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hii :3 how are you today? can i request dom!charlie fingerfucking fem!reader during movie night? all of their friends are with them so the reader has to be quiet.. also charlie gets really excited during the kill scenes

(inspired by a literal dream of mine i can’t breathe)

A/N: hi anon! i'm doing well, thank you sm for asking :). i love this idea, and i am so so jealous of your dream 😩. hope you enjoy!

Movie Night <3 - Charlie x fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: dom!charlie, sub!fem!reader, descriptions of gore, semi-public (?) fingering, cum eating

It was a cold, dark night, perfect for a scary movie. Charlie had invited you, Robbie, Kirby, Jill, and a few other friends over for a little movie night, specifically a slasher he had been wanting to watch forever.

That's how you ended up curled up on the couch, listening to everyone chatter and laugh while Charlie set up the TV. You were under a soft, blue blanket, which was slung over your legs comfortably. Robbie had sat next to you, the two of you making casual conversation about who knows what.

"Alright, that should do it.. you guys ready?" Charlie asked, turning to face the group with an excited smile. Most of them were sat on the floor, beers in hand and a large bowl of popcorn amongst them. Everyone agreed, beginning to settle down as the opening cedits started to flash across the screen. Charlie moved away from the TV, pointing at Robbie as he approached the couch.

"Get up, that's my spot," he huffed, glancing at you. Robbie groaned, but didn't argue, getting up and joining everyone else on the floor. Charlie grinned, settling himself on the couch with you. He leaned against the back, one of his thighs pressed to the arm of the couch. Once he was comfortable, he gave you an expecting look, wordlessly inviting you to cuddle up to him.

You didn't hesitate, scooting closer and moving the blanket so it was covering both your lower halves. You laid against his side, feeling his arm wrap around you. Both your legs hung off the couch, feet planted on the floor and your eyes landing on the TV.

The movie started out with one of those shorter clips they play in the beginning to get you interested, a pretty blonde girl innocently getting ready for bed. She's texting her boyfriend, brushing her teeth, getting changed.. perfectly mundane activities, unaware of her unfortunate future. Soon she's screaming and crying, getting chased down and brutally attacked by the antagonist. It's a classic opening, which you knew Charlie would appreciate.

Charlie was, of course, glued to the scene. He was watching with a small smile as it continued it's chorus of screams and metallic slashing, flashes of red reflecting in his eyes when the blood started flowing. He was absolutely enamored, and it had barely started.

When the movie cut out of the opening scene and started introducing the main characters, he took the time to look down at you. You were paying close attention to the film, the lights from the screen bouncing across your features fluidly. He bit his lower lip, his eyes raking down your figure slowly.

He could see down your shirt from the upward angle he was at, the sight making him fight back an eager smile. He glanced down to get an eyeful of those thighs he loved so much, sighing quietly when he remembered the blanket. It covered your legs, blocking his view.

You peeked up at him when he sighed, noticing he was more focused on you than the movie. He met your gaze, giving you a sheepish smile when you caught him staring. You just smiled back, shaking your head a bit and getting closer to him before looking at the TV again. It wasn't unusual to catch him staring, but it never failed to make you feel flattered.

He watched the movie with you for a while, and while he was interested, he just couldn't focus with you so close. He could feel how warm you were, even through the fabric of his clothes. After a few more minutes, he couldn't help himself anymore, moving his arm from around your shoulder downwards. You didn't think much of it when he settled his hand on your thigh, still looking forward. He squeezed gently, fingers pressing into the soft, warm flesh. His eyes stayed pinned on the screen, not wanting to miss the upcoming scene as he moved.

You started to squirm a little when his hand slipped upward, closer to the space between your legs. You turned to look at him, leaning up a little so only he could hear you.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, glancing at the others to make sure they didn't hear you. He shrugged, giving you a mock confused look. "I'm watching the movie," he answered innocently, turning his attention back to the screen. Kirby turned when she heard you chattering, briefly looking between the two of you before ignoring it.

