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Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 1

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Summary:

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

Author’s note:

Good evening everyone! This is a new story/project of mine, a little different of the ones in this blog, but I felt like trying something new and I hope y’all enjoy it.

I don’t know how many chapters this story will have, so we’ll find this detail out together hehe.

Tag list is open, let me know if you want to be tagged in this story!!!

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Disclaimers:

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

This story will have smut scenes in the future (ofc I can’t change this part of me 👁️👄👁️), but you’ll be warned!

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

This is a AU Eric Draven!!!

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

End of Author’s note.

Y/N hadn’t expected to see him. Eric.

Not here. Not today. Not with champagne in her hand and a practiced smile stretched across her face as she prepared to play the part of the perfectly put-together bridesmaid.

But there he was, leaning against the far side of the ceremony tent like he belonged in a different scene entirely. Dressed in a crisp black suit, hands in his pockets, head tilted just slightly like he’d already spotted her and was debating whether or not to wave.

He didn’t. Of course he didn’t.

She hadn’t seen him in what? Ten years? Long enough that she should’ve forgotten the exact shade of his beautiful green eyes or the way he always looked like he was either seconds from laughing or seconds from starting a fight with her. Long enough that she should’ve stopped feeling anything at all, even if every one of those feelings was negative. At least that’s what she always told herself.

And yet here she was, heart stuttering, stomach twisting, palms sweating, all because of a man who once ruined her thirteenth birthday party by telling everyone she still slept with a nightlight.

She swallowed hard and turned her gaze to the front of the aisle, pretending she hadn’t noticed him. Pretending it didn’t matter.

Y/N took a sip of her champagne. Bubbly, expensive, and exactly what she needed. She scanned the guests, counting how many familiar faces she could recognize and cling to before fate, or seating arrangements, forced them into the same conversation.

Because eventually, they’d have to have some sort of awkward unwanted contact. Smile. Pretend they hadn’t once declared mutual hatred under a high school gym roof after homecoming. Pretend they didn’t share a history littered with insults, grudging team projects, and one almost-kiss in the backseat of someone else’s car that neither of them ever mentioned again.

And the worst part?

He looked better now. Older. Taller. Small random tattoos over his face, neck as hands, and she could only wonder how many more he had under his suit.

Damn him.

She glanced toward him again, just once. This time, Eric was already looking at her and, unlike her, he didn’t look away.

He just smiled, slow and smug, like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned back toward the aisle, catching a discreet glance from the wedding planner who was motioning for her to take her place. As one of the bridesmaids, she was meant to walk down the aisle paired with…

No. No, it couldn’t be.

But as the groomsmen began to line up, she saw those green eyes, the tattoos, the cocky posture and she realized exactly who her partner would be.

Of course. Of course they were paired together.

He walked up beside her without hesitation, adjusting his cufflinks like they weren’t standing inches apart for the first time in a decade.

“Still pretending you don’t like me.”

She turned just slightly, smiling for the cameras but letting her voice dip lower. “I don’t pretend.”

He smiled like he didn’t believe her.

Their cue came, and they began to walk.

Arm in arm, in front of a hundred people, smiles painted on like nothing was wrong, like her pulse wasn’t thudding in her throat, like his fingers weren’t warm where they touched the bare skin of her arm.

It was only when they reached the altar and took their places side by side that she dared to sneak another glance at him.

He looked maddeningly content. Cool and relaxed like this was fun for him.

Asshole.

The ceremony was beautiful, heartfelt, full of quiet laughter and teary-eyed vows. But Y/N barely heard a word, because he was standing right beside her, hands clasped in front of him, posture perfect, and every once in a while, when no one was looking, he’d glance at her out of the corner of his eye.

She held her own and ignored him as best as she could, all through the confetti toss and the photos, the toasts and the group pictures.

As the party went on, Y/N moved through the crowd of guests seamlessly, hugging friends, catching up, offering congratulations. She tried not to notice how often she felt him just out of her periphery. And yet, every time she turned, there he was. Talking to old classmates. Making people laugh. Always looking like he belonged.

She found herself near a group of friends from school, half of whom she hadn’t seen in years, and somehow, without realizing it, he ended up there too.

Someone handed her a drink.

Someone else made a joke.

And before she could step away, she was pulled into a story, their story, a memory from years ago, something chaotic and stupid that ended with her yelling at him in front of the whole class.

The group laughed, and someone added, “Honestly, I always thought you two were either going to kill each other or…”

“Don’t,” Y/N cut in quickly, but her half-drunken smile betrayed her amusement.

Eric leaned back lazily, resting his arms on the wooden seat rest. “Finish that sentence. I’m curious.”

Their friends howled again, cheers going up as drinks were raised. A few mock bets were placed. Old inside jokes were tossed back and forth like they’d never stopped being sixteen and reckless.

And though Y/N laughed with them, her eyes kept drifting across the circle. To him.

Because even now, after all these years, it still felt like a live wire buzzed between them. One wrong word. One too-long look. And something would spark. It had always been like that.

She stood up eventually, excusing herself with a polite smile, heading toward the bar for a refill she didn’t really want.

Behind her, she could still feel his gaze heavy on her back, travelling up and down her body.

Yet she didn’t turn around, not until she reached the bar and the bartender leaned in to ask what she wanted, only for someone to beat her to it.

“She’ll have the champagne,” Eric said smoothly, sliding up beside her.

She stared at him, unamused. “I can speak for myself.”

“I know,” he replied, handing her the glass the bartender had just poured. “I just wanted an excuse to stand here.”

She took it from him, lips brushing the rim but not drinking. “You don’t need an excuse to be a pain in the ass, Eric. You never did.”

He grinned, leaning in close enough for only her to hear. “No. But it’s more fun this way.” He clinked their glasses. “Cheers.”

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

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Author’s note:

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

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Disclaimers:

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

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

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

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

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

WC: 3.5K

Tag request: @muchwita

End of Author’s Note

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

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

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

Then, another.

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

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

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

And then the real one hit: a video.

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

Another message followed.

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

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

Bastard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice thick.

“Sit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Bill tried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His fingers curled into fists and his breath was uneven.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck” His voice was tight.

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

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

“Still so impatient.”

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

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

His breath stuttered.

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

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

“You…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not yet,” you whispered.

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

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

“Oh, but I can.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fucking untie me,” he ground out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t hesitate. His lips parted instantly.

“Good boy.”

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

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

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

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

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

Nearly.

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

“Stay.”

His groan was low and broken. “Please…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please,” he gasped. “I can’t…”

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

You leaned back slightly, your eyes meeting his.

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

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

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

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

“Fuuuck” he groaned, voice dragged and wrecked.

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

Then you leaned forward, your mouth brushing his ear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

That broke him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The kind that burned slow and deep.

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

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

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

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

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

https://www.tumblr.com/unlimitedlust/779041184371900416/hi-will-you-still-write-for-noah-your-fics-are?source=share

hi i am the anon from this ask about noah

i know you said your requests are open for bill but if you ever consider a noah story again i was thinking about those new pictures of him in the studio and how good he looks 🥵 maybe a story about how reader visits him in the studio after hours (their alone obviously) and they have a smutty moment but didn't realize the sounds recorded. noah finds out though and plans to use the sounds in the background of a new song 🙂‍↕️

Ohh, I like the idea… 👀 I’ll see if I can write it down, okay? Can’t promise, but I’ll try ❤️❤️❤️

Cleanse Me With Pleasure - Bill Skarsgard x Reader (part 3) (+18)

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

Author’s note:

I’d like to thank again all of you who have read, liked, reblogged, and reached out to me about the previous parts of this short story. Your support and feedback mean the world to me, and I truly appreciate every comment and every interaction 💐🥰

Here’s the third and final part, I hope you enjoy it!

Masterlist

Disclaimers:

Pure smut head. Pure. SMUT. This is 4.8K words of smut. Unprotected p in v (wrap it up in real life)

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

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

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

WC: 4.8K

Tag request: @paraficwriter @malenoradgn

End of Author’s note.

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Your back hit the floor-to-ceiling window with a soft gasp, the cool glass a stark contrast to the searing heat of Bill’s body against yours. His lips were relentless, devouring yours like he was trying to pull every breath from your lungs, like he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had completely consumed you. His hands roamed over your body with purpose, gripping, claiming, pulling you impossibly closer, like he wanted to fuse you to him.

Fingers rough with hunger traced the thin straps of your dress, dragging them over your shoulders, and the delicate silk skimmed down your body, pooling at your waist. Cool air kissed your bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the way his heated gaze burned into you.

Bill pulled back just enough to look, his breath uneven as his hands covered your breasts, squeezing, teasing. His thumbs brushed over your hardened nipples, rolling them between his fingers, watching the way your body reacted to his touch. He let out a dark, satisfied sound before dipping his head, lips closing over one stiff peak as his other hand played with the neglected one. His tongue flicked and soothed, teeth grazing just enough to make you whimper, to send a sharp pulse of pleasure straight between your thighs.

Your head fell back against the window with a soft thud, your spine arching, body begging for more, for anything, for everything.

Heat coiled low in your stomach, desire curling tight as you dragged your trembling hands up his torso, over his shirt, undoing the buttons on their way up and your nails scraping along the taut muscle of his abs on their way down. His stomach tensed under your touch, a shudder rolling through him as you traced the waistband of his pants, teasing him the way he had teased you.

You made quick work of his belt, the soft clink of metal lost in the haze of heavy breathing and need. His button popped open beneath your fingers, and the moment your palm pressed against him through the fabric, his entire body stiffened. A sharp hiss left his lips, his beautiful green eyes snapping to yours, darker now, stormy with want and something more dangerous, something unforgiving.

Eager to see what you had in mind, Bill exhaled hard, jaw tightening as he released your body, his hands bracing against the cool glass behind you. Muscles flexed, tension rippled through his frame as he watched you sink to your knees before him, slow, deliberate, a wicked smirk playing on your lips. You knew what you were doing to him.

The space between you vibrated with anticipation, thick with the knowledge that this was only the beginning.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his pants and underwear at once, glancing up at him through your lashes. The sight above you made your breath hitch, his sculpted torso rising and falling, every inch of him taut with restraint, his face the perfect picture of raw, carnal hunger.

You tugged his clothes down, torturously slow, savoring every second of his unraveling. And then fuck.

His cock sprang free, thick, hard, the tip already glistening with precum. A fresh wave of heat rolled through you, your mouth going dry and watering all at once. He was big, every inch of him matching the height and strength that towered over you, and the thought of what was to come made your thighs squeeze together instinctively and you pussy throb in expectation. He was going to ruin you.

Bill’s gaze turned impossibly darker as he watched you take him in, his hands curling into fists against the window, fighting the instinct to bury them in your hair and just take what he needed. His self-control was razor-thin. He wanted to let you have your moment, to let you tease and play with him, but the moment you so much as hesitated? He’d make you pay for every second.

And God, you wanted him to.

Your nails dragged lightly over his thighs, teasing the sensitive skin as you leaned in closer. The tip of your tongue rested against your bottom lip before you flicked it out, swiping up the bead of precum that had gathered at his tip. Just the lightest taste made him shudder, his jaw clenching as he fought the urge to push deeper into your mouth.

You looked up at him then, locking eyes, reveling in the hunger darkening his gaze. You loved this, loved the control you had in this moment, the way you could unravel him with nothing more than your mouth and your hands. Holding him steady, you flattened your tongue against the underside of his shaft and dragged it from base to tip slowly, tracing every ridge and vein. When you reached the head, you circled it lazily, savoring his quiet, strained grunt before finally parting your lips around him.

The warmth of your mouth sent a tremor through him. His head tipped back, his breath coming in sharp bursts as you worked him deeper, taking more with each slow descent. Your cheeks hollowed around him, the slick heat of your tongue and the rhythm of your hand ensuring that not an inch of him was neglected.

He was big and stretched the limits of what you could take, but you weren’t about to stop, not when he sounded like that, when his muscles tensed, and his fingers twitched in your hair. When you finally pushed past the discomfort in your jaw and took him to the back of your throat, the deep, broken moan that tore from his chest was its own reward. His fingers tangled into your hair, guiding, encouraging, but it was still you in control. And God, you loved it. You loved watching him fall apart, seeing him lose himself completely to you.

When you pulled away for air, your lips were slick, swollen, aching, but you didn’t hesitate to take him in again. His hips began to move with you, slow thrusts meeting the rhythm of your mouth, each one pushing deeper, more desperate.

“Fuck my face, Bill,” you breathed, voice wrecked, eyes hazy as you pulled back just enough to beg. “Ruin me.”

His restraint snapped.

Bill’s grip in your hair tightened, the sudden pull making your scalp prickle, forcing your gaze up to meet his. The flicker of something dark in those green eyes sent a shiver down your spine. His jaw clenched, chest rising and falling with measured breaths, but you could feel it, he was barely holding on.

“Remember you asked for this.” He murmured, voice rough and wrecked.

And then he took.

His hips snapped forward, thrusting deep, forcing you to take every inch of him, filling your mouth so completely that your breath hitched. His grip in your hair held you exactly where he wanted, keeping you in place as he set the pace, slow at first, dragging himself out almost completely before thrusting back in, making sure you felt every inch.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice thick with lust, eyes locked onto the way you knelt before him, taking him so well. His free hand cupped your jaw, thumb pressing against the bulge he made in your throat as he pushed deeper, watching, fascinated, as you struggled to swallow around him. “Such a good girl,” He pulled out so just the tip was on your tongue “a good” he pushed in, out and in again “girl”

The praise in sync with his thrusts earned him a strangled moan that vibrated around him, and when he felt it, his control snapped to another degree. His thrusts quickened, his movements got rougher, more desperate. He needed this, needed to hear you gag, needed to feel you tremble beneath him, needed to claim you like this before he lost the last shred of himself completely.

Tears pricked at your lashes, saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth, but you took it all, let him use you exactly the way he wanted, let him fuck deeper into the wet heat of your throat, making you choke around him, because that’s what turned you on. His groan was low, guttural, his head tipping back as his fingers flexed in your hair.

He was close. His other hand cupped your face, tilting your chin slightly, making sure your eyes stayed on him. “Open wide.”

The demand sent another wave of heat between your legs and at this point you could feel your arousal starting to run down your thigh. Your lips parted instinctively as he pulled back, teasing, just for a second. And then he thrust forward on one last time, his release hitting him hard, his groan low and wrecked as he spilled onto your waiting tongue.

His grip slackened, his breath ragged, his muscles taut as he watched you, patiently waiting for every drop of cum he had to offer. And you didn’t break eye contact as you swallowed every last drop once he was done.

A muscle in his jaw twitched. His fingers traced your swollen lips and his eyes looked at you in raw awe and devotion.

His breathing was still heavy as he pulled you up cupping your face, his touch gentle now, and you made sure to lick your way up across his sculpted abs before his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, all while he finished getting rid of his shirt and stepped out of his pants, lips never parting from yous.

His bare skin burned against yours, his body pressing into you as he guided you to his bed. His lips never left yours, not even as the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

Then, with effortless control, he turned you, pressing firmly between your shoulder blades until your chest met the mattress. A sharp inhale left your lips as you felt the heat of him at your back, his presence looming and possessive as he bent over you. His hands and lips traced over your shoulders, trailing wet kisses down your spine.

“Stay just like that,” he murmured, voice thick with command.

Your breath hitched as you felt the fabric of your dress, once pooled around your waist, sliding down your legs, a low, guttural sound coming from his chest at the sight of you, only your white lace panties and heels.

His thumbs hooked into the waistband of your panties, teasing, before he dragged them down your thighs, a satisfied hum leaving his lips as he watched how your soaked panties were sticking to your drenched folds, and how they now spread your wetness on your thighs and legs as he pulled them down.

The air was thick, charged with raw desire as he drank in the sight of you bent over his bed, utterly bare except for the heels still on your feet. His large hands caressed the back of your thighs, fingers trailing up the soft curve of your ass before gripping it, spreading you open just enough to make you shudder.

“Perfect,” he rasped, more to himself than to you.

Then his lips were on you.

The first stroke of his tongue sent a sharp gasp spilling from your lips, your fingers gripping the sheets as he dragged the wet heat of his mouth over your most sensitive spot. He groaned as he tasted you, his grip on your ass tightening, keeping you open for him as he devoured you from behind.

His tongue worked you over teasingly at first, before he dove in deeper, licking, sucking, drinking you down like he couldn’t get enough. His breath was hot against your skin, his moans vibrating through you as he buried himself between your thighs.

Your legs trembled and your moans could be heard by anyone in the other rooms around you but you just didn’t care. The heels on your feet forced you to stay elevated, ass up, your body entirely at his mercy. He spread you open wider, his tongue working deeper, until your knees nearly gave out beneath you.

Just when the pleasure became overwhelming, he pulled back, leaving you panting, on the edge, aching for more. His teeth sank into one of your ass cheeks before his hands caressed your hips, sliding up your sides as he straightened, guiding you onto the bed.

“Lay back,” he murmured as crawled on the bed to join you.

Your body melted against the sheets, your chest rising and falling in shallow breaths as he knelt before you, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading you open.

The hunger in his eyes sent a new wave of heat straight to your core as he hooked your legs over his shoulders, holding you in place as he lowered his mouth back onto you. The stroke of his tongue was calculated, with just the right amount of pressure, sending a shudder through your entire body.

You raked your fingers through his hair as his own traced over your inner thighs before slipping between your folds, coating them in your arousal before thrusting them into you, one, then two, deep and in perfect rhythm with his tongue.

You moaned, arching into his touch, and he only went harder, faster, curling his fingers inside you, his tongue flicking mercilessly over your sensitive clit. The pleasure built, higher, hotter, until your stomach tensed, your entire body straining toward release, and then he slowed down on purpose.

A frustrated whimper left your lips, your hips lifting instinctively, chasing the pleasure he had so cruelly stolen. But his grip held firm, his breath warm against your swollen, aching flesh as he looked up at you devilishly.

He loved watching you squirm, but he was letting you have your own fun this time, after all you deserved it.

His mouth latched onto your clit again, sucking deep, his fingers thrusting harder, curling just right, pushing you straight over the edge. Your back arched violently off the bed, your cry breaking into a strangled moan as pleasure crashed over you, wave after wave, your entire body shaking with the force of it.

Yet, Bill didn’t stop, not until you were wrecked, panting, your body laying limp against the sheets, utterly undone beneath him.

His lips glistened as he kissed his way up your body, his weight pressing over you, his mouth capturing yours in a slow, consuming kiss.

“You taste even better when you break for me.” He whispered against your lips and then kissed them again.

Bill hovered over you, his breath still uneven, his lips swollen from kissing you. His weight pinned you to the bed, his body pressing between your parted thighs, the thick heat of him resting heavily against your slick folds.

“You’re trembling” his lips grazed your jaw. His fingers traced down your sides, soothing, worshipping, before gripping your hips, anchoring you beneath him.

