losing. Loud screams and cheers erupted from the stands around you, the band immediately kicked in with their anthem as the team on the field flocked the quarter back in the end zone.

loud whoops and chants sounded from the boys as they hopped and shook with Wally in their arms, the other team standing dejectedly to the side, feeling the stab of loss from years of winning. You cheered loudly with your classmates, laughing happily as your friend latched onto you.

“ its like he HEARD you! You’re a fucking lucky charm! ”

she squealed happily and shook you, excitement bubbling from her as she darted off to some of her other friends to talk to them. Your attention finally turned back to the football team, seeing the ever happy Wally grinning and congratulating his teammates. His eyes then turned to you, a smirk playing at his lips as he sent you a wink. Butterflies seemed to spring from nowhere in your stomach at the motion, turning to look and see if he was sending it to anyone else, but no one else was paying any attention to the team. You looked back at him again and watched him mouth “stay after”, seeming to mean after the stadium cleared out.

After about an hour of waiting, almost everyone was cleared out of the stadium, lights beginning to shut off. You slowly started to lose hope he’d actually come talk to you, or even if he was still there. You carefully tossed your hood up as it started to drizzle, then pour. You sighed and turned, starting to walk toward the gates when a loud whistle echoed from the dressing rooms. Your head snapped to the source, seeing Wally walk out of the building. He was in his after game attire, hair in messy curls atop his head from the sweat and rain finally hitting his head.

you paused and crossed your arms, trying to keep up your “i hate you” mindset. But seeing him there after weeks made your knees feel like jello. What the fuck was going on in your head?! You tilted your head and watched as he got closer, making you step back

“ didn’t think you’d come to a game. But then i saw you in the stands, dressed in the schools colors with MY number of all numbers painted on your cheek. ”

you scoffed as he finally stopped before you, rolling your eyes as you looked away from him. She painted his number on your cheek? Did she know about you two hooking up or was this one of her dumb “he’s cute” things.

“ yeah, i didn’t paint this on, Julie did. Like hell id risk getting made fun of just to wear your number, Clark. "

He hissed in fake pain as you snapped at him, scrunching his face a bit to add to it. He chuckled and without a word tugged you close but your waist. You gasped in surprise as your chest collided with his, feeling the clothing start to get soaked from the heavy rain. What the hell was he doing?

“ you should wear it more often. Fuck all the time actually. Look..i was a fucking dumbass for pushing you away. Not being able to be near you drove me mad and made me realize some shit that i didn’t want to face. ”

your eyes widened as you realized he was about to confess his feelings. Were you even ready for that? Before he could even say another word you pushed yourself up and kissed him roughly, cupping the back of his head as you tried to keep him from saying anything. A small grunt sounded from the other as he immediately held onto your waist, keeping you close to his body.

the kiss started heated and just continued to stay that way, tongues meshing together in the middle as hands wondered each others bodys. And with hands wandering, came clothes starting to be removed. Were you about to fuck on the football field? You couldn’t really care less, you just needed him now. Moving yourself down onto the soaking grass, you felt him moved between your legs and carefully slip a hand between the two of you.

a small gasp leaves your mouth as he rubs at your clit for a moment, letting you get adjusted and wet enough for him to slip his fingers into your soaking center. Your eyes rolled back a bit from the stretch of his long fingers. Thank fuck for this lanky man, being blessed EVERYWHERE. small moans slipped from your lips as he pumped and curled his fingers in and out of you. Getting you nice and stretched was something he’s never done so it was a nice little change, it made your heart flutter in an odd way?

after a few minutes of prepping you he pulled his fingers out and used whatever wetness he had to lube himself just enough to carefully slip into your awaiting cunt, his eyes rolling back at the hug of your walls. Another gasp came from your throat as he slid inside of you, your hands clambering to grip onto his back to have some sort of tether to earth. He grunted and held still for a second, kissing along your neck and throat, arms winding around your middle to keep you close to him.

As much as your mind was SCREAMING at you to get the hell off the ground, you felt like you were in heaven. Especially when he started to finally fuck his cock in and out of your hot cunt. Moans and groans intertwined from the two of you as you fucked on the football field, rain poured around the two of you, drowning out your sounds so only the two of you could hear. You made an attempt to open your eyes, only to be met with Wally already looking at you. You whimpered softly and drew your eyebrows together, keeping eye contact as you moaned louder. Watching his face morph with pleasure at your sounds, feeling his cock twitch deep inside of you.

