Can U Write A Part 2 To Ur Batman Story? I Just Wanna See Them Go All The Way Lol, Or At Let Reader Return

can u write a part 2 to ur batman story? i just wanna see them go all the way lol, or at let reader return the favor😉

First part. They don't go all the way, but the reader does return the favor.

You were not but a few steps into your home when you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist. You didn’t jump quite as hard as the first time Batman was in your apartment, but he still managed to startle you. 

You feel the vibration of the man’s chuckle through his suit before the deep rumble of his voice hits your ear, “I thought we were past this,” he says. His lips trace the shell of your ear before his gloved fingers are at the collar of your uniform to pull the fabric from your neck and gain more access to your skin. 

“And I thought I had gotten you a bell,” you respond. 

You turn to face the man and press a soft kiss to his lips. You wanted to get your fingers below his cowl and push the garment off, but you instead settled for running your fingers across the skin you had access to. 

The kiss grew feverish and then you’re stumbling to your bedroom. You soon found yourself pressed against the wood of your door and you let out a grunt at the weight of the other man against you.

On your journey to your bedroom, Batman had pulled your clothing off and left them in a messy trail to your destination. The feel of his suit against your bare skin made you shiver, and your head fell with a soft thunk on the door. 

One of his thighs made its way between yours, making it entirely too easy to find your pleasure by bringing your hips into his thigh. You moaned into the man’s mouth at the friction against your cock, and then his hands were at your hips to bring you together over and over again. 

“Wait,” you said when you pulled away from the kiss. You both went still and panted from the buildup, “don’t I have the favor to return?” One of your hands went between his legs to cup his crotch. Though he probably couldn’t feel anything through the protection he wore over his groin, the man let out a low moan.

“You’ll have to help me with this,” you said, sending a sheepish smile his way. 

Quicker than you would have been able to, Batman had his clothed cock free before hooking his fingers into your underwear to pull them down. 

You didn’t think it was quite fair that you were now fully naked while Batman only had his cock free, but those thoughts all went away at the hot feel of his cock wrapped around your fingers. It was long and thick, thick enough that you almost weren’t able to get a singular hand around the both of you. 

His lips met your once you began a steady pace, his tongue just as wet as the head of his cock against yours. The kiss broke with a gasp, a noise that you couldn’t tell was your own or was Batman’s. 

You felt the cool cowl of Batman’s mask on your neck before it was replaced by the feel of his teeth at your neck. He bit into the overheated skin before soothing the spot with his tongue. The tip of his tongue traced a wet path up your neck before you were pulled into a wet kiss mostly made of tongue. 

It was hard to keep up with the kiss as you felt your edge approaching. You could only hope the moan you let out into his mouth was warning enough before your cock pulsed against his and shot out ropes of cum over your fist. 

Batman let out a similar noise before his mess met yours. The warm wetness coated your fingers, and the abundance of both loads dripped down your fingers. 

You had to bend down quickly and grab your underwear to make sure none dripped down onto the floor. You wiped at your hand quickly before swiping the cloth across your cock. You felt Batman shiver when you ran the garment over his sensitive flesh and you leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips as a means to apologize. 

“You didn’t have a wet wipe in that belt of yours?” You asked when you moved past the man to toss the dirty fabric in the hamper you had in a corner of your room. 

You heard a soft chuckle from the man and then the clink of his belt as he tucked himself away and pulled his pants back on, “next time I will bring them,” he promised. 

Next time. You felt your cock twitch at the two words and stepped up to the man slowly. Your lips met his in another soft kiss. Your hands went to his chest, whereas his went to your hips to bring you closer. 

When the kiss was over, the man glanced over at the window and then back to your face. Momentarily, a flash of sadness filled his eyes, but you sent a soft smile his way. 

“Go,” you nodded towards the window, “I also have a door as well,” you said with a smirk.

Batman was out your window quietly, but not before he kissed you until the smirk was off your face.

Soft on me (male reader version)

Summary: every time you and Steve fuck, you do it his way, because Captain America is always in charge. But what happens when Stevie wakes up after an exhausting mission and finds himself tied to his bed, with you on top of him…

Content Warning: smut (anal sex), powerplay, Sub/Dom dynamics, teasing, bondage (steve is retrained), nicknames (Captain, Sweetheart,…), Nomad Stevie, fluff, Steve and reader are NOT in an established relationship at the beginning of this, use of "good boy" (both parties), top Steve, bottom reader.

A/N: since I've been getting a bunch of male reader requests I figured this would be the easiest way to ease the cravings :)) this is one of my old stories I rewrote to be male reader, I really hope you like it!!!

Disclaimer: male reader fics are not my forte. This was written by a women from a female point of view so I really hope you guys like it. Requests and feedback are always welcome, lmk if you wanna be on my taglist <3.

Before he even opened his eyes, he could feel the weight of your body straddling his.

“Morning!” you chirped, a wide grin plastered on your face.

Steve’s eyes fluttered open, immediately greeted with the sight of you on top of him.

You looked amazing, covered in hickeys and bruised from the night before The only thing you were wearing was a black, satin tie, and there was nothing but mischief in your eyes.

The second he tried to move, he could feel the tug on his wrists. The sound of the metal handcuffs rattling against the bars of his bedpost.

“Howdy there big boy, where do you think you’re going?” You teased.

“Untie me.” He simply said, entirely unamused.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” You asked, not planning on giving in so soon. 

“Fun huh? Well if that’s what you’re looking for, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”

“Not today, Captain. Because today, I’m in charge.” You stated with a proud smile.

“You realize I can easily just break these silly cuffs and bend you over my lap, right?” He said, already fed up with your games.

“Go ahead and try.” You dared him.

Steve felt the slightest bit of worry mixed with curiosity in his stomach as he stared up at you.

He chuckled before tugging hard on the cuffs, expecting them to snap at the movement. To his surprise, they didn’t budge.

“Vibranium.” You said, answering the question you knew lingered on his lips.

“I had Shuri make them for me a while ago. Been waiting for the perfect moment to break them in, although you and I both know, they won’t actually break, will they?”

Oh he was fuming.

“Get me out of these fucking cuffs!” He yelled.

“Oh would you relax, you big baby!” You chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to his bearded cheek.

“You remember your safeword?” You asked, using the same tone he always used on you.

“This isn’t fucking funny,”

“Yeah well I’m not fucking laughing, am I? Now watch your language before I spank you.”

He only growled in response.

Although he was being grumpy, you knew he would use the safeword if you actually pushed him too far out of his comfort zone.

Giving him a lighthearted smile, you moved to press slow kisses all over his frown.

A deep sigh escaped through Steves nose. The way you peppered sweet kisses all over his face put him at ease.

“Fine.” He breathed. “What do you have in store for me, huh? Are you gonna use my body as you please? Come all over Captain’s cock?”

“Stop that.” You warned, swatting his chest.

“What?”

“Stop taking control! You’re tied up. I’m on top. My rules.” You argued.

“So you keep saying” he chuckled. “What exactly are ‘your rules’?”

Taking a second to think about his question, you huffed out in frustration.

“Cut me some slack, I’m not used to this” you whined, dropping your head on his chest.

The fabric of his cotton shirt felt heavenly against your skin. It was all soft and comfortable, and it smelled like him.

“You’re comfy.” You said. “Just give me a minute and I’ll figure out what to do next.”

His heart melted. You were like a cat, snuggling into his shirt. It did feel really nice, but he’d be damned if he’d just admit that to you.

“So you tied me to the bed, to cuddle?” He raised his brow, giving you an amused look.

“Maybe I did”

You wrapped your arms around his torso and nuzzled against his beard.

“Hmm, you smell good.” You hummed, pressing light kisses up his neck.

“You’re a horrible dom.” Steve raised his brow.

You shushed him and pressed your lips against his. Your hands slid over his shoulders to his hair, fingers tangling in his dark golden locks.

Your hips started grinding against his, cock rubbing against the growing bulge hidden in his pants.

Pulling your lips from his, you sat up straight, still grinding into him, slowly.

“I’m going to give you a lesson in patience.”

“You?” He straight up laughed in your face. “You’re the one begging for me to fuck you every time I so much as breath too close to you.”

Your face turned red. You didn’t even know if it was anger or embarrassment, but you were starting to get pissed.

This wasn’t going to work, not like this.

“Fine.” You huffed, stopping your movements. “You’re right, I do want Captain to fuck me.”

Your voice was sultry, silky smooth. Just how he liked it. Never breaking eye contact with Steve, you slowly slithered down his body, leaving teasing pecks all over his cotton covered chest and stomach until your face was right in front of his painfully hard cock.

Pulling up his shirt slightly, you pressed more kisses on his abdomen, above his hips, down his happy trail. Fingers eagerly tugging on his waistband before finally pulling out his fat dick.

Steve didn’t say a word, he just watched you intently. Registering your every move. He watched as you licked a long, firm stripe up the base of his length, all the way to his tip before circling it with your tongue.

“Oh fuck” he breathed. “There you go, just like that, good boy.”

Your tongue swirled over his slit, tasting the single drop of precum. But instead of taking him in your mouth, you just kept teasing him.

Pressing light kisses up and down his shaft. Fondling with his balls, until he groaned, bucking his hips into nothing.

“Ah ah,…patience.” You teased. “That shouldn’t be hard for you, right Captain?”

Steve growled, but it quickly turned into a whine as you latched your mouth around his dripping tip.

You hummed in delight, wanting to hear that sound again. And you weren’t disappointed, the vibrations of your moans against him made him loose his mind.

“Oh FUCK” he nearly screamed. Trying to get you to take him deeper, but you just pulled back every time he got too far.

This would usually be the part where he gripped your hair, forcing himself down your throat until you gagged around him.

Before you met Steve, you often opted for more…vanilla sex. Simply because no one you ever met did rough sex right.

Steve did. Oh he SO did. He respected you, you know he did. Which is exactly why it was so easy to give yourself to him, completely and entirely.

Sex with Steve is easily the best sex you’ve ever had. It was nice to have someone take over control when you needed it. Especially in your line of work. But lately you’ve just been wanting to try something new.

Well, not new for you, new for Steve.