You realized you were too close to the group to make any noise, your face starting to feel hot as you tried to stay focused. A gruesome scene was taking place on the TV, which of course, had almost all Charlie's attention.

Almost.

His hand moved higher up until his fingertips were brushing over the waistband of your pajama shorts, a shiver rolling up your spine at the warmth of his skin on yours. All you could do was try to control your breathing, your underwear getting more and more damp, soaking with your arousal.

He pushed his hand into your shorts, feeling how wet you were through the ruined underwear. You sucked in a sharp breath, catching Kirby's attention yet again.

"You alright?" she asked, and suddenly everyone's eyes were on you. Your face became hot, your lips parting as you tried to think of something to say. She looked a little confused, probably concerned about how flustered you looked.

"Yes.. yeah! Yeah, this movie's just giving me the heebie jeebies," you lied, earning a little smile from her. "I know, right? It's way better than I thought it'd be," she commented, and you weakly returned the smile. Your head fell back when she looked away, thanking whatever high power there was for keeping her oblivious to what you were doing.

Charlie kept you close, his free hand reaching under the blanket to force your legs apart. You bit back a whine, forgetting about the movie and turning to look up at him. He didn't return the look, watching the movie like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

He started rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit, shushing you quietly when you gasped. Nobody noticed that time, focused on the movie. You gripped onto his forearm, hips involuntarily bucking forward against his hand before stilling again, your palms sweaty and you breathing uneven.

You tried your hardest to focus, but it was impossible. All you knew was two characters on screen had been having a heart to heart or something, when they started kissing deeply, clawing at eachothers shirts and panting heavily. From the music and the way it was shot, you knew damn well what was about to happen.

Sure enough, things started escalating quick, and before you could really process it, it cut to a sex scene between the two. That actually held your gaze, and the coincidence would have been funny if you weren't internally battling your unbearable urge to beg for more from your resolute boyfriend.

Robbie whistled lowly when the girls tits were shown on screen, winning a smack on the back of the head from one of the girls, though you weren't paying much attention anymore. Charlie, however, watched with focus, thinking about the two of you in their position. He was working himself up, impatient with his own agonizing pace. He moved his hand, finally shoving it into your underwear after what felt like ages. He groaned under his breath, masking it with a weak cough.

He leaned his head down a bit, putting his lips close to your ear and making sure only you could hear him. To an outsider, it just looked like you guys were cuddling, the blanket concealing what was really happening to you. He quietly hummed in contemplation, teasing your soaked entrance with his index finger.

"Right here?" he asked lowly, though he already knew the answer. You nodded frantically, your nails digging into his arm and your heart pounding. It was so surreal that he was actually doing this to you, right where any of your friends could catch you.

Thank god he had the TV up pretty loud, because if he hadn't, there was no way anyone would mistake the wet sound of him finally pushing his finger into your needy cunt. You were biting your lip so hard that you thought you would bleed, your other hand shooting up to cover your mouth. He felt a sense of accomplishment, holding you close to him and leaning down. He kissed the top of your head, mumbling a quiet 'I know' before focusing on yet another gorey scene.

"Dude, the blood looks so real," Robbie said, and Charlie nodded, casual as can be. "Yeah it does, I told you it was gonna be good," he replied. He turned his head down to you, giving you a teasing smile. "You like it so far?" he asked, and you could only nod, trying not make any sound. You knew if you tried to speak, it would just come out all wrong. However, you actually did take the time to acknowledge the scene he was so into.

The way it looked was extremely disturbing, but well shot. He watched carefully, starting to pump his finger in and out of you simultaneously. You took deep breaths, your forehead starting to sweat a little as you got more and more worked up.

His thumb began working circles on your clit, middle finger joining his index. An unexpected whimper slipped from your lips, and Charlie's fingers paused, fear shooting though you. You cursed mentally, realizing you definitely weren't quiet this time. Some girl who's name you didn't quite remember turned this time, locking eyes with you.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're acting weird," she asked, annoyance tinting her voice. You felt embarrassed, but you weren't the one to answer her.