He carefully reached between the two of you, rubbing at your clit as he continued to pound into you. The knot in your stomach starting to tighten, feeling it start to verge on snapping. Your eyes rolled back a bit as it all began to be too much for you to even handle.

“ thats it baby, cum for me. Fuck, please cum. ”

he groaned out and placed his forehead to yours, feeling himself near his end as well. With a few final snaps into you, he was releasing everything he had into your awaiting cunt. And once you felt his load fill you, you threw your head back into the ground and cried out as you came not to far behind him. He kept his hips rocking, just to ride out your highs before slowly pulling out of you. He pushed himself up a bit and panted, looking at the absolute mess you were below him making him give a breathy chuckle.

“ we should probably hit the showers, babe. Were an absolute mess. ”

you slowly nodded your head, the after sex high still buzzing in your brain. You let him do what he needed, meaning letting him carry your naked form into the locker rooms to wash the both of you off. It was absolute silence as you stood under the water, somehow more awkward than the times before. Was it because of what he was going to say?

after washing off, you held the towel you were offered tight to your body. Finally registering that your clothes were out on the field still, ruined by the rain and the mud. But it was like Wally read your mind, carefully pulling out some extra clothes he had stuff away in his locker. You tugged on the sweat pants and the hoodie he offered you, humming softly at the warmth of them. He tugged on his own pair of sweats and a tank top, slowly turning to you as he shrugged on his letterman.

“ look…i..fuck. Okay so..i really like you. And i know saying that doesn’t really make up for how i treated you, but it just happened. I realized it when we fucked in the supply closet. And i understand if you don’t feel the same, i just really wanted to tell you. ”

you threw your hand up and covered his mouth to keep him from sputtering on anymore than he was, watching his cheeks and ears go red from embarrassment. You gave a soft giggle as you stared up at him, tilting your head a bit.

“ i like you too dumbass. As much as i hate that i fell for you, i did. ”

he visibly relaxed and moved your hand, tugging you closer as he carefully kissed you. This time keeping it gentle, full of passion. You could really get used to this sweet side Wally had hid away.

So Wrong, It’s Right

Request: Ooo how about a Harry Wells rough smut????? ;)

A/N: This turned into a daddy kink with some jealous Harry. Hope you liked it!

Harrison Wells was going to Hell, of that he had been fairly certain of for quite some time. It was something that he knew for quite a few years now, but never so surely as he did in that moment. He knew that he shouldn’t, that he was dabbling into things better left alone, but something about you just….drew him in. He wasn’t the emotional type, wasn’t one to easily form attachments. In fact, Harry made it a point to push everyone away, so why you, of all people, got under his skin, he never really could explain.

Knowing that you were the forbidden fruit, maybe, tempted him. You were young, much to young to be with someone like him, or so he often told himself in the wee hours of the morning when he’d gaze at your sleeping face, but you were always so adamant about being ‘a grown ass woman.’ Those were your words not his, and to be fair, you did have a point.

You were twenty-six, far old enough to make your own decisions, but Harry still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing something wrong. it didn’t help that it was a secret. Of course it was a secret. He was damn near twenty years older than you - eighteen to be exact. You loved to remind him of that as well, though the ease that it gave was short-lived. He didn’t want the others to know, to look at you differently….to look at him differently. It was a selfish desire but he couldn’t help it. Harrison Wells could be an, admittedly, selfish man.

You hated secrets. Hated keeping them even more, but Harrison Wells was a notoriously stubborn man and changing his mind was something you were sure God couldn’t even do. Sighing you glanced over your outfit for the day, head tilting as you let your gaze wander over yourself. Lips tugged into a smirk as you straightened, turning to check the back. If he wasn’t going to tell, fine, but you were going to make his life a living hell in the meantime.

Waltzing into the Cortex, your hips swayed, practically hearing the jaws drop on your way in. It was the reaction you knew you were going to get, doing your best not to smirk.