A little TLC, if you will. You felt like you both deserved it, after the missions you’ve had.

You pulled away from him entirely. Sitting up as you watched Steve, tugging at the cuffs as he writhed and squirmed on the bed.

“My poor, Stevie.” You cooed, moving to lay beside him.

“When I get out of these damn cuffs-”

“- you’ll ruin me, I know I know.” You finished his sentence. “Don’t get ahead of yourself Captain Rogers. We’ve barely gotten started”

You turned on your side to face him, draping your leg over his, you snuggled against him and kissed his cheek, sweetly brushing your fingers through his hair.

“I wouldn’t have to tie you up if you could just learn to behave.”

He gave you a questioning look.

“Just trust me” you said, your hand travelled down his body, grabbing his still throbbing erection.

“Let me take care of you, Stevie.” You cooed, nibbling on his ear, slowly pumping his shaft

His breathing hitched, it was safe to say that Steve was a little confused.

“You’re going soft on me.” He whispered, making you smirk.

“And you’re getting hard on me.”

You moved to slide off his pants entirely before finally getting on top of him again.

The internal struggle visible in his eyes made you giggle.

“Steve, would you relax?”

“Untie me.” He asked yet again.

“Why?” You raised a brow.

“Because I want to touch you” his voice was softer than before. You could hear how hard he tried to sound stern. How hard he tried not to beg. 

You didn’t reply as you spit in your hand, reaching down to coat Steve's hard cock with your saliva. You reached over to the nightstand to grab the lube, giving him one more soft kiss before squeezing some of the sticky liquid on his cock. You gave him a few more strokes before finally sinking down on him carefully.

His eyes rolled back and he let out a satisfied groan. Even over his shirt, you felt the vibrations rumble in his chest as your fingertips pressed into the soft flesh, making you moan.

You slowly started riding him, slightly raising your hips with every sway, making his hard cock slip halfway out of your asshole every time before plunging back in as your cock rubbed against the patch of hair going up his lower belly.

You were in heaven.

“If I untie you, do you promise you’ll be a good boy?” You questioned. You were a mess, eyes closed and mouth slightly hanging open in pure bliss.

But Steve was stubborn. He kept his mouth shut and watched you ride him.

You groaned impatiently and grabbed his jaw, squeezing his cheeks between your fingers.

“I asked you a question, Steve.”

You squeezed your hole tightly around his throbbing cock, before stilling your movements.

“Are you going to be a good boy?”

Steve tried bucking his hips up in frustration but you didn’t move.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Steve expected you to lift off him, tease him some more, just like he would do when you were being a brat. But you didn’t.

You kept moving at a slow, sensual pace. You whined as you trailed your hands over his chest, to his neck once more before moving them to your own body. The tingling sensation of his hot skin lingered on your fingers as you ran them over your own chest, imagining it were Steve’s rough hands softly caressing your skin.

As he watched you, and he felt you, Steve realized how handsome you were. Not that he had never noticed before, just not like this. Soft moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips as you moved on top of him, your fingers trailing over your soft skin.

His hands itched, god he would do anything to touch you right now, but he also noticed how being restrained from doing so made everything so much more intense.

It was different from when he had you tied up. You weren’t being as cruel as he would be. You didn’t toy with him as much and you weren’t nearly as mean, quite the opposite actually. You were being so soft and sweet.

That’s when it hit him. You didn’t want control. You just wanted some soft loving.

“Untie me”

“No.”

“Untie me, baby please?”

“Steve” you whined

“Untie me and I’ll give you what you want.”

You tore your eyes open, glaring down at him.

He let out a deep sigh before uttering the words “I’ll be a good boy.”

You couldn’t believe he actually said it. Steve never gave up control. Ever.

“Just let me touch you? Please?” He begged.

Steve Rogers. Captain freaking America, begging you to let him touch you.

He was right, you were a horrible dom.

You moved your hands to the cuffs. The fingerprint scanner Shuri had put in there proved to work perfectly as they clicked open the second your finger pad touched the middle part.

“You can keep the cuffs, just know that they only open with my touch” you said, flinging the piece of vibranium on the floor.

“Good, I don’t plan on using them with anyone else.” Steve breathed, sitting up as his hands flew to your waist.

He put his head against your chest, the side of his face pressed against your sternum.

“Steve” you exhaled. Part of you had expected him to take back control right away, flipping you over and fucking you into the mattress until you came so many times you saw stars (and stripes lol).

Instead, Steve just held you like that for a while. 

This was probably the most intimate moment you had ever shared with Steve. And it made you realize how much you had been longing for this, how much you needed to just…feel him. To let go with him. Not just of control, of everything. Steve owned you. Mind, body and soul. 

The palms of his hands were pressed flat against your back, holding you close against him while your hands played with his hair.

He was still buried deep inside of you, but neither of you moved, just basking in body heat, enjoying each others embrace.

“I’m kinda offended that you feel like you had to tie me up for this.” Steve finally spoke up.

For a split second, you thought you saw hurt flash through his eyes.

“Oh Stevie” you cradled his face, ducking down to press a slow kiss against his lips.

You both moaned into the kiss, suddenly aware of your position, you slowly started moving again.

You both kept each other close as you found a pleasurable pace.

“I’m sorry.” he breathed in between moans.

“W-what for?” You asked hazily.

“For…oh fuck…for making you feel like you…shit…like you couldn’t just…a-ask” he spoke as the pleasure increased with the tempo, his cock hitting your prostate with every move.  

“Oh Steve!” You moaned loudly. Feeling his fingers slide down to stroke your cock.

Your orgasm came over you in waves, drowning everything around you out for a blissful moment as you rode it through, marking Steve's chest with your cum.

The clenching of your asshole and the angelic sounds tumbling over your lips made Steve shudder as he shot his hot load inside of you.

“Oh FUCK, BABY!” He almost crushed your body against his. Grip tightening around you as you felt his warm seed covering the fluttering walls of your asshole.

Steve pressed his lips against yours as you both road out your highs.

Chests heaved against one other. The smell of sex surrounded your sweat and cum covered bodies, but neither of you cared.

When he softly pulled away from the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours before falling back against the bed, taking you with him.

You stayed on top of him for a second until he finally rolled you over and gently pulled out of you.

“I’ll be right back.” He pressed a chaste kiss against your cheek before disappearing into the bathroom.

His absence only lasted a few minutes, but it gave you time to take off your tie, dropping it on the floor next to the rest of your discarded clothes. 

Steve returned wearing a fresh pair of boxer shorts, carrying a wet washing cloth and a little towel in his hands.  

He only gave you a soft smile. Wordlessly cleaning up the mess between your thighs and on your chest before getting rid of the towel. He gave you one of his clean boxers, fighting off the fresh wave of dirty thoughts that seeing you in his underwear brought on. You quietly put them on, blushing as Steve came to lie down next to you, immediately pulling you close.

“You okay?” You both spoke up at the same time, giggling a little at the slightly awkward moment.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You said with a smile.

He grinned back at you, “me too.”

A comfortable silence settled in between the two of you. This time you were the one to break it.

“Well…that was…different.”

“Yeah…it was.” Steve replied 

“did you..I mean…was it good different or…or bad different?”

Steve turned to look at you. Studying your face for a moment before leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss against your lips. 

“I don’t ever want anyone else." He said when he pulled back. 

You didn’t know how to reply, so you just looked at him with soft eyes, allowing him to continue.

“I know that this…thing…between us has been… it’s just…I want you to know that it’s more than just blowing off steam or something. And I’m sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about…you know…trying to slow it down a little sometimes…”

Trying your best not to burst into tears like a lovesick teenager, you swallowed before speaking again. 

“I know you’ve been through a lot, Steve. I just want you to know that…I’m not going anywhere.”

“Me neither, baby. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” he gave you a goofy smile.

“Now who’s going soft on who, rogers?” You teased.

“Keep talking and that’s not gonna be a problem for much longer, sweetheart,” he said, leaning in to capture your lips once more as you felt his cock already starting to harden against your hip.

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Weak spot

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x [gender neutral] Reader Kinktober prompt: Oral Fixation Tags: Oral / sloppy / lots of spit / no plot / he's absolutely wrecked / his titt gets bitten !!

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          It was funny, really. Just a weak spot you happened to find while Zoro was drunk and insisted that you should keep the kiss going for a little longer than usual. He didn’t remember it the next morning, but you made sure to keep a mental note of it so that you could have something extra for him in the right moments. Like now.

Zoro was on top of you, pressing closer as he kissed your lips, giving you multiple pecks with soft groans. His body was over yours, an arm by each side of your head, and he wouldn’t pull away from you no matter the complaints.

“‘Need you,” Zoro would groan between kisses.

The fact he needed you wasn’t the problem, it’s just that you’d rather have a little bit more control right now, do something other than just holding on to his hips while he suffocated you against the mattress like that. It took you a while, but you finally managed to get a grasp on the hair on the back of his head—it was short, yeah, making it harder to tug on it, though it was still enough. Zoro gasped at the sharp pain on the back of his head, giving you just enough space and time to push your tongue inside his mouth.

Zoro’s mouth tasted like sake and another non-alcoholic drink he’d had earlier to help with the heat of the day, the same drink you’d had, so the kiss didn’t have a bad taste. You let your tongue press down to his, then ran it along the back of his teeth before pressing to his tongue again. It alone made Zoro moan as he pressed his tongue back against yours, deepening the kiss.

When Zoro tried to pull away, however, you kept your hand on the back of his head to hold him in place and keep the kiss going. Zoro whined lightly with it, his hands balling into fists as he had no choice other than to kiss you in return. Don’t get him wrong—Zoro loved it, but he was also a little anxious since it was something new with you, at least while he was sober.

A muffled moan came from Zoro’s throat, deep, followed but a sharp gasp as you kissed him. Your tongue rolled around his, and opening your eyes briefly, you could see Zoro rolling his eyes back with the way your tongue glided against his. Great.

Zoro whimpered, gasping softly as he uselessly tried to keep up with the kiss, but he just let it grow sloppy, not caring any more as long as you kept kissing him so good like that. Aw, shit.

