En La Cine ||Jake Lockley X Fem!Reader

En la cine ||Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

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Summary: Jake invites you on a date and takes you to the cinema. Watching a movie turns into a steamy experience

Warnings: smut, minors DNI

Word count: 1988

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish Special note: @grossograsso - having worked on this fanfic was an honor, and we are happy to dedicate it to you on your birthday. The Paper Panda team wishes you abundant happiness and love. May all your dreams turn into reality and may lady luck visit your home today. Happy birthday to one of the sweetest people we’ve ever known. Thank you for being with us for almost six years, dear! Our hope is that you will enjoy this story ♥

Movie theater was where your brain was programmed through music, words, and actions. This was the place where you met many new wonderful role models for your world and imagination. The velvet plush seats with popcorn in your lap taught you more than school did, and you found it quite humorous.

Jake invited you to the cinema, and you gladly accepted, no matter what kind of film he picked.

In a short skirt and fitted t-shirt, you stood in front of the cinema, checking the time again on your smartphone; he was late, and the movie would start shortly.

"Wouldn't it be better if you waited inside so that you wouldn't get cold?" Jake asked as he walked up to you with his hands in his jacket's pockets.

Going out didn't appeal to him much. He was simply annoyed by too many strangers, especially when he was with you, but he was ready to do this for you only.

"Hi," you greeted him with a small nod of your head and a smile on your lips.

You hadn't been dating for long, just a couple of weeks, but his mystery and rather jovial demeanor were too alluring for you to resist; you were interested in what he had to offer.

After entering the theater, you asked, "What movie did you choose?"

As Jake opened the door for you, he admitted openly, "I didn't pick a movie at all," with a little shrug. "I wanted you to choose one so you could enjoy the whole date."

When you checked the repertoire, you selected an action movie and ordered a huge popcorn and two sodas.

Jake felt a huge sense of relief when you didn't pick a romantic comedy where he would have to hold you when you felt like crying, or care about the sad story on the screen.

After paying for everything, he followed you to the cinema hall to take your seats.

You chose the middle seats in the last row, the highest possible. You smiled sweetly at him after taking your seat.

Looking at your short skirt, Jake joked, "I see you got ready for that date. I kinda feel bad I took you to the movies."

Your cheeks blushed, and you cleared your throat before saying, "Jake! Don't be so rude!"

"Rude? Since I'm on a date with a girl who looks amazing in short skirts, it's worth complementing," he raised an eyebrow and gave you a soft smile. "The blush on your face makes you look gorgeous."

In response to his compliment, you smirked at him, making sure to tug your skirt down over your thighs. "You look handsome as always, and I'm glad you invited me."

"I'm glad you agreed to this date. I was worried you wouldn't like it," Jake said, taking a seat comfortably. His eyes still wandered to your legs and skirt despite everything.

You asked him if he felt well by your side to divert his attention. Because you were only a thing for a short period of time, you were constantly scared.

Jake knew he shouldn't act like this. It was obvious that you weren't a one-time thing, but he couldn't help but stare at you; all he wanted was to touch you.

He actually tried to keep the conversation going until the light went out so as not to freak you out.

Your tone was filled with excitement as you told him, "It starts."

A slow nod was given by him. "Yeah, la película está empezando."

As you sipped from your soda cup from time to time, you focused on the movie.

The skirt kept Jake from paying attention to the movie. Jake was just being Jake.

It didn't take him long to find a comfortable place on your leg for his hand.

It was a blessing that the screening room was dark, illuminated only by the screen's light. 

The moment his palm touched your knee, you shifted a little, turning your attention to him.

While gently squeezing your soft flesh, he pretended that he was watching a movie.

A smile spread across your face as you returned to watching the movie.

Jake still pretended he was watching as the rough hand of his moved up your leg.

You let out a soft gasp.

Jake moved to you and whispered right into your ear, "Are you enjoying the movie?"

In an instant, you turned your head to him, nodding, but without saying a word so as not to disturb people in lower rows.

"Come on, you know you can talk. There are just a few people here. They won't hear you." Jake's hand slipped under your skirt instantly.

A gasp escaped your parted lips as your eyes widened. "Jake, what are you doing?"

"Estoy pasando un buen momento," he replied simply.

Putting your hand on his forearm, you asked him, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

As Jake moved his hand between your legs, he nodded, "Yes, I am. How about you?"

You spread your legs a little, gasping quietly, nodding your head. "Yhy, much, but you shouldn't, we're in public."

"Are you scared someone will hear or see us?" Jake asked.

Biting your lower lip, you nodded your head.

You had never done anything like that before; you had been in a few relationships before, but they were never that serious.

"No one will know a thing if you keep quiet," Jake instructed in a low tone of his. His curious fingers reached your panties and he began to slowly play with you through the fabric.

Again, you nodded your head and gasped, this time a little louder.