"Chill out, I accidentally pulled their hair. Just watch the movie," Charlie replied, upset by the interruption. She paused, before scoffing and turning her attention back to the TV. His reaction only turned you on more, you loved when he got all defensive for you. You leaned up when nobody was minding you anymore, pressing an appreciative kiss to his jaw. He smiled lazily, pushing his fingers back in when he was sure you guys were in the clear. You promised yourself you wouldn't get caught again, unsure how you'd be able to get out of it a third time.

The pleasure was all-consuming, leaving you completely breathless as he worked on you. His fingers were coated with your slick, yet still giving you enough friction to drive you nuts. Your stomach fluttered when he pushed them deeper, the length of his fingers never failing to make you squirm.

He was going faster now, his thumb applying more pressure to your clit and his fingers occasionally curling. You tried your best to stay quiet, which didn't go unnoticed by Charlie. He would make sure to reward you later that night for being so good, but for now he just wanted to get you to your release.

Your eyes were watering from frustration, unable to move around or say anything as he fingerfucked you under the blanket. You could faintly hear the lewd, wet noises, but with all the grotesque sounds coming out of the TV's speakers, you were sure it would be fine. Through all of it, Charlie stayed pretty much caught up with the movie, multitasking extremely well.. considering what he was doing. You, however, had no clue what it was about so far, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his fingers.

Your walls started clenching around his fingers, your legs shaky slightly and your eyes fluttering shut. Charlie could tell you were getting closer and closer, but he didn't stop, keeping you close against him and leaning down to speak quietly to you one last time.

"Come on, cum for me," he whispered, barely audible. You held onto his forearm for dear life, your other hand grasping desperately at his leg as the burning knot in your stomach snapped, hurling you over the edge. It all came down on you at once, the sweet, perfect pleasure multiplying rapidly as you shook in his grasp. He held you tight, pulling his attention from the movie to help you ride it out. He used his free hand to grab your jaw, tilting your head up and pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

You shuddered when it was over, still kissing him deeply as he pumped his fingers a few more times. He pulled back, an excited grin on his face when he met your tired gaze. You watched as he pulled his hand out of your pants and up to his mouth, pushing them past his lips. He was as quiet as he could be, cleaning them off. He had to fight back a satisfied hum, just settling back in like nothing ever happened.

He held you close for the rest of the movie, letting you lay your head in his lap and rubbing your back affectionately. He didn't say anything else for the duration of the film, silently planning what he was gonna do to you when everyone else left.

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A/N: in my charlie era tbh. i have so many requests for him, i love it 😭. this one's kinda rushed, and honestly it felt weird to not write more dialogue, but i was still so excited to write this :)! hope you enjoyed <3. (not proofread yet).

Promise part 3

I'm still working on two requests but in the meantime here's my AIB story

Y/n started to sprint to the vent as the person tried kicking the door open. Y/n climbed onto the chair and hurried to pull herself up into the vent. Just as she made it, 'it' started shooting. They grazed y/n's leg with one of the bullets

Y/n winced in pain but started crawling through it as quickly as possible. She stopped once the sound of bullets started to fade. She leaned against the side of the vent and looked to her leg. Her leg started to bleed profusely

Y/n ripped the stomach of her shirt and quickly wrapped it around the wound, tying it off. She leaned back again and suddenly realized

"That asshole left me" she whispered to herself. She felt the fury in her rise abruptly

"God when I find him he's dead" she spoke angrily. She mad herself get on her hands and knees to start crawling again. When she started to move she almost cried out in pain but held it in for the sake of her life

"15 minutes left"

The intercom spoke. Y/n sighed in relief, man how time flies when you're worried for your life. She still had her gun with her in the back of her pants because she didn't have any other place to put it

She was about to turn a corner until she heard something. Y/n froze and hid around the corner quietly. She grabbed her gun and held it at ready

She heard whatever it was getting closer. She turned the corner quickly and aimed the gun. She saw the blonde man raise his hands sarcastically