“Damn mami! Look at you!” Cisco complimented, slack jaw turning into a grin as he caught your eye. He stuck his thumbs up as your laugh filled the room. Winking at your long time friend you thanked him with a smile.

“Wow…you look……wow,” Barry fumbled, unable to properly form words as his gaze raked over your outfit. His eyes kept moving, flicking between your body and your eyes, doing his best not to stare. A quick elbow to the ribs from Iris had him quickly averting his gaze.

“What’s with the outfit?” the journalist asked, eyes looking you up and down curiously. You were always the more fashionable of the group, but this was…a bit much. You could admit it was though, the lace bustier with flowing high waisted shorts left little to the imagination and the heels that made your legs look like they went for miles certainly…..added to the appeal.

“Felt like dressing up,” you shrugged, dogging the truth easily. “I’m counting one less genius than usual,” you hummed, eyes shifting as you searched for your target.

“Oh? You mean the grouch?” Cisco scoffed as he came up beside you, arm tossing over your shoulder. “Where else would he be?” he mused, eyes unable to help themselves as they scanned you from top to bottom.

“Ramon!” the sharp gravel tone had everyone jumping to attention as they turned towards the entrance. “Where’s that tech I told you to work on?” Harry quipped, pacing into the Cortex with a frown etched into his features.

“Oh uh…yeah, tech…totally. Yup, definitely did that,” the boy fumbled, quickly removing his arm from your shoulders as he scrambled back to his desk.

You turned slowly, a hand coming to your hip as you cocked it, eyes lifting to Harry as you watched the way he glanced at you only to whip his head back to you. It took everything in your entire being not to laugh at the way his eyes nearly bugged out of his head before composing himself. Oh, playing hard to get was he? You could play that game.

“Hi Harry,” You cooed, watching the way he gave you a curt nod before looking away. The struggle not to look at you was visible to you and you reveled in it. Humming softly, you turned to Cisco, hips swaying as you moved. Several pairs of eyes followed your movement, watching as you placed your hands on Cisco’s desk, leaning over, shorts clinging to your round hips as you bent.

Harry’s teeth dug into his bottom lip as he watched your clothes ride up and cling just shy of giving him a view of what he wanted. He knew you were doing this on purpose, that you were testing him. His heart pounded hard in his chest as heat quickly flooded south. He wanted nothing more that to press you flat against that desk, to have your back arch and your a-…..NO. No, he couldn’t do this here.

Tearing his gaze away, Harry glanced about the too, hoping he wasn’t caught blatantly ogling you. He wouldn’t have to worry about that though, nearly everyone in the Cortex doing the very same. The heat that had once tightened in his groin now boiled beneath his skin as he watched the way Barry’s eyes followed your every movement and Cisco was certainly not looking at your eyes as you spoke. Jaw tight, Harry squeezed the marker in his hand. “Ramon! Today!”

This was going to be along day…

And long day it was. Did you know how it killed him to listen to them? To see them practically screwing you with their eyes. The only solace Harry had was knowing that only he would ever be able to touch you in the way they were very clearly dreaming of. Still, that didn’t quell his rising anger and thinning patience. He knew you were egging him on, that you were purposefully flaunting your body around just to get under his skin. Harry didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of winning, but as he heard Cisco flirt for the upteenth time and you giggle at the man’s pitiful humor, Harry thought he was going to lose it.

His movements were sharp as he glared at his equation on the clear board, writing and rewriting as he tried to keep distracted. It was not working – to put it lightly, but the straw that broke the camel’s back was the loud smack that ran through the cortex followed by your yelp of surprise. The voice that followed had Harry seeing red.

“Damn girl! You fine!” Ralph’s voice filled the room, arm slinking back to his side from where he stood several feet away. “Name’s Ralph. New around here, but I gotta say, I like what I see,” he purred in what he believed to be a seductive tone.

Whipping around, Harry was ready to murder. “Out!” He snapped, point to the door. “Now!”

“Aw man, c’mon,” Ralph drawled, chuckling. Reading the room certainly hadn’t been taught to him as a child.

“If you value your ability to have children in the near future, I suggest you leave,” Harry growled out and, judging by the look on the brunette’s face, Ralph got the message loud and clear. Everyone grabbed their things in a flurry of movement, shuffling out of the room – you included.

