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Temptation - Part 2

“A/N: I hope this next part is worth the wait, enjoy!

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The house was full of guests as the night time had finally arrived, everyone cheered, talked, drank and had fun as Robert’s party went on. I was drinking beer and playing pool with a couple of friends in his playroom.

I hadn’t seen Y/N for the rest of the day after our small event in the kitchen and as much as I secretly loved our cat and mouse game, it was better if we just stayed away from each other and so far so good. But deep down I was looking forward to see what was going to happen next between us.

“Can I play next?” Y/N’s voice caught my attention as she stood by her uncle’s side.

“Do you know how to play?” Matthew asked in a challenging tone.

“No, but I’m sure Till can teach me and I’ve heard upstairs he’s been kicking your ass for over an hour” She replied back and everyone laughed, including me.

“Damn Y/N, where did my cute little niece go?” Matthew pretended he was offended as they gave each other a side hug “I have an idea, I’ll let you train with Till for thirty minutes, then I’ll come back here to challenge you”

“Fifteen would be enough but since you insist…” She continued with her sassy tone.

“Watch your manners young lady” He took his bottle of beer and headed towards the basement’s stairs “Come on, Peter, let’s grab another drink with me. I’ll be back in 30!”

Fuck. Now I was going to be down here alone with her. Actually we weren’t completely alone, there were some other guys playing poker on a table a few feet away, but they were too engaged in their own game to pay attention to us.

“You look concerned” She smirked as she drank her own beer from the other side of the table “I promise I’ll behave”

“Have you ever played pool?”

“Once or twice maybe”

“Okay, come here”

She stood by my side and I handed her the wooden stick.

“Are you right or left-handed?”

“Right-handed”

“Okay, your feet should be a little wider than your shoulder, so spread your legs and bend over on the table” She glanced at me sideways with a devious grin on her face as she obeyed my beyond suggestive orders “Now hold the base of the stick with your right hand and rest the narrow end of the stick on your left hand”

“Like this?”

“Almost, let me help you”

I positioned myself behind her and corrected her hold on the base of the stick leaving my right hand on top of hers.

“This leg should be a little closer to the table” I said as I slid my left hand up the back of her left thigh, pushing it forwards a little, her skin shivering with the unexpected touch. It was my turn to tease her “And this hand should be like this” I bent over behind her and placed my left hand on top of hers, our mouths only inches away as our faces were side to side, and her ass was dangerously close to my crotch “Now you aim at the white ball and strike it not too gentle, but not too hard as well”

I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted to force her head down on the table and have her right then and there, in that exact position.

“Like this?” She struck the ball and sunk her first score.

“Good girl” I moved my left hand to her waist and whispered in her ear, scanning the room with my eyes to see if anyone was paying attention to us. I didn’t miss how she bit her bottom lip, but I quickly moved away from her before she had the chance to tease me back “Now all you have to do is practice and hit the right balls and you’re good to go”

She kept practicing as I gave her a few more tips and soon enough Matthew was back to challenge her. 

I sat on a stool close to the table and watched them play. It was a stirred match, but in the end Y/N won the game and ran towards me for a hug.

“WE WON, TILL” She hugged me, but soon let me go to make fun of her uncle “Loser!” She teased him.

“I let you win because you’re leaving again soon” He bragged just to taunt her. But the realization that soon she’d be gone made my heart ache a little.

“No, you didn’t, we could play as many rounds as you like and I’m sure I’d win all of them because I had the best tutor possibly”

“Next time we’re putting some money on the game!”

“Yeah, next time because now I need to get my dad’s cake” She said, leaving her stick on the table “Could you come help me with that, Till?”

“Sure” I followed her as we went up the stairs of the basement, returning to the ground floor of the house. 

But something was wrong, she didn’t bake a cake for Robert, she baked those cupcakes from earlier. 

“What about the cupcakes you baked?” I asked, trying to figure out what her plan was.