Your thighs clenched around his waist, your body craving him, but he didn’t rush. Instead, he leaned back, running his hands over your curves, his green eyes dark with hunger.

“Come here,” he rasped.

With effortless strength, he flipped you onto him, pulling you up until you straddled him. His cock pressed against you, thick and heavy, teasing your entrance as his hands guided you into place.

Even wrecked, even with your body still trembling from the way he had just consumed you, you wanted more. You needed more.

His grip on your waist was firm, controlling, keeping you exactly where he wanted. “Nice and slow” he ordered, his voice low, commanding, but laced with something softer beneath it.

He lifted you slightly, aligning himself with your entrance, and then he pulled you down slowly, but just an inch.

You gasped, your nails digging on his chest as he stretched you open, the sheer size of him forcing your body to adjust, to feel him in every way possible.

“That’s it” His hands guided your hips, not allowing you to take more just yet “Feel me.”

He kept you there, barely seated on him, the tip of his cock stretching you, teasing you, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through your core. He controlled the rhythm, rocking his hips just enough to make you whimper, to make you desperate to sink lower. But he didn’t let you.

You bit your bottom lip, panting, your body twitching in his grasp. “Bill, please”

His grip tightened and he lifted you again, only to ease you back down, stretching you open, making you take him in slowly, to feel him inch by inch, thick and throbbing as he filled you completely, and when he bottomed you out you never felt so full.

When he was finally buried to the hilt, a deep groan tore from his throat. His fingers dug into your hips, his head tipped back against the pillows, his control fraying.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, his breath ragged.

You clenched around him, adjusting, the fullness of him making you shudder. His hands guided you, rocking you forward just slightly, testing, making you feel the way he pressed against every sensitive spot inside you.

And then, something shifted. The initial ache faded, giving way to something hotter, needier. A slow smirk curled at your lips as you rolled your hips again, this time taking over the control, dragging yourself over him in a slow, deep grind.

His breath hitched. His fingers flexed. His eyes snapped open, dark and burning, but you didn’t give him a chance to take control again. You lifted yourself slightly, letting his length slip almost all the way out, before sinking back down, harder, deeper, making sure to clench around him, so he felt every inch of your slick, pulsing heat.

His jaw clenched. A guttural sound escaped him. You had him.

You set the rhythm now, rolling your hips, taking him how you wanted, controlling every movement. You straightened yourself on top of him and leaned back seductively. His eyes driking in the sight above him hungrily, travelling from your sexed face, to your bouncing breasts and to your pussy swallowing him whole.

His hands still gripped your waist, but now he was desperate. One of them moved up your body and found your boob, squeezing it in a demanding way between his fingers, needing you to move faster, deeper. His head fell back, his chest rising and falling, his lips parting, he looked like a fucking work of art.

“Fuck,” he groaned “ride me”

Your pace quickened, grinding down on him with deliberate rolls of your hips, watching the way his jaw tensed, his fingers twitching against your skin as he fought the urge to take over. His green eyes burned into yours, heavy with lust.

You braced your hands on his chest, pinning him against the bed as you rode him harder, deeper, angling yourself to take him exactly how you wanted. His cock pulsed inside you, hot and thick, and when you clenched around him just right, a guttural groan ripped from his throat. His fingers flexed against your waist, a warning.

“Slow down” he gritted out, his control fraying.

But you didn’t. You dragged yourself over him in a torturous rhythm, bouncing on him in a way that made his head fall back against the pillows, his lips parting, his breath ragged. His hands gripped your waist tighter, fighting the pleasure threatening to consume him.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come” he warned, his voice dark, rough, barely holding on.

You smirked, rolling your hips again, pushing him closer, reveling in the way his muscles tensed beneath you, how his abs flexed with every movement. He was unraveling. And you loved it.

But he didn’t want this to end yet so, in a flash, you were no longer on top.

He flipped you effortlessly, pulling you off his lap and pressing you forward onto all fours, your knees sinking into the mattress. His hands were rough as he positioned you in front of the mirror across the bed, pressing you down on the bed, leaving your ass at his full disposal.

“As much as I’d love having you milk me dry while you’re on top, I’m not fucking done with you yet” His voice was a low growl as he leaned over you to whisper in your ear, dangerous and full of promise as he slid his cock against your soaked entrance, both hands splayed over your ass cheeks “Now, eyes on the mirror, watch me have my way with you”

With one unforgiving thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you open in a new way that stole your breath. Your mouth parted in a silent gasp, your fingers gripping the sheets as he filled you completely, deeper than before, hitting something devastating inside you.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear as he leaned over you, his chest flush against your back. “Look how perfect you take me.”

You moaned, your body shaking as he set a slow, punishing pace, at first, pulling out almost completely before sinking back in, making you feel every inch of him. Until he set a new, relentless pace that turned you into a loud moaning mess.

His hand tangled in your hair and pulled you up, your back meeting his chest as he kept pounding hard into you from behind. You braced your hands on his thighs behind you for support and tilted your head over his shoulder, overwhelmed by the pleasure of having him fucking you so good, your jaws slack as you felt completely cock drunk under his hold.

“Keep watching.” he demanded, his voice low and deep.

Your eyes locked with his in the mirror, and a sudden, electric surge coursed through you, an unspoken force tethering you to him, raw and undeniable.

His hands travelled over your body, one of them grabbing a handful of one of your breasts, and the other wrapping around your waist, keeping you pressed against him as he drove into you, each thrust rougher, deeper, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. His lips brushed your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin.

“You love this, don’t you?” His voice was rough, wrecked. “Being fucked like this. Taking me like this.”

You whimpered, barely able to speak, but he didn’t need you to answer. He could feel it, the way you clenched around him, the way your body trembled, desperate, needy.

And then his hand on your waist slid lower. His fingers found your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles, pushing you higher, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through your body. He felt the way you tensed, the way you tried to hold back, but he didn’t let you. His arm tightened around you, keeping you flush against him as his pace quickened, his thrusts becoming desperate, relentless.

“I want you to watch yourself coming on my cock” he whispered against your skin, his raspy tone along with the image in front of you almost sending you over the edge.

And when he slammed into you again, when his fingers pressed against your clit just right, your body shattered. Pleasure tore through you, stronger than the first one he gave you, overwhelming, consuming, your walls clenching around him as you came hard, your head falling back against his shoulder.

But still Bill wasn’t done with you. Even as your body trembled, spent and oversensitive, he kept you locked against him, buried deep inside you. His breath was ragged against your ear, his arms strong around you, his cock still thick and unyielding as he started moving again.

A sharp whimper tore from your lips, your body twitching at the overstimulation. “Bill” your voice wavered, half a plea, half a broken moan. “It’s too much, I can’t…”

But you didn’t push him away. It was too much, but you wanted more. Your nails only dug into his arms, your body arching against him, needing more even as you trembled from how much he’d already given you.

His grip tightened, his lips brushing the side of your neck, the corner of your jaw. “You can,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. “You will.”

His hands slid to your hips, guiding you forward as he pulled out of you slowly, only to turn you in his arms. Your back hit the mattress, your legs still shaking as he settled between them, his tall and broad frame hovering you.

The moment his cock dragged against your soaked entrance, a helpless moan spilled from your lips. Your body shuddered, your thighs trying to clamp around him, but he pinned them apart, watching you.

“Look at you,” he muttered, almost in awe. “So fucked-out, and you still want more.”

You whimpered, lost in the haze of pleasure, completely at his mercy. “Bill, please…”

His lips curled. His hands gripped your thighs as he pushed himself inside again, stretching you all over, filling you to the hilt. “You can give me one more, can’t you?”

You nodded desperately, your breath stuttering as he set a deep, steady rhythm, dragging himself out, pushing back in, making you feel every inch of him. His green eyes burned into yours, focused, determined, watching every reaction, every tremor that ran through you.

His hand slid up your throat, fingers wrapping around the delicate column, firm but careful. The pressure wasn’t suffocating, just enough to make you hyperaware of every sensation, of the way his cock filled you, the way your pulse pounded against his palm, the way his green eyes darkened as he watched you fall apart beneath him.

“Look at you,” he murmured, tightening his grip just enough to make your breath hitch, to make the pleasure sharpen into something almost unbearable. “So fucking perfect like this.”

The lack of air only heightened everything, the heat pooling low in your belly, the dizzying rush, the way your body clenched desperately around him. And when he loosened his grip just slightly, letting you gasp in a ragged breath, the sensation crashed over you like a tidal wave, your moan breaking into something helpless, something wrecked.

“Where do you want it?” He rasped, his thumb brushing over your fluttering pulse, feeling every tremor, every surrender. “Tell me.”

Your head spun, pleasure tightening in your core, white-hot and unbearable. The answer tumbled from your lips before you could think twice.

“Inside,” you gasped, nails raking down his back. “I have an IUD. Inside.”

Bill let out a deep, guttural groan at your answer, his thrusts turning frantic, almost punishing. His grip on your hips was bruising, his breath rough and uneven. “Fuck” he gritted out, burying himself to the hilt. “You’re gonna let me fill you up? You want to take all of me?”

You moaned helplessly, nodding, and that was it, his last thread of restraint snapped. His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast, determined.

“I want to feel it, want to feel you squeeze my cock while I fill you up.”

The words, the pace, the way he hit every devastating spot inside you, it was too much. Pleasure slammed hard into you again, knocking the breath from your lungs, making your whole body seize as you came with a broken cry, your walls clenching tight around him.

Bill’s groan was pure sin, his last thrusts deep and erratic as he finally let go, his body shuddering as he spilled inside you, his arms wrapping around you, holding you tight as he buried his face in your neck, groaning your name like a prayer.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was heavy, uneven breathing.

Then, slowly, Bill eased out of you, his touch instantly turning gentle. You shuddered at the loss, but before you could protest, he was already moving, already pressing soft kisses along your jaw.

He climbed out of bed and got a towel to clean you up carefully, and as he did so his eyes lingered between your legs, watching his cum run down your pussy, the sight making him bite his own lip before he finally finished cleaning you.

You sighed as he then laid by your side and pulled you in his arms, and you melted into the warmth of his touch, your body too spent to move.

A quiet moment passed before he spoke, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “This can’t be just one night.”

Your chest tightened. You tilted your head up, meeting his gaze.

“No,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “It can’t, and it won’t”

Bill exhaled, something shifting in his expression. He reached your face, tracing his fingers along your jaw before pressing a slow, lingering kiss against your lips.

“Now get some rest,” he murmured, his green eyes burning into yours, “because I’m not done with you.”

And neither were you.

Good morning, dear readers! Quick post to announce that REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN!!!

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

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Author’s note:

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

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

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Disclaimers:

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

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

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

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

WC: 2.7K

Tag request: @paraficwriter

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The final premiere was over.

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

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

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

What didn’t change though was his presence.

Bill was there. Of course, he was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You knew it was an invitation, a silent challenge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you gladly let it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You take me so damn well”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, God.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There you are!”

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

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

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

“Alright, spill” Amanda demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

“More like 30” Jonathan corrected.

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

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

But the worst was still about to come.

“Who was it?” William deadpanned.

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

“Who?” You tried and failed once again.

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

But you did it anyway.

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

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

You inhaled sharply and your friends noticed.

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

“I knew it,” Amanda breathed, victorious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amanda and Jonathan barely stifled their laughter.

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

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

Your stomach flipped.

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

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

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

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

Amanda smirked, nudging you.

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

Bill smirked. “We really do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“After you”

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I'm currently obsessed with Bill Skarsgard, so my ideas are gravitating around him now... BUT send me your idea, I can't promise I'll make it, but I can promise I'll try, after all, Noah is still hot af heheh

Cleanse Me With Pleasure - Bill Skarsgard x Reader (part 1)

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Author’s note:

Hello, dear readers, I was absent for a while and now I’m back, but this time in a different fandom.

Bill Skarsgard’s been living rent free in my mind for a long while now so it was finally time to bring something to life for you.

I had so much fun writing it, I hope you like it just as much.

It’s been months since I last wrote something so I’m feeling a bit rusty and I hope you can forgive me for that.

Masterlist

Disclaimers:

For the first time ever in this blog, this isn’t a smut (yet), but you’ll have an overdose of it in the next parts hehe. Expect my absolute worst (👀) for the next parts, as I have the filthiest plans for it 😈. Update: parts 2 and 3 have been published!

For now, expect lots of teasing and power play.

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

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

I wrote it to Sleep Token’s “Emergence”, “Rain”, “Alkaline” and “The Apparition”, so if you’re into listening to something while reading, these are the songs I recommend you.

WC: 2.4K

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

End of Author’s note

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Your teenage-self writing fanfictions in the middle of the night could never imagine that many years later you’d be standing in the middle of a crowd, attending the premiere of a movie made from one of your books.

What once was only a hobby became your job as you made it big in the book industry, now being one of the most famous dark romance writers in the world. And the best thing about it was that no one knew who you really were.

From day 1 you adopted a pseudonym so no one knew you or your face. You were invisible, and that allowed you to quietly mingle in the sea of journalists and photographers eager to get the best shots and interviews from the cast that had just arrived.

When your last book boomed and made it to the bestsellers, your friend and movie director, William, called you immediately, begging you to allow him to turn it into a movie.Your only condition at that time was “I want to choose the cast”. Now had Bill Skarsgard walking across the red carpet, kindly addressing his fans. A couple of steps later, he was practically in front of you getting interviewed.

Everything seemed to run smoothly, until the journalist interviewing him asked a personal question that made him visibly tense and uncomfortable. Hating to see him in such a position, and being the creative quick thinker you were, you stepped in behind the camera, pretending to be his assistant.

“Excuse me, Bill, but you have to get inside right now, the movie’s about to start”

“Just this one last question, please”, the interviewer insisted. But Bill took his cue and excused himself to get inside the theater, not without sparring a quick but thankful glance at you.

Moments later you vanished from the crowd and made your way inside as well, since the movie would start soon. Watching your hard work transformed into a movie was fulfilling, and you seeing the way Bill played your favorite character so far had you gasping for air through at least half of the movie.The character you wrote was hot, but Bill was undeniably even hotter, and by the surprised reactions around you you knew the audience felt the same.

When the final scene faded to black, the theater erupted into applause. The lights flickered back on, signaling the end of the night’s screening, but the beginning of celebrations for you.

As you stepped out into the cold evening air, the sounds of the city quickly swallowed up the last traces of the film’s score.

A sleek black car was waiting, ready to whisk you away from the theater’s glowing marquee and toward the after-party on the other side of town.

The car pulled up to a building, and you could see by the blinking lights at the top, that the rooftop was already humming with energy. As you came out of the elevator, you stumbled upon a breathtaking view of the New York skyline, and the pulse of music and laughter made your skin tremble.

You held your dark trench coat tighter around your body as you made your way to a group of friends, being immediately greeted with a tequila shot.

“Look who’s finally here! Our secret star of the night!” Amanda, your best friend, exclaimed as you joined the small group, each of them with their own shots in hand waiting for you.

“Thanks for the support guys, I wouldn’t have gotten so far if I didn’t have you by my side”

Everyone downed their shots and, seconds later, you already had a glass of red wine in your hands, ready to drink away the night with your friends.The conversation flowed effortlessly, laughter blending with the loud music pulsing through the speakers. The rooftop was lively, and for a moment, you let yourself sink into the joy of the evening.

A few moments later, as Amanda was cracking one of her infamous jokes, a shift in the crowd caught your attention, a subtle energy that made you glance up. Standing in a small group next to the bar on the other side of the rooftop was Bill, his eyes scanning the crowd, before locking onto yours like a magnet.

You couldn’t help the shiver that went down your spine as he seemed to excuse himself from the group and walk towards your direction. You casually averted your gaze back to your friends, but it didn’t take long for you to feel his broad presence behind you.

“Hey”, your friends’ attention shifted to him as he approached you with a charming half-smile on his lips. “Can I steal you from your friends for a second?”

Everyone went silent and expectant for what your answer would be.

“Yeah, sure”, you smiled back and excused yourself as you followed him to a quiet corner, both of you leaning on the rooftop railing.

“I just wanted to thank you for what you did earlier tonight”

“I’m glad that worked out” You both let out a small giggle.

“I think I’ve seen you at the filming set a few times, but I haven’t got your name?”

“It’s Y/N”

“Y/N”

You felt your stomach flutter at the sound of your name coming from his lips, but you quickly pushed it away to keep your composure.

You’d seen each other before on set when you went there to help William with some advice he wanted from you, but you never imagined your presence was even noticed, let alone by Bill.

“Did you like the movie?” He asked before taking a sip from his glass.

“Oh I loved it, I think it made justice to the book despite the limitations involved in condensing it into a movie.” You took a sip of your wine, “You did an amazing job on the character by the way.”

“Thanks. When William invited me he said the author had me in mind as their first option for the role, so I got really curious. That was one of the reasons I couldn’t say no.”

You almost let out a small giggle at his comment, since he had no idea who you were. You were deeply interested in knowing more about his thoughts around it, and maybe, just maybe, around you.

“What were the other reasons?”

“So… After William called me, I got the book to have a better idea of what the character and the movie were about… I knew the genre and I knew people were talking a lot about it lately, but I didn’t expect to get so invested in the story”

You took a generous gulp of your wine, only letting your stare linger over him, and hoping to hide your blushing face t, but you got the impression that he didn’t miss the playful glint in your eyes as he spoke.

“I gotta say, I’m not a dark romance reader but that one got me on a chokehold… Not only the book, but the author as well. I’ve been obsessed with their books and the mystery around them ever since.”

“Why’s that?”

“I mean… The way it was written, it pulls you in, it makes me feel like I’m living what the characters are living, feeling what they’re feeling. The hunger, the need, even the despair…”

Bill seemed completely lost in his thoughts as he opened up to you, a stranger, about your own work and how it made him feel, and you couldn’t help but feel somewhat powerful.

“…I don’t know how they do it, but damn I’d love to know, if only I could meet them.”

At that moment, you had the perfect opportunity in your hands. You rarely revealed your identity to anyone outside of your inner circle, but then, it just felt right. Plus, you’d love to see the look on his face at the realization that all he had to do was:

“Ask away.” Your lips curved in a knowing smile as you watched him make the connection, a timid smile forming in his lips. His eyes scanned you up and down a couple of times as his whole demeanor shifted, his well defined jaw tensed and his beautiful green eyes gaining a different darker shade, filled with a lot more than just admiration and fascination.

“So…Everything, every word, every scene, came from you?” He paused, his gaze dipping slightly as he took you in, the mind beyond the words that had him hooked.

“That’s exactly why I chose you to be my character, Bill.” He left his glass on a small table next to you and took a step closer, fully interested in what you were about to say. “I had a feeling you would be the one to play him just like I envisioned him, the one that could bring up all the layers I wrote, with the intensity I aimed, and now it’s my turn to confess: you excelled at it.”

You took a final sip from your wine and also leaving your glass at the same table he’d just left his.

“There were scenes that didn’t make it to the movie, scenes I wish I had.”