Jake only hushed you without stopping his actions. His only regret was not being able to see your pretty face fully.

As he placed his palm between your thighs, you instinctively bucked your hips.

In a chuckle, he moved your panties to the side so he could finally touch you without any barriers. Though you acted so innocent, he already sensed how wet you were, just for him.

As his fingers teasingly moved up and down your clit, you panted; you didn't care if anyone could hear.

As two of his fingers slowly moved into the tight pussy, Jake whispered, "Buena niña," into your ear. He shifted slightly in his seat and placed a few kisses on your neck.

There was no doubt Jake was a skilled man, and he knew exactly how to touch your starving body to make you moan. As you wrapped your arm around his neck, you parted your lips and gasped quietly. "Fuck."

"Want more?" Jake asked.

In a whisper, you replied, "Yes."

Jake kissed your cheek and moved away, licking his fingers clean as he did so. Oh, you tasted so sweetly.

As he sat in his chair, he worked on his pants before grabbing your arm to pull you onto his lap.

After being pulled by your shoulders, you got on his lap as quietly as possible. You smiled to yourself as you pressed your back against his torso; the situation was everything but what you had expected to happen on that date.

"Look at you. First you scolded me for complimenting your short skirt, then you jumped on my lap so easily," Jake whispered into your ear from behind.

Moaning, you bucked your hips against his crotch.

Your lips were immediately covered by his palm. "I told you to keep quiet. There are only a few people here, but they can still hear you," Jake groaned, biting on your earlobe.

As you kissed his inner palm, you nodded eagerly.

With an amused smile, Jake sat you on his lap fully, pushing his pants just a little bit further to free his hard cock. Despite enjoying the moment, he was surprised how easy it was to slip under that short skirt of yours, but he wasn't going to complain, quite the contrary.

Jake slowly pushed his cock into your tight hole while keeping your mouth covered. The other arm was tightly wrapped around your waist.

Having him manhandle you was blissful; you felt like a puppet he could control, but you savored every moment. His cock was thick and filled you to the brim. 

Putting a hand under your skirt, you shifted your lacy pants aside, and of course, you rubbed your clit, letting out a moan.

As Jake quickly pushed your hand away, he announced he would be the one that gives you pleasure tonight. With his hips thrusted in you carefully, he began to circle your clit with his calloused finger, panting deeply right into your ear.

As you wrapped your arm around his neck, your hips bucked slightly to meet his thrusts. You cupped his jaw with your other hand and forced him to look at you before kissing him.

Jake kissed you back, tightly gripping your waist. As a matter of fact, he was glad that there were so few people watching the movie that night. As a result, he was able to pull it off much more easily. "Niña traviesa," Jake whispered against your lips.

"Harder," you pleaded against his lips as quietly as you could. 

Only one thing you wished for was to change the uncomfortable position, but you knew that was impossible.

As Jake had little to no obligations against your wishes, he gladly picked up his pace as much as he could. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have to take you again in a more comfortable setting; your pussy felt amazing hugging his cock tightly, swallowing his entire girth.

As you rested your forehead against his cheek, you enjoyed the way he grunted quietly; it made you feel proud after all, you made him do that. As your pussy clenched around his cock for the first time, you whispered, "Oh my God, I'll cum. I want you to touch me. Fuck"

"Good. Buena niña," Jake praised as he thrust into you with his hand onto your clit again, abusing it. It was also apparent to him that he was getting closer to his climax.

You jerked up from his lap, his throbbing cock slipping out of you with a wet sound. You quickly straddled his lap again, took a hold of his dick, and pushed it back to your aching pussy. You wrapped your arms around Jake's neck tightly when you started going up and down on his shaft, stealing a messy kiss from him, panting like crazy.

He teased against your lips, "Don't hold back and we might still watch the movie."

"Fuck the movie," you gasped, kissing Jake again and muffling your groans with that. You snapped your hips faster and harder, enjoying Jake's fingers digging into your hips as he tightened his grasp on you.

"I'm gonna fucking fill you up," Lockley groaned, grabbing your hips and keeping you in a place while he filled your cunt with his thick cum.

To muffle your moans, you kissed and sucked on the side of Jake's neck. You started moving faster and faster after he spilled his seed deep in your pussy, until you reached your climax. 

Your peak was intense like never before; shivers ran down your spine as you shivered in Jake's arms, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, feeling your pussy clenching rhythmically around his dick, milking and coating it with your juices.

As Jake gently stroked your back, he praised you quietly. "You're such a good girl. Just so we're clear, I'm still not finished with you."

"I was hoping you'd say something like that," you told Jake as you kissed him, briefly letting your tongue dance with his.

Shortly after, you slipped off his lap and returned to your seat, pulling your skirt down and improving your outfit.