“They’re just snacks. My dad loves this cake from this local bakery and we’re going there to get it for him” She answered calmly as she fished the car keys from the key holder in the kitchen “You’re driving”

She threw me the keys and told her step-mother where we were going before we finally left the house.

“And here I was thinking you were up to something” I looked at her sideways as I started the car.

“Who said I’m not?” She replied quickly with a mischievous grin on her face.

‘Focus on the road’

I gathered all my willpower to keep my eyes on the road at all times. I was alone in a closed space with Y/N, anything could happen, and oh boy how I wanted it to happen, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t cross that line, she was my best friend’s daughter.

But she was so beautiful, so sexy, so feisty, so alluring and intoxicating. As much as I tried to ignore it, I was obsessed with her. I lied to myself saying that I didn’t want to see her or be around her. But my heart raced everytime I thought about her, let alone saw her.

And I must confess there was something else in this equation that drew me in deeper: the forbidden, the danger of lusting her, the unforgivable sin I was dying to commit.

I wanted her.

I needed her.

And gosh she was looking so beautiful in that flowery dress tonight, looking so innocent when we both knew that she was anything but it, and that turned me on even more.

Y/N put Robert’s cake in the backseat and secured it with the seatbelt around it before she returned to her seat.

“We’re good to go!” She exclaimed happily as she turned on the radio.

It was fun to watch her sing and dance to the songs she liked, until “Down On Me” by Jeremih and 50 Cent started to play.

Her hands ran down her body and between her legs, then back up to her chest, her fingers intentionally dragging the hem of her dress up almost to her hips, exposing her thighs as she did so.

“Eyes on the road, Till” She said innocently as she kept teasing me, spreading her legs wider apart. That girl… I’d get my revenge, but now I was at a great disadvantage. All I wanted to do was stop the car in the middle of the road and have my way with her, but it wouldn’t be enough, not after everything she’d put me into.

She looked at me with devilish intentions in her eyes as she rested her hand on my left thigh and caressed it lightly, getting closer to my crotch each time, until she reached my hard erection and started to stroke it through my pants, making me gulp and squeeze the wheel in my hands. 

Suddenly, Y/N unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. My heart raced in anticipation as she pulled my pants down just enough to free my cock, and before I could process what was about to happen, her tongue swirled lazily around my tip as she grabbed the base of my dick, stroking me lightly as she teased me with her tongue.

I sped up the car unconsciously as she sucked me, but I collected myself and started to drive a little slower as I shamelessly enjoyed the feeling of her wet warm lips around my shaft. My fingers’ knuckles turned white due to how hard I was gripping the wheel as she took me deeper in her mouth to her throat. Her mouth was good, so good it was painful to pay attention on the road as she bobbed her head up and down my length in a delicious rhythm.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her down on my cock, making her choke as I held her there for a couple of seconds, the feeling of her throat closing around my tip almost making me cum.

“Y/N…” I gasped, trying to warn her I was close, but she didn’t stop, instead she sped up her pace and intensified her deliciously sloppy movements, taking all of my length in her mouth each time.

I almost crashed the car when my eyes rolled back as an animalistic groan escaped my lips and exploded in her mouth. I watched her as she kept sucking my twitching shaft, eagerly swallowing all of my cum with her lust-clouded eyes connected with mine, still dazed with the orgasm I just had.

A car honk behind us caught our attention and I realized how slow I was driving. I focused my attention back on the road as she cleaned the saliva in the corner of her mouth with her finger, before she collected herself on her seat and fixed her messed up hair and dress.

I couldn’t believe what just had happened between us, we had finally crossed that line and there was no turning back now, but it was so fucking good, the adrenaline of living a forbidden affair was highly intoxicating.

A few minutes later we arrived at Robert’s house and before she could leave the car I held her by the wrist and pulled her for a kiss.