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy, a firm grip on your arm halting you in your steps. Several pitiful glances washed over you, but the glare in those pretty blues had them rushing out. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline leaving a soft tingle along your flesh. You were getting the reaction you wanted, hopefully the cookie would continue to crumble in your favor.

“I know what you’re doing,” Harry growled in your ear, a shiver racing down your spine.

“Oh? And what would that be?” you spoke with an innocent flutter of your lashes.

“Don’t you dare,” He growled, shoving you back against a nearby desk. Hands gripped your hips and tugged you close, eyes free to rake over your body now. “Wearing this, letting them eye fuck you all day,” he hissed, anger growing as he replayed their looks in his mind.

Smirking you looked up at the scientist through thick lashes. “Yeah? What you gonna do about it….daddy?” you purred. Harry’s eyes dilated at the name and in a swift movement he slammed you face first into the desk. The sound of ripped fabric had you objecting only for a hard smack stealing your breath away.

“..H-Harry,” you gasped, jolting at the second smack that reddened your cheeks. They were sharp and painful, yet the heat was undeniable as it pooled in your center.

“That’s not my name,” he grunted, another smack raining down onto your backside. The moan that whimpered past your sweet lips was music to his ears, heart beat pounding in his chest. All he was was you, all he felt was you, and he was going to make damn sure you felt him.

Your knees were weak, lips parted with hard gasps and cheeks red by the time you were flipped, a hard kiss stealing your breath away. You gave in easily, arms linking around Harry’s neck as his tongue forced it’s way into your mouth. He tasted every inch of you as hands scoured your body. Fingers dipped into the cups of your top, tugging down with no concern for the shreds of fabric he left in his wake. Lips parted with a wet smack only for his mouth to wrap around a pert nipple, the moan that tore from your throat striking him right in his core.

Fingers dove into Harry’s wild hair, back arching high as he sucked harshly. He knew exactly how to touch you to drive you wild. “Fuck….Harry,” you groaned. Almost immediately he popped free, dragging you down the desk as his hand caught your throat.

“That’s. Not. My. Name,” Harry hissed against your lips, eyes low. “Say it right,” He grunted, hand gripping your jaw now as he forced your eyes to gaze into his. “Say it.”

“….Harry,” you smirked, reveling in the way he growled and shoved your head back. His hands fumbled as he tugged his belt off and shoved his jeans down. There was no care in the way he flipped you, dragging you back to his hips as he folded over your back.

“You have one more chance, doll,” he whispered low in your ear. It was your last chance for redemption. A chance you weren’t going to take.

“Or what….Harry?” you gasped, chest heaving as you gulped down much needed air. The growl in your ear sent pleasure straight to your core.

“Just know…this is your fault,” he warned, cock pressing into your wet folds. In one hard thrust he was hilt deep, the scream of pleasure igniting a fire inside of him. You were tight and wet and….god he loved being inside of you. Hissing softly, Harry dragged his hips back before snapping his hips forwards. There was no time to adjust as he set a relentless pace. Your moans echoed around the empty Cortex, hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly they were turning white.

“What’s….uhn…my name?” Harry grunted, head lifting to gaze down at where the two of you connected, watching himself disappear into your tight heat.

“Oh god….” you gasped, eyes fluttering as each thrust bounced you against the desk. It was hard to think, let alone speak, but you weren’t going to give Harry what he wanted. At least not yet. “H…..Harry,” you spoke with a soft gasp, knees weak as he growled. Fingers dove into your hair, wrapping around the strands as he tugged hard. Your back arched high, Harry’s free hand slamming down against your ass.

“Fuck daddy!” you cried out, knees buckling. Harry smirked behind you, repeating the action and reveling in the moans that filtered from your lips. They were so sinfully sweet. He couldn’t get enough.

“Say it again,” He rasped in your ear, his breathlessness making you whimper. He was so deliciously rough when he was riled up.

“…Yes daddy,” you whined, yelping at the sudden hard thrust. God it felt so good. So so good.

“You’re mine and no one else’s,” Harry huffed, hand releasing your hair. Arms wrapped around your middle as you felt his face tuck into the curve of your neck.