As he pulled his pants back in place, Jake smiled proudly. Taking care of you again was already his top priority after this stupid movie ended.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 5 - An Aggressive Gentleness || Jake “Hangman” Seresin x fem!reader

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Summary: Everyone knows Hangman is good, but you'll have a chance to discover that he simultaneously has a bit of a persuasive streak as well.

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v, spanking)

Word count: 2325

Author: Rouge

A/N: the the prompt for today is: Spanking

Jake "Hangman" Seresin was one of the world's greatest and most successful pilots. He was a known womanizer, and he had as many downed planes as broken hearts among all the women he dated.

Yet, ever since you joined his team, he couldn't take his gaze away from you; you were not only a beautiful, young woman, but you also had a strong personality.

"I know there's a big age gap between you and me, Y/N," he said as the two of you finished the bottle of red wine that night, sitting together on the pier over the ocean. "But I really want to take you out. Would you be interested in having dinner with me one evening?" 

As a result, you both agreed to meet for dinner a few days later.

Despite your expectations, the dinner ended up being much more enjoyable than you expected. It sounded too good to be true. You teased, playing with your glass, "Maybe Hangman isn't such an asshole as everyone thinks."

You could feel his knee against yours under the table as you sat there staring and smiling at each other, your hand in his.

Of course, it could have been an accident at first, but when it returned, went away, and then returned again, all doubt was removed. It was done on purpose as a signal, a kind of request, to emphasize the request for a date. Again, perhaps a little old-fashioned, but extremely intimate and alluring.

Jake let out a little sigh, observing your face carefully as he said, "Don't judge a book by its cover."

"If I didn't interact with you on a daily basis and while on duty, I'd say you're an asshole," you concluded, scrunching your face. "You are charming, but you are a total asshole. However, I don't regret our dinner together."

Jake was certain he knew the game because he'd played it before; he was obviously used to dealing with stroppy little bitches like you. He was well aware of what you were doing and what you were up to. He seemed to be able to read you, understand what you were thinking.

He kept gently rubbing your palm and pressing his knee firmly against yours as he looked you in the eyes. "You have the most enticing eyes, Y/N," he murmured as he gazed deep into them.

A cocky smile spread across your face as you made a small yhym sound and rested your chin on your palm. "Just like the last girl, I'm sure." 

Since it wasn't the first time you heard those sweet words, you already knew what they meant. This was a popular saying among guys as if it were a kind of spell.

"I can see through your eyes that you are a passionate, intense woman. A woman who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. I notice a lot about you." As he accelerated, his foot landed on yours and ran up the side of your calf. You were his type, there was no doubt. This became especially apparent when his knee pressed firmly against your closed knees at first, then even more so after a moment or two.

You sighed heavily and decided to stop him. "I have to be honest with you - sweet nothings don't appeal to me at all. I've heard these things too many times to believe them."

Jake drew your hand to his lips. "Come to my flat, Y/N, and let me love you there," he said as he licked the back of your hand and looked you in the eyes.

“If you stop acting so weirdly sweet, I'll go with you."

Jake gave you a brief nod in response.

You took a cab to his apartment. It was a second-floor walk-up flat in a fairly large town house, nicely furnished in that fading elegant style that appeals to the well-to-do and aristocracy.

Hangman turned on one lamp but not the others. The street lights cast a nice, dim, romantic glow on the large lounge. He made no pretense that this was anything other than a sexual encounter. He didn't make small talk, offer you a drink, or request that you sit. None of that was necessary; he and you both knew it. You were there for one and only one reason - to have sex.

As Jake kissed you passionately, he took you in his arms. There was no preamble or asking permission; it was a wonderful kiss. As he held you tight, he moulded your bodies together and his lips found yours. While your lips touched, your mouths were closed, but as you pressed them together they slowly opened. As he licked your lips, he ran his tongue along your gums, over your teeth and into your mouth. Unlike the Hangman everyone used to know, he was patient, slow, methodical, and amazingly erotic. You could feel Hangman's hands running up and down your back.His hands fiddled with your bra strap, the waistband of your short denim skirt, which was just a whisker below your pubis line and the top of your bum crease, and the hem of the white, loose, short-sleeved top. 

Jake took your hand and led you to his bedroom.

The room was quite small, but it had a double bed. Although it was dim, you could still see each other. Standing beside the bed, Jake held your hand as you faced each other. Bringing your palm up to his mouth, he kissed its top; he took one of your fingers and softly sucked it, earning a moan from you.

You didn't speak, you'd gone beyond words, they simply weren't needed.

It wasn't long before Jake let go of your hand and stepped back a few feet. With his eyes glistening in the dim light flowing in the room from a streetlamp, he began undoing the button of his heavy, cotton, khaki shirt. Having fully undone his shirt, his fingers were now undoing his leather pleated belt. He was so confident and so assured, which you found very sexy and enchanting. Still, he didn't take his eyes off of you. “You’re so fucking pretty, Y/N.”