"You piece of shit. You left me to die back there" she whisper shouted. He cocked his brow

"Would you have stayed back there while a lunatic was shooting a gun?" He questioned rhetorically. Y/n huffed, still angry about being left. She lowered her gun and turned

"I'm finding a place to stay until this game is over" she spoke quietly. Chishiya almost laughed

"They know we're in the vents, what's to stop him from following" y/n halted. She pondered and realized that they did see her climb into the vent

"Ok so we need to get out of the vents, where would be a safe place to go though?" She turned to the man

"I don't know about you but I'm going to one of the clothing stores. You can stay in here if you'd like" he turned and started crawling. Y/n thought on it for a moment but ultimately her choices were very slim. She started to follow him through the vents, both trying to stay as quiet as possible

After a lot of twists and turns they made it to a clothing store. Y/n thought this might be helpful since she only has the outfit she's wearing. She pondered where the best hiding places in here would be and decided on 3 choices

The closet, under the desk, and the employee room. Under the desk wouldn't help with bullet holes and it's obvious, the closet would be where anyone would check so that only leaves the employee room. She just has to figure out where they would keep the key

Y/n looked through everything around the counter area

"Looking for something?" Chishiya Queried. Y/n huffed

"The key to the employee room. It's the best place to hide" she knelt down to check the Cupboards

"You mean this key?" Chishiya held the key by the strap and let it dangle. Y/n tilted her head a bit

"Where did you find it?" She questioned. He smirked and pointed to the shelves

"They should really hide it better" y/n let out a chuckle

"Well what are you waiting for? Let's get in there now" she ushered him to the door. Just as he was about to put the key in the lock they heard footsteps

now one of my new favorites

six

Jordan Li x F!Reader

In this chapter: a smidge of getting to know each other, then smut. that's it.

Warning: we meet the ex. smut with both fem and masc Jordan. bruising. (let me know what i missed)

word count: 2.8k

Part 1

A few days pass when you and Jordan finally go over the case together, laying out the suspects that were presented. Jordan sets up their computer so you can watch the interrogation videos. Jordan thought it'd be better to watch the tapes before requesting a face-to-face with the suspects yourselves.

After about 2 different suspects' videos, you tap out. "I need a break" You stand to stretch. Today you're dressed in sweats and T-shirt. You couldn't sleep the night before so you skipped your morning classes and chose something comfortable to meet Jordan in.

"Wanna get something to eat?" Jordan asks, presenting male today.

You nod and you both head to the vought-a-burger on campus. You and Jordan sit across from each other as you wait for your meals.

A small smile forms on your face at a poster on the wall of Homelander with the Seven Tower burger. "You know one of my very first memories of Vought a burger was sharing a seven tower burger with my dad" Jordan meets your eyes when you look to speak with him "That thing was so big but my dad had made a bet with my mom that he and I could finish it. He ended up walking home with like half the thing in a to-go box" you laugh, Jordan chuckles softly.

"Did you have to walk home too? Seeing how you also lost the bet?" Your eyes flicker over their dimpled cheek. You shake your head still smiling "My mom wanted him to walk home in silence, part of his punishment."

you and Jordan giggle again "What about you? Any Vought a Burger memories?" You ask trying to keep a conversation going.

Jordan looks to their arms that are crossed on the table. "My parents used to bring me like once a month, only if I was doing well in school." Their eyes meet yours again.

"Well I'm assuming you did well, seeing as now you're number 2" you tease.

Jordan smiles "What about you, number 6" They bring up your raking.

"6 is not 2” you smile “But I've done well in school. I had to, there was no other option but GodU" you say. "My parents didn't have money like that so I had to rely on a scholarship, it was the only way I'd get into my dream school"

"Godolkin was your dream school?"

You nod "A school for supes? It's all I ever wanted"

"Your parents must be proud" Jordan sounds sincere.

"They are" you nod "I was their only supe kid, even if i never join the seven I'll be set for life when I graduate"

"How many siblings do you have?" Jordan questions.