Your name escaped Zoro’s lips in a long, dragged groan once you finally let him go. He felt so weak at the way you’d found out about that, all awkward, shy, but… That was also good. Anticipation drummed under his skin as he thought about all the stuff you could do to him, and he would just accept it, of course.

Many thoughts clouded Zoro’s mind, making it fuzzy as you exchanged positions with him and took the top this time, straddling his hips. The strength Zoro once had was now reduced to bits; he just accepted being at your mercy, his face burning red.

“Don’t be dramatic,” you breathed as if you could read his mind, grinning. “You love this.”

“Shut up,” Zoro groaned, but he didn’t fight you when your hands tugged on the hem of his shirt. A chuckle escaped your lips, and you pecked his lips before getting rid of his shirt properly. He lay there, looking at you, waiting for whatever you were going to do to him. He was complicated.

You rolled your eyes at your own thoughts, ignoring the glare Zoro sent you, and instead moved to kiss along his jaw. Zoro sighed, relaxing against the mattress as his hands wrapped around your waist. It felt good at first, but it got better as you kept using your mouth on him, kissing and sucking on his skin without restrictions. He was so lost in it that he only came back to reality again when your mouth met his chest—there was a specific nibble around his nipple that made him moan and arch his back, consequently pushing into your touches.

“Damn it,” Zoro sighed as your lips ran along his v-lines, teasing the skin while your hands worked on his pants. Were you going that fast already? He didn’t feel like arguing, though, sighing softly as he propped up on his elbows so that he could look at you. It was hot, honestly.

Zoro helped you with removing his pants and boxers, but he couldn’t help but be a little extra flustered at the fact he was the only one naked there. You still kept your clothes on, eyeing him so hungrily. He didn’t know what to expect now, but his cock was rock hard between his legs, twitching again once your lips returned to his chest. How was he supposed to resist it? Having you using your mouth on him was the best thing he could imagine right now. He was hard ever since you trapped him in that kiss, taking his breath away and making his eyes roll back with pleasure.

Sparkles ran down Zoro’s spine with the way you nipped on his chest, sometimes actually giving his pecs full-mouth bites, and he could already see where you were going, after some point. He’d happily learned that you loved leaving marks on his chest—marks that sometimes let everyone know who he belonged to whenever he wore a kimono or removed his shirt.

Thankfully enough, you were going down again. Zoro already expected it but still jumped and gasped when he felt your tongue on the underside of his cock, running from the base to the tip while it still rested heavily against his stomach, leaking.

No way, you were fucking pampering him, giving him the best time he could ever wish for, using your mouth so nicely on him like that. You lay on the bed, between his thighs, holding his cock by the base while eyeing its tip. All of it was so hot to Zoro, for some reason. He loved the way your mouth looked when your tongue peeked out, giving his tip kitten licks to wipe away the pre-cum. Eventually, the licks grew bigger, with the new objective of coating his fat, mushroom tip with your spit.

Zoro hissed, biting his lip when you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked on it, pressing your tongue flat against his slip. It was so warm and wet. Were you trying to make him cum quick?

Your lips looked so pretty, all flushed and swollen as they ran up and down the side of Zoro’s cock, letting the spit escape your lips abundantly. He didn’t care if his elbows would start hurting from sinking into the mattress like that for so long—he couldn’t miss the show. Your hand pressed his cock against his stomach again, and you licked along the veins on his underside. So hot. Zoro let out a long moan as you went from his base to the tip again, making a zigzag motion with your tongue that didn’t fail to reach all the good spots.

“Mmph…” Zoro’s breath was unsteady, and he was absolutely dazed.

Zoro felt his cock twitch in your touch when your lips latched around his tip again, licking away the pre-cum once more. Different from what you’d been doing so far, you started to actually take him into your mouth this time.

“Shit, you feel so good,” Zoro moaned, thighs quivering. “Your mouth feels so good.”

You leaned in, taking about a third into your mouth. The second time, you took half of it. Within a few times, Zoro could finally feel his tip reach the back of his throat, snatching a low groan from him. Unlike the other times, though, you kept Zoro in your mouth for longer, swallowing around him and running your tongue along the underside as you pulled back, slowly. You blinked, looking at Zoro from under your lashes—he was going to lose it.

Curses escaped Zoro’s mouth as you took his cock into your mouth again. This time, you slowly took it all inside again, swallowing around him once more, but you didn’t pull away so soon. Your hands were tight around his waist, and your mouth was hot around his cock. He couldn’t take his eyes off your lips, the way they stretched around him so perfectly, and the way spit trailed down the corners of your mouth. It was sloppy, messy, but it was also so fucking good. Zoro let out a shaky breath, hands curling around the bedsheets.

The next moan that spilled from his lips was throaty and loud—you’d re-found his sensitive spot under the tip of his cock, tonguing at it, making his cock twitch and leak more. He hummed, struggling to keep his hips still.

“Don’t stop— Don’t, don’t,” Zoro’s voice fell in frustration as you stopped tonguing at his tip, and your attention was on his balls instead. He liked that, but he also knew it was a method of delaying his orgasm; he scrunched his nose, holding onto the bedsheets tighter as your tongue ran along his balls before you sucked on them lightly. He couldn’t help the moans, breath faltering and sometimes melting into whimpers.

You were so hot. Your mouth felt so good. Zoro could feel himself going to heaven and coming back, mind fuzzy, eyes rolling back as your mouth went up his cock again. You were tonguing at his sensitive spot again before your tongue pressed to his slit, then your mouth was hot and wet around his cock once more.

Zoro did his best not to push his hips up into your mouth—he wanted to feel your mouth work on him, not to fuck your mouth this time. He whimpered pathetically, biting his lip as you deep-throated him, swallowing around his cock before actually sucking on it. His whole body felt so hot, melting under your touches, as he threw his head back. Sweat trailed down his skin, his muscles straining under your touches as it kept getting harder and harder to keep his composure.

He eventually gave up on holding back his sounds, openly moaning when your cheeks hollowed around his cock—he hissed and pressed his eyes shut for a moment before he tried to gather himself together again. He needed to see your lips all wet and swollen around his cock. See the cum trailing down your lips once he came.

The tingling was already forming itself in the bottom of Zoro’s stomach, the knot tightening as you kept working on him with unwavering determination, doing him so fucking good. He hissed, one of his eyes closing as he struggled to keep observing you.

“Mmph,” Zoro whimpered, calling your name weakly before he was fucking cumming, thighs quivering as he arched his back a little. Still, he observed it as you kept sucking him off, milking him dry until the last drop of cum and the first tinge of overstimulation. He gasped for air as if he’d been underwater all this time once you finally pulled away, panting heavily, and the fact you had some of his cum trailing down the corner of your mouth along with spit didn’t help. He was so lost.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

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SOBER REALIZATIONS

dom!joel miller x dad!male reader

genre: neighbor joel, no outbreak au, explicit, minors dni

summary: after waking up in joel’s bed — naked, you try your best to ignore him, but joel’s persistence becomes apparent when he interrupts dinner with your daughter.

warnings: infidelity, strong language, fingering, porn with plot, joel is 40, reader is 38, unprotected P in A, dirty talk, outdoor sex, fingering, praise and degrading, cockwarming, choking

word count: 7.8k

a/n: dividers by @firefly-graphics

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YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHAT WOKE YOU UP FIRST. THE PAIN-SPLITTING HEADACHE OR THE ACHE AND SORENESS IN YOUR BUTT.

A string of sun rays hit you straight in the face, and you were agitated that it was the morning and that you had to be an adult.

You mumbled and grumbled as you brought your hands up toward your forehead. You knew it wouldn't help with the pain right away, but it would bring some of it down. The hangover you got was coming like a truck, and the sun wasn't doing any favors of slowing the pain down.

Getting up from your bed felt like it would be an impossible task. Your eyes were blurry from the headache in your head. Moving your hands away from your face and down by your side, you took a deep breath and contemplated getting out of —

Your hand hit something on your side, something hard.

You squint your eyes and look to your right, and that's when you see it — a tanned body next to you.

Your eyes open wide as you sit up, and you notice it’s Joel Miller. A married Joel Miller is naked, next to you, who is also naked — and in the same bed he and Adaline share.

You have trouble breathing for a second but then catch the staggering breaths. You slowed down to process the night before.

Going over to Joel’s to drink, getting drunk, the question, then you touching his bulge. Then the city boy, nickname/pet name. Your head yelled at you to stop what was happening, but you ignored it. The rough sex that resulted in you being in Joel’s bed.

You facepalmed before cursing yourself, slowing your head down; you knew you had to get out of his bed while he was sleeping out from the alcohol you both consumed.

You slowly slid toward the edge of the till your feet were near the end of the bed. Softly placing both feet on the wooden floor below you — standing up, you felt pain in your thighs, like an intense vibration.

That sensation made you fall on your knee; you held yourself up the best you could with the bed on your side. It felt like your legs were jelly under your weight, but you had to escape this predicament.

Walking out and down the stairs of Joel’s house was a mission on its own; you almost slipped down his stairs at least twice. Finally, making it on the floor, you see Joel and your clothes sprawled, the two glasses you drank from on the coffee table, and the bottle of rum you bought over — almost empty.

You shook your head and grabbed your clothes, and put them on, hoping that. Marigold, Sarah, or Joel wasn't seeing you naked. As you slipped your clothes on, you heard Joel upstairs, mumbling and grumbling.

Then you heard the floor creak above you, and your eyes widened. You slip your shoes on as fast as possible and slip out of the front door as quickly and quietly as possible. Once outside, you take deep breaths — like you were getting choked.

Hands on your knees and gasping for breath, you feel the bile coming up your throat. Holding in your cheeks, you release the contents in your stomach on the grass next to you. After throwing up, you shuffled your feet toward your front door.

Groaning in pain as you open your door, you notice Sarah and Marigold sleeping on the couch in the living room. You smile at the thought of the girls having a fun/eventful night.

You rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen, got a glass of water, opened the ibuprofen, and popped a pill in your mouth, taking a swig of water for the medicine to travel down your throat easier/faster.

Exhaling a breath and looking around your kitchen, you feel defeated that what you did with Joel might eat you alive for a long time.

“C’mon, city boy, let's be an adult.”