Reaching downwards, you grasped the hem of your top. You saw approval in his eyes as his belt came undone and he slowly pushed his zip down. Between the opened edges of his shirt, you could see that his chest was toned and muscular.

You both dropped your tops as if on cue. Jake's eyes wandered over your chest, focusing more and more on your round breasts, almost making you squirm with desire. Through Jake's masterful gaze, you became more receptive to his unspoken persuasions.

The silence was broken by Jake. His erection was evident and clear and gave him absolutely no embarrassment whatsoever. As you dropped your bra, he sighed, "You're so fucking hot, Y/N. What are you waiting for? Go on."

Undoing the brass button on the skirt, you slid the short zip down. The skirt slid down your legs as you wriggled it over your bum and hips. A surge of high-octane arousal surged through you when you looked into Hangman's hungry eyes. You soon pushed your panties down your legs as well.

As Jake took off his boxer shorts, his hardened erection rested proudly against his well-built abdomen.

Seresin reached for your hand, the one holding your panties, as you stood completely naked in front of him. He gently pulled them away from you. His eyes bore deep into yours as he rubbed his nose on the gusset, taking deep breaths as he did so, making animalistic noises at the same time. After that, he used your panties in a rather extravagant manner, rubbing them around his balls and up and down his erection without any embarrassment at all. As if to say don't you dare complain, he stared intently into your eyes before cupping his balls in your panties and rolling them around before pushing the silky underwear back across his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to him, pressing himself against you, moulding your bodies into one. As he cupped your round bum in his strong hands, his cock squirmed against you. Jake squeezed and kneaded your buttocks all the while kissing you hungrily; he stroked your bum, pinched it, rubbed it, and caressed it.

As you got your hand between your bodies, your fingers tingled with desire as they ran up and down his erection. It was everything an erection should be; hard, warm, smooth and slightly throbbing. 

You then went to bed.

Jake carefully positioned you on your front and laid beside you. The hand that wasn't tugging your hair had slipped down your back and reached your bum. He stroked it and squeezed it. Jake whispered, "You have the most glorious arse I've ever seen," as he stroked it softly. All he had done when you were standing beside the bed was repeated, but he now focused more on your cheeks. After easing your legs apart, he parted your bottom's cheeks. He spent ages running his fingers up and down that sensual groove, on, over and past your extra sensitive entrance to your anus, on the base of your spine in one direction and into your fully soaked pussy in the other.

All hell broke loose within your body and mind. You could not help but notice as your body shook with the various sensations that you were cumming without any form of penetration, without your sensitive clit being rubbed or your pussy's lips being stroked. “Jake!” You managed to whimper loudly, nuzzling your face into one of his pillows.

Jake smacked your bottom several times. Not that hard and not that much, but enough to make your bum sting and for you to recognise what he was doing. Nevertheless, the combination of the pain from him pulling your hair, the stinging from where he'd spanked your bottom and the pleasure he was giving you with his fingers made you cum, very heavily indeed.

You hadn't even finished your orgasm fully when Hangman turned you over. After what he'd just done to you, your pussy was still tender, and your breasts and nipples were still pulsating. As he moved up and held his cock against your lips, you willingly opened your arms and wrapped them around his hips. 

The moment he bucked his hips, forcing his dick completely into your mouth, you wrapped your lips around his rock-hard erection, gagging yourself.

Jake's hand hit your bottom quite hard, so much so that it jerked your head from his cock as Hangman turned you to your side a little, to gain better access to your bum. In a matter of seconds, he hit you twice. 

Putting his cock back in your mouth, you grunted. Each thwack and smack was probably harder than the last. He spread them over both cheeks. Pumping his girth in and out of your mouth, you gagged, reaching out to massage his balls.

Jake grunted lowly as he hardened. Seresin hit you several more times after he realized you weren't opposed to what he had been doing. Now he was doing it harder, and it was stinging, but not too painful. It was amazing to see that each time he smacked your ass, and since he'd found a sort of rhythm, his cock began to jerk inside your mouth. His hardening and growth increased with each smack. “Fuck, look what you’re doing to me,” he grunted, taking a fistful of Y/H/C hair, tugging on it a little. He was now spanking you with a steady series of blows that covered every inch of each cheek and occasionally drifted down to your thighs. Between each blow, his hand gently fondled your asscheek. 

With that gentleness combined with the aggression of the spanking, you experienced sensations you hadn't felt before. While Hangman grunted and groaned and mumbled how wonderful you were and what a magnificent bottom you had, you sighed and moaned at the pleasure you were receiving, taking his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop sound.

Jake then fucked you. Straightforward, you on your back, him on top, your legs wide open and wrapped around him. Jake’s thrusts were fast and strong; his bed was swinging with each of them. It was quite quick and hard. Like the expert he was turning out to be, he didn't offer or ask for more foreplay. After what Jake had gone on so far there was no need for more and he seemed to be acutely aware of that. He didn't need to get you wet and you didn't need to get him hard, what you'd been doing for the past half hour or so had done both of those necessities. 