“Yours,” you mumbled incoherently as he thrust hard and fast. One arm braced you against the table, the other reaching back to comb through Harry’s hair, mewling as he hit a particularly sensitive place. “Daddy~!” you whined, hips pressing back to meet each thrust. “Right there,” You gasped.

“Okay baby,” Harry breathed, hand sliding down your curves to your hip to keep that angle. Your cries grew in volume as he abused that sensitive spot and soon you couldn’t hold back. “Daddy…..oh god….Daddy! Daddy I’m…oh!…oh god!….oh…fuck!…fuck!…..Daddy!” Head tossing back, your grip on Harry’s hair tightened as your walls clenched hard around his cock. Your orgasm crashed into you in waves, entire body trembling as you mewled Harry’s name.

His orgasm was right behind yours, cock twitching with each thick rope he coated your walls with. Hard thrusts slowed to a halt as the two of you slumped against the desk. Silence encompassed your tired forms as your hearts settled and breathing regulated.

“Babe?” you hummed, turning in what small space you were allowed.

“Mmm?” Harry mumbled, face still tucked (happily) in the curve of your neck.

“…..Can I borrow some clothes?” you asked softly, voice unable to breach a whisper.

“Oh now you want to be covered?” Harry quipped, peeking at you with a smirk in his eyes.

“Harry…” you whined, only to feel his chuckle rumbled against your back.

“From now on, that outfit is only for me to see,” he grumbled, partially serious as lips met in a gentle kiss.

“Yes Daddy,” you muttered softly, giggling at the way his eyes dilated at the name.

Yeah, Harrison Wells was going to hell….but at least he had you until then.

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The Jake Problem - Part 2 (Jake Lockley x f!reader smut) 18+

Summary: There’s a lot of good ways to tell someone you love them for the first time… and then there’s whatever Jake Lockley is doing. (A sequel to the Jake Problem Part 1, but could be a stand alone too.)

Fluff, smut, angst??

Pairing: Jake Lockley x f!reader, hints of Marc Spector x f!reader x Steven Grant

Warnings: Mentions of abusive relationships, reader was in an abusive relationship, smut (18+ only), fingering, unprotected p in v (use protection), standard Jake Lockley warnings, marking (???), DID, Google translate Spanish, Jake’s not as kinky as he is in some fics, love that Jake but my version is a little softer, is this in character? idk

A/N: I’m so nervous. The pressure to write a sequel to something you guys love so much is unreal, but I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I haven’t written much smut before, so I’m genuinely unsure of how this turned out. But I want to give it a try, and still include my usual cuddly softness and some plot. If it flops, I’m deleting this and pretending it never existed. Second, I don’t speak Spanish at all, so this is Google translate Spanish though I did do some research to hopefully add some authenticity.

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The thought comes to him as he watches you wander the flat one morning in nothing, literally nothing, but one of his button down shirts. Jake loves you. In the few weeks since what he, Marc, and Steven had deemed the pizza incident, Jake had fallen completely and desperately in love with you. Your notes got tucked into his visor each morning. He eats any food you make him. Once he even made a sorry attempt at cooking for you, much to Marc’s amusement.

But he hadn’t told you he loved you, hadn’t even admitted it to himself really. Not until today.

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Hi I love your writing so much! Can you please do a cockwarming with Chan when he’s playing games?

I got a little carried away.

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With the introduction of new quarantine rules, Chris had alot more free time, and often swapped his work computer for his gaming PC, soft LED lights changing colours every now and again.

‘No no no- Felix- right, theyre rushing right-!’

He sounded stressed, his arms flexed as his fingers moved over the keys, his shoulders tensed as he leant toward his computer.

You couldnt help but watch his figure from the bed, your phone quickly becoming less interesting as he groans out in annoyance, something that turned you on way more than it should have.

‘Fuck!’ He groaned again, causing a pout to fall onto your lips. His shirt that you had been wearing all day rose up on your thighs as you tried to move around, panties now wet.

It was getting rather uncomfortable where you sat, heat spreading through you as you imagined those groans again.

You couldnt help yourself as you made your way off the bed, your sock clad feet near silent as you snuck up behind his chair, his attention completely on the game. This was going to be a perfect time to make your usually quite soft- dom boyfriend, a whiney mess.