“Do you want to go out to eat?” Marigold asks.

You look up from the paperwork you are doing in your kitchen.

“What made you think of that?”

“Well, we barely go out to eat, anyway. I mean, when was the last time we enjoyed dinner, father, and daughter?”

You slowly nod and think about the last time you and Marigold actually went to dinner, she had to be ten the last time, and now she’s fifteen.

You did need a stress reliever from the paperwork; you could always do the paperwork another day; or procrastinate.

“Any suggestions?” You shrug.

Marigold puts her fingers to her chin as if concentrating hard on her answer. But then her eyes light up with astonishment.

“What's that one place where it's like a family-owned business, and they used to give the kids milkshake with Twisler straws?”

You had to think about what she said. Many family-oriented businesses resided in Austin at times, hell you own a bakery your dad wanted to build back when you were a kid. But the milkshake with the Twisler straws made you scratch your head.

“I’m drawing a blank, Mare. Do you remember the letter of the building? Or anything that stuck out to you?” You ask.

“They had light-up letters, with a pattern of blue and red, while the background was blue, and the red and blue lights flashed at times,” Marigold explained.

It was on the tip of your tongue, and you hated that you couldn't immediately remember the name. It had to be something familiar that it almost pissed you off that you couldn't —

You clap your hands with an answer. “Pete’s?”

“Oh my god, yes!” Marigold exclaimed.

“I can't believe I didn't remember that place.”

“Me either,” Marigold breathed.

“Hell yeah, let's go!” You smile. Marigold smiles from ear to ear as you get up from your seat.

“Do you think Sarah has ever been to Pete’s?” Marigold asks.

Your heart sank as you felt cold, grabbing your keys off the coffee table. Involving Sarah would’ve been friendly, but you wanted it to be a father-daughter night. And you knew your daughter; whenever she brings up Sarah, somehow Sarah has joined the party —which you didn't mind, just after last night, you wouldn’t want to see any Miller.

“Maybe, Joel might’ve,” You shrugged.

“Maybe the four of us can go one night,” Marigold smiled.

You nodded, hoping that the conversation would end there. “That sounds nice. You ready to go?” Marigold’s smile beams as she bounces her head.

Out the front door, Marigold races to the passenger seat of your black 1967 Chevrolet Impala and is almost bouncing with anticipation. As you unlock the doors, standing in between the open door and the leather seat, you see Joel and Sarah watching something on the TV and your heart aches. You were happy that Sarah could be with her dad and not worry about anything.

But it destroyed you that you could be what Sarah would have to worry about.

Marigold’s hand finds its way over to the horn and hits her palm smack in the middle. “You coming?”

You snap out of your head and sit in the driver's seat, closing the door and starting the car up, and hearing the engine roar to life.

“When are you going to get a new car? Don't get me wrong, I love this one, but don't you think you deserve something better?”

“What do you mean?” You ask, moving the stick shift to drive. “This car is something better,” You start driving.

You didn't tell Marigold or anyone this, not even your best friend — your ex-wife. It was a gift from your late dad, and you couldn’t simply part from it. So you fixed it, got it working, and now it's yours.

You start driving out of the cul-de-sac, and you notice Marigold already has her headphone in her ears and is texting away. You shake your head and smile as you drive to Pete’s and be hopeful that the night goes smoothly and quickly as you planned it — in your head.

But a part of you wished you had asked who Marigold was texting. A chill ran down your spine as you thought of Mare texting Sarah and Joel would arrive unannounced. But he wouldn't do that, right? Right?

At Pete’s, your worries are off as you pull up in the parking lot, noticing it fills up fast with many cars.

Being seated, you notice that Marigold is bouncing in anticipation; you can't tell if she’s more excited about a milkshake with a Twisler straw or the memories returning to her head. You can't help but smile at how adorable your daughter is acting.

She notices you and stops bouncing.

“What are you smiling about?”

“You, you're adorable,” You comment.

Marigold shakes her head and looks down at the table under her hands. “Your so corny, Dad.”

You chuckle as you hear her mumble; your daughter was always your pride and joy, the main thing you always looked forward to seeing after work was over. Seeing her smile always made your heart melt with happiness.

You notice how noisy Pete’s is, and well, it is summer vacation, and families love this place as much as you and your daughter remember it.

You notice a girl wearing a tight ponytail walking up to your table; here come your daughter’s ants in her pants. She bounces with joy when the girl introduces herself.

“Hello, Welcome to Pete’s; I am Quinn, and I am going to be your server tonight. Can I get you guys started with something to drink?”

As Quinn takes the notepad from her back pocket, you open your mouth, but Marigold beats you.

“I would like a vanilla milkshake with a Twisler straw, please.”

Quinn writes Marigold's drinks down on the notepad. “And you, sir?”

“Um, I’m driving home tonight, so just water is fine,” You smile.

Quinn finishes writing and nods and smiles her head, shoving her notepad in her pocket. “Okay, I will be right back with your drinks,” She smiles.

The teenage girl walked away with a bit of pep in her step; either she was eager to get our drinks or trying to accomplish her task.

Glancing at Marigold, her phone is on the table, scrolling at something; you can't determine what she’s staring at.

“Whatcha’ starin’ at?” You ask.

Marigold’s neck snaps up. Theirs a hint of blush rushing to her cheeks.

“Nothing important,” Marigold dismissed.

She looks back down at her phone.

“Uh huh, and the fact that your blushing has nothing to do with what you're looking at?” You point out.

Marigold snaps her neck up again and places her palms on her cheeks. She looks panicked as your looking at her but then looks defeated.

“Is this a boy?” You ask, crossing your arms.

When you mention a boy to your daughter, you can see her cheeks get redder and her smile wider. “So this is a boy,” You confirm.

She nods her head with a smile plastered on her face.

“Aww, my little flower is growing up.”

“Dad, stop,” Marigold blushed.

“Does Sarah know him?” You ask.

“Well, yeah! I mean, she knows a little about him, bits and pieces.”

“Well, you should bring him by the bakery one night, so I could finally meet this mystery guy,” You suggest.

“You're not going to be that one dad who interrogates the guy I like, right?”

“Possibly, If he checks all the boxes,” You smile.

Marigold and you are chuckling together, and you can't help but feel happy in the rare moments you can spend time with her; it always makes your day better.

Even though she was growing up, it tugged on your heartstrings that she would be going to college soon, and you wouldn't have these moments with her anymore —

“Okay, here are your drinks,” Quinn arrives with yours and Marigold’s drinks.

She places Marigold’s milkshake before her, and Mare claps like an eager kid; Quinn places your cup of Ice water in front of her, and you shoot her a smile.

“Do you guys know what you're ready to order? Or do you still need another minute?” Quinn asks.

You look at Marigold, who shakes her head no.

“Give us a minute,” You smile.

Quinn smiles and walks away. Marigold glances at the menu under her hands; you look at the menu under you while your hands are between your thighs.

“Have any idea of what you want to get?” Marigold questions.

“Um, no, I don’t, you?” You pick your head up.

“I’m conflicted between the pasta or the chicken tenders.”

“Well, since I’m a child; I suggest the chicken tenders.”

Looking up, you noticed Sarah and Joel standing next to Marigold. Marigold jumped out of her seat to hug Sarah while you awkwardly smiled at Joel.

“Oh my gosh, what are you guys doing here?” Marigold asks, breaking the hug from Sarah.

“Well, I showed Dad our texts, and he had the bright idea to come to surprise you guys,” Sarah smiled.

“Of course, he did,” You thought.

“Well, it's a nice surprise,” You smile.

“Yes, it is. Come on guys, sit, sit,” Marigold commands.

“Okay,” Sarah giggles.

Sarah wastes no time sitting next to her best friend. She’s smiling from ear to ear as she side-hugs your daughter. Joel comes and sits next to you; you shuffle to the side, and your shoulder connects with the wall next to you.

“I’m sorry if we interrupted father-daughter time,” Joel apologizes.

“It's okay; I’m pretty sure Marigold would rather hang out with her best friend than her old dad,” You comment.

“Nonsense, Dad, I love you both equally,” Marigold smiles.

You grab Marigold’s hand and smile.

Quinn arrives with a smile plastered on her face.

“Okay, guys, and — woah, I didn't know you were here.”

“Surprise,” You and Sarah shrug.

“Well then, it’s a nice surprise. Do you guys want anything to drink?” Quinn asks.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” Sarah points towards Marigold.

“A beer,” Joel answered.

“Coming right up,” Quinn smiles and walks away.

“But you're driving home,” You spoke.

“I know how to sober fast, city boy,” Joel comments.

“City boy? That’s a new one.” Marigold chuckles.

“I like it; it makes sense, considering you guys lived in a city before you moved here,” Sarah Acknowledges.

“Mare told you about that, Sarah?” You question.

“Mhm,” Sarah nods.

You nod. Thinking about what Marigold had told Sarah—hopefully only good things.

“I promise I haven't told Sarah anything embarrassing,” Marigold admits.

“Well, besides the fact that you sing in the shower as if you were doing a live concert,” Sarah smirks.

Your mouth drops in a playful grin.

“Marigold,” You exclaim.

“C’mom, Dad, you didn't expect me to bring that up.”

“No, I didn't. Sarah would’ve had to see it as everyone else does — also, thanks for signing me up bake five hundred cupcakes,” You roll your eyes.

“Hey, those cupcakes are amazing and neighbors need to know how good they are — besides me.”

“You are aware I own a bakery, right?”

“Not the type of man to have a sweet tooth, but for city boy. I’ll have any cake he makes; any cake of his,” Joel interrupts.

You couldn't tell if he was genuine or flirting with you, but he hid it well with that smirk. But you know you have butterflies in your stomach that you don't need now.

He brings his arm around your shoulder on top of the leather seat. You feel his arm on the back of your neck, and you sense his legs move as he spreads his legs apart.

It's like he’s teasing you in your mind. Making you remember what you did that last time he spread his legs apart.

Your spine shivers as your daughters are talking to one another. You could feel his gaze on you as you were looking for any means of escape, you didn’t want to cause a scene but you knew you had to leave but how —

“Do you mind if I go to the bathroom?” You ask Joel.