"Two sisters" you respond thinking of your older and younger sisters. "They're 27 and 16" Then you ask "What about you? Any siblings."

Jordan shakes their head "Only child" They look away from your eyes “I wish I had siblings, maybe then all their attention wouldn't be on me”

You purse your lips, sending them a closed-mouth smile. “That’s not my experience”

Just then your food is brought out on a tray, Jordan grabs your food for you first before grabbing their own. When you both settle into a comfortable silence while eating your food your attention is called to your phone which rings with an e-mail notification.

Your results from the clinic are in, along with your prescription for birth control. You're clean, which is a relief but then you remember the person across from you is the reason you need birth control (at least for now).

"Everything okay?" Jordan asks, eyebrows furrowed.

"Uh-" you debate on telling them the results. "Yeah." You put your phone down. "So how did you become Brink's TA?"

A few days later

You meet your cousins, Jenni and her older brother Mau at Jitter Bean in the morning before crime fighting.

"I can't believe you're convincing her to do this" Mau scolds his younger sister.

"She likes them!" Jenni defends.

"Honestly it didn't take much convincing" you say with a shrug making Jenni laugh.

Mau shakes his head, taking a sip of his black iced coffee "It's good, she's putting herself out there again, especially after your asshole friend broke her heart"

"First of all, we were all friends with him, and second, I haven't spoken to him in months" Mau says.

"Oh, what an ally" Jenni says sarcastically.

Just then the coffee shop entrance makes a whooshing sound as it's swung open. Naturally, you look up to see who it is, Jordan enters with Luke aka Golden Boy beside them. They talk animatedly, big smiles, hands flaring. Jordan doesn't see you. They're female presenting, they close looking slightly baggy on their smaller form.

Jenni the ever nosy person she is, follows your gaze. When she turns back to you there's a knowing smirk on her face.

"What?" You tilt your head.

"Nothing" she says but the smirk remains. Mau turns to the boys before rolling his eyes.

"You guys are little school girls"

Jenni glares at her brother "Oh shut up, you'll never know what it's like to be a girl with a crush"

"How different could it be from a boy with a crush?" He squints.

"I don't have a crush on them" you chime in, Mau and Jenni share a look, and before you can defend yourself your name is called behind them. Jordan walks over, catching the table's attention.

"Jordan" you smile. Jordan is smiling at you and it's only when Luke walks up behind them that they turn with an "Oh, Luke this is y/n, my partner for Brink's"

Luke flashes the brightest smile you've ever seen, that really is golden boy. "Yeah, number 6 right"

"Yeah, number 1" you greet him.

"These are my cousins, Jenni and Mau" you introduce them. Jordan and Luke smile and nod their heads politely.

"We're gonna walk to Brink's if you wanna join" Jordan offers. You look down at your watch to see it's 10 minutes till class.

"Shit, I didn't see the time. Yeah." you stand up grabbing your jacket and bag.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow?" You ask your cousins who nod.

"You guys go ahead, I'm gonna get something for Cate" Luke tells you both.

You and Jordan fall into step with each other as you walk to the lamplighter building. The ground is wet from light rain that's been happening randomly throughout the week.

"So" you stick your hand into your sweater pockets. "I got my test results back."

Jordan nods "I did too, I didn't know how to bring it up but I'm all clean."

You nod now "Me too"

"So do we-" You're cut off when someone bumps into your shoulder so roughly you stumble forward, you feel hands grab your waist before you hit the ground.

You grab their wrist as they steady you and look over your shoulder to find Jordan, mouth agape in concern.

"The fuck, dude?" Jordan turns their head to say. You follow their gaze to see Hasan. "Shit my bad-" he pauses "Heat?" he uses the nickname he gave you as a kid making you cringe.

"Hasan" you respond already looking away to straighten out your clothes.

"It's been so long." He's smiling and you want to punch him in the face but you're not surprised, Hasan is an asshole at heart. He knows talking to you is the last thing you'd want him to be doing, which is the only reason he continues. "It's my dad's birthday this weekend, I take it you'll be joining your parents?"