When you came into his view, a smile broke out onto his face, one hand coming around your waist to pull you into a soft kiss, before he looked back on the screen.

He muted his mic for a moment, wondering what you were doing, before his question was stuck in his throat, as you dropped to your knees.

‘Baby?’ One of his hands came to cup the side of your cheek, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

‘Just wanna feel you’ you replied, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

He couldnt help but to groan at that, shifting in his seat so his legs were wider, allowing you to shift in closer to him, your hand palming over his growing bulge.

You unzipped his jeans, taking him out of his boxers before his cock was hard before you, your hand rubbing it slowly before you pressed a kiss to the tip, recieving a hiss from the male above you.

He looked distraught as you rose to your feet again, but quickly went to take his headset off as you dropped your panties from below your shirt, one of your hands pulling his headset back over his ears as you kissed his neck softly, straddling his hips on his gaming chair before letting him slide one headphone off.

You pressed your wet core to his member, making him groan softly before you whispered into his ear,

‘I want you to keep playing baby’

The boy smirked, his face tinged pink, however he was glad you couldnt see it due to the LED’s.

You swivelled your hips, grinding down on him as you watched him bite his lip, you heard the gunshots and his teammates voices through his headphones, however you noted he was still muted.

As you lined him up with your entrance, a flash of concern filled his face, his tip catching your entrance,

‘Baby- let me finger you first- or something-‘

You pressed your lips to his, shushing him as you sunk yourself down onto his member, fully sheathing him within you as he let out a loud whine, his hips jerking up as he felt your tightness around him, his breath laboured as he wanted to thrust up into you.

‘So fucking tight for me- fuck’ he groaned, before you pressed a finger to your lips, telling him to be quiet as you pressed unmute for him.

He glared up at you, but chuckled lowly as he watched your lusted expression, he felt you clench around him, you were just as much, if not more turned on than he was.

You placed your face into the crook of his neck as you stayed still with him fully inside you, and he kept playing the game, talking to his teammates through the mic.

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Half an hour, half an hour and he hadnt tried to thrust up into you yet, it was backfiring on you, in this sense.

You saw the current match end, him going into the waiting lobby for the next, a countdown of two minutes appearing,

You quickly muted him, leaning back from him before pressing your lips to him again, slowly lifting your hips and sliding back down onto him, repeating it over and over.

He groaned out loudly, his hands quickly coming down to your hips to pull you down roughly.

You gasped out as he giggled, his eyes full of love and a playful glint.

‘Trying to make me moan infront of my teammates? Hm?’

You shook your head no, making him chuckle again.

‘Well youd better keep quiet then baby’

He unmuted his mic, making you gasp, his hands lifting your hips up onto his desk, pushing his own keyboard out of the way, water bottles hitting the ground as he quickly pushed himself back inside your tight heat, one of his hands pushing the shirt you wore all the way up, his large hand cupping your chest as he pinned you down.

‘You good there chris?’ You heard felix’s voice, a red blush on your face as you realised hed never be able to look you in the eye if he knew what was happening.

‘Im fine, i thought i saw a spider’ chan laughed as he pushed into you again, hard.

You bit the inside of your palm, eyes squeezing shut as he pounded into you, you were lucky his mic’s sensitivity was so low, otherwise you were sure felix would have heard the way chans cock thrust into your wet hole.

You felt your high approaching, and it was growing hard for the both of you to stay quiet.

‘I gotta go guys, sorry’ chan quickly said before leaving the call, throwing his headset off, pulling you off the desk,

He sat back down in the chair and kept thrusting up into you one of his hands finding your throat as you came suddenly, his own high raking down on him as he let himself fill you up.

‘Fuck, fuck baby’ his usual, soft voice was back as he whined into your neck, softly riding out both of your highs.

‘That was so, unfair-‘ he panted, making you giggle,

‘Youve ruined that gaming chair for me’ he smirked, making you confused.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Now whenever i sit down to play, ill just think about this tight little pussy clenching around me’

You whined at his words, and he laughed, kissing your cheek,

‘Did you just get wetter??’

‘Shut upp’ you whined,

‘That means round twooo’