“Which ones?” You tilted your head slightly, amusement in your eyes as you were now curious to know where he was coming from and where he was going.

Bill chuckled, the sound of it going straight to your core as you watched him shake his head, as if he debated whether to say it, until he finally did.

“The ones that made me wonder about the author.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words as you felt yourself getting hotter and hotter despite the cold wind.

“What about the author?” Your voice came out almost as a whisper as you leaned closer, your eyes challenging him as you fought to not let them get lost on his plump lips.

“How did she get to those scenes, whether it was from experience, whether it was just from her imagination.” You could feel your pulse quickening but you kept your composure, your eyes deeply intrigued, never leaving his intense gaze.

“And what’s your theory around it?” You licked your lips unwittingly, without missing the way his eyes followed it.

“That it came from something real, but not from experience. They were a confession disguised as fiction, because you didn’t just create those moments, you craved them”

You shuddered at his words because they were the truth. You often put into your stories what you wanted in your own life but didn’t have anyone truly able to fulfill it, so you got lost in your own characters.

Suddenly, all the lights flicker and the sound of the music gets cut off. Everything goes out, a power outage swept through the building. Instinct kicked in and you gripped Bill’s arm for reference as his other hand found your waist, steading you.

The lights coming from far below on the streets helped your eyes adjust faster to the sudden darkness, and you could finally watch him leaning closer to your ear. Your skin tingled with electricity and your mouth went dry with how turned on you were in that very moment, eager to know his next step as the darkness just seemed to have intensified the moment between the two of you.

“What an interesting timing,” he chuckled in a low, knowing tone, voice dripping in amusement as it’s vibrations made your pussy throb in need, “to think we’re in the dark, like I’ve read in one of your books, just as I was about to ask if you’ve ever imagined yourself living out one of your own scenes.”

Your stomach clenched and heat pooled deep in your core, but you didn’t falter.

You let the weight of his words set between the two of you before you brought your lips close to his ear to make sure only he would hear your next words “I’ve imagined it countless times,” you confessed, feeling the tension thicken between you as he eagerly waited for you to continue. “But I’ve never found anyone capable of turning it into reality.”

You heard him inhale at your words, and felt the way the fingers on your hips tightened their hold around you at your words. You leaned back, but still kept close to his face, locking your eyes on him.

“No one that has what it takes.”

His jaw tightened and his eyes flickered with something sharp, a fire dancing behind them. At that moment you knew you had him right where you wanted.

“You think you’ve got me figured out” Your voice had a low, teasing tone to it. “You’re asking me about my desires when you’re the one devouring every page. You read my books, memorized my words, let them crawl under your skin”

He bit his lower lip as you dragged your fingers in a feather-like touch from his abs to his chest to then rest them on his shoulder.

“You’re the one who couldn’t put the book down. Who got obsessed. Who craved.” You could hear him swallowing hard, yet you didn't stop. “So tell me, Bill,” you lean in closer, your lips only inches away from his. “Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the one who’s been laid bare?”

You licked your lips once again, smiling deviously at the way his eyes lingered on them.

“After all, you didn’t just bring my character to life, you became him.” His breathing was slow and controlled, but the hard grip on your waist told you everything you needed to know. The game was yours.

Bill inhaled deeply as the flicker of something dark and dangerous flashed in his eyes, followed by a knowing and mischievous smile.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice nothing but a low rasp between the two of you. “Keep this up, and you might just find out exactly what I’m capable of.”

Your stomach tightened at his words, at the sheer promise laced between them. “Might? Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you challenged.

The electricity around you was almost palpable until out of nowhere, someone called his name. A voice breaking through the thick haze between both of you.You watched his jaw clench, annoyance flashing across his face, since he was clearly not ready to be interrupted. But it was too late.

Along with the interruption the lights and the music came back on, fully ruining the moment. You took the cue to take a step back, but not before letting your lips ghost against his ear one last time.

“I guess we’ll see another time, if you really have what it takes.”

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

Pretty When You Cry - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author’s Note:

Heyy, this was requested by an Anon, I got really excited with their idea and I hope I made justice to it!

Warnings: smut smut smut smut (this one has a lot more smut than the previous ones), handjob, oral f! and m! receiving, p in v, creampie, squirting, dom! Noah.

It’s very late over here, forgive me for any mistakes, please.

W/C: 4.2K

Tag request: @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning

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End of Author’s Note

Noah had just got home after months on the road with the boys and the way you missed and craved for him at that point was maddening. But before you could have your alone time with him, you still had to attend the band’s barbecue to wrap up and celebrate the end of the tour.

You begged him for at least a quickie, but he was adamant you’d leave that for after the party because he knew that after such a long time away from you, it wouldn’t be just a quickie.

But you weren’t okay with that. You wanted him and now you were obstinate to have him crawling for you.

So you wore the floral sundress you’d just bought, it hugged your body in all the right places, marking your waist and highlighting your chest, and had a slit on the left side, exposing your leg and thigh at each step. You applied your favorite cologne and a light makeup, and you were ready to go.

Noah eyed you from head to toe as you came down the stairs and gave you a firm slap on your ass as you walked past him towards the door.

“I liked the dress, baby, looks perfect on you” He paid his compliments as you both got into his car.

“Wore it for you, love” You winked at him and landed your left hand on his thigh, like you always did.

But then an idea crept into your head as he hummed a random song distractedly. You moved your hand higher and inwards on his thigh, caressing it with gentle rubs getting closer to his crotch each time.

You felt him tense and his gaze shifted from the road to you for a fraction of second, until he relaxed and settled himself on his seat, allowing and giving you space for whatever you had in mind.

You moved your hand higher and your fingers finally grazed his cock, hard in his shorts with your teasing. You palmed his length over the shorts slowly, impatiency starting to slip off him with a heavy sigh as you circled lightly the pad of your thumb on his sensitive tip.

His knuckles got white on the steering wheel due to how hard he held it while you pulled his shorts down just enough to free his cock, heavy and slapping against his lower belly, the sight making your mouth water and your pussy throb in need.

You spit on your hand and wrapped it around his shaft, slowly dragging it up and down his length, intentionally avoiding his tip, which made him visibly clench his jaw and fight back a frustrated moan as you worked solely on his shaft.

You gathered some saliva and leaned closer to him, making him think you were about to blow him off, but instead, you stopped your mouth inches away from his cock, parted your lips and let your spit drip from your lips to his tip, extra sensitive from being neglected, the light feeling of your saliva dripping and running over it making him buck his hips slightly searching for more.

You giggled seductively as you added your other hand on rubbing him off. One pumping his length, twisting its wrist around it to add an extra layer of pleasure, while the other worked on his head, switching from squishy pumps to just cupping it with the palm of your hand, leisurely rolling and lightly squeezing him, the wave of pleasure from that very specific motion making him break the car abruptly as a nearly guttural moan came from his lungs with the sensitiveness.

Seeing Noah so needy and vulnerable in front of you got you aching between your legs as he begged for you not to stop and threw his head back in pleasure. Thank god you were stuck on some light traffic because at that point Noah had his hands on the headrest of his seat, blunt nails digging on its leather as he buckled his hips forward and came in a long moan, cock twitching, spilling all over your hands as you kept on working on his high.

“That was amazing” He exclaimed breathless as his chest heaved up and down, and he got back into his driving stance while trying to reach out for some cleaning tissues for you, until he, taken by surprise, almost got hard again by watching you lick your hands and fingers clean, a devilish smirk on your lips “Fuck, baby what’s got you like that today?”

“I needed you to fuck the shit out of me before we left, but you decided against it, remember?” You teased him by making a pout with your lips, pretending to be annoyed at him.

Before the traffic light turned green, he pulled your head roughly and kissed you aggressively, in a clear attempt to show you how much he wanted you too. But still, you couldn’t miss the barbecue with the boys.

You arrived there shortly after, Noah’s cheeks were still rosy when you got out of his car and went straight to the backyard’s gate to meet the guys, their laughter could be heard from the street.

It was a warm and sunny afternoon, everyone was enjoying themselves and laughing off the fun moments from the tour while eating good food and having nice cold drinks.

You could feel Noah’s gaze on you from the small group he was gathered in a corner, watching closely everything you did, even the smallest gestures. So you took advantage of that.

Matt had just served a batch of hot dogs in the table next to you and you took one of them, taking it to your mouth, your tongue sliding on the sausage as you drove it in, mayo smearing on the corner of your lips on purpose, so you could sensually lick it off, just as you did on your fingers back in the car, getting Noah ridiculously jealous over a hot dog.

And that’s when you decided you’d tease him at every chance you got.

You could see him trying to avert his gaze from you, but it was pointless, his eyes were always there. You walked to one of the coolers for another beer and turned your back to him as you bent down to grab another bottle, your dress riddening up as you did so, almost revealing what it hid underneath.

At that point he wasn’t just discreetly watching you, he was actively ignoring his conversations and had his eyes trained on you, torn between wanting to fuck you there and then at that very position, and feeling a pang of jealousy because if he was watching that, it meant others could watch it too. On both hypotheses he felt himself getting hard, which made him have to carefully arrange his cock in his shorts so no one saw the on growing boner.

He forced his attention back to whatever random subject Jolly was talking about, trying to think about anything but you so he could quiet down the “situation” inside his shorts.

That’s until you, after a couple of minutes out of his sight, waltzed past him, stealthily depositing your white lace panties on his hand, winking at him as you casually walked back to the group of friends you were in earlier.

Noah swallowed dry and his blood boiled as his cock got fully hard, forcing him to sit down on the couch behind him and immediately grab one of its pillows to cover himself while also saving your underwear in his pocket.

“You okay bro?” Ruffilo asked, aware of his friend’s uneasiness.

“Yeah. My back hurts. Just need to seat for a moment”

You knew by the look on his face he’d make you pay for that later. Not only for getting him all flustered in front of his friends, but especially for walking around in that dress having no panties underneath.

You thought about giving him a break, but when a tray of cupcakes came into your sight you just needed to push his buttons again.

You grabbed two of them and headed straight to Noah, sitting on one his thighs as you gave him one of the cupcakes.

His free hand made its way to slide over the curve of your ass, but you stopped him in his tracks.

“You can look, but you can’t touch” You whispered deviously, giggling in his ear.

“I’mma fuck that attitude out of you when we get out of here” His promise along with his husky tone got you clenching your legs together in anticipation.

As if nothing was happening, Noah took a bite out of his cupcake, frosting smearing the corner of his lips, and before he could himself clean it off, you leaned into him and licked off, your eyes meeting his dark ones as you did it.

“Guess you’ll have to work hard then” You spat back and got off his lap, swaying your hips on your way.

A couple of hours had gone by and you decided to give him some peace, but your previous acts through the event were still lingering on his head, earning you predatory looks you knew you’d “regret” later when he had his way with you, especially every time he felt the lace in his pocket.

It was night already and the barbecue came to an end. You said your goodbyes to everyone and headed home, the ride on your way there silent, but the tension thick in the air and you noticed how Noah drove a lot faster than usual, eager to get home.

He pushed you inside the house and closed the door behind him with a loud bang, his impatience evident in his demanding tone.

“Bedroom. Now.”

“I’m so tired, can’t we leave this for tomorrow?” You teased one last time, faking a yawn, and in the next second he had you pinned on the hallway wall, hands around your neck.

“Quit it. Upstairs. Now. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d fuck that sassiness out of you, so don’t expect any sleep for tonight”

You’d been wet all day in need of him, but having him bark those words at your face had you dripping in anticipation.

He let go of your neck and you quickly obeyed him, practically running up the stairs as he followed closely behind, closing the bedroom door as you got inside.

“On your knees” He commanded, voice husky in lust as he took his shirt off.

You dropped on your knees in front of him, both of you next to a floor to ceiling mirror, allowing you to watch yourselves.

Noah bent down and grabbed you by your jaw, his face inches from yours as he said:

“Got me hard in front of everyone the whole damn day and with that short dress with no panties underneath” You bit your bottom lip at his tone, terribly turned on by him and his imposing, bossy stance “Gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours so you learn not to do that again”

You tried to kiss him but he stood back up straight and pulled down his shorts, freeing his rock hard manhood in all its glory.

“I’m the one who’ll decide when you can kiss me or not, baby” He had a devilish grin on his lips “But have in mind, you’re the one who started it”

You couldn’t think straight to come up with any sassy remark or any other kind of answer, so you just drove your hands to his cock, only to be stopped midway by a pull on your hair.

“No hands. You’ll have to deal with all of it with your mouth only”

You put your hands on your back as he brings your head closer to his cock, eyes connected, your mouth split open and tongue sticking out to lap him languidly from its base to its tip, swirling your tongue around it before taking it in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around it as your tongue played with the small bundle of nerves on the slit right below his tip on the underside of his cock, making a strangled moan escape from his lips.

You kept on sucking him, driving him deeper into your mouth, making sure to make a “pop” sound every time you pulled out of him completely, only to dive into him again, jaw hurting with his thickness and length, but focused on getting him all the way into your throat, to the point your nose pressed against his pubic area, without the help of your hands.

The vision he had from above was unholy as he kept you still, cock deep in your throat as watched you struggle on keeping him all the way in, a few tears running down your cheeks and spit down your chin in the process, an absolute heaven for him.

Noah tightened the grip on the makeshift ponytail on your hair and started to thrust in and out of your mouth, ruining it as he sped up his pace and intensity, making you take support on his legs as he fucked your face, moaning shamelessly above you.

You knew he was close when his thrusts became erratic and his cock started to twitch on your tongue.

Noah entangled his fingers on the hair on the back side of your head and pulled you backwards, away from him, letting only his tip rest on your tongue as he stroked himself and came on it, some of his spurts missing your tongue and painting your face as you keep your tongue out and mouth wide open for him.

In his eyes you looked like a work of art, all disheveled, makeup running down your face and eyes glazed with lust as you licked and swallowed the cum that stained your lips and your cheeks.

“Good girl” He praised as he hoisted you up and crashed his lips against yours hungrily, tasting himself as he captured your tongue.

He guided you backwards to the bed, stepping out of his shorts on the way, and laid you on it without ever breaking the kiss.

His lips finally left yours and trailed their way down your chin towards your neck, spreading kisses and love bites all over it, making sure to leave his marks, claiming his girl.

While he kept working on your neck sending shivers down your spine, his hands came up to your boobs cupping and fonddling them still covered by the dress, until he finally pulled its front part down and off of you, exposing your hardened nipples and allowing him to explore your breasts further.

He pinched your nipples with his thumbs and index fingers, rolling it between them but not too hard, just enough to make you arch your back, offering more of you as you writhed under him.

You spread your legs wide and thrusted up your hips to meet his own, desperately trying to have the slightest friction on your pussy, but it was no use, Noah immediately brought one of his hands and pinned your hips down on the bed.

“Please” You whined is frustration, clit aching and desperately needing some attention.

“Thought you liked teasing” He sank his teeth on the crook of your neck in response.

Noah soothed his bite with his tongue and kissed his way across your collarbone to your chest, licking its valley before he attached his lips around one of your nipples, gliding his tongue over it to then nibble at it, the stimulation so good you could feel the knot on your pelvis forming only by it.

He shifted his attention between your boobs, repeating the same movements, and you were so concentrated you didn’t see him moving his right hand down to the center of your body.

You gasped audibly when he finally ran his fingers over your slit, collecting your slick to rub it on your clit with feather-like touches at first.

You raked your hands over his tattooed arms and back trying to feel more of him, one of them settling through his silk dark hair, keeping him at your chest level as he still feasted on your boobs, marking their flash with small bites.

Noah pressed harder on your clit with the pads of his fingers and you felt that knot on your lower belly tightening, eager for the long awaited release as Noah, even after all those months away, knew your body more than yourself and pushed all of your right buttons to have you falling apart under his touch.

Your whole body tensed as you got close to your climax, but when you were about to snap it, he stopped and drew his fingers away from you.

“No!” You complained in raw frustration.

Noah giggled evilly at your reaction, the tables had turned and by the mischievous look in his eyes, you knew he’d make you pay for all the teasing you’d put him through.

“You’ll cum only when I allow you to. Understand?”

You nodded flustered as he collected more of your slick with his fingers and drove them to your lips so you could taste yourself. He pushed his inked fingers in your mouth, making you open it wider.

“I want your words”

“Yes”

“Good. Now eyes on me”

His face was on the same level as yours. He braced himself on his arm by the side of your head as he drove his hand back between your legs.

He sank two of his long fingers inside you, stretching your walls and going straight to that spongy spot inside you. He smirked when he saw your breath hitching and your pupils dilating when he started to curl his fingers inside you, rubbing it in a ‘come here’ motion.

Noah knew you loved this and knew how easily you gave in when he reached that very spot, and you only confirmed that when you unwittingly spread your legs even wider, allowing him full and unrestricted access to you.

“Noah please…” You begged, helplessly trying to pull on his short hair as he sped up his pace, taking you up that cliff you’d been craving to jump from.

Your body tensed again and you bit your bottom lip as we kept on fingering you, and when you thought he’d finally make you cum, he stopped again, retrieving his fingers and licking them clean as he laughed at your frustration.

“No” He deadpanned.

Restrained electricity ran through your veins and you felt even more sensitive with all the edging, your body feeling like jelly, even though you hadn’t cum yet.

As he waited for you to come back from your - almost - high, Noah crawled down the bed, pushed the skirt of your dress up and peppered wet kisses on your inner thighs, his lips getting dangerously close to your pussy, to then skip it, just to watch you wriggle above him.

He snaked both of his arms around each of your thighs and brought your pussy inches away from his face. He blew his hot breath over it and lightly ran his nose over your swollen clit as he did so, making you shudder under his hold.

You groaned loudly when you finally felt his tongue run along your slit, lapping up your arousal. He kissed and licked and suckled on your most sensitive spots, making you buck your hips up for even more of that, desperate for the release that’s been denied to you twice already.

Noah sucked on your clit and licked circles on it as he kept it between his lips, and that was it for you, you felt it coming hot and strong inside you, ready to ripple through you, toes curling at it, when he again, pulled away, postponing your release.

And at that point you were desperate, your chest heaved and a couple of tears of both pleasure and frustration streamed down your face because you needed it, you needed it hard, and he was taking it away to punish you.

“Please please please” You begged again while he helped you out of the dress you were still wearing.

“I told you I’d fuck that attitude out of you, didn’t I?” He whispered against your lips as he hovered over you, the tip of his cock lining to your opening as he did so.

“Then please do it”

“Do what?”

“Fuck my pussy” One of his hands went straight to your neck at your words.

“It’s not your pussy baby” He choked you “It’s mine” And pushed himself all the way in in one hard and deep thrust, making you moan loudly at the sudden stretch.

Your nails clawed down his back and you felt completely full as he started to fuck you properly, the hand around your neck adding to the experience as it pressed on the sides of your neck, cutting off part of the flow of oxygen to your brain.