“No city boy, lemme get out of your way. Joel fixes his position and slides out of the leather seat. You slide out and try to hide your speed walk away from the table.

Pushing your hand to open the bathroom door, you noticed the bathroom was empty. Breathing heavily, you grab the porcelain sink.

You couldn't tell if Joel was making you confused or frustrated.

But breathing heavily in a bathroom was a reaction you didn't know would come out. A low scream: maybe. You want to pinch yourself: the low possibility of doing that was on the floor. But heavy breathing was off the table.

You had no idea how to feel, but you didn't want to let that interfere with the dinner with your daughter. But this feeling you couldn’t describe, and with Joel just next to you, it was going to explode one way or another, and you weren't ready for —

You hear the door open behind you; you snap your neck up from the sink to the mirror in front of you. You see Joel in the reflection behind you. You shake your head as you don't want to look at him, simply imagining that he walked in here, but once you stop shaking your head, he’s still there, looking at you.

“Everything alright, city boy?” Joel asks.

“Yeah, peachy,” You breathed.

“Are you sure? You got away from the table fast—”

“Why’d you come here?” You asked, turning around.

“It’s a good place for the girls to talk to each other and — I just needed to talk to you,” Joel admitted.

“You could’ve talked to me any other day, but the day after, we —” You stopped talking to look in the bathroom stalls.

After calming yourself down by confirming the empty bathroom, you continued your sentence.

“Had sex in your house.”

“I needed to figure somethin’ out.”

“What, Joel?” You ask.

Joel stepped closer to you, at least four feet from your position. “How did it feel afterward?”

One of the questions you were going to regret answering; How did it feel to have sex with a married man? Honest answer; fantastic. Lie; awful, you're the reason I threw up.

You obviously couldn't answer with either because Joel wanted to hear the correct answer, but you couldn't spit out the lie without it sounding fictitious.

“What are you trying to prove, Joel?”

“City boy, I’m attempting to figure something out,”

“What? What is so important that you interrupted my dinner with my daughter?”

Joel stepped closer to you, your chests were practically touching.

“How was the mind-blowing sex we had last night feel?” Joel growled.

He knew he didn't have to word it like that — at all, but he needed an answer; the truth.

“I. . hated. . it,” You gritted.

“Really? City boy?”

“Yes.”

Joel leans his head towards yours — lips barely touch each other; you can feel him ferociously exhale from his nostrils.

“City boy, if your lyin’ to me, I’m going to have to punish you, and you know how rough I can be,” Joel breathes.

You had to hold back on the temptations, and he wanted your reaction. Joel wanted you to fold, but you were prone to think with your head than your intrusive thoughts.

“Joel, what happened last night, it was great — fantastic even, but you’re married; you understand that, right?” You stated.

“We’re not even together enough. Adaline sees me as more of a business partner than an actual husband. What you and I have is so much more —”

“We’ve been together one night, Joel; how do you know that what happened last night wasn't just a mistake?”

“Because city boy, I’ve never felt more electricity ever in my life until that night. I’m pretty sure you haven't felt the same, too,” Joel commented.

He wasn't wrong; your body was on overdrive that night; you thought it was just adrenaline — it could’ve been both: electricity and adrenaline.

“Joel, think about our daughters — their best friends if they catch us; your daughter — Sarah, could hate me forever, and my daughter might hate me for ruining her friendship with Sarah. I can't do that, Joel.”

You try to walk away, but Joel grabs your hand. His rough hands contrast with your sweaty palms. Joel didn't grab your hand with force, but you didn't pull out, and you couldn’t figure out why.

“Your worth the risk; 'I’d divorce Adaline just to be with you.”

“Don’t make any empty promises. I’m so sick of hearing those—just false hope your feeding me,” You spoke.

“I’m not the type to do that, city boy. You’re too important.”

“Your family should be more important than some second-rate-world-class-hooker that could ruin everything you worked so hard for,” You confessed.

Trying to walk away, Joel pulled you closer to him, and you both bumped chests. Joel wasted no time kissing you with such force and determination. Your reasoning almost went out the window with that electrifying kiss.

Keyword: almost.

Your lips melted together like a puzzle piece. Your arms found their way around his tall shoulders. Joel’s hands slid from your lower back to your ass. He gripped your ass so hard a yelp escaped from your mouth and into Joel’s mouth.

Joel was mad at you for calling yourself a “hooker.” The fact that you could call yourself that made Joel filled with rage. He wanted to spank the shit out of you to learn your lesson, having to control himself in the porcelain walls of the bathroom the best he could.

Joel backed his lips away from you, heavy breaths escaping as he was fuming, trying to calm himself down. “Never call yourself that again, you understand me,” Joel snapped.

You want to nod, but trying to control yourself, you shake your head. “Why did you do that, Joel?”

“Would you have rathered the east route or the hard route?” Joel asked.

“Neither; you should've just let me walk away.”

“And lose the chance of explaining myself to you? I did the right thing,” Joel expressed.

“No, Joel, you didn't, god this is messed up.”

You try walking away again, but Joel’s hand is still in your grasp; this time, you try to leave his grip, but he’s holding on, not ready to let go.

“Joel—”

“Come by tonight,” Joel breathes.

“To do what?”

“I just need to see if what happened last night was a fluke. I want to see,” Joel admitted.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Come around the back. I’ll meet you there,” Joel nodded.

Joel, let go of your hand. You resume leaving the bathroom and walking toward the table, where you see Sarah and Marigold conversing. You slide into your seat, breaking the girl's conversation.

“Everything okay, Dad?” Marigold asked.

You nod.

“Well, we ordered for you, considering I know what you like,” Marigold smiled.

“Thanks, sweetie,” You exclaim.

Joel shuffles into his seat after coming back from the bathroom. You didn't know what he did after he left, and you didn't care now. You were just happy to be with your daughter and her best friend.

“Hey, Sarah, if you wouldn’t mind, Marigold would love it if you spent the night again,” You started.

“Wait, what?” Marigold asks.

“Are you sure, sir?”

You nod. “It's summer vacation; the two girls in our lives deserve some fun,” You smirk.

“Thanks, Dad,” Marigold laughs.

Marigold and Sarah start talking in their world. You look toward Joel, and he gives you a look of confusion. You lean towards his ear.

“When you beg, it's weird. Don't do that again, I prefer Joel from last night.”

You wink at him as you back your head up from his ear; Joel leans closer to you, and you can feel his exhale leave his nostrils against your ear.

“Let me give you a preview of what tonight is gonna ensue.”

Joel slides his hands onto your thigh. You hitch a breath as he slides down your inner thigh and rubs up closer to the outline of your cock. Your hands find their way to the table before you; you trail your finger on the condensation on the water cup before you.

“You like that, city boy?” Joel whispers. You wanted to kiss him, hell, even moan, but your girls were sitting in front of you.

Joel slid his hand off your thigh, and your cock strained on your zipper. Trying to calm yourself down, you grab your cup of water to try to calm down.

The girls had already made their way up to Marigold’s bedroom. While you sat in the living room, waiting for some indication from Joel to come over there. You felt like a schoolgirl carrying this huge secret. You sat with your phone in your hand — screen black having no confidence in your gut like before at Pete’s in the bathroom with Joel.

What if you were over your head and never wanted this huge secret creeping down your neck? You could just —

Your phone screen lit up with a text from Joel.

Joel: You comin?

You didn't even text him back; you left your phone on the counter and got up from the couch, and walked out — slowly closing the door behind you so the girls didn't come downstairs.

The crickets and cicadas chirp in the night air as the stars twinkle above your head. A slight breeze sends a shiver down your spine as you cross the street. You’ve seen the door to the house that Joel, Adaline, and Sarah shared many times, but you weren't going through that door.

You went to the side of the house and quietly stalked, as you didn't want any of Joel’s neighbors to notice you. You heard mumbling and grumbling in the back; peaking your head around the corner, you saw Joel’s face illuminated by his phone screen. He must have been annoyed that you haven't texted him back.

“Can't even answer a simple question. You don't know what you’re doin’ to me, city boy,” Joel grumbled.

You could’ve made some excuse to Joel when you see him the next day. You honestly didn't know if you wanted to be here or not. It was a puzzle in a video game — no matter how many times you go through each possibility, you always land with the same outcome.

Doing the mature thing was the best outcome of an alternative. You could find another person you could mess around with — though that always felt like a needle in a haystack, you always found something to work for you — until it didn't.

“Just turn around and leave,” You thought, turning around.

As you turn around, your arm hits the house next to you, and a loud thud vibrates against the house. Joel snaps his neck towards the sound and calls out for you.

“City boy? You there?”

You facepalm and huff a breath, doing another 180 turns and walking towards Joel. You cross your arms as your whole body now feels cold. “I was wonderin’ where you were. Didn't you get my texts?”

“No, I left my phone at home.”

“Ahh, understandable,” Joel nods.

“In what way?” You ask.

Joel steps up to you and crosses his arm in front of you. “C’mon, city boy, I gotta think of a good enough punishment for ignoring me this whole day.”

“I wasn't ignoring you,” You comeback.

You were trying to ignore him. You didn't want to see him for at least a week.

“City boy, are you lyin’ to me again?” Joel questions.

“No,” You huff.

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk,” Joel breathed. He chuckled at the end of his Tsking. He was wiping the corners of his mouth.

“Let me ask again,” Joel started.

Before you can open your mouth again, Joel’s hand finds its way onto your bulge. You hitch a breath as you place your hands on Joel’s biceps. You tried to move Joel’s hand, but it was like his hand was welded onto your crotch — not moving.

“Are you lyin’ t’me again, city boy?” Joel questions.

“Yes, god, yes, now move your hand.”

“N-no, I’m not,” You breathe. You were getting hard under Joel’s strong hand; his touch was addictive — you wanted an out, but it was just too good.

“Seems like your cock, is betrayin’ you, city boy. I’m going to have to punish you,” Joel growled.

“How?” You ask.

“Like this,” Joel nods. Joel moves his hand and shoves you toward the pool next to you. Ears muffled with water, your vision blurry as you stand up; you see Joel standing with his arms crossed, looking down at you.

“You asshole!” You exclaimed.