“Fuck!” You screamed, digging your nails into his back, rolling your head back on his pillow. “Fuck you, Hangman! You’re so fucking good!”

“I’m good, Y/N,” Jake grunted into your ear, instantly turning his head to suck hardly on your exposed neck. “I’m very fucking good.” You were obviously soaked and your lips were bloated from the blood that rushed to them during the previous orgasms. No complaints, just a straightforward hard and fast fuck and that, to be honest, was what you truly wanted. 

After cumming together, Jake laid on top of you, pinning you to the mattress with his weight, then rubbed your cheeks and neck with his kisses. “Do you want to stay for the night?” He asked simply, rubbing his nose against yours.

Nodding to him, you slipped your hands into his hair and massaged his scalp. "Yes."

Despite his nakedness, Jake kissed you one last time before getting up from the bed. "I'll bring a pillow and towel for you."

As his thick, sticky cum ran down your inner thighs, you rubbed them together and bit your lower lip. You definitely had the best fuck of your life.

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 18 - Intense disagreements || Poe Dameron x fem!reader

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Summary: As soon as you spotted Poe with another girl, you became enraged. Poe finds an unexpected way to relieve your anger when you both return to your quarters.

Warnings: smut (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 2400

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Angry Sex

"How could you do that?!" I yell at Poe. “Are you sleeping with her, huh?!” The word anger seems appropriate when I describe my feelings, but perhaps furious would be a better description of the current situation I and Poe are in.

"How could I do what? Why are you so insistent on arguing about everything?" Dameron raises his tone, standing right behind me.

As I turn around, my body shaking from all the pent up anger, "What the hell are you thinking?" I scream at him.

"Do you have any idea how delusional you are?" He asks, his tone oh so condescending.

I feel like slapping Poe, for the way he acts, always so confident and sure of himself, sometimes it almost seems like he doesn't care about anyone else. "I'm delusional?" I roll my eyes  while Dameron pushes me hard against the door, causing my back to hit it. “You were with some other woman, how am I supposed to react, huh?!”

Before I protest and make Poe feel sorry for his move, his lips are on mine, claiming, possessing.

My hands are on Poe's shirt, ready to yank him off, but instead I pull him toward me, as Dameron deepens the kiss, tongue probing and devouring. As his hands move from my face to my hips, pulling my body against him, I moan in anticipation.

Like a fire, I feel his desire growing and burning.

The fingers of my left hand find their way into his hair as I tug at his scalp with a strange mix of anger and lust in my heart.

"Ah," Dameron croans into my mouth, breaking the kiss as one hand grazes over my backside, cupping me; his other hand holds my neck, giving it a slight squeeze before pulling me forward into his embrace.

As much as I want to ravage Poe, there is nothing delicate about how he holds me, about the way he holds my ass and my neck. Dameron palms my breast roughly through my blouse as his hand moves downward.

Feeling my need as strong as his, I willingly, mindlessly arch into his touch.

As he steps back an inch to look at my face, Dameron hisses, "Do you know how mad you make me?" His eyes are so alive, so brazen.

"Show me," I dare him with my chin high, and the next instant I find myself with my front against the door and my hands at my back, Poe holding me still.

My blouse is torn after he pulls me back, allowing just enough space between the door and me for his hand to fit. I revel in anticipation of his touch, but what I don't anticipate is my blouse being torn in half. "Hey! Do you have fucking idea how much I spent on this blouse on Canto Bight?!"

I'm too shocked to react as Poe tugs my jeans down next, letting my hands go in the process. This gives me the leverage I need to push myself against the door and turn around.

"Not so soon," Poe replies dismissively when I try the same; I wriggle his pants against the door as my panties are the next to be torn.

When I am left standing with only my bra, I feel the warmth of Poe's body behind me; I push up towards Poe, teasing him. And then Dameron spanks me.

The strange sensation of pain and desire causes me to breathe out loudly.

He spanks me again, on the other ass cheek and my ear is nipped as he whispers, "Do you want me to show you?" His hands move from my hips towards my front and he yanks down my bra, pooling my breasts into his warm, calloused hands, as though weighing them.

I can feel the cold wood against my nipple as it hardens under his inspection; Poe tugs at my nipple a few times until I'm sure I might burst.

The tugging and squeezing of Dameron against my breasts make me clench up my legs; Dameron wants me to plead, and I might, if I weren't so mad at him.

I am being tortured on purpose by him for revenge.

Poe stops his movements as a throaty, utterly masculine and a beautiful groan emancipates from him; I grind back against him, letting him know my purpose; his jeans scraping against my bare skin feels amazing.

After a few moments, his right hand leaves my hip and I hear his belt buckle being undone and his jeans falling to the ground.