After all those months away from him it felt like heaven having him inside you again, hips slapping harshly against yours as he now fucked you in short thrusts, but hard and deep at each of them, making sure to roll his hips enough so your clit would also be stimulated in the process.

“Fucking missed this” He groaned on your ear, peppering kisses on your neck “Fucking missed you”

“Me too baby.. feel so good inside me” You mumbled back as your walls clenched around him, announcing your orgasm building again in your core.

“Fuck don’t do this, I need to last” He moaned out, visibly holding himself back at your walls squeezing on him.

Changing positions, Noah manhandled you roughly, making you land on your fours, and pulled you by your hips, pushing his cock all the way back in one hard thrust. Stilled inside you, his hands once holding your hips slid down to your waist and then your ribcage, his hard grip pressing your body down on the bed while your ass was still up in the air and bottomed out by him.

He leaned down to your ear and said:

“I want you to cum hard on my cock, can you do that for me?”

“Yes baby” You sighed, breathless and head in overdrive with the new angle he was hitting.

“I want you to clench hard around me, milk me up so I can fill that pretty little pussy, you understand?” His words alone were enough to make you throb around him.

“Y-yes”

“Good”

He got back to his previous position behind you and pinned both your wrists together behind your back as started to fuck you again, in and out in harder and deeper than before, shoving your body forwards at each thrust, making you fight for your own balance as you drooled on the bed sheets, completely cock drunk.

You became a full moaning mess as he railed you like never before. Your denied climax coming back stronger than ever before and heightened by the sounds of his own moans as he drilled you.

You felt your body in flames as the pressure on your pelvis got unbearable and Noah, reading your body, leaned forward and took his hand to your clit. Only this time he wasn’t stopping it.

So it came. You screamed against the sheets as an earth shattering orgasm took over your senses, making you gush over Noah, your whole body shudder and your walls clench hard around his cock as he rode you through it, the feel of him twitching and cumming inside you at the same time only adding to your high as your whole body went numb with the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had on your life.

You were so blind by your high you didn’t realize you’d squirted on Noah, who smiled proudly at you as he pulled out of you, your fluids running down his lower belly and his cum dripping out of your hole.

He buried his face on your sensitive cunt and lapped it up for the last time, collecting his own cum to bring it to your mouth, which you gladly accepted by sticking your tongue out so he could spit it in, kissing you lovingly after.

You shifted your position on the bed, laying facing up the ceiling while Noah went to the bathroom.

He came back moments later with a wet towel and started to take care of you. First he cleaned the smeared makeup on your face and the remnants of spit and cum, kissing tenderly the places he’s just taken care of, then he cleaned the cum oozing from between your legs, kissing your knees once he was done.

After disposing of the towel, he climbed back on the bed with him, pulling you to his embrace as you nuzzled against his chest.

“You have no idea how I missed you, baby, I love you so much” He whispered as he kissed your forehead and held you tightly in his arms.

“I couldn’t stay another second away from you, Noah, you’re a part of me already” You tilted your head up to meet his lips “I’m unable to describe how much I love you too”

You felt dizzy as his heartbeat lulled you into your sleep, until he poked you.

“Uh uh” You looked at him confused as you waited for him to continue “I’m just giving you a break. I meant it when I said we’re not sleeping tonight”

Requesting a Noah x Reader fic please

Noah just got back from being on tour for months. You were looking forward to spending a romantic weekend with him, but right now you're both in the car on your way to a barbecue to celebrate with the other guys, so you've decided to be a brat. While he's driving, you give Noah a handjob and when he's finished he tries to hand you a tissue but you lick your hand clean instead and he's like 😳 he's not used to that from his sweet and innocent girl.

During the barbecue, you tease him every chance you get: bending over in your sundress, eating a hot dog, sucking a popsicle, licking whipped cream off your fingers during dessert... you can see him looking flustered a few times and trying to hide his massive boner.

The car ride home is silent but as soon as you get in the door all he says is "Bedroom. Now." You can probably guess what happens next - Noah being a little dom and rough, spanking, spitting, oral for both (swallowing & squirting), p in v, creampie (Noah licks it up and spits it in your mouth 🥵), the fluffiest sweetest aftercare

I’m SO into writing this, consider it DONE!!! It will take me a few days because of work and because of the amount of details I want to put into the story, but it will be done 😮‍💨❤️‍🔥

Just Pretend - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author’s Note:

Hey everyone, this is a halloween themed one shot, I know there’s still a couple of months left to halloween, but "Just Pretend" + the cold weather over here got me inspired on that theme, so there you go 🎃

Warnings: 18+ (as always), old love, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie. As always: English is not my first language, forgive me for any mistakes.

W/C: 2.8K

I’m quite insecure about this one in particular because I think my head’s been frozen by the cold these days, but anyway I hope you enjoy it!

Please, let me know your thoughts on this one on the comments and feel free to like and/or reblog it, your feedback means the world to me ❤️

Now have fun!

Halloween night was one of your favorite nights of every year. You loved the decorations in the neighborhood, the autumn color leaves covering the streets, the costume parties, the smell of pumpkin spices, anyway, you loved everything around this season.

But this year you had a halloween date. Your neighbor’s son, Bill, whom you’d been talking online for a while now, was in town and had invited you to a halloween fair.

Even though Bill was exactly your type of guy and seemed to be a very decent man, you weren’t ready to get involved with someone new, deep down you knew Noah was still under your skin.

Your relationship with him was short but as intense as it could get in every aspect, but at the same time you two were like magnets to each other, you were in different moments of your lives, so it tore you apart.

But almost a year had gone by since you last saw him and you needed to move on, and what better way to do that other than going on a date with a very hot and attractive man and maybe - hopefully - get lucky at the end of the night?

Today you were feeling bold and confident, so you wore your Akatsuki cloak zipped up to your neck with nothing but a black lingerie set underneath it, black boots and Itachi’s headband around your forehead. You applied some makeup in shades of red and black, with a blood red lipstick on your plump lips and finished it all up by letting your hair fall loose on your back.

Just as you finished getting ready you heard your doorbell ringing and your date was there, dressed as very hot Fred Kruger. You were definitely getting some tonight.

It was a cloudy and chilly night, but the cozy atmosphere of the fair kept you warm along with your date’s company. 

You walked hand in hand under the yellow light strings hovering over the fair, laughing about a silly joke Bill had just told you when for a split second you thought you’d seen a familiar face in the crowd, Noah’s face. You tried to look back at the direction you thought you saw him, but he wasn’t there.

“Are you okay?” Bill’s light squeeze in your hand took your attention as you’d stopped walking out of sudden.

“Yeah sure” You reassured him with a smile, although still startled by the thought of seeing him there.

You shook it off and kept on walking with Bill to a caramel apple tent. He bought one and drove it to your lips, offering you the first bite as you dug your teeth on the hard caramel shell, successfully taking a piece of the apple and Bill ran his thumb on the right corner of your lip to clean a small piece of caramel stuck there.

You thanked him and suddenly felt a pair of eyes lingering heavily on you coming from your right, and that’s when you knew you weren’t seeing things. Noah was there. The Crow’s makeup all over his face and short hair now, but definitely Noah.

Your eyes connected for a split second but you averted yours quickly, locking them on your date again so he wouldn’t see that you got distracted from him once more, after all you were flustered and your heart was hammering in your chest, but you didn’t want to ruin your date.

Bill took your hand again and led you to the big corn maze by the end of the fair and you thanked him internally for taking you away from Noah’s sight.

You giggled nervously at the scarecrows by the entrance of the maze as you yourself were avoiding a very specific “crow”.

“Come on, let’s split up, if I make it to the end first I win another date with you, what do you say?” Bill suggested as you got inside the maze.

“Then I might just lose on purpose” You winked at him and parted ways inside the maze.

You were glad your date had the idea of splitting up inside the maze because seeing Noah unexpectedly after such a long time had you on edge and you really needed some alone time to process everything.

So you wandered aimlessly through the maze, not bothering to actually find its way out or even marking the places you’d passed by already.

“Y/N” A deep voice behind you made you stop on your tracks as you immediately recognized its owner.

You turned to meet him and his gaze and you couldn’t help but to revel on how terribly captivating he looked as The Crow, the white skin contrasting heavily with the dark makeup, the smeared eyeliner around his eyes and running down his cheeks and the black lipstick to finish it all up as Eric Draven.

“Hey Noah” Uncertainty laced your voice as he took a couple of steps in your direction, standing only a couple of feet away from you.

“Nice costume choice” He raked his eyes over you dressed as one of his favorite characters, which also happened to be one of your favorite.

“Thanks, you look good too… What are you doing here?” You spit out faster than you intended.

“Just wanted to check on you… Is that your new boyfriend?”

“No, not yet at least” You shrugged, unsuccessfully trying to look unphased.

“I hope he treats you right” He took another step closer, towering over you “It’s a shame that by this time a year ago we were proudly matching our costumes out there”

The weight of his words and the memories they brought caught you off guard as a knot of longing formed on your throat.

He sighed “It hurts to see you with someone new”

You widened your eyes in bewilderment at his confession followed by a lightning bolt lighting up the sky, announcing the rain as isolated but heavy raindrops started to slowly pour.

“It took you seeing me move on to reach out to me?” You asked in a hurt tone. The countless nights you spent crying over your break up only to hear it after such a long time “That’s not fair, Noah”

The pouring got heavier and you and your clothes started to soak in its cold droplets.

“I really wish I could come back in time to fix things… I’m sorry”

“I…” Your head was all over the place, you weren’t able to think things straight at that point. Having him in front of you brought back the butterflies in your stomach and at that very moment, despite the hurt that still lingered, you didn’t wanna discuss things long overdue “We both know it was my fault too, there’s no need for you to apologize for the past now” 

You both smiled gently at each other and he took your hand in his.

“Come on, we can continue this someplace else, it’s cold and the rain is getting heavier”

You followed him through the maze and only now you realized how big and puzzling it really was, because you wouldn’t know your way out of there on your own, especially with the rain and the thunders rumbling in the sky.

Sensing your apprehension, Noah brought you closer to his body wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“We’re far from the way out yet, but there’s a shed around the next corner, we’ll stay there until it stops raining, okay?”

You nodded and seconds later, just as he’d promised, there was a small wooden shed amongst the corn maze.

He closed the door behind you and although it wasn’t the most comfortable place in the world, it was better than staying under that cold rain. You were shivering as you took off the soaking wet boots from your feet, bothered by the slushy feeling of your wet socks inside them.

“You should take off that cloak too, it’s too wet, you’ll get sick if you don’t” Having him protective over you after all this time got you feeling warm inside.

But there was a problem, if you took it off you’d be practically naked in front of him, so you just hoped he’d let that go as Noah rummaged through a cabinet trying to find something to warm you.

“I found you a blanket” He turned to hand it to you, but stopped on his tracks when he saw you trembling, with your cloak still on “Are you okay?”

He placed the blanket on a chair and came closer, both of his hands cupping your cheeks as he gently tilted your face so his gaze could meet yours. The warmth of his hands spread down your body as you melted with the way he caressed your cheeks affectionately and you lost yourself in his perfect features, the way the wet strands of his hair dangled over your face hypnotizing you with how hot he looked with his new haircut.

“I am. It’s just the cold” You answered lightly as you unwittingly leaned into his palm, earning a kiss on your forehead.

“Then come on, let’s take that cloak off, I really don’t want you getting sick on me”

His fingers went to the zipper right above your chin, but your hands held his wrist in place as he was about to pull the zipper down.

“I can’t” Noah had a puzzled look on his face as he waited for a believable explanation “I… I’m…”

“I’m waiting”

“I’m not wearing anything but bra and panties”

The air inside the shed got suddenly thick as he processed that information. At the same time it thrilled him knowing that basically only a cloak had him away from your body, he was mad about the idea you’d wore like that for another man.

“For him?” The anger in his tone sent another wave of shivers down your spine as he cornered you, his face and his body only inches away from yours as his gaze burned holes into you.

And like a flipped switch, you weren’t feeling cold anymore and the rain wasn’t the only thing that had you wet.

“He’s not the one in front of me now, is he?” You teased him and dropped your hands from his wrist, his hand still on your zipper.

Taking it as a signal, Noah pulled the zipper down slowly, your chest heaving in anticipation as his gaze fell on your body, drinking you in after so long. With your bra now fully exposed, he bit his bottom lip as he watched your hardened nipples perched up against the transparent layer of black lace covering them.

Once he’d finished unzipping the cloak, you slipped it off your shoulders and let it fall on the floor, Noah’s eyes were predatory over you.

Breaking the distance between your bodies, Noah hooked his finger in the waistband of your panties and pulled you towards him at the same time he finally connected your lips in a fierce kiss.

Your tongues rolled against each other as you both drowned in the intensity of the moment, devouring each other after so long, your fingers entangling in his wet hair pulling him impossibly closer as he ground his hips against you, allowing you to feel how hard he was for you.

He let go of you for short seconds to take off his wet coat and black t-shirt, his once black lips were now stained by your red lipstick and you only wondered what you were looking like, hair wet from the rain and red and black lipstick stained all over your lips just like his.

“I fucking missed you” He groaned before latching his lips on yours again passionately.

One of his hands kept you glued against him as the other made its way on your spine, finding and undoing your bra clasp swiftly, making it slide off your shoulders right after.

Both his hands cupped your now exposed breasts and fondled them, kneading them as he played and pinched your nipples between his fingers while his lips now left yours and trailed down your neck, leaving angry marks on his way because he had full intention of marking you as his.

Your hands traveled down his chest and abs to his belt, fumbling it open as his tongue and teeth abused the most sensitive spots on your neck, making you whine softly on his ear at each sting followed by his soothing tongue.

After unbuckling his belt, one of your hands found its way inside his pants, palming his hard restrained length, making him grunt and buck his hips forward against you as you started to pump him slowly just to entice him.

One of his hands left your chest and went straight down between your legs, wasting no time in pulling your panties aside and pushing two of his fingers inside you, the sudden stretch making you gasp and clench around him, as he immediately started to work on the special place inside you he knew got you seeing stars.

You hooked a leg around his waist allowing him to go deeper with his fingers as you now took support on his shoulders, your body under such a pleasure you didn’t thrust your own balance.

“Noah…” The way his name came from your lips as he finger fucked you felt like music to his ears because since the last time you’d been together he dreamt about hearing it again.

“I fucking missed this…”

Along with his fingers, Noah started working on your clit with his thumb, applying pressure on it as he drew tight circles on it, making you bite the crook of his neck to keep a scream out of you as you were seconds away from your orgasm. Until he pulled away, making you whine in frustration.

“I wanna feel you cumming on my cock”

He licked the fingers that were inside you and the look on his face while he did that, like he was just having a taste of heaven, got you throbbing in need.

You took off your panties as Noah pulled his pants and underwear down just enough to free his hard erection, then pulled you up against the wall, your legs hooking around his hips as he held you by your ass cheeks, lining his tip to your entrance.

Your eyes were connected as he pressed against you, both of you moaning on each other’s lips as his entire length sinked at once inside you due to how wet you were, stretching you in a way only he did.

Your head fell back on the wall behind you as he slowly slid in and out of you, bottoming you out at every thrust, your manicured nails clawed down his back as he started to pick up the pace and the intensity of his rhythm.

You trailed love bites on his neck right below his ear, where you knew he was sensitive, earning a low grunt out of him as he focused on fucking the shit out of you against that wall, the position allowing you to feel every inch of him inside you, pushing all of your right buttons.

One of his hands found its way between your bodies and he instantly connected his fingers on your clit, moving them in sync with his hips slamming against you, and the feeling of him throbbing inside you along with his fingers on your clit got you closer to your high once again.

“Noah, I’m so close, don’t stop” You begged in his ear and you felt his skin shiver under your touch with your words.

The angle and the depth of his thrusts, along with a very specific flick of his fingers on your clit made your eyes roll to the back of your head as your body shuddered and your walls clenched around him, a deep moan erupting from your lungs as he kept fucking you, painfully riding your high as he too was close to his own.

Just as he felt your body going limp in his arms, he was about to pull out when you kept him inside by locking your legs around his waist and begging on his ear: “Cum inside me please”

Your plea got him cumming hard as his fingers dug into your hips keeping you in place as he stilled, spilling deep inside you as he bit the crook of your neck, still high from his release.

He leaned his forehead against yours and kissed you gently as he pulled out of you, his cum running down your thighs as he did so, and you missed him inside you already. You missed him.

“I missed you so much” You wrapped your arms around his neck, afraid of having to let him go again and it was now your turn to confess “Heaven knows I’m never getting over you”

“Wanna try again?”

🌸🌸🌸 F. A. Q. 🌸🌸🌸

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I guess a small FAQ would be good here in the blog, so let's go!!!

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Me (Veronica) and Dani are the ones responsible for everything you read here -> these are pseudonyms, so feel free to call us by them or anything related to our blog's name.

We're online friends since 2011 (back when our crushes were the RHCP guys) and we've been reading and writing stories together since then. Nowadays, due to our work and study routines, I'm the one doing the writing and Dani does the proof reading + helps me with ideas.

About "Unlimited Lust":

We're both in our mid 20's, college grads and have our own boring lives out here so this is where we turn down our reality to dive into our wicked thoughts and scenarios.

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Hi! I'm the anon who requested the Noah fic!

OMG WOW 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

That was PERFECT!!! Thank you so much!!!

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You’re welcome, dear 🥰🥰 I’m glad you enjoyed it ❤️

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

Author’s Note:

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

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

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

Tag request: @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning

WC: 2.8K

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

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

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You missed him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wanted to join you. He wanted you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re really sorry?”

“Yes”

“Then show me”

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

“How?”

“Come here”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you’d make him fit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I will, but not yet”

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

“I need to finish what you started first”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No”

“Better get used to it then”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hi! I have a Noah x Reader request

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

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

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

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

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Take Me Back To Eden - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author’s Note:

Heyyy it’s me again! My fantasies have been all over Noah recently as you can see so, faster than ever (for my standards), I’ve got this story out for you. I really got out of my comfort zone for this one, but I hope you like it, let me know your opinions here later, please!!!

Disclaimers: I’m unable to write anything that doesn’t involve smut so there’s tons of it ahead, as always, you’ve been warned!!! Here we’ll also have bits of heresy, there are mentions of religiousness in a not religious way, there’s also dom! and rough Noah, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, unprotected p in a (yes, anal), creampie, aftercare.

Again, english is not my first language, forgive me for any mistakes!

WC: 2.4K

Hope you all enjoy your time here, don’t forget to like and reblog if you appreciate it and, if possible, I’d be very happy to hear your thoughts on it!!!

Warnings done, enjoy the story!!!

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The community priest’s daughter, that’s how everyone knew you for, and despite not being as religious as your parents, you did your best to keep up with the family’s reputation, at least publicly.

At the community’s eyes you were the daughter every father wished and prayed for, but if they ever knew about your likings off the spotlights.