“Shouldn’t have lied, city boy,” Joel shrugs.

“I could've drowned!”

“The water’s like five feet.”

“Whatever, damn. It’s cold as hell.”

“Hold on, I'm comin’,” Joel states.

Joel bends down in front of you with his hand extended. As you grab him, you pull hard towards you. “Oh sh—”

Joel’s coming in, making a big splash. You laugh as he goes under. You can't control your laugh as Joel stands up and looks at you. He looks angry. The dark grey shirt he’s wearing clings to his chest. His nipples hardened under the damp cloth.

“You think this is fuckin’ funny? What if my phone was in my pocket?” Joel asks.

“It would’ve made me laugh even harder,” You nodded.

“Oh yeah, city boy?”

“Yeah,” You keep laughing.

Joel’s scowl could kill you with how hard he’s staring at you. You can't contain your laughter; it's as if Joel said the world's funniest joke.

You tried your hardest to stop laughing, but the laughs escaped your lips. Joel looked furious at you as he was standing there, dripping, fuming at the predicament you put him through.

Joel trudged his feet towards you, looking like he was on a mission; as he walked towards you, your laughs finally died down — but you still had a smile on your face.

Joel wrapped his hand around your throat as he placed his lips on yours — hard. You moaned in shock; you weren't expecting this hard of a kiss from Joel and the pleasure that came along with it.

His grip on your throat was tight. You wrapped your hand around Joel’s, and you could feel his veins almost jump out of his hand.

“Joel — can't breathe,” You cracked.

Joel loosened his grip around your throat — but his hand was still around your throat. The water around you seemed like they were roaring to life with how much passion you and Joel were experiencing. Joel’s rough exterior was cracking piece by piece — slowly as his tongue kept exploring your mouth. You slid your hand around Joel’s neck, bringing yourself closer to him.

Your moans radiated off Joel’s mouth as they were being muffled by the water splashing around the two of you. With how much water was moving between the passionate kisses you and Joel shared, you could’ve had a tsunami in the backyard.

As Joel still had his hand wrapped around his throat, his other arm had wrapped around the curve of your back, exposing your skin towards the cold pool wall.

You hiss as your skin makes contact with the pool wall, stopping the kiss with Joel suddenly.

“You all good, city boy?”Joel asks.

“Yeah, my back hit the wall, just cold.”

Joel lifts you and makes you sit on the pool's edge —with your feet still in the pool. He pushes himself up and walks past you as you watch him escape towards the back door.

Your whole body starts to shiver as you wait for Joel. You rub your hands together like you were sitting by the fire on a cold day, but you weren't. You were sitting on the edge of Joel’s pool — feet still dipped in on a warm summer night.

You cross your arms, hugging yourself so you can feel warm. Your mouth chatters, and your body starts to shake. You look up and notice the stars are looking down at you as you're looking up at them.

You could get lost in the stars for hours at this time of night. But unfortunately, you didn't have hours. You knew the sun would rise soon and ruin this illusion.

You hear Joel’s backdoor close, but you don't turn around. Neck strained up and shivering, you didn't want to make sudden movements to make yourself colder.

Joel wraps a towel over your shoulder. You almost jump, feeling the material on your covered shoulders.

“There you go, city boy,” Joel states, sitting beside you, placing his covered feet in the pool — towel-wrapped around his shoulders.

“Thanks,” You shiver.

“No problem.”

Joel notices you looking up and not at him. He strained his neck to see what you were staring at.

“What are ya looking at?” Joel asks.

“Just the stars,” You answer.

“What’s special about ‘em?” Joel asks.

You scoff before answering. “I’ve always thought someone would never kiss me under the stars — I know, such a baby thing, but I’ve always yearned for it. So that pool kiss was a thought that fluttered in my mind.”

“I was going to fuck you back here. If you’d look down at my dick, you’d notice that my cock was hurtin’ against my jeans,” Joel starts.

You stop looking towards the stars and then towards Joel.

“Wanted to hear those pretty moans again, right in my ear. Hell, thinkin’ about it right now, my cock is throbbing so hard.”

You can't stop your eyes from glancing at his bulge. You can tell that it wasn't the fabric of his jeans. It was his actual bulge rubbing against his jeans. You could feel his pain as your cock was growing hard in your damp jeans.

You lick your lips out of comfort rather than pleasure.

Joel’s eyes are still glancing down at his aching cock. You didn't know if you wanted a repeat of the last twenty-four hours with Joel, but you were sober, so you had to think about your situation with a clear state of mind.

“Unbuckle your belt.”

“What?” Joel asks.

“Take off your belt, Joel. I‘m helpin’ you out again,” You smirk.

All mature thoughts must've left your head when Joel kissed you in the bathroom or when he threw you in the pool, choked you, and kissed you. But right here and now, you wanted Joel’s cock again. You knew you were going to regret it in the morning. But that would be you in the morning; this is you at midnight — running on adrenaline and satisfaction.

Joel had undone his belt as you take your feet out of the pool and waste no time leaning on your knees.

Joel’s pants were around his knees, but his boxers constricted his dick. You could see his cock throbbing and his precum through the material in his underwear.

“Remind you of anythin’, city boy?”

You scoff at Joel. You fixed his boxers for his cock to go through the hole. Lines of pre cum leaking through the slit of his huge cock.

Your mouth takes Joel’s length, and he throws his head back in pleasure. You taste Joel’s pre cum and the mix of pool water on your tastebuds. You could hear Joel’s breathing rushing through his teeth like he was ready to explode.

“Fuck, baby boy. I missed that mouth,” Joel groaned.

You started to go faster, and your throat kept getting tighter as you almost gagged on Joel’s cock. Joel’s hand found its way to the back of your head. His hand was making your pace go faster, and his balls tingled with more satisfaction than he could handle

“Oh fuck, baby. I could cum in that pretty mouth right now.”

You slow down as you want this experience to last for a long time.

Joel's hands slid down from your head to the curve of your back to under your pants and underwear. You could feel his rough and calloused hands on your ass. You moan on Joel’s cock as he slips one of his fingers into your ass.

His actions started slow and pleasurable for you.

“So fuckin’ tight, city boy. I’m gonna bury my cock so far into that boy pussy ‘f yours,” Joel growled.

You pick your head up and stroke Joel’s cock. You place your lips on him as his finger picks up the pace. He’s going faster, and you can barely keep stroking his cock. Your moans are bouncing off Joel’s lips.

His cock was throbbing in your hand. It felt like Joel was on overdrive. His kisses felt hungry, desperate, and all-around passionate.

“Turn around, baby. I miss eatin’ that ass out,” Joel grunted.

As you back away from Joel’s lips, you see the string of saliva coming from your lips and his. You unbuckle your pants before you turn around on your hands and knees — your ass is now facing Joel.

You hear a mumble and grunt from Joel as you hear the water dribbling off his shoes and pants. You feel Joel’s hands slap your ass hard — you yelp in retaliation.

Joel’s mouth makes contact with your hole, and you moan. You could tell Joel was hungry — starving. You could cum with how Joel’s tongue was in your ass. You clench your fists as Joel is working wonders for your ass.

“Damn, Joel. That feels so amazing,” You moan.

“I’ve been missin’ this sweet peach since last night.”

Joel smacks your ass again and again and again.

You could feel the sting on your ass cheeks as you feel Joel’s tongue again. You were getting greedy. You wanted Joel’s cock buried in your ass — you wanted to feel what his cock would feel like sober and not drunk.

“Joel,” You breathe.

“Yeah, city boy?” Joel breathes.

“Can you please fuck me?”

Joel gets his mouth away from your ass, and you look back at him — straining your neck.

“What happened to my city boy? Beggin’ for my cock, like that? Soundin’ kinda needy again,” Joel growled.

“Fuck you,” You shudder. You turn your head back and lay your head on your hands. You wanted the same feeling from last night. Joel’s cock couldn't compare to your old hookups.

You almost scream as you feel Joel’s cock slowly go inside you. You pick your head up and clench your teeth in pleasure.

“Ahh, fuck, city boy. How do you keep gettin’ so fuckin’ tight?” Joel growls.

You don't answer; you hold your head up as you look back at Joel. You have a flashback from last night as you see Joel’s shit-eating grin. His hips started going back and forth, and with each thrust, you could feel his cock stretch you out — slowly.

Joel’s hands were on your waist — rough. It felt like he could mark his territory with his hands there. You moaned, but you didn't want to give the whole neighborhood an unpaid show — you suppressed them the best you could, but with every thrust, your moans would slip from your mouth.

“Baby boy, your takin’ my cock so well,” Joel grunted.

“I missed it so much, Joel,” You breathed.

“My cock has missed your tight ass, city boy.”

Joel’s grip from your waist released, and he picked you up from the front of your neck so your back collided with his chest — wrapping his arm around your neck, not tight. You could feel Joel’s breath on your ear, and you felt like you could cum right then and there.

Joel’s hand made hard contact with your ass, you moaned in retaliation, and you could hear Joel’s grunts as he pumped his cock in and out of you.

“J-Joel?” You started.

“Yeah, city boy?”

“I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, city boy? Cum for me,” Joel command.

You haven't even touched your dick ever since Joel started fucking you, but you knew you were close to having an orgasm. It was a feeling that felt different sober than drunk.

You could feel your cum almost shoot out of your hardened cock, and you almost broke your neck, placing your head on Joel’s shoulder. Joel takes the opportunity to kiss you. Joel was still hungry, and he wasn't full yet. Joel’s hand wraps around your cock and starts to stroke you. You moan in his mouth — it was the hottest thing you ever experienced, and you didn't want it to stop.

You pick your head up, and Joel attacks your neck like a vampire; you are on the brink of cumming, and his neck kisses are helping you have more pleasure and satisfaction.

“I can feel your cock twitch in my hands, city boy. Y’gonna cum, baby?” Joel growls.

“Yes, oh god, Joel, yes!” You whimpered.

A married man is the first person to make you whimper — to feel overstimulated. You knew you shouldn't like this, but your mind went blank the second Joel’s cock was inside you.

“That’s so fuckin’ hot, baby,” Joel grunted.

Hearing Joel’s voice in your ear again was enough for you.