Poe's left hand stays on my breasts, continuing the assault, while his right hand spreads my legs, finding the sweet spot between them which is pooling with moisture; he groans hard at the contact, grinding his erection at the crease of my backside. His fingers take up a punishing rhythm at the very first instant, determined to get me there without a moment's delay.

My hands thrash back on his shoulder as I cry out helplessly. His eyes are fixed on me the whole time, I can easily feel it.

Within minutes, I'm on the brink; my body tightens, ready for the last touch to push me off when his fingers stop moving. I know this game, but that doesn't make me less resilient to it; it only means more frustration and anger. In a trance, I open my eyes to see Poe smiling down at me, that pure masculine, smug smile of his.

In the next second, his fingers pick up where they left off so abruptly, rubbing viciously at my already swollen clitoris.

"Oh God!" I moan, biting my lip and trying not to smile because I don't want him to know that he is doing this to me, although it is obvious he is doing it humorlessly.

He stops again, exactly at the same point he left earlier. His voice is dark as he tells me, "This is your punishment, on the edge and helpless. I feel this way every time you argue with me without a fucking reason, Y/N."

Inhaling heavily, I process his words, so raw and ardent.

He spreads my legs with one knee, pulling me back a few inches, not totally standing nor completely bent over, but just at his mercy. "Now, it's time for my fucking reward."

I hold onto the door, bracing myself.

I feel him seething deep inside me as he pushes in one long, hard thrust, letting out a grunt.

Incoherent sounds escape me as I tighten my grip on the door to brace myself.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Fighting me turns you on," Dameron states in a low, strangled voice.

As he pulls back, holding my hips as leverage, he surges forward in a flash; he keeps up the pace, the rhythm, each thrust harder and deeper leaving a beautiful, unbelievable impact on my body; the door begins to rattle with the brute force of Poe, as I feel myself floating towards the abyss, moaning for him like a cheap whore. The sounds he makes with every movement, so distinct and pleasurable, make me sprint rather than walk towards the finish line.

He places a soft kiss in the middle of my shoulder blades, a stark contrast to the brutal rhythm he has set and I cry out as the most intense wave hits me and I surrender to it; his fingers on my hips dig deep into my skin, leaving no doubt; he thrusts twice and falls heavily upon me, a grunt rolling off his parted lips.

Trying to catch our breaths, his hand wraps around my midriff as his nose breathes heavily into my hair. I have completely lost my grip on the door, and his hand and the other on the door are all that keep me from collapsing.

When I shift around in his embrace, facing Poe and wrapping my arms around his neck, soft, feather-like kisses turn into possessive ones; leaning forward, Poe bites on my lower lip as he lifts my legs up to wrap them around his hips.

Poe's eyes light up as I move against the feel of him, changing from calm and relaxed to passionate and ardent; I smile sheepishly at him, marvelling at the fact that I still have some control over him, even if it's not much.

A little of the excitement rubs off on me as Dameron states, "You're going to be the death of me one day, Y/N."

While I kiss Poe, unwilling to accept this is the part where we cuddle and sleep, I find myself softly landing on the bed with my man hovering over on top of me; I didn't even realise earlier he walked to our shared bed with me in his arms.

The journey of his lips doesn't stop there; it continues forward, or rather southward, as he kisses my forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, neck; kissing the exact spot where I can feel my pulse, licking, nibbling, and sucking my breasts, dipping his tongue into my navel and swirling it, my pubic bones, upper thighs, my knees, calves; he acts like a starving animal.

Poe looks down at me after slowly taking my right leg and placing it on his shoulder; his tingers run lightly against the skin on the back of my thigh.

Despite the fact that Poe has never made me feel insecure or shy in the bedroom, when he's looking down at me so intimately, I can't help but try to pull my legs together, which is impossible.

Looking every bit the devil he is, smooth and sinful, how could I ever resist Poe as he looks into my eyes like that? How could I possibly resist as the corners of his lips turn up in that grin of his?

As he kisses my clit and pushes my other leg onto his shoulder too, spreading me to his desire, his mouth moves downwards and he breathes deeply, closing his eyes; I'm watching every movement he makes.

After kissing the spot, Dameron says, "You smell wonderful, like sex and my precum."

As he spends the next few minutes kissing, I become frustrated, lifting my hips to increase the pressure of his lips on me, digging my hands into his shoulders, letting Poe know what he must be doing.

A smile spreads across his face as he thrusts his right hand's first two fingers towards my lips. "Suck," Dameron commands me simply, and I comply, imagining that it's his cock that I'm sucking, imagining his taste on my tongue as he holds my chin and angles me, pivoting his hips forward and forward, coating my throat with his precum.

While I moan around his fingers, he pulls them away from my mouth despite my protests; he moves his now wet fingers around my nipples and navel, leaving a damp trail behind. I feel his wet fingers pulling my lips apart, and his eyes are scrutinising me.