Noah Sebastian, the rockstar born and raised in that same community, on the other hand, was not seen with the same grace, after all, he crossed lines a good christian could never accept nor admit.

And that, him being the forbidden fruit, the bad example no one should ever follow, along with his tall figure adorned with tattoos all over his skin, drew you into him instantly. After all, everyone loves a good sin.

At first, when the two of you met, you thought you’d just take part in a harmless cat and mouse game. At that moment, in your mind, he represented no real danger since he was almost always out of town. But oh boy how terribly wrong you were.

When things started to escalate and you had a taste of his sins, you soon realized you were in serious trouble and yet you didn’t want any help out of it.

What was meant to be only a physical involvement at first quickly turned into a forbidden relationship, which now you had to hide from the world, after all your parents, and mainly your father, would never allow such a thing, not with his most precious and chaste daughter.

And it would probably cause him a heart attack if he knew that at this very moment you were fully naked, locked up with Noah in his bathroom, down on your knees with his cock deep in your throat.

Noah’s tattooed hands held you by your hair as you bobbed your head up down his length, hollowing your cheeks around him, earning deep moans out of him at each movement.

You’ve been taught your whole life that you should only get down on your knees to pray, but oh boy how you loved to get down on your knees and let him use you and your mouth to his own liking.

You pulled your mouth out completely and teased the bundle of nerves right under the tip of his cock with your tongue, a devious smirk on your lips as you watched him watch you. He tightened the grip on your hair as your tongue went on, sliding from left to right and up and down on such a sensitive spot.

“Fucking stop” He pulled you up on your feet “I don’t wanna cum just yet”

He claimed your lips and hoisted you up by your asscheeks, sitting you on the counter behind you, legs wide open as he stood between them, devouring you with his lips and tongue while his hands traveled down you your body, one of them kneading one of your boobs as the other slid between your drenched folds, collecting your slickness as his pads circled your clit, applying pressure on it, your eyes rolling back at the stimulation.

“This wet already only from getting me off?”

You couldn’t answer, all you were able to do at that moment was bite your lip to keep you from moaning louder than you should, until he drew his hand away from you.

You whined in frustration as your pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to have him inside you, filling you, claiming you.

“Noah, p-please” You tried to pull his hips closer by hooking your legs around them as your hands ran up his tattooed arms to his nape.

“Tell me what you want” He demanded, lips inches from yours as he roughly grabbed you by your face, his dark eyes burning holes into yours.

“Fuck me. Hard” You spit out filthy.

“You want it hard?”

“Plea…” You gasped audibly when he pushed himself inside you with no warning “Oh fuck”

One of his arms snaked around your hips to keep you put by the edge of the counter as he bottomed you out. The sudden stretch made your body quiver in pleasure as he started to set his pace. Without breaking eye contact between you, he’d pull out almost completely to then slam himself back in harshly.

Like a starved man, his lips ran down your neck towards your breasts, where he kneaded one with his hand while his lips and teeth nibbled on the other, taking their time on your sensitive nipples as you arched your back towards him at each thrust, head thrown back in pleasure as his cock slid in and out of you.

With no warning in advance, he pulled out of you and, as if you were a weightless doll, he manhandled you down the sink and spun you around so now you could watch everything he was doing to you in the mirror.

He pushed himself back in, harder this time, making your body jolt forwards, his hips smacked loudly against your ass as he pulled you up straight by your hair for better leverage. He hooked his arms around your shoulders and hips, bringing your back to rest against his chest and allowing him to reach a new angle inside you, his pounding faster and harder as you felt your orgasm building within.

The scene unfolding in the mirror in front of you took your lust to a new level as you watched him rail you, the way his tattooed arms wrapped around you, the way your boobs bounced with each thrust, the fucked out expression you both held on your faces as you stood there agape, a pure moaning mess.

The hand on your hip slid down your front towards your clit, massaging and rolling it between his pads, the added stimulation tightening the pleasure knot in your lower belly. Noah knew you were close because he felt how your pussy clenched around him, so he picked up his pace and intensified his fingers’ work, and with a deep last thrust it snapped.

He kept your body close and stilled behind you as your body quivered against him while his fingers kept on working on you, riding you through your high until your body felt numb.

On the verge of his self control to not cum, your clenching walls like torture around him, he pulled out of you when he realized you were done.

Your eyes met again through the mirror and he reached out for your chin, pulling it to the side so his lips could meet yours in a passionate and tender kiss.

You’d just come, yet you were still in need of more of him, your body still ached for him, the amount of time you usually had to stay away from each other due to his work had you climbing over the walls for him, and by the look on his face behind you, he also wasn’t done with you.

His cock slid up and down between your asscheeks, still slick and wet from your pussy that now contracted around nothing, missing the way he stretched it to its limit just seconds ago.

With his palms now both splayed on your ass cheeks, parting them at each rub of his cock, you knew very well what he had in mind for you next.

You’d fucked countless times already but there was one thing you’d never done, a thing Noah knew you’d never done.

And he wanted that, he wanted to be your first, he wanted to claim you, you both knew that it was the biggest token of submissiveness and truthfully trust you could give him. The erotic and animalistic sense of possession and control involved in that exchange sent your head and body to overdrive with both lust and apprehension.

“Noah…” You bit your bottom lip, the uncertainty in your voice fading as his thumb drew circles on your hole, stimulating you, his eyes never breaking contact to yours because he wanted to have and to conquer you, but he wanted you to want it, he wanted you to crave for it, he wanted to be chosen and he wanted to watch you feel every aspect of it through that mirror.

“Yeah?” The husky whisper against your ear sent a strong shiver down your spine as he kept working on easing your hole.

His cock now between your legs, slipping back and forth slowly against your drenched folds, collecting your slick and coating himself in it, and he made sure that with every slide his tip met your clit teasingly, smearing it with his precum.

To feel him and to watch the scene unfold in front of you in the mirror felt pornographic as his swollen tip peaked between your thighs with every rub. You felt yourself getting bolder and hotter, and you couldn’t help but to bite your bottom lip harder as he slid a finger in your asshole, the strange yet stimulating feeling making you melt under his control at each calculated pump of his finger stretching you, getting you ready for him.

His eyes were dark with lust as he watched you relax and give in, as he watched your body reacting to him, your pussy now dripping with how turned on you were getting as he played with your ass.

“Noah…” His name left your lips once again in a soft chant as your ass met his finger on its own, the unexpected reaction making him groan.

“Fuck…” He bit on your shoulder blade and removed his finger slowly, which soon was replaced by his swollen tip coated with his own precum mixed with your slick, lubing you.

“Will you be gentle?” You whined, voice weak in anticipation as you braced yourself on the edge of the sink you were trapped against.

“Yes baby… Let me take care of you” He trailed wet kisses from your nape over your back and shoulders, their tenderness sending another wave of chills down your spine “I just need you to trust me, okay?”

His eyes met yours in the mirror again as he positioned himself against your ass, his tip pressing against your hole waiting for your signal as his large palms kept your ass cheeks parted, allowing him full view.

“Take me, Noah”

Your lips shaped a mute “O” as you felt like your breath was punched out of your lungs when he pushed in, the initial stretch from his thickness felt like it was tearing you in half and he was not even a couple of inches deep yet. He didn’t move at first, allowing you to feel and get used to it as he peppered wet kisses along the crock of your neck, his eyes trained on your every reaction in the mirror.

Seconds later the stingy pain started to fade and was suddenly replaced by a new found sensation, a different kind of pleasure you’d never experienced before burning through your veins as your hole settled him in.

It was raw, primal, blinded and flooded your senses in sheer lust.

Noah pushed deeper and a long animalistic moan erupted from your chest, your cheeks flushing in a dark shade of pink as your face contorted in bliss.

His digits sunk in your flesh as he shifted his attention between watching your fucked out face in the mirror and his thick cock disappearing into your tight hole, the feeling of it swallowing him deeper into you making him grunt and struggle to keep his restraint under control as he too was high in pleasure, transcending with the realization that you were his, only his, fully his.

“Fucking mine”

Once you got comfortable and confident he fucked you rough, raw, your ass colliding against his hip bones with each thrust, nasty moans and unintelligible profanities being spilled out from both of you as his length was now all the way in your ass.

It felt wrong and wicked, but the idea that he was ruining you with each pound, fucking you like a filthy whore, got you spiraling over the edge in a new found layer of lust as you now had no control over how loud you were being at that point, completely tamed by how hot it all felt, how amazing he was making you feel.

Your legs started to falter as your orgasm grew hot and strong, coming in a violent and uncontrollable wave. Seeing the way you were about to fall into pieces, Noah’s hands left your ass cheeks and moved up your body, one entangling in your hair as the other moved towards your mouth, pushing two of his fingers against your tongue, forcing you to open your mouth wider as he now fucked you in an unholy rhythm.

Feeling and watching him all over you, overpowering you, desecrating you, made your body tremble violently as your climax washed away all of your senses, deafening and blinding you as your body melted under his control.

Noah embraced you in his arms to keep your body from collapsing and your legs from giving in as he now pursued his own high, which didn’t take many seconds after yours to strike him as he was desperate to cum at that point, crazed by all of you. He crushed your body between his strong arms as he came inside your ass, releasing all his spent in long and thick hot spurts, his body twitching against yours as he did so.

“I love you so much” He whispered before pulling out of you, and you immediately felt his cum start to ooze out of you down your legs.

He kissed you tenderly and then proceeded to turn on the bathtub’s faucet, filling it.

He knew you couldn’t move from the sink where you were still standing by, exhausted and overwhelmed by the newly found sensations and experiences, so he lifted you up on his arms and walked you to the bathtub, carefully setting you down in it, your muscles instantly reacting to the amazing feel of the hot water engulfing you.

Noah took his place behind you in the tub and pulled you closer, nestling you in his arms as he kissed your temples.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” His voice was laced with concern.

“I’m more than okay” You looked up to meet his eyes, reassuring him “And I loved that you were the one to do it to me”

He smiled proudly and tightened his arms around you.

“The one and only” He giggled “Like I said: you’re mine”

Chokehold - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author's Note:

Heyy, I've had this idea in my head for a while now and it took me some time to finally write it so I hope y'all like it!!

I'm new to this fandom and this is my very first Noah Sebastian fanfiction, but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimers: as any other content in this blog, this is a highly NSFW smutty story so if you're not into this kind of explicit content I advise you not to read it. Here you'll have a bit of plot and lots of porn, unprotected p in v (be safe out there), oral (f receiving), Noah being a giver, alcohol and lots of explicit descriptions.

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

I wrote it to Sleep Token's "Chokehold", "Take Me Back To Eden" and "The Summoning", and also to Bad Omens' "The Death Of Piece Of Mind" and "What It Cost", so if you're into listening to something while reading, I recommend you these songs.

WC: 4.7K

Enjoy your time here and if you enjoy it, feel free to leave it a like and/or to reblog the story, your feedback is what keeps me writing!!

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You were Bad Omens’ photographer for the tour, the one responsible for taking all the pictures the fans would go feral online, especially Noah’s, and you couldn’t help but to keep giving them more material, because even though you’d never admit it, you’d also secretly had a deep crush on him. 

The guys from the band and the crew would often joke about how Noah’s pictures were the best ones and how you privileged him over the rest of the band, but you always dismissed the subject by saying that it wasn’t your fault he had the better angle since he was the lead singer. It was true in some aspects, yes, but your skills for taking fantastic pictures no matter how challenging the circumstance was were undeniable, so in the end of the day, it wasn’t hard to reach the conclusion that Noah was your favorite.

You often caught yourself admiring the pictures you took of him, his perfect angelical features in contrast with his tattoo covered skin, the way his eyes would catch the lens like he was staring right into your soul through the camera separating you.

But that was all coming to an end tonight.

They’d just played their last concert of the tour and you’d all agreed to make a small (kind of) party to celebrate it at the boys’ place.

You felt bittersweet towards the event. You were happy to be partying with them and being able to enjoy the moment without the concern of taking the perfect pictures. But on the other hand, you were sad you wouldn’t be seeing the band daily anymore and you’d miss them because you’d gotten attached to them and to their jokes, and also (and obviously) because you wouldn’t be seeing Noah anymore.

Your flight home for the morning after the party was already booked and you’d already checked in to save you some time.

So you sighed when you walked inside the big house in front of you. You, like always, held your confident and unwavering poise before everyone, but deep down you were uneasy. Was this the last time you’d be seeing him? In how long? Or ever?

You couldn’t hear the sounds of your heels clicking on the wooden floor because at each step you got closer to the party where loud music was blasting and you soon found the small crowd of people in the main living room already having their own fun.

You felt an arm hooking on yours and suddenly Folio was pulling you through the people towards the rest of the band and you couldn’t help but to smile at the unexpected gesture.

Your heart raced and your cheeks burned as you got closer to Noah, who’d been watching you from the moment you arrived, but you played it cool like always as you got to them and Ruffilo immediately put a bottle of beer in your hand.

Noah couldn’t take his eyes off you. 

You didn’t know that, but he also had a strong crush on you and all of the band knew it. He always told them it was just a small crush and they should ignore it just as he did (or tried), because he wanted to keep it professional between you two.

But when you got to his sight and he saw you wearing that black leather crop top, with thin straps on your shoulders, just a zipper on the front imprisoning your breasts and highlighting your cleavage, along with a high-waisted skinny black skirt molding your curves and, mainly, your ass, bare toned legs on display and black boots on your feet, he was done.

You’d spent the last months practically living together in tour buses and stuff, but you always wore larger, baggy dark clothes that’d cover your body and blend you with the rest of the crew, so how well you looked caught not only Noah’s attention, but everyone else’s, the difference tonight was the fact that Noah just wouldn’t stop staring.

You felt confident, you knew you looked hot and secretly you’d chosen your clothes just for him, to impress him, to catch his attention. And your mission was successfully accomplished.

“Hey pretty” Noah reached his right arm out and pulled you to him in a side hug before kissing the top of your head.

“Hey handsome”

That exchange wasn’t new for you, it was like that every time you met, but this time, the way his lips lingered longer in your forehead as you inhaled his scent deeply got you very aware that something was different tonight. Was it because you were parting ways?

When he let you go he searched for the flustered expression you always had in your face when he did that, but sensed some apprehension instead, despite the grin forming on your lips.

Another thing you didn’t know is that Noah learned over time how to read you and he loved how cute you looked every time he got a shy smile out of your lips.

He loved how flustered you got when he gave the camera the looks he knew got you weak on your knees, because every time he did that, he saw how you unwittingly licked your lips as you checked out the pictures you’d just taken. And no, you didn’t have that same reaction over the pictures you took from the rest of the band, no matter how incredible they were.

“Gonna miss me now that the tour is over?” You teased him, taking a sip from your beer.

“Miss you? Why? We’re not going anywhere” Confusion splattered across Noah’s face as he had his full attention on you.

“You remember I live on the other side of the world right?”

His jaw visibly tensed when he finally processed the information you just brought him.

“Fuck…” Noah was frustrated “But you’re still coming for the barbecue tomorrow, right?” 

“Uh… Nope… My flight leaves early in the morning actually…” You felt guilty as the words came from your lips, the intensity of his glare over you stealing your breath as Noah looked like he’d just been stabbed.

“No, you can’t do that… Are you saying this is our last night with you until God knows when?”

He took a big gulp of his own beer, his knuckles white due to the hard grip on the bottle and on the counter behind him, until he sighed in defeat.

“Come on, it’s not like we’re never seeing each other again” You nudged him trying to cheer him up “All you gotta do is hire me as your photographer again” You winked at him and took another swing of your beer, but you didn’t miss the way he watched your lips wrapping around the bottle.

“You say it like we’ve fired you, but you forget you won’t get rid of us, and especially me that easy”

“Like I’d want to get rid of you” You rolled your eyes.

“You could’ve waited a little longer to go home though, are you that tired of looking at my face?” He teased, the smirk on his lips making you weak on your knees.

“Tired of looking at a catch like that? Never”

“You think I’m a catch? Good to know” The way his eyes burned as he looked at you up and down again raised goosebumps on your skin.

“You’re insufferable” 

“And you’re a terrible liar” He grabbed your hand “Now come on let’s have some fun”

The rest of the band along with other guests had gathered around the sofas in the middle of the room, all of them paying attention to Jolly, who was explaining the rules of the drinking game he’d just invented.

After a few drinks, beers and shots in, you along with anyone else got loose and the games that were tame at first got wilder as the night went on.

“Truth or dare, come on, never gets old and I’m dying for some revelations tonight” Folio spun an empty bottle in the center of the coffee table in front of them “bottom asks, top answers”

The bottle finally stopped spinning and you had the first round: Rufillo to Jolly.

Jolly chose dare and Rufillo made him drink 5 seconds of tequila.

Another spin. Folio to you.

“Come on honey, truth or dare?” He made the question with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Truth”

“Let’s heat things up a bit then: of the people in this room, who would you make out with?”

Your cheeks burned red with his question as all eyes were on you and the room went silent waiting for your answer. Yet you weren’t shy, the alcohol in your system had you bold at that point.

“Noah” 

“Yet you always deny he’s your favorite” Folio pretended to be offended.

You winked at Noah, who was sitting by your side, eyes narrowed in you as he raked them over you, visibly satisfied by your answer.

A few more rounds went by until the bottle landed on Noah.

“Truth or dare, buddy?” Folio had evil intentions in his eyes again and of course Noah wasn’t going to be spared.

“Dare”

“I dare you to take a body shot on the person you find the hottest in this room”

Noah left his place by your side as the boys brought him salt, a piece of lime and a shot of tequila. When he got up you felt your heart sinking in your chest with the realization he might choose another girl, but when he knelt in front of you, you lost your breath.

Noah rested his tattooed hands on your knees, uncrossed your legs and pulled you towards him, to the edge of the couch, the way he manhandled you catching you off guard as he was now between your legs and your skirt rose higher, getting dangerously shorter.

Heat pooled in your panties as you watched him lean you backwards and prepare you for the body shot. He placed the small glass of tequila in your cleavage, poured salt on your neck and the piece of lime between your lips.

“May I?” He splayed his hands on your thighs as the smug on his lips grew wider.

Since your lips were occupied by the piece of lime, you only nodded, watching him lick his lips as he leaned closer towards your neck. 

Noah took his time on licking the salt off your neck, swirling his tongue and kissing your skin in the process, then made his way down to your chest where his nose brushed against the valley of your breasts as he wrapped his lips around the shot glass to down it, and for last came up for the lime on your lips, his own ghosting over yours as he took it with his teeth, eyes locked on yours as he teased you in front of everyone, fingers sinking on your thighs as he seemed to be holding himself back.

Rufillo cleared his throat loudly and Noah quickly stood on his feet.

“Fuck I’m dizzy” Was all you could muster as you got up as well all flustered, pulling your skirt down as you headed for the kitchen for some water.

You were so aroused you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Your core ached between your legs as you pressed them together hoping for some friction. You chugged down a glass of cold water in a vain attempt to ease your nerves, but it wasn’t water you were thirsty for.