You don't respond because you didn't know, and the feeling of dread sneaks up in your chest. Your mom will make you go.

Hasan's parents are your parents’ best friends, they've known them since you were 4, and they're practically family. You can already hear your mom guilt-tripping you into going.

Hasan smiles, a knowing smile and you clench your jaw. "I'll see you Saturday" he winks before walking past you.

"Asshole" you mutter but Hasan has super hearing, so you know he heard.

"Who the fuck was that guy?" Jordan asks following Hasan with their eyes.

"My ex" you spit.

Friday night you've already started making the PowerPoint for Brink’s project, just a layout and the introduction of the Daisy Montes. Jordan (fem presenting) makes calls to witnesses to set up times to meet and discuss.

It's around 8 when you check the time and decide to call it a night. "We'll meet with Daisy's neighbor tomorrow" Jordan reminds you. You nod and stand to stretch, "are we gonna meet there?"

"I can drive us," they say and you respond with an "alright"

There's a beat of silence as you stand in front of Jordan who sits on the couch, Jordan's eyes fall to your exposed legs in your jean skirt. They don't even attempt to hide as their eyes slowly lift up your body to your face.

"Do you think we could-" Jordan starts but you cut them off with a hum and a nod. Jordan stands and you have to look down an inch as they step closer to you.

Their brown eyes look up at you and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears, a little voice in your head wonders if they can hear the wild bird in your chest.

"Just relax" Jordan mutters, eyes looking at your lips, you exhale before slipping a hand over their jaw, pulling them into a kiss. It's soft and light, testing the waters.

Their hands find your waist, deepening the kiss. Your hands travel to the nape of their neck opening your mouth. Soon it's all tongue and teeth, like you both have been starved, which you have but what is their excuse?

Soon they're leading you to their bed, where you're laid on your back. Jordan pulls away to take off their jacket, leaving on a white tank top before capturing your lips again. Their hair tickles your cheek but you pay it no mind. Your hands slip around their neck again. They trail kisses along your jaw and you gasp when their soft lips travel to your neck. "How are you feeling?” Jordan's voice is low, their breath against your neck.

You gently push Jordan away, and you both sit up. They look concerned but when you go to pull off your sweater you notice the way their mouth gapes, watching every move. When the sweater is gone and you're left in your bra you also notice the way their eyes darken, taking you in.

Then they're kissing you, laying you back again. This time when they trail kisses they don't stop at your neck, traveling to your tits, placing kisses over every exposed part.

When they look back at you, you can tell it's to check on you which warms your inside. “I’m good” you reassure them softly, when they find no hesitation in your expression they smile up at you from below your tits.

Fuck.

Then you're flipping them over so you're above them. You feel crazy like an animal let out of a cage, you wanna do so much that you don't even know where to start. So you settle for kissing them, loving the feel of their lips against yours.

Your hand travels over their stomach till you find the waistband of their pants. Jordan helps you pull them down till their left in boxer briefs, you pause to look up at them. "I know this is my first time in a while but you can stop me at any time, okay?" You remind them.

Jordan's mouth opens but they don't say anything for a couple of seconds before they say "Are you fucking kidding? I've been waiting so long for this" You can't help the giggle that escapes your lips.

You slip your fingers into the waistband of their underwear pulling them down to reveal their cunt. You feel nervous now, it's been years since the last time you ate someone out, you were a teenager, and even then you didn't really know what you were doing.

You slid your fingers between their folds and gasp at the warm arousal that coats your fingers "You're so wet" You sound amazed, it's almost comedic.

You teasingly rub their clit with feather-like touches, you look up at Jordan who watches with small whines leaving their mouth "Please" they whisper.

You obey, spreading their lips and licking a stripe from their entrance to clit, you lap at it a few times, slow and precise before carefully sliding a finger into their entrance, Jordan groans at the intrusion.