Dameron asks, "Do you want to see how wet you are?" He pushes both of his fingers deep into me, and I feel myself clamp down around him. Pulling them out, he draws a line just above. His fingers trace the same path as earlier, but backwards, circling my navel, my nipples, and then pushing into my mouth.

Poe's fingers taste salty and sweet with a trace of his precum and my juices mixed together; biting on his fingers I pull them deeper into my mouth, holding my hand on his wrist, not letting him pull them back.

I watch Poe rubbing against the edge of the bed as he growls, "Baby, what the fuck are you doing?"

As his teeth bite down on me again, I cry out; he pulls out his fingers and starts cupping my right breast; his tongue comes out, probing me open and licking precisely where it should; Poe squeezes my breast mercilessly as his tongue is pushed into my pussy; he starts slurping loudly and I roll my head back. In a deadly combination of his fingers, teeth, and tongue, I scream his name while arching against the bed, cumming hardly.

When he climbs up, he lets my legs off his shoulders, and I see his lips shine with my arousal. He kisses my neck, my mouth, and flips me around so that I'm on top of him.

Straddling him, I lift myself up, holding his hard cock in one hand until I'm just a few inches away from his dick.

"That's it, girl," he breathes sharply as I sink lower onto him, feeling myself being stretched delightfully. Despite how much it kills me, I stop when Poe is only half-way inside of me and pull him out.

"Fuck," Poe curses loudly, his head rolls back on the pillow.

Using the tip of Poe, I rub myself on the spot I need the most.

His face is filled with confidence and utter satisfaction. Through clenched teeth, Peo starts, "About what I said earlier..."

"Yes?" I ask, throwing my own head back, bucking my hips back and forth, his hands tightening around my hips. I’m curious what he’ll tell me.

He says, "I didn't mean to flirt with her, but you should know Zorii and I were a thing in the past," and I sink onto him completely, letting out a ragged breath as his hard shaft spreads my pussy so thoroughly. "Oh, fuck, Y/N!" Dameron yells as he pivots into me and strikes me sharply and hard; his hips moving up and down in an attempt to meet all of my movements.

As a sudden orgasm hits me, I stop everything I'm doing and moan his name loudly, my entire body feeling like it's been torn in two; my pussy burning, my juices and release pouring down as the knot built within my abdomen snapped.

Poe continues to pound unreservedly, his grip on my hips tightens, and moments later, he lies beneath me, muscles and nerves bulging. I can feel his warm, thick seed pouring deep inside of me as he lets out an animalistic cry.

I kiss his sweat-covered chest, feeling his heart beat so rapidly under my ears as I fall onto it in the process.I drift off to sleep with Poe still inside me when Dameron says, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips, "Now I understand why you got so angry. You love me a lot."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 7 - Mutual pleasure || Massimo Torricelli x fem!reader

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Summary: Massimo and you have a blast working on your mutual pleasure on the second date.

Warnings: smut (6️⃣9️⃣, unprotected p in v)

Word count: 1530

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: 69

You tossed your long Y/H/C hair over your shoulders and reapplied your red lipstick in the mirror. You looked at yourself one more time and smiled. You looked down at your iPhone.

Massimo had just texted to ask you to be a little late because he got held up in a meeting. You pulled around the block and waited several minutes, then texted him that you were outside.

You were freezing. You wore an oversized striped button down with a few buttons undone on the sides and enough buttons loose on the front to expose some cleavage. Additionally, you'd wear a black leather jacket, skinny jeans, and leather boots. To warm yourself up, you smoothed your hands over your curves. Massimo was the one you were hoping would warm you up. In spite of this, although you were pretty sure that you would have sex tonight, you weren't someone who would be that forthcoming.

Together, you went back inside his apartment.

From across the kitchen, he looked at you and you thought he was going to kiss you, but he just smiled and told you you had a good glasses game. You could feel yourself starting to get turned on as he bit his lip and complimented you, your pussy getting a little wet and your clit swelling just a little.

He looked at you across the couch after you ate the late supper and finally asked if he could kiss you. Although you were surprised he knew how to ask for something instead of demanding it, your heart exploded with desire as soon as his lips touched yours. As he moved his hands up and under your shirt, he moved you around on his lap and grabbed your cute, generous ass through your jeans.

"No bra, huh?" Massimo teased, playing with your hardened nipples.

"I wanted to give you easier access," you laughed briefly. You slowly moved your hips as you licked his neck and nibbled on his ear.

"I want to eat you out," Torricelli said, simply and matter of factly.

His directness and frankness about something you so desperately wanted amazed you. You didn't need to hear that twice. You let out a sigh and said, "Yes, please."

After taking your hand, he led you to the bedroom where he commanded you to lie on the bed, and then he unzipped your pants, pulling them over your hips and under your ass until he discarded them on the floor.