The feel of his tongue and lips on your neck still lingered, tingling, and you wondered what he would do to you if you weren’t surrounded by people.

“Thirsty?” Noah materialized behind you, practically caging you, but also keeping some distance.

His eyes were darker than usual, burning holes in yours as he waited for your answer, and you both knew very well that “water” wasn’t the subject, and since this was your last night with them, with him, you weren’t running away anymore.

“Been the whole tour” You fired back at him and he took a step closer.

“Same on my part” He cupped your cheek with one of his hands, his fingers entangling with the hair on your nape while his thumb traced your lips “It’s a shame we waited this long… If you only knew all the ways I’ve had you in my mind…”

His husky voice sent your shivers straight to your pussy at his confession, and you wanted nothing but to have at least a sneak peak of what he’d had in his head. If only he could know what’s been to yours as well.

“Well now I can’t seem to understand why are you taking so long to show me?”

“Is there someone in a hurry?”

“Since I have a flight in the morning…” His hand slid down to your neck, choking you.

“And who says you’re getting into that plane tomorrow?” You couldn’t help but to moan when he tightened his hand around your neck just enough to make you melt into his grip “Let’s get out of here”

He let go of your neck and grabbed your hand, guiding you upstairs towards his bedroom. You stood in the middle of his room waiting for his next step as he locked the door behind him, the predatory gaze sending shivers down your spine as he checked you out once again.

“You are so fucking beautiful”

You couldn’t help but to blush at his confession as he stood in front of you, both hands cupping your face, admiring your delicate features.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day I laid my eyes on you” He licked his lips, his eyes shifting from your lips to your eyes.

“Fucking kiss me, Noah”

“Thought you’d never ask”

He crashed his lips against yours and you felt your body going limp in his arms as he deepened the kiss. You let your fingers trail their way through his dark soft hair as his tongue explored yours, devouring you. He kissed you passionately and his hands roamed free over your body, you nibbled his lower lip and he pulled your hips closer, making sure you’d feel how hard he already was, pressing against your belly.

“If you don’t tell me to stop now, I won’t” He gasped, his restraint holding on by a thread.

“Who says I want you to stop?” Your hands slid down his chest to the hem of his shirt “I want your everything” You pulled his shirt upwards and he took the cue to help you take it off.

Your fingertips traced the tattoos on his body in admiration, every inch of him pure perfection in your eyes.

He kissed you again and guided you backwards to his bed, making your body collapse on it just as you felt your calves hitting its edge. Noah hovered over you, the thin chain around his neck dangling over you, almost touching your face as his hand ran up the side of your body from your outer thigh.

When he reached your ribcage, his fingers changed their path to the middle of your chest, to the zipper of your crop top, and you held your breath as he opened it slowly, eyes trained on you as the leather piece slowly slid off your breasts revealing them to him, nipples hard and sensitive on his full disposal.

“Fucking amazing”

Your lips met once more as he splayed one of his hands on one of your boobs, fondling it and pitching your nipple between his tattooed fingers. His body stood between your legs and you whimpered when he rubbed his clothed manhood against your aching center, covered only by helplessly damp lace panties.

His lips trailed kisses down your jaw towards your neck, where he now, very aware of your sensitivity in that area, covered your skin in with kisses and angry love-bites, clearly intending on marking you as his.

Your manicured nails ran up his back as his lips now peppered kisses down your clavicles to your chest, his mouth immediately latching on one of your breasts, suckling and nibbling your nipple, to then soothe the small sting with the softness of his tongue before switching his attention to the other.

You arched your back, legs spreading wider apart as you surrender yourself completely to his mercy, small cries of pleasure escaping your lips as you watched him, mouth and hands full of your boobs, the ache between your legs almost unbearable as you desperately needed him there, filling you.

“Noah please…” You pleaded as your legs tried to pull his hips to grind against you with no avail.

His voice was raw, deep and filled with lust: “Please what?” 

He teased, lips now traveling lower on your body, stopping only to give him enough room to take both your skirt and panties at once, throwing it randomly in his room.

“I need you to tell me what you want babe” He nibbled the skin right below your navel, and the realization of how close he was to your intimacy sent stronger shivers over your body as he kissed your inner thighs “Fuck you’re dripping”

“I need you inside me, please” You whined as his lips got closer to your hot center, his eyes admiring how glistening wet you already were for him before he blew his breath on you, making you quiver at the sensitivity.

“I will princess, but I need to taste you first”

Noah spread your legs wider apart and his tongue ran flat over your pussy, collecting and tasting all the arousal he could get, moaning against you as he finally got to taste you. His skilled tongue on your clit got you seeing stars in seconds as he worked on building your orgasm, and you prayed the music downstairs was loud enough to keep the rest of the party from hearing you, because you just couldn’t hold yourself back.

“You taste so fucking good”

Noah ate you like a starved man, feasting on you, taking pleasure in watching the sexed expressions on your face and how you helplessly writhed below him. He added a finger inside you as he kept working on you with his mouth, his long finger immediately finding the magic spongy spot inside you that made your legs shake around his neck as the pleasure knot forming on your lower belly threatened to explode violently at any second.

You tried to hold it back for as long as you could, but when he combined the work on your clit with his tongue along with a precise flick of his wrist, he forced the orgasm out of you in strong white hot waves of ecstasy, making you lose your senses for a few seconds as he rode your high.

Yet Noah didn’t stop.

Still eating you, he held you firmly and flipped you both on the bed, making you sit on his face. Your faltering legs threatened your balance, but his firm grip kept you up straight. 

You looked below you and the scene alone almost made you cum again. The pussy-drunk look on his face, the disheveled hair, the way half of his face was covered in your slick, dark eyes glossy as he looked up meeting yours as he kept lapping, sucking, overstimulating you on purpose.

“Oh my fuck N-Noah…” 

“Fuck my face babe” 

He growled against you, fingers sinking on your ass cheeks as you, still shaky, followed his command and started to roll your hips back and forth, allowing you to control the pace, the pressure, and to use his face on your own will.

You felt your climax blossoming inside you again as he kept devouring you, drinking in every drop he could take from you, his nose rubbing against your clit while he fucked you with his tongue. 

“Oh fuck… Noah…” Your orgasm bubbled up inside you again, but you were not ready for it yet, you were sure you’d collapse on top of him if he gave you another one in such a short time.

As if reading your thoughts Noah stopped, keeping you from falling apart so soon, but on the other hand edging you as you were so close to jumping off that cliff again.

You got off of his face and moved down his body to remove his pants and underwear, hurried, dying to feel him. He propped himself on his elbows and watched you undress him with shaky hands, the fucked out expression on your face making him want more of you.

Your jaw dropped when his cock sprung free, rock hard against his belly, head glistening with precum, the size and thickness doing justice to his height, and your throat went dry to the thinking of how he would feel inside you, stretching you.

“It’s all yours” He grinned, watching you admire him.

You straddled and pulled him up to kiss you and your taste still lingered on his tongue. His arms wrapped around your back and waist bringing you closer, and you took the cue to rock yourself against his shaft, coating it with your arousal, mixing it with his precum, the friction making him groan against your lips.

You pulled his hair, tilting his head back exposing his neck, and attacked it with your lips and tongue, all while you now teased the head of his cock with your opening, pretending you’d finally let him in, threatening to finally join your bodies, but skipping it every time, his digits digging on your flesh with his impatiency.

“You’re gonna make me beg for it now?” He peppered kisses on your chest and collarbone.

“You tell me… You want it that bad?” You whispered in his ear and nibbled on his earlobe.

That’s until he took control over you again and held your hips in place, lining himself with your entrance, all while he pulled you by your hair with his free hand, pulling you away from his neck, making you look at him, eyes so dark with lust and oozing such a primal desire you felt like prey.

“I do” 

He caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“Now eyes on me” 

He instructed and you immediately obeyed. With one of his hands still on the back of your head and the other on your hip, the tip of his cock met your pussy and Noah pressed you down on him, merging your bodies slowly. His name came out of your lips in such a sinful pitch that made him throb inside you, the vision and the feeling of you, flesh and bone, being endlessly better than he could’ve ever imagined.

Your arms snaked around his neck as he bottomed you out, you felt so full and stretched, your whole body was on fire, ignited with desire, and when you got used to his size you started to move on top of him, slowly increasing your pace as you rode him, stealing grunts of pleasure out of him every time you intentionally clenched around him and fucked him harder, your skin slapping against his as his fingers dug into your thighs.

He was so lost in his own moment he didn’t know if he should look at where your bodies merged, at your boobs bouncing in front of his face or at your sex glazed eyes. His lips captured yours once again as you rocked your hips back and forth, that very specific motion almost making you both snap.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum” 

He whined and rolled you both, laying you on the bed as he got on top of you, switching positions so he could last longer, to feel you longer, to fuck you longer. He pushed himself inside of you again and all at once, at the new depth he reached with that position turned you into a moaning mess as he now set his own pace, but making sure that with every thrust he stimulated that very spot he found earlier inside you.

“Noah oh my…” 

You couldn’t finish your sentence as that postponed orgasm emerged again like a tsunami, washing away all of your senses as it bursted from inside out, hard, making your pussy clench desperately around him as he rode your high, taking every bit of his restraint to ride you through it without unloading inside you, cock throbbing in need, and just as he felt your body becoming jelly under his he pulled out of you, cumming on your belly in long hot spurts as he stilled over you, cheeks red and eyes rolled back.

He glued his forehead on yours, breathing still heavy as he came back from his own high, admiring how impossibly beautiful you looked at that very moment.

“There’s no fucking way I’m letting you into that plane tomorrow”

Good Girl Gone Bad (Javier Peña x Reader)

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

Word count: 4.3K

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

When you see this “-0-”, I recommend you to put “Ride or Die, Pt. 2” by Sevdaliza, Villano Antillano and Tokischa for ambiance purpose!!!

Please let me know if you enjoyed it, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated and also encourage me to keep writing (if you like my writing ofc 😅)

Enough said: Enjoy your reading!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck this shit”

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

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

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

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

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

It was perfect for what Javier needed at that moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Charming enough to buy you a drink?”

“I like shots better”

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

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

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

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

“Are you upset about that, cariño?”

He faked a pout.

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

“Is that so? Mind telling me why?”

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

“Then teach me how to play them”

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

Javier was both amused and tempted.

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

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

“Do you dance, Mr. Peña?”

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

“I’ll take my chances”

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

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

“Come on”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ride me, bonita, I’m yours”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Blue Jeans (Javier Peña x Reader)

“I’m leaving, Javi”

It was all you said when he picked up the phone. You didn’t give him the chance to say anything, you hung up and felt two warm tears roll down your cheeks as you admired the city view for the last time from the bedroom’s balcony.

Drying your tears, you finished packing your suitcase, not bothering with how crumpled your clothes would look like when you unpacked, just wanting to get everything over with before you lost your strength to leave him once and for all.

You still remember the night you met him, how your whole body shivered when your eyes connected to his while he smoked one of his cigarettes, checking you out shamelessly as you looked terribly hot for a night out with your friends.

And from that day on, you just couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You just got terribly addicted to how his lips kissed yours, how he pulled your hair making you look at your sexed faces in his bathroom’s mirror while he drove you to oblivion, how his hips moved to meet yours when you were riding him, how he filled you completely giving you the best orgasms you could ever dream of, how his big, rough fingers sank on the sensitive flesh on your hips.

But that’s the only aspect of your relationship that actually worked.

When you were together, if you were not devouring each other, you were fighting each other. Heated fights and arguments, insulting each other with words that couldn’t be taken back, breaking your heart and his.

It was no mystery to you, Javier, and the people around you, that you were a disaster as a couple, the definition of toxic, and yet, you just couldn’t give an end to it. You couldn’t leave him and he couldn’t leave you. Despite everything, you loved each other deeply, intensely, and it wasn't just because of the amazing sex.

For some reason you didn’t work. Maybe in another life you could meet each other again and make it work in a healthy way, but you were just so deep in all the shit you’ve been through you just couldn’t fix it anymore, it was eating you alive.

And after another night of heated fights you decided to finally grab your stuff from his house and leave him, leave the city, leave Colombia. Everything there reminded you of him, and you knew you couldn’t bear to live without him having to be reminded 24/7 by everything around you how happy (and miserable) you were with him.

The beautiful sunsets you watched together, the bars and clubs you used to go on wild nights out with him, the dark alleys he used to take you to after one of those nights because he wanted you so bad he couldn’t wait a few blocks walk to his place.

You felt a lump forming on your throat as you zipped your suitcase with trembling fingers, tears falling heavily now with the realization that it was really the end of the road for the two of you.

“Don’t do this to me, nena”

Your whole body froze as you heard his low voice behind you. You turned to look at him, only to meet a pair of defeated and tired brown eyes, hands on his hips, eyes darting from you to your suitcase and back.

He couldn’t let you go. Not when you were the only moments of happiness among all the traumatizing events he had to live everyday on his job. You were his love, his favorite, his warm safe place, his motivation to survive and go home at one piece everyday. Yes, he was well aware about the train wreck you two were, but he would rather live a daily train wreck than live with no train at all in his life.

“Bonita, please” He closed the space between you, cupping your cheeks with his big hands, his fingers drying the tears away as his desperate eyes connected with yours.

“We can’t do this anymore, Javi” You tried in vain to swallow the lump in your throat “We’re too intense and too toxic to work”

The mixture of longing, hurt and despair in his brown eyes felt like you’d been stabbed on the stomach. It hurt you to see how much you were hurting him.

“Do you love me?” His question came out softly in a whisper.

“I love you so much it hurts… The moment I laid my eyes on you I knew you were the love of my life, Javier”

“You’re the love of my life too, mi amor” He brought your lips to meet his in a soft kiss “Don’t do this to us, don’t leave me, please” He pleaded softly, whispering against your lips “We’ll fix this, I promise”

“Javi…” You tried to protest, but you knew you couldn’t leave him, you couldn’t live anywhere else if you left your heart in Colombia with the most charming and handsome agent who had stolen your heart and rocked your world from day one.

“Listen to me, you’ll unpack your things, we’re gonna talk about how we’re working on fixing our issues, we’ll probably argue at some point but I don’t care and we’ll finish up our night with the most amazing make up sex we’ve ever dreamed of, you hear me?” The demanding tone on his voice sparkled something you knew all too well in your core. You loved when he was bossy and suddenly you forgot you were just having a moment.

“Yes”

“Good” He took a step back to give you some space to unpack. But you stopped him, keeping him in place by the dark tie he was wearing, making him look incredibly hotter than usual. Fucking irresistable.

“How about we skip to the last part first?” Your fingers strummed up the tie, pulling it a little harder when you reached close to his neck, like you were holding him on a leash, Javier hissing with the unexpected move.

“Thirsty already?” He teased, his index finger traced your jaw until it reached under your chin, where he pushed up slightly, shortening the distance between your lips, but never connecting them.

“For you? Siempre”

Without breaking eye contact with him, you started to unbutton his shirt in a slowly tantalizing way, your fingers brushing ever so lightly on his chest and abdomen, watching the hunger and the urgency grow in his brown orbs.

Once you were done with the buttons, you kept the tie on his neck as you slid the white shirt off his broad shoulders and down his arms, reveling in the sight in front of you, his muscles well defined under that perfectly soft and sun kissed skin.

Javier kept perfectly still, watching you as he let you explore and cherish his body at your own will, shivering under your fingertips as they traced their way down his belt, while your tongue now licked its way up his neck from his collarbone, sucking the skin right under his earlobe.

Your hands slipped past his leather belt and palmed the thick, hard erection strained by his dark blue pants, making him jerk in your hands searching for more stimulation.

“Shhh… I’ll decide when to touch it, okay?” You whispered against his neck, but he chuckled devilishly in response.

“You know that in just a few I’ll make you regret the teasing, don’t you?”

“So the more I tease the more you’ll punish me?” You asked, looking him in the eye as you squeezed his length in defiance.

“You’re walking on thin ice here, bonita…” He snarled as you unbuckled his belt and trailed wet kisses down his chest and abs, your teeth scraping on the sensitive skin below his navel, your fingers hooking on the hemline of his pants and underwear as you got on your knees and looked him deeply in the eye.

You pulled down his underwear along with his pants, his dick springing free in its full glory in front you, your mouth watering at the sight.

You held his manhood with your dominant hand lifting it slightly upwards as you licked a straight line, tong flattened, from the base of his shaft to the tip, swirling lazily your tongue around it, the tip of your tongue playing in the sensitive spot right below the tip, making him hiss and thrust his hips, the tantalizing stimulation driving him insane.

Taking him in your mouth, you bobbed your head still agonizingly slowly, taking him deeper at each bob, sucking him, the friction caused by the suction of your cheeks causing him to grit his teeth and throw his head back in a failed attempt to keep the beautiful sound of a moan to come out of his mouth, only to turn it into a grunt that encouraged you to keep on doing your own teasing.

Straining against your gag reflex you took him deeper into your throat, your nose now touching his pubic area as he now watched you again, eyes dark with lust as you managed to fit all his length.

“You look so pretty with your lips around my dick” He ran his fingers between your hair, until he came to a stop in your nape, where he tangled his fingers in the hair in the back of your head and kept you in place, making you choke on his manhood, the sound of your choking throat sending strong electric waves through his body.

Javier pulled your head back slowly, watching his dick slide out of your mouth, all slick and wet, two thin strings of saliva still connecting your lips to his head as he was now completely out of you.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful” He admired your face as his thumb traced your swollen lips also slick with saliva. You were still kneeled before him, like a slave before their master, your eyes glimmering at the sight of him, his hard manhood, his perfectly chiseled body, damp strands sticking on the sweat on his forehead.

“Now get up and take your clothes off” He commanded, his voice leaving no room for sassiness.

He stepped out of his underwear and pants and loosened his tie as you turned your back to him and let the straps of your dress slide down your arms, then proceeded to bend forwards as you shimmied in a seductive way to take off the rest of the dress along with your underwear.

You looked back at him over your shoulders, taking a last step closer to the bed while he walked towards you slowly, a devilish grin on his lips as he toyed with the tie in his hands.

You turned back and kept your head straight ahead as you positioned your hands behind your back thinking he was about to tie you.

However, Javier had other plans.

Ignoring the hands you’d offered him with a low chuckle, Javier passed his arms over your head and put the tie over your lips.

“Open your mouth”

You did as he instructed and he proceeded to gag you with the tie, tying it in the back of your head. The saliva that came through your inner cheeks and tongue instantly wetting the fabric between your teeth.

“Turn” He commanded once again, you obeyed immediately, meeting the smirk on his face, satisfied with the work he’d done gagging you “Good girl… Now get on the bed”

You heard the clinking sound of his belt’s buckle as you climbed and layed on the bed, your back resting on the pile of white pillows by the wooden headboard, your eyes trained on him, curious to see what he would do with the belt on his hands.