She was surprised at first, but quickly wrapped her hands around my neck as I deepened the kiss. I tangled my fingers in her hair as our tongues savored each other for the first time. That’s when it hit me, we were parked in front of a house full of guests that knew both of us and could catch us at any second. That was reckless.

“Wait, it’s dangerous here” I said, parting our lips.

“I know” She fixed her hair and dress once again “I’ll be waiting for you tonight in my bedroom, don’t let me down”

“I would never”

She gave me one last kiss and left the car.

I took a deep breath and got back inside the house. Despite the thrill and the excitement of finally having her, the party reminded me of how wrong it was.

“Till! There you are!” A drunk Robert called me from a small group of friends.

But I couldn’t bear looking at his face, not when I had just cummed in his daughter's mouth just minutes before.

The time passed incredibly slowly as I was counting the seconds for that party to end and to have Y/N in my arms. But after it was done and all the guests left, Robert and Heidi wished me a good night before I went to the guest room where I was staying for a long shower.

I could feel myself getting a little hard just by thinking about what was happening tonight. I wore some comfy pajamas and went to Y/N’s room, my rational side hoping she’d changed her mind, while my physical side was already envisioning her moaning underneath me while I fucked her hard.

Robert and Heidi were fast asleep by the time I got to her bedroom. I took a deep breath and suddenly she opened the door and pulled me inside, closing it behind me before I pulled her for a kiss.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” I asked her as my eyes traveled down her body covered by her sleeping robe.

“Yes” She took my hand and put it on her naked pussy beneath the robe, making me feel how wet she already was for me “I want you, Till” She whispered against my lips.

I took my hand back and licked her arousal off my fingers, tasting her as I looked deep inside her beautiful eyes. Then, I pulled the string of her robe, slowly untying it and she bit her bottom lip as the robe slid down her arms revealing her completely naked body in front of me.

I pulled her for a passionate kiss as my hands explored her curves and we slowly walked to her bed. Our kiss was hungry, needy and obscene, our mouths and tongues connected in a perfect rhythm as she ran her hands down my abs to the hem of my shirt to undress me.

I broke our kiss and pushed her to her bed roughly making her whimper as I quickly undressed myself so we had no more distractions between us. I stroked myself slowly as she opened her legs for me and gave me a full view of her dripping intimacy, sliding one of her hands down her body towards her core and touching her wet folds and clit as she watched me.

We watched ourselves shamelessly as our eyes devoured each other. It was so erotic, so sexy, and mouthwatering, I was practically drolling over her as I imagined all the ways I would have her.

“You have no idea what you signed up for” I said, pulling her by the ankle to the edge of the bed and leaned in to kiss her, making sure my dick would rub against her soft flesch as we kissed.

I broke our kiss and drove my lips to her neck, making a trail of kisses and soft love bites on her sweet spot close to her earlobe. She whimpered and rolled her hips upwards trying to make her entrance meet my tip, but I pressed her hips down on the bed keeping her in place. She’d tortured me for so long, now I was going to torture her.

“Shh… I’ll take my time with you” I whispered against her lips as I slid my hands from her thighs to her breasts, fondling them before pinching her nipples lightly, making her arch her body against me, seeking for more contact.

“I need to feel you from inside… please” She purred.

“Not yet” I bit her bottom lip teasingly before my lips trailed down her neck to the valley of her breasts.

I licked my way down her stomach and stopped right under her navel, biting the soft skin in the area as I cupped her breasts, rolled them with the palms of my hands and squeezed them. My lips traveled up her body once again towards her chest, where they replaced one of my hands on her soft mounds. I rolled her hard nipple with my tongue before I sucked it and bit it lightly, earning a moan from her. I switched my attention between her breasts, while my mouth took care of one, my hand massaged the other, never neglecting them.

I sucked her breasts one last time as I grazed my short fingernails on the sides of her body, from her ribs to her ass cheeks, squeezing them hard. My lips trailed wet kisses down her stomach towards her pussy as I spread her legs further apart.