“F-Fuck, Joel. I’m cumming.”

Your moans kept escaping from your lips; were they loud? Maybe. But you didn't care; you were feeling so much pleasure you wanted people in space to hear you.

Strings of white cum littered the concrete below — and Joel’s hand. Joel hearing your moans, thought he had cum under all the pleasure you were screaming. He was still hard as a rock — on the verge of cumming. But he wanted to treat you right and make you feel good.

Joel dislodged his cock from your ass as you pant on your hands and knees.

“Is something wrong?” You ask.

You turn your head — still panting and notice Joel’s pants and underwear aren't around his ankles anymore, but his boots are still on, laced up.

“Can you stand, city boy?” Joel questions, standing up.

You try to pick yourself up, but the same feeling from this morning comes back like a truck, and you are back on your knees.

“No,” You shake your head.

You didn't notice Joel’s smirk on his face; you were too busy feeling ashamed if you did something wrong. Joel’s cock was still hard and stiff. He huffed a breath as he picked you up bridal style. “Wanted to make sure that city boy knows that those moans you were screaming are for my ears and my ears only,” Joel hisses.

You are back inside Joel's house — in the same familiar setting as last night. Joel had removed your pants and underwear before you returned inside, and your casual shoes were still on your feet. Joel placed you on the same couch you both fucked on hours before.

Joel’s one-sided grin on his face made your cock twitch. Joel had lifted your pelvis and had his cock hovered over your hole.

He had one boot on the couch and one on the floor.

Joel didn't waste a second; he just shoved his cock inside you.

Your moans exploded, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Joel’s hips were going up and down, and he was throwing his head back in pleasure.

“FFFF—Fuckin’ Christ, city boy. I missed this boy pussy so badly,” Joel gruffed. Joel’s hands on your thighs were under his palms, and he was grasping them like a stress ball.

“Is that why you brought me inside? To tell me you missed my boy pussy?”

Joel fixed his position so that he was inches away from your face. Both boots were on the couch, while your calves were on either side of Joel’s head.

Joel started to pump his cock in and out of you. Your moans radiated all over the house's walls — the sound barrier could break.

“I needed those pretty little noises you make inside — don’t want the neighbors to think I’m murderin’ you,” Joel grinned.

“As if — you could — mmph — ever murder me, — FFFF-ucking hell Joel.”

You roll your head to the side and shut your eyes as you feel every inch, every thrust, every grunt, and every time you can feel Joel’s cock throb inside you. It was electrifying — adrenaline-inducing, like last night.

You snap your eyes open as you feel Joel move your neck to look towards him. His hand still wrapped around your throat — you can see lust and pleasure in his eyes.

Joel had determination written on his face as he breathed through his teeth, pumping his cock Inside you. You could swear you could feel Joel’s cock hit your stomach — your moans became hitched as Joel nearly exploded. His grip around your throat got a little tight for you.

It was hard to get a good breath in your hand found it's way towards Joel’s wrapped around your throat.

“Jo-Joel, can barley breathe,” You breathed.

Joel realized his mistake — keeping the same pace before unwrapping his hand off your throat and placing it on the side of your face.

“I’m sorry, city boy. I’m just so close, I’m do fuckin’ close, city boy,” Joel clenched his teeth.

His forehead was on yours, and he quickly picked up his pace.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m going to get you pregnant with how much cum is gonna be inside you,” Joel growled.

“Please, Joel, give it to me! Get me pregnant!” You moan.

With a couple of thrusts, you could feel Joel’s warm cum inside you. He moaned, and your cock twitched at the sound of it. His whole body shook once, twice, and then he rested his body on top of yours. His cock was still inside you. He just wanted to rest for a second.

“City boy, your pussy is so fuckin’ amazing. I can never get tired of it,” Joel breathed.

“You’re funny,” You panted.

You and Joel couldn't help but feel safe and comfortable. Last night, you both fell asleep, but now this is a vulnerable setting you weren't used to.

“I didn't hurt you. I- I didn't mean to hurt you anyway, city boy.”

“You're okay, Joel. It was a little different, but I’m okay,” You admitted.

“Good, that's great.”

Joel's friendly personality went back into his dominant personality as he slipped his cock out of you and picked you up, and threw you over his shoulder.

“J-Joel, what are you doing?”

“Your punishment isn't over, city boy — far from it.” Joel spat. Joel started to walk with you over his shoulder, and you could only guess what punishment he planned.

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Safe (John Constantine x GN!Reader)

Pairing:  John Constantine (LoT ver.) x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: General Audiences Words: 654 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 5 - Falling asleep together Tags: fluff, John is a self-loathing little shit but we love him for it, and uhhh cuddles?

A trail of steam followed John into the living room, the hot water still evaporating off his body. You smiled as he plopped down next to you on the couch. Now he was so close, you could smell your shower gel in his damp hair. You owned shampoo; John just grabbed whatever. You didn’t mind. How could you be worried by such minor things anyway as John lied down on the couch with his head in your lap. He was making your pyjamas wet, but it would dry in due time. “What are we watching?” Your boyfriend mumbled sleepily, eyes half-open as they stared at the TV. You put one arm over his chest, knowing he liked the weight of you on him in some way. 

“It has vampires,” you chuckled. John groaned. He hated all those tacky TV shows; you loved them even more now, because they always made your boyfriend start raving. Today, you were feeling nice, so switched the vampire show out for an animated movie. John was thankful for your mercy. He was barely two minutes into it, or he started demanding you were changing positions on the couch. 

You followed his instructions and lied down, with your back propped up against the arm rest. John then draped himself over you like a blanket. His weight was comforting. Sometimes you worried the warlock had his last day flirting with death. Those days you couldn't wait for the doors to open to reveal your boyfriend covered in the gunk of the day. The alternative was calling him all day, but you always figured neither you nor John would like that. 

Today had been one of those days. You felt anxious all day, which was instantly relieved when John returned, covered to the knee in graveyard dirt. It was now that his weight was on you, that you felt truly calm. He was here and he was all yours now. You looked down, watching the light of the TV dance on John’s sleepy face. You ran a hand across his back and arms, letting him know you were here too. 

John sometimes worried sick about you too. He wanted the world to be a safe place for you. Meanwhile, he was followed by all sorts of demons, making his presence the exact opposite of what he wished for you. Yet here you were, anchoring him and becoming the safe space for him instead. You made him feel like he was exorcised from the demons of his past, present and future. In times like this, he often wondered what he could do to repay you. 

“You’re thinking too hard,” you mumbled when you noticed the shift in John’s face. You were not stupid and you knew better than anyone that your boyfriend was just a bunch of edgelords in a trenchcoat held together by magic, cigarettes and self-loathing. He was so easy to read, easier to play like a kazoo. In response to your off-handed comment, John grumbled like he always did when you were super right. You chuckled. He was cute when he got a little pouty like he was now. “Come on, you’re tired.” You wormed yourself free and turned the TV off. John was on the couch a little longer, until you left for the bedroom. You undressed along the way, ending up in bed in just your underwear. You were lying on your bed for less than ten seconds, when John joined you, putting his head on your shoulder and an arm around you. 

You kissed his forehead, his eyes closing right after. “Let’s not wake up early,” your boyfriend mumbled sleepily. You hummed in agreement, your own eyes closing. You drifted in that peace, not falling asleep yet until you heard the soft snoring of the man lying half on top of you. That melody led you to the land of the dreaming as well. You were safe. 

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Hey, this just occurred to me haha

I was wondering if you could do a male dom reader x Cillian, please. 🫶

Where the reader and Cillian had a relationship when they were younger but Cillian decided to end it for x reason and each one went their own way and made their lives, from that day on he didn't hear from Cillian again, until after a while the reader goes to a premiere and they meet again, making the reader remember him and the moments they had as a couple, falling in love with Cillian again

I'm sorry for my bad English.

We Will Make It Work

Cillian Murphy X Male Reader

Warnings: smut, anal sex, oral sex

Words: 2559

No disrespect to Cillian Murphy, it's just a story.

The atmosphere at the premiere was dazzling, photographers, reporters, haughty actors. You blinked harshly as the flash of the camera blinded your eyes. An arm slipped through yours, you flinched as the director of the movie came next to you. Her white dress came in sharp contrast with your dark, red suit, but so did your temperaments. You had been working as director of photography in television and films for almost fifteen years now, but you had yet to get accustomed to the intense lifestyle of the job. You tried your best not to θαscrunch your face as the woman next to you smiled for the cameras. 

"Come on, let's go", she said sweetly, tagging your sleeve, and you followed her through a sea of people, only to find yourself nearer the center stage. 

It was a double premiere that day, a shared date for the two movies released together. You realized you had come to where the stars of the other film were, much to your confusion. 

"It's so good to see you, it's been a long time", your partner said. You snapped your head at her place.

Your breath itched. 

"Yeah, I know -good to see you too", the man in front of her answered shyly. 

His accent is a lot more subtle, you thought immediately, still too surprised to speak.

"Um, meet Y/N", she introduced you, nodding to extend your arm for the customary handshake.

He smiled before you could even draw in a second breath.

"Oh, we actually know each other", he said with his soft voice. "We used to hang around, some ages ago".

"You're making me look old as well"!, you complained, the memories easing your anxiety. 

"But that's lovely"!, the woman next to you exclaimed. "I've wanted you to meet for so long, you seem to have the same style in work so I thought a collaboration would be ideal"!

"Y/N! They're asking for you buddy-hello everybody. Come on"!, urged one of the movie's actors, and you let him guide you away. 

Your relationship wasn't as casual as Cillian had made it seem. You could still see him in your mind as he was back then, that disheveled mop, the little scar on his chin, his skinny form. 

He hadn't aged a day, you smiled, apart perhaps from those laugh lines in his eyes and around his mouth, the deep wrinkles on his forehead. 

Funny enough, the smell of sunscreen and sea air engulfed you- the perfume of one of the ladies attending, and it took you back to your very first kiss.

You were casually sitting by the dock near his family house at Cork, early in the morning, waiting for the rest of your friends to arrive. The seagulls were diving in the sea searching for fish, the sun sparkled at the even surface of the water. Cillian was picking up the wood, going on and on about life and how he wanted to change things in Ireland. And then, the world felt silent, and he came to sit closer to you, shoulder to shoulder, a large hand coming up to the side of your neck.