Javier took both your wrists and brought them towards the headboard, fastening them together with one of the wooden poles on the headboard with the belt, its leather lightly biting on the thin skin of your wrists.

Gagged and tied up. The realization got you even more aroused than you were before, making you squeeze your thighs against each other in a vain attempt to feel the slightest relief on your needy core.

“No no” He held you by one of your calves, stopping your useless movements “You’ll be given pleasure only when I decide to, you understand?”

Since you couldn’t speak, all you did was nod in agreement as he got on the bed hovering over you. Javier caressed your cheeks lovingly as your eyes connected once again, making you feel hypnotized by the intensity in his dark orbs.

His lips met the sensitive skin of your neck with love bites and tickles from his mustache, leaving light bruises from under your earlobe to your clavicles, while his hands ran up and down your body, splitting your legs open but never touching where you wanted him the most, now fully positioning his body over yours.

He grind his hips against yours, creating a delicious friction on your core while he coated his cock in your arousal, making sure he’d tease you with each grind, the head of his shaft smearing your clit and our entrance, but never giving you what you craved for, which was his dick deep inside of you.

You thrust your hip, trying to angle it in a position in which he’d finally penetrate you, but well aware of your intent Javier bit your collarbone and held your hips down with just one of his hands.

“What did I just say, bonita?”

Your complaint sounded like a muffled whine with the tie between your teeth. You wanted him so badly.

He soothed the angry bite mark on your collarbone with his tongue, then trailed his kisses down the valley of your breasts. He scraped his teeth on one of your nipples earning a yelp of pleasure out of your gagged mouth, the sound encouraging him to revel in your breasts, nipping, licking, sucking, squeezing them in his hands.

You writhed under his work on your boobs, trying in vain to get free from his makeshift shackles, the sound of the buckle against the wooden pole shrieking loud, the skin of your wrists getting angrier due to the friction against the leather, and yet you didn’t care, every detail got you even more riled up as you arched your back, offering more of your already very exposed and explored chest.

Javier loved to see you like that, whining in pleasure, writhing under him, eyes closed shut as he watched you try uselessly to get more of him, to get the release you wanted so desperately.

His right hand traveled down your body, feeling every inch of soft skin from your waist to your calves, making sure to sink his digits into your thighs and ass in the process as he now nipped his way down your torso towards your heated center, his hands spreading your legs further apart, exposing the wet mess you’ve become, the slick already dripping on the white blanket underneath you.

“So wet you’re gonna make me drown, babe”

He spoke, his lips just inches away from your pussy, his hot breath against your core causing you to stir once again.

“I have one last thing to say before I start…” Javier brushed his index and middle fingers on your slit, collecting your juices around them “You won’t cum until I say so, si?”

He drew circles on your clit with his fingers, white hot pleasure running through your veins at the stimulation, your eyes rolled back as the knot on your lower stomach threatened to snap already.

“Won’t answer me?” He added pressure on his movements, forcing a reaction from you.

All you could do was let out a strangled moan since you couldn’t speak, but you both knew very well how hard it would be for you to follow that specific order. Javier loved to put you on edge, he was a master at doing so, and was already doing that.

“Good”

He withdrew his fingers and blew against your pussy, the hot air sending goosebumps through your body, and before you could recover from that, he ran his flat tongue over your intimacy, from your opening to your clit, swirling it with the tip of his tongue and then sucking it between his lips.

You struggled with the belt around your wrists, desperate to get free and to hold onto something, especially his soft hair as he reveled in your pussy, eating you out as a starved animal.

Javier put both your legs over his shoulders, pressing your hips down on the mattress to hold you in place and keep you from struggling.

“Tranquila, tranquila” He purred, his left hand now resting on your lower belly as his right one held your thigh.

He intensified his work on your pussy, his mustache tickling your clit as he tongue-fucked you, making the knot on your stomach barely impossible to keep from bursting.

Your toes curled and a loud whine left your lips as you bit the tie, trying to hold back your orgasm from snapping for as long as you could, but the final flick of his tongue on your clit made you melt on his mouth, your legs quivering over his shoulder as you felt those white hot electric waves of pleasure blind you.

And despite the order not to cum before he allowed you to, he kept drinking and eating out your high.

“Fuck baby, what did I tell you?” His voice was husky with lust as he licked your cum from his mustache.

Javier put his middle finger inside you, his digit immediately finding the squishy spot of pleasure that almost got you seeing stars again.

He added a second finger and started to thrust them in a “come here” motion, never neglecting the spongy spot, all while his thumb drew small circles on your clit.

You were still sensitive from your high and now, with the extra and new stimulation in such a short time, you were sure you’d die.

You were so numb and drunk on his work on you, you didn’t realize that he’d hovered over you again, one of his hands working on untying and taking the gag from your mouth while the other still worked on your pussy, and you could feel the knot on your stomach growing fast again.

“Javi!”

Was the first thing you screamed when he took the tie from your lips, the sound earning a low grunt from him as he now kissed your lips passionately.

You tasted yourself as your tongues swirled in an erotic dance, one of your hands tangled in his hair as the other slid down his body to palm his rock hard cock, spreading the precum leaking on his head over his length, making him moan against your lips and thrust into your hand.

The hand that was on your pussy held your wrist, keeping you from pumping him and put it over your head on the pillow as he positioned his body between your legs, the tip of his manhood now lining with your opening.

“Te amo tanto, no me dejes jamás…” He caressed your cheeks looking deep into your eyes, his lips brushing lightly over yours.

“También te amo…” Your confession was cut by the deep moan that came from your lips as he sunk his cock in you slowly, but deeply, filling you and stretching your walls completely as you rolled your eyes and sank your painted nails on his broad shoulders “Javi!”

Javier’s thrusts were hard and deep and rough, your nails clawed their way down his back as you became a moaning mess underneath him and one of his hands held you by the side of your neck to keep the eye contact between the two of you.

The knot on your lower stomach threatened to explode again and he didn’t miss the signs of your body, your back arching, the way you held onto him like your life depended on it, and mainly: the way your walls were squeezing around him, making it hard for himself to hold back. But he didn’t want it to be over just yet, he wanted more, more of you.

So he pulled himself out of you and manhandled you putting you on fours, giving you no time to adjust to the new position as he penetrated you again, sinking his fingers on your ass cheeks holding you in place as he pounded in and out of you, the position allowing him to go impossibly deeper at each thrust.

He slowed the rhythm of his thrusts as he leaned over you, trailing kisses from your back to your shoulders, his right hand sliding from your ass, then across your back towards your nape, to then tangle and lock his fingers in your hair, pulling you back harshly, getting you on your knees just like him, your back pressed against his chest and abs.

Javier increased the intensity of is thrusts again, holding you in place with one hand on your breasts and the other on your neck, forcing you to turn your face to the side so he could kiss you while he fucked you.

“Javi-” You called him, your voice coming out sluttier than you intended as you were terribly close to cumming once again, earning you a bite on your shoulder “Javi I’m…”

“No, not yet!” He pulled out of you again, leaving you on the edge of the abyss of your climax, torturing you, making you whine in frustration “I wanna see it”

He sat on the bed and brought you to his lap, kissing your lips lovingly as you straddled him and rocked your hips back and forth over his shaft teasing both of you like you weren’t to the point of collapsing already.

You snaked your arms around his neck as he held you by your hips and sank you on his cock, strangled moans coming from both of you as you rolled your hips against his, his dick rubbing against all the perfect spots inside you, making you clench around him as you sped up your pace since you were about to explode for a long while now and also that he was holding himself back for long enough.

Feeling your thighs start to tremble, Javier snaked an arm around your back and helped you keep your rhythm, also thrusting his hips upwards to meet yours, gathering all of his self control to wait for you to cum first, he wanted to watch you melt in his arms again and revel in every millisecond of it.

“Come on baby, cum for me…” His plea was more than enough to make the knot on your stomach snap, blinding you in one of the strongest climaxes you’d ever had, your body instantly feeling like jelly under his firm grip, keeping you from collapsing on the bed.

Watching you unravel like that on his dick, the way his name came out of your mouth over and over as your pussy clenched hard around him made him cum hard inside you as you still rode your high, the feeling of his on orgasm just seconds after making yours last longer as you felt him twitching and spilling inside you.

Javier took care of laying your weary body on the bed softly as he pulled himself out of you and laid by your side, cuddling you in his arms as both of you tried to catch your breaths.

“Fuck, Javi…”

“What?” He asked curiously at your amused face, grabbing a cigarette and a lighter from the nightstand next to him. You stared at him, drinking in his beautiful features and all the details you loved about him as he lit up his cigar.

“Nothing, just love you”

Temptation - Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have you ever played pool?”

“Once or twice maybe”

“Okay, come here”

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

“Are you right or left-handed?”

“Right-handed”

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

“Like this?”

“Almost, let me help you”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Focus on the road’

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

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

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

I wanted her.

I needed her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I would never”

She gave me one last kiss and left the car.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Too d-deep” She moaned.

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

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

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

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

“So let’s take a closer look”

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

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

The adrenaline of the forbidden.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay babe, call me if you need anything”

“Sure, thanks dad”

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

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

“Cum inside me, Till!”

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

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

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

Temptation - Part 1

Till’s POV

I took a large gulp of my whiskey as a beautiful stripper went down the main pole with her legs wide open to the sound of Marilyn Manson’s “Tainted Love” right in front of me. The purple stage lights highlighted her toned curves and her outfit: a white latex swimsuit with a large V cleavage that ended at her belly button and white cutout high heels. She was hot, really hot, probably one of the hottest girls I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen a lot. The way she glanced at the men watching her while she danced - me included -, her eyes full of devilish intentions, the way she sucked in her bottom lip and ran her hands over her body in a provocative way, that girl knew exactly what she was doing, a pure seduction machine. Of course I was there to see half-naked women, but I wasn’t expecting to get so hard and so infatuated by this new woman. She was just a stripper for god’s sake.

Sadly her performance soon came to an end. Following her with my eyes, I watched her boss call and lead her to the VIP session where another man was having the pleasure of watching her dance just for him and I wish I was that lucky man.

I drank the last of my whiskey, pushed her away from my thoughts and went home. I can’t believe I was getting jealous over a stripper, all I needed to do was to get back to that same stripclub another time if I wanted to watch her again.

A couple of days went by and my best friend Robert called me over to his house for some drinks, his daughter he hadn’t seen in a long time was finally visiting him. She lived in another country with her mother and he always had to visit her, but now she was finally here and he couldn’t be happier and seeing my friend happy made me happy as well.

“Good evening, Till!” Robert greeted me enthusiastically with a hug.

“Good evening, my friend, I guess it’s not necessary to ask how are you doing right?” We both giggled as we stepped inside his house.

“My baby is home, nothing can make me sad!” He led us to his living room and I sat on the brown leather armchair by the rock fireplace as he poured us his favorite expensive Scotch.

“And how are things going with your daughter?”

“Great! She’s now in college and she’s grown into a beautiful woman, it makes me nervous to think that men might be chasing after her already”

“Already? How old is she?”

“21”

I laughed.

“Please, buddy, 21? It’s about time for men to chase after her isn’t it?”

“Yeah I know, but she’s my baby forever, I can’t bear thinking about this stuff”

“You gotta a point there that’s why I won’t judge you”

“I know you won’t” He replied as we heard some steps coming down his wooden stairs “Oh, Y/N! Come meet my best friend Till!” He leaned back towards the stairs on his armchair calling her.

“I’ll be right there, dad! I forgot my purse, just a minute!” She yelled from the second floor and soon we heard her coming down the stairs again.

Oh fuck.

I almost dropped my glass when I saw her. It was her. The hot stripper, right in front of me, and she’s my best friend’s daughter. Holy fuck.

She went straight to her dad to give him a quick hug before she acknowledged my presence and froze on her tracks. Her eyes widened as she probably had recognized me as one of her stripclub’s clients, her beautiful face silently begging me to keep her secret away from her father.

“Hey, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you” She finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence that lasted for only a couple of seconds, but felt like a whole hour in the room, while Robert was completely unaware of what was happening.

“Nice to meet you too, I’m Till” I took a large gulp of my scotch as she fixed the purse on her shoulder.

“Dad, I’m going out with some new friends I’ve made, okay? Don’t wait up” She said sweetly and he nodded.

“Have fun, love”

“Thanks dad” She already had her hand on the front door’s knob “Bye, Till”

She looked at me one last time, her eyes begging once again for me to keep her secret.

“Bye, Y/N”

For the rest of the night I couldn’t pay attention to a word Robert said. That couldn’t be happening, that couldn’t be his daughter, what a sad coincidence. As much as part of me felt like I should tell him about his daughter’s secret getaways, another told me to keep it to myself and I decided to stick with it. He loved her too much and would be thoroughly disappointed if he found out his little daughter was a vixen at night.

But I felt bad, bad for not being honest with him and even worse for lusting on his daughter. Fuck!

“Till?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I got carried away with some stuff I’ve gotta do tomorrow” Liar.

“Nevermind, are you coming to my birthday party at my Lake Walchensee house this weekend?”

“Of course I am”

“Perfect! I’ll text you the details later”

The next day couldn’t have gone by any slower than it did. I was completely unproductive and absolutely stressed by it. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Every woman I saw on the street I thought was her, I mean, I wish it was her. How could I be so obsessed with a stripper to the point I couldn’t focus on my job? And that stripper being my best friend's daughter! I shouldn’t be thinking about her at all, I never meant to cross that line.

Why was she a stripper? Robert was a wealthy man and I knew he sent her a good amount of money every month. And why did I have to go to that specific stripclub on that specific damn night? 

I needed to talk to her, I needed answers, I needed a way out of this obsession. And that’s how I found myself sitting in a private VIP room at that same stripclub later that night, waiting for her as patiently as I could. It was a small room, dimly lit by pink, purple and red lights that changed along to the beat of the songs being played. It had a black leather loveseat on the corner, a comfortable cushioned chair where I was sitting, a pole in the middle of the room and right in front of the chair and a floor to ceiling mirror behind the pole.

I was nervous, I shouldn’t be here. Not for the reason I was here.

The door on my right finally opened and there she was. Her delicious flowerish parfum invaded my senses as her taunting beauty came into my sight in a mouth watering dark red lace lingerie set with garters and red high heels on her feet. I was astonished and completely hard just by looking at her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked calmly yet a little alarmed as she rested her back against the door with her hands on the lock, ready to get out.

“You” Her eyes widened at my extremely honest answer “I think we need to talk” I said as laidback as I could.

“I’m listening” She locked the door and giggled as she swayed her hips and walked behind me, her fingertips running from one of my shoulders to the other as she circled me and took her place by the pole.

“Why are you here?” I asked, trying not to sound judgemental.

“For fun. I’m an exibicionist in case you haven’t noticed” She smiled seductively “But you don’t need to worry for him…” She started pole dancing for me in the sexiest and most provocative way possible to Arctic Monkeys’ “Do I Wanna Know”, the lyrics matching almost perfectly to my current situation as my eyes traveled down between her spread legs on the floor.

She arched her back and laid on the floor with her legs still open for me and her slender fingers slid over the thin fabric covering her pussy before she closed them slowly and back rolled, sensually landing on her heels on a squat as she ruffled her hair with her hands and jerked her hips forward like she was grinding with the air.

“I don’t get involved with clients” She got up circling the pole and stopped in front of me, her back turned to me as she slid her hands down the pole and bent over showing off her beautiful ass for me “I’m just a dancer, there’s no harm in dancing…”

She turned her body back to me and squatted down, getting on her knees, her eyes never breaking their contact with mine.

“Does he know his little girl is a stripper?” She chuckled at my question and spread my legs apart by my knees with a devilish grin.

Her eyes were on my painfully hard cock hidden by my dark jeans as she leaned in closer to me, her lips almost brushing my raging bulge as she made her way up my body and whispered on my ear:

“Does he know his best friend is paying for a private session with her?” 

I gulped at her comeback as she slowly ran her hands on my inner thighs getting dangerously close to where I wanted her to touch me the most. But just as her fingers brushed close to my crotch, she stopped.

“Does he know how hard his best friend is because of her?”

Chills ran down my spine as her lips brushed against my earlobe.

“Now keep in mind the rules, Till” She slid her fingertips along my jaw, lightly lifting my chin connecting your eyes again as our noses brushed “You can look, but you can’t touch”

She took her position behind me and slid her hands down my shoulders, caressing my arms as we looked at each other through the mirror in front of us. She slid her hands back up my arms and shoulder and then down my chest and abs lazily.

“But do you want me to touch you, Till?” She purred seductively and I flinched as her fingers reached my belt and caressed my thighs once again, skipping my painfully hard erection on purpose.

That girl was going to be the death of me.

She got back in front of me, wrapped her arms around my neck and straddled me, rolling her hips to grind against my cock making me gasp with the friction. She repeated the same motion but this time pulling me closer, bringing my face dangerously close to her breasts while both my hands gripped the chair trying not to touch her at my own will, she was the temptation in flesh and bone.

She got off of me, turned around and stood between my open legs, swaying her hips to the floor as she placed her hands on my thighs for extra support. She swayed her hips back up and hovered her ass right above my boner, moving it in circles before she grinded against me like she was riding me in a reverse cowgirl position.

“Fuck” 

It escaped my lips as I was dizzy with lust, my eyes were glued to the image of her ass rubbing against me and my mind was overwhelmed by all the sinful things I could do to her while she arched back to rest her head on my shoulder as she slid up and down between my legs.

“Time’s up”

A robotic voice echoed in the room and she immediately composed herself and walked nonchalantly to the exit door.

“I’ll see you at the Walchensee, Till” 

I let a huge sigh out of my lungs as I parked my car in front of Robert’s lake house. I could survive for two days around Y/N, couldn’t I? I mean, I have no intention of doing anything and I’m sure she’s not doing anything either because not only her father, but also her stepmom was there.

Everything was going to be just fine.

I took my stuff to their spare room on the second floor as everyone got all the details ready for the party. Robert was checking on the drinks and instructing the staff he hired, Heidi - his wife - was checking on the decorations and DJ set and Y/N was in the kitchen finishing up the cupcakes.

“Can someone help me please?” I heard Y/N calling from the kitchen as I went down the stairs.

“What do you need?” I answered her as I made my way to the kitchen, Robert nodding thankfully to me as he talked to the party staff in the living room.

“Could you please help me stack them up on these cupcake displays?” She asked as she finished frosting some chocolate cupcakes.

“Sure, how do you want it?”

“Chocolate and strawberry on this one and vanilla and pistachio on that one, thank you, Till” She smiled politely giving me a quick glance before returning to her task.

As she finished the cupcakes she watched me stack them up just how she ordered and she seemed happy with the final result.

“Here, try one” She brought a strawberry cupcake close to my lips and I took a bite of it as she watched my reaction apprehensively.

“Oh my God” I exclaimed. That cupcake was so fucking perfect.

“What?” She looked frightened at my reaction.

“This is so delicious!”