You test a few pumps before adding a second finger. You look for a rhythm that has Jordan’s features scrunching. "Oh," Jordan throws their head against the pillow.

You let yourself lose control then spitting, licking, and sucking at Jordan's cunt. You twist your fingers in hopes of going deeper. Jordan's hand grips the sheet beside their hips making you smirk.

"Faster" Jordan breathes out. "I'm so close" They look down at you now and you meet their gaze as you speed up your thrust, you suck their clit into your mouth.

You both hold eye contact as Jordan nears an end. They nod as you feel their walls tighten around your fingers till they're gushing. You both moan.

Jordan's head drops against the pillow again. You pull away from their cunt and clean up your fingers. "I haven't done that in a very long time" you say.

Jordan looks down at you as you sit up fingers in your mouth. Their eyes are still dark with lust. "well fuck" they breathe making you smile, and their eyes close with a groan before they sit up.

"Come here." They're leaning against the headboard and you crawl over to straddle their waist, you share a kiss and when you pull away you watch them shift to their masculine form.

Their hands grip your hips, and you both meet in a kiss again. You grind against their already half-hard cock, you're skirt has bunched at your waist so the only barrier in the way is your thin underwear.

You feel Jordan's calloused fingers sink into your skin. You pull away from their mouth, resting your forehead against theirs, their other hand finding your clothed cunt.

"You soaked through your underwear" Jordan groans, and your ears burn.

They pull your panties to the side so they can slip their fingers past your folds. "Holy shit" they curse. You feel your cunt flex around nothing.

Pulling away from them you lift off their lap to pull your underwear and skirt off. Then you straddle them once again.

"Can I-" you grab their cock.

"Wait- I need to get a condom" They start to push you away but you shake your head. "I'm on the pill, we're both clean. let just-" You rub their cock along your slit spreading your arousal.

Jordan watches you with an expression you've never seen on them before "Who am I to stop you" and with that you sink onto their cock. You both groan.

"Oh god, it feels so full" You don't even know that you're speaking out loud.

Both Jordan's hands land on your hips but they don't force you to move, they allow you to adjust to the almost unfamiliar sensation.

Your eyes are closed as you start slowly lifting and falling back onto their cock. "Look at me" Jordan groans "I wanna see your eyes"

Your mouth opens along with your eyes, Jordan's pained expression is the only thing in your field of vision.

It makes you want to go crazy but before you can speed up you're being flipped, Jordan above you, chain dangling between you two.

Their thrusts speed up just a bit faster than you had been previously.

"You-" they cut themselves off, never finishing their sentence when you reach under you and unclip your bra. "Fuck" they breathe leaning down to capture a nipple in your mouth.

"Yes" you gasp, arching your back into their mouth.

They pull away and adjust themself before they grab your waist and start fucking you faster. You groan looking around for something to hold to before settling for their sheets.

They toy with your clit, making your eyes roll back. "Yes" you breathe "I'm close"

Their grip tightens almost painfully but you can’t focus on that at the moment "Look at me" their voice sound strained, your half-lidded eyes find theirs and they're practically begging "cum, you cum first"

You do. The desperation in their voice sends you over the edge. Jordan follows suit, filling you. Their forehead to your cheek.

"Fuck" they groan.

You both wince when Jordan pulls out from you. They stand but you hardly register where they went before they were back, helping wipe you clean.

"Thank you for re-popping my cherry." You say after a moment of catching your breath, sitting up.

Jordan chuckles "Thank you for the opportunity" You smile at that. You look around for your clothes.

"Where's my shirt?" You question. You slip on your underwear, Jordan picks up your shirt from the floor and you stand to put it on but Jordan stops you, fingers running over your waist "I bruised you" you frown walking over to the full-length mirror by their closet.

You turn and on either side of your waist are 5 little bruises. You slip on your shirt, "they'll heal" you say nonchalantly. Then you walk over to the couch to look for your phone, you find it lying over project papers you unlock it to see it's 10 pm.

And that you have a missed call from your mom.

A/N

thank you for reading :)))))