You had leaned in without second thought, pressing your mouth against his soft, plump lips. He'd clumped to your lap soon after, hands roaming each other's bodies, sincere and passionate as young love is.

You shivered on the memory, feeling your heartbeat flutter under your chest.

You tried to observe him from afar without ignoring too much the ones talking to you. He still seemed shy. Still, stiff, polite, flashing everybody gracious smiles. 

   It had been fifteen years. Fifteen years you had barely heard of him, and that only through some crappy interviews. Gradually, new things had come into your life, travels, friends, you'd managed to fill the gap in your chest.

Seeing him so unexpectedly made you realize the pull on you he had still. 

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"And this is your room card sir, enjoy your stay", the receptionist said, her mouth pulling in a grimace that resembled a smile. You took them with slow moves, huffing and picking up your baggage. You climbed up the stairs in heavy steps, unaware of the pair of eyes pinned to your form.

You laid in your bed, tossing and turning as the night went on. 

I should've called. Found a way

somehow, you repeated in your foggy mind. 

After the best year of your life, your relationship came to an end. You had received a scholarship in Budapest, ensuring the best possible development for your career. 

Perhaps humans were too powerful to stay together, and so Zeus separated them, you remembered the old myth.

Cillian's aunt had fallen sick, and since his siblings were little and had to stay with his parents, he was the only one who could take care of her. That, and the job opportunities ahead led him to London.

It was still painful to recall your last day together, because you both knew it was the world getting between you, and who could fight the whole world? 

A knock on your door sent you jumping to your feet. You held your breath, listening in for another noise. Nothing came. You sighed in annoyance-you and your damned nerves, but as you buried yourself under the cushions, you heard a soft voice. An unmistakable voice, calling out your name.

You very much ran to open the door.

"Cillian"?, you blurted out, seeing him outside your room still in his suit.

"Hello…Um, I…asked the receptionist for the number of your room…and I've been trying to gather the courage to come to you for two hours now…".

He gave you another one of his cute, shy smiles and you felt your knees go weak.

"Come on in", you said simply, your voice hoarse. 

He sat at the edge of your small bed, accepting the cup of tea you offered him.

"Those insulated bottles are amazing, I made some tea to help me sleep and it's still warm", you muttered just to fill the silence.

"Yet you're still awake", Cillian said sympathetically.

You cast him a long gaze, letting the feeling of familiarity settle inside your stomach. Fifteen years can be a long time, actually, almost everything had changed.

You tried to shake off the heat pooling in your stomach and heart. He had just come to talk.

"I had things in my mind", you answered at last.

"Your film was amazing. Best cinematography I've seen in a long time".

You smiled, his soft voice music to your ears, taking you back to times when he'd so passionately encourage you to follow your dream.

"You were right after all. I did have what it took to succeed".

Cillian nodded in agreement, his fairy, freckled skin illuminated by a small lamp.

"What happened to your aunt"?, you asked hesitantly.

"She's all right. She needed a lot of care and help for the first eight months, but now, she's fine. Living with my parents".

"I'm glad to hear that. What else? What has changed in your life since then, Cilly"?, you laughed and watched him swallow harshly at the nickname.

"Not much. I've been blessed with some truly amazing projects…but nothing interesting and not work related", he huffed, lost in thought. "You? 'd you find anyone…good"?

You lowered your eyes, a slight smile tagging at the edge of your lips. I wouldn't be here if I had, you wanted to say, but after all this time you were lacking the courage.

"No. Not yet. To be honest, I'm kind of convinced I'll end up spending all my money on cat food", you chuckled.

Cillian laughed along with you, his eyes creasing in the corners.

You took a sip of your tea as he fidgeted with his fingers. Both of you searched desperately for a topic to talk about but suddenly all things in life seemed incredibly dull, unimportant.

You waited for him to say something, explain why he'd come to your room in the middle of the night…until you remembered he was never one to take the first step.

"You need to take off that suit, you know? It looks fucking uncomfortable", you mumbled, observing his face.

Cillian sighed deeply, shivering slightly as your lips brushed the fabric of his shirt. You waited, feeling your pulse beat in every part of your body. 

The rejection you feared never came. Before you knew it your lips were touching the soft skin of his neck, feeling his warmth. You re-adjusted your position, a hand running over his chest and stomach as you licked behind his ear, biting his earlobe. 

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this", Cillian breathed, tilting his head back. You nipped at his skin, hearing his breath itch as you worked your way to his mouth. 

He wrapped his arms around you, lips crushing against each other in a feverish kiss. You sucked on his tongue, making him moan loudly. 

"I want you", he murmured in between the kisses. "I want you. I've missed you".

A growl escaped you as you helped him off his shirt, pushing him on the bed, climbing on top of him. You took a minute to admire his body, thin and toned as you remembered it. You sucked at the column of his neck, enjoying the slight bruising of the skin. You kissed his nipple, tagging at it softly with your lips. Cillian's chest was falling and rising rapidly, already overwhelmed with the sensations. 

During your first month or so he would hold back, hide his reactions, tone down his responses. You'd had to make him lose complete control of himself to actually, finally hear him, and ever since, you settled for no less. 

You licked a long stripe down his stomach, teasing the thin skin between his ribs. 

"Hurry up", Cillian complained with a whine.

You bit his lips in a harsh kiss before doing what he wanted, unbuttoning and getting rid of his pants. You tagged at his underwear and soon it was gone as well, leaving you with the sight of his throbbing cock, his big balls.  

You spat on his head, teasing it with the tip of your tongue while your wet hands massaged his balls. 

You took one of it in your mouth, sucking lightly, watching him in awe arch his back. 

You smeared the precum all over his cock, a devilish smile on your face. 

"Stop teasing Y/N", he threatened, his voice in complete contrast to his needy whine. 

"Or what"?, you asked, taking both his balls into your mouth. Cillian yelped in pain and pleasure as you grazed them with your teeth, sucking strongly. Your hand pumped his cock in tight, small motions and soon his moans reached your ears. You raised your head, fisting his dick, taking in his form. Mouth open, eyes tightly shut, head fallen back, fingers twisted in the sheets. His breath was erratic.

"You gonna cum Cilly"?, you asked hoarsely. "Mmh"?

You ducked your head, burying his cock in your throat.

"Yeah…don't stop", he answered through his groans, his words cut short as his orgasm hit him.

He whined and trembled, thick ropes of cum spilling in your mouth. You tried not to swallow it, enjoying his salty taste. 

Once he fell heaving to the mattress you climbed on top of him, arms pressing him down. He opened his mouth to receive your kiss, and you connected your lips eagerly. 

"Swallow".

Cillian smiled, swallowing his cum, finding your lips again in a sloppy kiss.

"I'm talented with my mouth too", he whispered, his arm finding your cock.

You looked him in the eyes, your gaze endearing, his defiant. You turned your body, your back facing the ceiling, cock pressed forcefully against Cillian's mouth. 

You groaned softly as he began sucking on it, tongue swirling over your slit.

"I've missed you", you said again, eyes fluttering shut. Cillian moaned to show his agreement, sending reverberations through your whole body.

You then raised his legs, folding them over your head, finding his hole. You rubbed circles around the tight skin, pushing a finger inside.

Cillian moaned again, and soon the room was filled with the sloppy sounds of tongue against flesh, your fingers opening him up slowly for your cock, moans you had been waiting years to release.

"Stop", you said after a while. Cillian was still eagerly taking you deep, ignoring the strain in his neck.

"You filthy bastard", you chuckled, getting away from him before it all ended too soon. Cillian smiled at you, lips shining spit, and you trapped him underneath you, kissing him hungrily.

With a disappointed groan you got of the bed, searching his drawer for a condom. You rolled it over your shaft quickly, going back to him.

Your moves synchronized, you both got on your knees, Cillian's back pressed tight against your chest. You ran your hands over his taut bodice, rubbing his cock as you entered him slowly. His brows connected into a frown, mouth falling open.

"So how does it feel to have me fill you after all these years"? you whispered in his ear. 

You started moving, slow and sensual, enjoying his tightness.

"I wanna hear you love". You thrusted harder, slow but deep.

Cillian let out a long whine.

"That's better". 

"Harder. I want it harder", he begged.

You grabbed his arms, folding them over his stomach, using them to keep yourself steady. You snapped your hips quickly, growling like an animal in his ear. His whines kept getting smaller and smaller, signaling his orgasm. You took his cock in your hands, fucking him harder than any other time before.

"I'm close, 'm close Y/N", he breathed out.

"Cum for me Cilly", you growled, your own head getting foggy and heavy as your orgasm hit you. You had strength for a few more sloppy thrusts, Cillian's cock softening in your hand.

You felt him collapse onto you, too far gone in pleasure.

You kissed his neck tenderly, revisiting your lovemarks from earlier.

"The make-up artist is gonna kill me tomorrow", he murmured.

"I'm not sure you'll be able to go down the stairs love. Unless I pull out".

Cillian whined in complaint but your position left no other option. You pulled out of him, throwing the condom away quickly.

Cillian was lying limp in the covers as you left him. 

"Wore you off"?, you asked cheekily. 

"You wish, you bastard", he bit back laughing. You hugged him tightly, pulling the covers over your naked body, carefully avoiding the wet spot on the sheets.

"I've been thinking about you. All these years, no matter who I'd meet", Cillian whispered, his voice raspy.

You kissed him softly, admiring his beauty once again.

"What's gonna happen now"? he whispered.

You sucked in a deep breath. Everything that had happened suddenly felt more real with his question. You'd broken up not because of lack of love, but because your lives were so different…and now…Had that really changed now?

"Do you love me"?, you asked, looking into his beautiful eyes. 

"I love you Y/N".

"Then we'll make it work. Because I love you too Cilly".

You brushed his cheekbones, your heart full of the warmth and happiness you'd always associated with his smell.

"I've never been happier to attend a premiere", he whispered, giving you a peck on the lips. 

Cillian settled against your chest, a content little sight leaving him before he was fast asleep. 

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