He took a moment to look at you before unbuttoning your shirt and kissing down your body, kissing your perky, round tits and teasing you with his tongue as he took your nipple in his mouth. You let out soft moans as he played with your tits, and used one finger to trace the slit between your pussy lips through your lacy panties.

"So fucking wet," he said to you as he bit his lip. "I can't wait to taste you, amore mio."

He kissed down your soft stomach and down your hips, and he spread your legs and pulled off your panties. He kneeled in front of you and started gently licking the entire length of your pussy with his whole tongue, avoiding her clit the first few times and then gently circling it with his tongue. You grasped the sheets underneath and tilted your head backward in pleasure letting out a long, loud moan.

"Fuck yes, that feels so fucking good. Jesus fucking Christ," you whispered, running the tip of your tongue along your upper lip.

He continued to gently and methodically lick and tease you. He then put two fingers inside of you and started stroking your sensitive spot while moving his fingers in and out of your soaking, throbbing pussy. You were ready to come, and couldn't hold it in any longer. He pumped his fingers in and out of you while he licked your clit with a rhythm that made you come, harder than you had in a long time. You thought Massimo would be done, but he waited until your first orgasm subsided. Torricelli continued to gently touch your G-spot as his fingers moved in and out of you. He licked around your inner lips until you were less sensitive and he moved back up to your clit. You came again, this time within seconds of his tongue touching your clit again.

You pulled him up and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips; it was a delicious sensation. "You are really skilled, Massimo," you purred. You quickly undid his shirt and pants, and he helped you remove both his pants and boxers in one go. You looked at him, straddled him, and kissed him passionately. As your tongue explored his mouth, you could still taste your pussy. As you kissed him down his neck and chest, you played with his chest hair, and you licked each of his nipples. After reaching down, you gently stroked his cock as you made your way between his legs and knelt between them. 

You made sure to catch his eye, and before you could take him in your mouth, he said, "You know, I jerked off a few times earlier today thinking about this."

You licked your lips, smiling at him mischievously.

He looked you in the eye and whispered, "You're so fucking hot, Y/N."

You licked around the head and then took his whole cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, choking on him, as you moved your mouth up and down as he got harder and harder. You started playing with his balls with your spare hand at his request, gently caressing them and then licking down his cock and taking them in your mouth.

Massimo moaned deeply.

You took him in your mouth again, licking your way up and down his cock before deep throating him again.

He pulled you up to him and said, "I want you to ride my cock."

You straddled him quickly and used your hand to guide him inside you. You both moaned as he entered your wet pussy. You rode his cock, Massimo played with your tits, you used one hand to play with his balls and moaned as they moved your hips together, making sure he got as deep inside you as possible.

You looked at him and claimed, "You know, I wanted you to watch me touch myself..."

As you rode his cock, you circled your clit with your index and middle fingers and told him how good it felt to have him inside you. In a matter of minutes, you would reach another climax and your pussy would constrict around his cock. As you breathed in, you uttered, "Oh my god, that feels so fucking good."

As soon as Massimo pulled away from you, he laid down on his side and told you he wanted to try the sixty-nine.

You couldn't pass up another opportunity to let him lick your pussy; you were already dreaming about his soft tongue exploring your soft folds. Straddling his face slowly, you leaned down and took his cock in your mouth again. At first, your tongue swirled around his tip before you took his entire length into your mouth, resting his tip against the back of your throat, gagging a bit, and feeling tears form in the corners of your eyes as you did.

Your folds were slowly dragged up and down by Massimo's tongue. With one of his strong hands, he spread your pussy lips to gain better access. He then stuck his tongue into your pussy, trying to lick your inner walls that were already so slick from your previous orgasm that his cock twitched as he tasted you.

You moaned loudly around his cock, sending vibes through his member.

As Massimo flicked his tongue up and down your clit again, he nestled his free hand onto the crown of your head, pushing you closer to his groin. Eventually, he stopped eating you out and spat on your exposed clit, eliciting a loud whimper from you. "Does it feel good, huh?" Torricelli asked, his voice husky.

You whimpered after pulling his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop. "Yes, oh God, yes!"

Massimo chuckled and started eating your pussy again; his middle and index fingers soon joined his tongue, stretching your pussy out nicely.

"Fuck!" You muttered loudly and returned to sucking on his throbbing cock.

You licked and sucked each other until you both came.

When he spurted his thick cum into your mouth, you swallowed it all like a good girl.

As your pussy clung around his fingers, Massimo swallowed all of your juices that poured out of your cunt and cleaned you up with his tongue.

After getting off him, you were tucked in his strong arms, as his hands ran up and down your back, teasing your spine and sending chills all over your naked, hot body.

"Amore mio, è stato perfetto," a loving whisper brushed against your ear before Massimo bit on your earlobe gently.

You sighed and rubbed his forearms, smiling widely to yourself. Another smutty intercourse was already on your agenda.