“Damn, Till! I thought they were terrible by the way you reacted!” She laughed and took a bite of the same cupcake, smearing the corner of her mouth with frosting.

Before I could think it through, my hand automatically cupped her jaw and I cleaned the frosting with my thumb. Being the devil she was, she locked her eyes with mine and captured by thumb with her soft lips, sucking it teasingly, her eyes challenging me as I forgot for a couple of seconds we were at her dad’s house and slid my hand down her neck, choking her, my unexpected move forcing a small whimper out of her lips.

“Are you sure you want to tease me here?” I asked as I let go of her neck.

“What can I say? I love the thrill…”

“We can’t do this, I can’t do this” I exhaled as I turned my back to her and grabbed a glass of water, desperately trying to think of anything else other than bending her over that kitchen island and fucking her right then and there.

“You know what they say, the stolen fruit is the sweetest” She stood by my side and slid her hand up my thigh, her fingers brushing against my hard cock intentionally.

“I’m going to hell for this…”

“We are going to hell, Till”

Sinful Revenge - Till Lindemann

Author’s note: This is a NSFW smut story, so you’ve been warned about what you’re going to find if you decide to read it!

This is a self insert story, so Y/N = Your Name

Have fun!

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What you never thought would ever happen to you, happened. You caught your boyfriend cheating on you with his secretary.

You went to his office to surprise him with the news about your promotion at your own job, to find him eating out that bitch on top of his table, right next to your picture-frame.

Thunderstruck by your unexpected discovery, you just cursed them and shut the door behind you, storming off his office and heading straight to your apartment. Thank god you had refused to move in with him a couple of months before or you’d have to face him later.

You were so angry and shocked, tears streamed down your face as you drove to your apartment to digest everything that had happened and to think about what you would do next.

You were upset and heartbroken, but at the same time you felt relieved for breaking up with him? You couldn’t explain it, but you just felt it. Maybe it was because you knew you had just gotten rid of a guy that would be unfaithful to you, maybe it was because you were free to do whatever pleased you again?

You parked your car in the garage and got inside the elevator as fast as you could just wanting to lock yourself away from the world and the humiliation you had just been through. Your cell phone buzzed incessantly with his calls but you refused to talk to him, there was nothing he could say to you to make things better or to make you feel better at the moment, what you saw with your own eyes had already told you everything you needed to know.

As you reached the 16th floor, the elevator’s doors dinged open revealing your neighbour locking his door, he lived right across the hall.

“Hello, neighbor”

His deep sultry voice took you out of your trance. He was a very handsome man, about 20 years older than you, tall, strong, black haired with piercing greenish-blue eyes, definitely one of the most alluring men you had laid eyes on in your whole life, one of god’s masterpieces for sure. He was very attractive and charming, he had a magnetism that made men want to be him and women desire him and he knew that. 

He was always a true gentleman towards you, but you knew by his eyes that there was something else there, like his thoughts when he looked at you didn’t match his gentlemanly behavior.

Despite his tantalizing looks and magnetism, you never considered the idea of giving into his charm and he also never made any advances since he knew you were already taken. 

You always loved and respected your boyfriend, but deep down you knew your body secretly craved for his touch, a different new touch.

“Afternoon, Mr. Lindemann” You greeted with your eyes on the ground so he couldn’t see your swollen crying face.

“Are you okay?” He had concern laced in his voice as he got closer to you. That’s when he saw it.

“I-I’m sorry you have to see me like this, I gotta go” You tried to get inside your apartment, but he stopped you.

“Does your boyfriend have something to do with it?“

“Ex-boyfriend” You thought you saw a light smirk on his lips, but he quickly disguised it.

“Oh” He raised his brows “Well, if you need anything, I’m right across the hall” He smiled gently “I don’t know what happened, but I’m a good listener if you feel like blowing off some steam with a stranger”

“Thank you” You exhaled “It sounds like a good idea, but for now I think I just need some time alone you know, but thanks anyway”

He nodded with a sweet smile on his face and headed towards the elevator.

Once he was gone, you finally got inside your apartment and headed straight to the shower to get that heavy energy out of you. You wanted to clean everything that happened out of you, like the hot water running down your skin could wash away all of your sadness and erase your memories with your ex.

But as the shower went on, your thoughts about your ex subsided and everything you could think about was your neighbor. His alluring eyes, his strong masculine features, his black hair, his deep voice that sent shivers down your spine every time you heard it. You couldn’t help but imagine how he must look underneath his clothes. Just by how his clothes hugged his arms you knew he had a muscular body, but you wanted to see it with your own eyes.

It had been only a couple of hours since you caught the so-called “love of your life” cheating on you, but you were already fantasizing with another man and you didn’t feel bad or guilty about it.

Was it a desire you had from before that was only surfacing now?

Anyway you wouldn’t care. Till was the thing that made your terrible day lighter. When you got home to drown yourself in ice cream and sorrow, you met him and it washed away all those dreadful plans you had for the night.

And before you could realize, you found yourself standing at his doorstep with a bottle of wine in your hands. A couple of minutes passed since you rang his doorbell and you were already considering turning back home when he finally opened his door.

“Oh Y/N!” He smiled but your eyes went down to his half naked body “I’m sorry it took me too long, I just got out of the shower” He ran his fingers through his hair to take a few wet strands falling in front of his beautiful eyes.

Till had nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, revealing how well built he was for his age. The smell of his aftershave and male parfum were intoxicating as you reveled in the sight in front of you completely hypnotized. All you wanted to do at that moment was to feel him, to touch him, to taste him, and to rip that fucking towel off of him.

Yes, you had already forgotten you were sad and heartbroken.

“You said I could come by if I wanted to spend some time with a ‘stranger’” You finally broke the silence “And I thought some wine would be great as well” You motioned the bottle in your hands and with a smile on his face he took a couple of steps back allowing you inside his apartment.

“Please come in” You stepped inside his place. He closed the door behind you and disappeared in a corridor “I’ll put some clothes on, please make yourself at home!” You heard him from one of the rooms.

You sat on his gray couch and put the bottle of wine on top of the coffee table in the center. His apartment looked clean and tidy, and was very well decorated. The light wooden floor matched perfectly with his concrete walls and furniture in shades of brown and gray, a few plants and colorful paintings on the walls brought some color to the place.

“I’m sorry again for keeping you waiting” Till was now fully dressed in light gray sweatpants and black long-sleeved shirt.

“It’s okay I’m fine” You smiled at him as he grabbed the bottle of wine in front of you and headed to his kitchen, motioning with his head for you to follow him.

Till took two wine glasses from his cabinet and produced a corkscrew from one of the drawers, he uncorked the bottle and served you both almost half a glass each.

“Cheers to being single again!” You toasted and he followed you with a side smile.

“Looks like the sadness is gone already?”

“Yeah, I mean… I’m still sad, but I think I’m also relieved?” You hesitated with the words you chose.

“I think I know what you mean” He took a sip of his wine. God! How could someone look so hot just by drinking something? “Before we continue, have you eaten yet?”

“No”

“I’ll cook us something while you tell me everything, okay?”

“You better be a good cook because I’m very demanding when it comes to eating!”

“Is this a challenge?”

“You bet it is”

You both laughed and you told him everything that happened while he boiled potatoes to make fresh homemade gnocchi, then proceeded to chop some tomatoes, basil, onion and garlic for the sauce. As the gnocchi and the sauce were cooking, he prepared some steak to go along.

As he finished the food, you helped him settle the table with plates, cutlery, pot rests, your wine glasses and the wine bottle.

“It smells amazing, Till!” You exclaimed as he sat in front of you and served you both.

“I hope the taste matches its smell” He smirked.

You moaned unwittingly as you took the first bite, the sound grabbing his attention and making his mind have unholy thoughts about you on that dining table. But you didn’t realize any of that happening, the flavor explosions in your mouth making you roll your eyes back with such amazing food.

“This is SO good! I guess I’ll have to come over for dinner more often”

“Be my guest” He answered shortly, trying to erase those sinful thoughts out of his head “We’ve been neighbors for quite some time now, but we don’t know much about each other”

You nodded in agreement.

“What do you do for a living?” He asked, taking a sip of his wine.

“I’m a lawyer and I actually got a promotion today, and you?”

“Congratulations! I’m a singer”

“A singer? Really?” You asked surprised. You had no idea he was a singer, he was always so discreet about his life you could never imagine.

“Yes, I have a band called Rammstein” That name didn’t sound strange to you, but that was all you had.

“Oh I’m sorry, the name sounds a bit familiar, but I don’t think I ever heard you” You answered, embarrassment making your cheeks burn.

“It’s totally fine, Y/N, actually I appreciate the fact you don’t know who I am”

“Are you that big?”

“Quite”

“I’m curious, I wanna see and hear you, would you show me any of your songs, please??”

He seemed to consider your idea for a couple of seconds before obliging.

“Let’s finish our dinner first” He giggled “Some lyrics might not be appropriate for this moment”

“Now you got me extra curious”

Just as you finished eating, you put your plates in the dishwasher while Till turned on the tv in his living room and searched for one of his band’s live concerts.

“Can I choose?” You asked as you sat on the couch by his side and he nodded “Rammstein live in Paris? Madison Square Garden? I had no idea my neighbor was a fucking international rockstar…” You kept scrolling down the endless list of videos.

“I’m worried about what you are going to choose” He giggled lightly as a faint blush appeared on his face.

“Why’s that?”

“You’ll have to find out by yourself” He glanced at you sideways with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Okay, I want to watch Ich Tu Dir Weh”

He chuckled as he heard your choice, but at the same time it was going to be interesting to watch your reactions to his songs.

The song began and you started to headbang unconsciously as you got carried away with the rhythm, you weren’t sure why you hadn’t listened to them before. You couldn’t believe your quiet and reserved neighbor was that same intimidating and energetic man onstage. 

But you were caught completely off guard when Till started singing, his deep beautiful hauntingly voice sent shivers down your spine and the sadomasochistic lyrics took your breath away as you got terribly and unexpectedly turned on. And why did that black eyeliner and lipstick made him look even hotter? Not to mention his clothes that highlighted his strong chiseled arms.

Till watched you watching him attentively, curious about what your reaction would be and he didn’t miss how you bit your bottom lip and crossed your legs tightly as the video went on. He was afraid you’d get scared or even disgusted, instead he saw you get horny by his performance and that turned him on as well.

“Damn!” You exclaimed as the song ended and his deep chuckle made you shiver.

“What did you think?”

‘Please hurt and humiliate me’ - You thought to yourself.

“I loved it! It was very… Intense…”

“Intense?”

“Yeah” You took the last of your wine in a single gulp “And I had no idea you were such and amazing and talented singer, Till, you’ve got a new fan now”

“Thank you, Y/N”

“I want to watch more”

“More wine then?”

“I’m feeling a little tipsy already, but yes, please!”

Till took another bottle of wine out of his small wine closet and filled your glasses one more time as you got up to dance to their songs now randomly selected by youtube.

“Join me”

You drank and danced to this band’s songs, you never thought metal was danceable, but you felt the need to dance and headbang and sway your hips, you just couldn’t stay still and Till watched you with amused eyes.

“And here I was thinking you said you liked our songs just to please me” He joked as he watched you sway your hips to Ich Will.

“I would never! Plus I know more interesting ways to please you” You blinked at him as you took the last sip of your wine and spun around, your suggestive words making him lick his lips unconsciously and his blood run south.

Two could play that game.

“Now I’m curious to know more about your interesting ways” 

“I’m not telling them” You answered him, your faces now just inches apart as you rested both arms on his shoulders to dance with him.

The sexual tension between you hang heavy on the air as you held your lustful gazes, one waiting for the other to take the next step. He watched you turn around and bend over in front of him to put your empty glass on the coffee table and when you got back up he took the opportunity to bring your body closer to his by your waist and whispered in your ear.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” His deep voice and his hot breath tickling your neck soaked your panties instantly.

You gasped when you felt your ass brushing against his hard member, the size of his bulge making you gulp at the thought of how big he seemed to be.

Ignoring your light distraction, you finally answered him.

“Because I’m showing them” You reached back with one of your hands and rubbed his shaft over his sweatpants, the unexpected stimulation making him jerk his hips forward.

You turned back around and pushed him by his chest slamming him on the couch before straddling and kissing him. One of Till’s hands squeezed your thigh as the other entangled in your hair, pulling it at the same time he brought you closer to him, making you moan lightly and give full access for his tongue to explore your mouth.

You ran your hands over his strong arms and then down his torso, eager to take his shirt off to finally feel his bare body with your own hands. Till captured your bottom lip with his teeth biting it, then ran his tongue over it to soothe the slightly swollen flesch, inflaming your arousal as you ground yourself against his hard erection. He slid both his hands under your shirt, forcing you to grind against him once again as he squeezed your waist hard.

Till kissed you intensely as he lifted your shirt by its hemline, only parting your frantic lips to take the shirt off your head, revealing your naked breasts right at his eye level.

“They’re so beautiful” He cupped your breasts, big enough to fit in his hands “You are so beautiful”

His beautiful blue eyes met yours in an intense lustful gaze and he unexpectedly pinched your nipples between his fingers to watch your reaction as an erotic sound escaped your lips. Till left a trail of kisses from your lips to your chin, along the jawline to the neck, where he licked and bit lightly, quickly finding your sweet spot right under your ear, sucking it harshly to whip another delicious moan out of you.

“I’ve dreamt about having you since the first time I laid my eyes on you, Y/N”

You took the pause to take his shirt off.

“I’ve always wanted you too, I was in a relationship, but I was never blind” You gasped as his smiling lips traveled down your collarbone to the valley of your breasts. 

The cold air caressed your exposed skin, but your body felt so hot under his touches, his rough hands running up and down your curves and groping your breasts as his mouth divided its attention between them. He rolled his tongue over your sensitive nipples before blowing his breath on top of it and then sucked and bit them gently, making you squirm against him looking for more friction on your aching core, your fingernails grazing his nape as he kept working on your chest.

You were so lost in how he was almost sending you over the edge just by working on your breasts, you missed one of his hands slipping inside your pants and underwear, his skilled fingers sliding over your folds collecting your wetness and then back to your clit, applying a delicious amount of pressure on it, taking a huge gasp out of your lungs as he rolled his digits over your swollen bud.

Till kept working on your tender globes with his mouth, one of his hands snaked around your body to grip your ass as the other increased its speed and pressure on your clit according to the sound of your own moans.

Your orgasm built on your lower stomach and you started to rock yourself against his hand chasing your own release, when he suddenly bit one of your nipples and pushed two fingers inside you, making you scream his name as he started to pump and curl his fingers in and out of you while his thumb was now working on your clit. His fingers rubbed your g-spot with each stroke, those wonderful sensations making the knot on your lower stomach get ready to explode at any second. And when you were about to get there he stopped, edging you on purpose.

“Please!” You begged, frustrated while Till had a devious grin on his face.

“Work for it”

He took his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips, lapping every drop of your juices, his eyes never leaving yours as he tasted your arousal with an erotic expression.

“Can’t wait to taste it again”

You slammed your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue as you grazed your fingernails down his chest and abs, quickly reaching his sweatpants’ waistband, pulling it down along with his underwear while you knelt down in front of him on the ground.

You blinked at the sight before you when his big and thick manhood finally sprung out, rock hard, sprawled on his abs in all its glory. The look on your face made him get impossibly harder.

“Can’t take it?” He teased as you accommodated yourself between his legs.

“You bet I can”

His eyes darkened as you took his dick on your hand, jerking him off as you spread his precum all over his tip and length and then licked your lips, wetting them to suck him. His muscles tensed as you teased him, trailing kisses on his inner thighs taking your lips closer and closer to where he needed them the most.

He hissed when you finally slid your tongue flat all the way up on his underside from his base to the tip, taking some extra time on his frenulum, flicking your tongue back and forth on the extremely sensitive area, before sucking his tip into your mouth and licking all of his precum, your gaze never breaking away from his and the sight drove him insane.

Till groaned and grabbed a fistful of your hair as you swirl your tongue around his tip and down his length, sucking it eagerly every time you bobbed your head back, making him throw his head back as he clenched his teeth and tightened the grip on your hair as you did so. You drove him further inside your mouth each time, using your hand to stimulate the part you couldn’t fit yet and when his dick finally reached your throat, he moaned and automatically jerked his hips forward, making you take all of him at once, and to his surprise you didn’t complain, instead looked at him with a daring look on your watering eyes.

“No gag reflex?” He asked, a bit breathless.

“Fuck my face, Till”

“Oh fuck me”

He slammed his dick in the back of your throat, setting his own pace, his cock pulsing inside your mouth, ready to cum at any second when you suddenly pulled your mouth away from him, edging him just like he’d done to you minutes before.

“Y/N!”

Till’s front door thumped loudly as you both heard muffled screams of your name coming from outside. It was your ex-boyfriend yelling after you desperately.

“Y/N! I KNOW YOU’RE THERE!”

Ignoring his screams, Till pulled you from the ground crashing your lips and in a blink you were laid on the couch underneath him.

“Sure you wanna do this?” He asked before taking off your pants and panties all at once.

“Yes, please! I need you inside me now!” You whined as he quickly undressed you and then positioned himself between your legs.

“There’s just one thing I must warn you…”

He rubbed himself against your folds, teasing your clit and your entrance with his shaft as your ex-boyfriend kept calling you, banging on his door.

“What?”

“I don’t do gentle”

You screamed as he penetrated you, pushing himself all at once, stretching your tight walls as he sunk his shaft deep inside of you. You clawed his back and bit his shoulder as he put one of your legs on his shoulder and filled you up to the hilt, fitting all of his length inside you. 

His pounding was rough and intense, giving you no time to adjust to his thickness and length, and his dick rubbed your spongy magic place that drove you insane with each thrust, making you roll your eyes back and moan uncontrollably.

Till knew you were getting close to your orgasm again as he felt your walls clenching around him, making it extra painful to hold his own release back. In a swift motion, he got out of you and put you on your knees on the couch, your back exposed to him as you braced yourself on the back of the couch.

He pushed himself inside you again this time rougher than before, your body jolting forward as he did so. With one of his hands he held you in place by your hips while the other snaked its way around your throat, leaning his body forward for extra physical contact. A symphony of loud moaning and skin slapping resonated throughout the whole floor as he thrusted violently in and out of you.

His lips brushed your ear and his relentless fucking along with the sound of his sinful grunts on your ear made you explode with the most intense climax you’d ever had in your life, powerful electric waves running though your veins, making your whole body tremble as he rode out your orgasm before quickly pulling out of you to have his own release, cumming on your ass and back.

You collapsed on the back of his couch as Till still hugged you and spread a trail of kisses on your nape, back and shoulders.

“Y/N!” Your ex called again, this time sounding even more desperate and exhausted.

“OH JAMES! YOU HAVE NO IDEA JUST HOW GOOD HE FUCKED ME!” You yelled back earning Till’s chuckle.

“Actually I guess the whole building might have heard how good I fucked you, Y/N”