I skipped her core and licked her inner thighs, earning me a frustrated moan out of her lips as I sucked hard a spot close to her crotch, hard enough to leave a mark for a couple of days. I knelt down on the floor in front of the bed so my face was in the same level as her pussy. I held her by her hips as I brushed my lips on her womanhood and blew it slightly making her shudder with the warm breath touching her sensitiveness. 

“Come on, Ti…” She lost her words when my flat tongue lapped from her entrance to her clit, licking every drop of her delicious juices, making a moan escape her lips.

“Quiet” I commanded, squeezing her thighs as a warning sign.

She bit her bottom lip and squirmed when I rolled my tongue over her clit and then sucked it. She clawed the sheets and arched her back as I devoured her, making sure I’d hit her sensitive spots with the right speed and intensity according to her reactions everytime. She pulled my hair and pressed my head down as if she was trying to merge my face with her pussy as I flicked and sucked her clit eagerly.

She whined as I slid a finger inside her while I kept eating her out, quickly finding and stimulating her g-spot, curling my finger slightly in ‘come here’ motions in sync with my tongue movements on her clit. I knew she was getting close to her climax, and due to her unstoppable wriggling, I snaked my free arm around her thigh and rested my hand on her lower stomach, keeping her in place.

I added a second finger inside her and she bit her own arm to keep her from moaning and announcing to the whole house what was happening inside that room. Her walls clenched my fingers and my cock got painfully harder just with the thought of her warmth clenching around it as I fucked her. Fuck.

I intensified my movements with my tongue and my fingers and she clenched her thighs around my head tightly keeping me in place as her whole body trembled with her climax and she quickly covered her face with a pillow to muffle a loud moan. I lapped all of her arousal as I kept stimulating her, riding her high to its fullest until her body got relaxed.

I hovered over her and traced my thumb on her swollen lips as I delighted myself in her stupidly sexed expression, before my lips captured hers once again in a deep, passionate, addictive kiss.

Without parting our lips she flipped us over and got on top of me, holding my arms against the mattress as she grinded her wetness against my shaft teasingly.

“Are you trying to take over control?” I challenged her as she nipped and sucked my neck and positioned my tip on her entrance.

“I’m not trying, I’m taking” She answered before she slowly sank in slowly all my length inside her. Deep gasps left our lips as my cock stretched her tight walls and I rolled my eyes to its tightness around me “Fuck, you’re so big…”

She whined as she let go of my arms and slid both her hands down my chest, scratching me as she slowly started to rock her hips back and forth. I bit my bottom lip and squeezed her asscheeks trying to make her move faster and harder, but she was doing that on purpose, just to tease me with her torturing rhythm.

What a beautiful view I had in front of me: an amazing naked woman on top of me, riding me with a beautiful sexed expression trying not to moan as I filled her deep. Her beautiful round breasts jiggled as she rolled her hips and sped up her pace, bouncing on top of me deliciously, impossibly better than in my daydreams about her.

I ran my hands up her body and cupped her boobs, squeezing them as she rode me violently, making me want to cum right on the spot, but I couldn’t. As much as I wanted her to ride me until I cummed, I still needed to teach her a lesson for all the teasing I had been through, and before she could react, I grabbed her arms and flipped us over again.

“I must say I loved having you on top of me” I slid one of my hands from her arms to her neck, choking her.

”But I’m a dominant…” I growled, stating my position as I pushed myself inside her again, impossibly deeper than before and choked her harder, stifling a loud scream out of her throat “Now be a good girl and don’t make a sound”

With my other hand, I put her legs over my shoulder so I could go even deeper and I increased my speed and roughness with each violent thrust. My hand left her neck and covered her mouth as she couldn’t stop moaning as I railed her and the sound of our skins slapping resonated through the room.

I pulled myself out of her and flipped her on fours, spreading her legs apart with my knees as I pressed her head down on the bed by her nape. 

I bit one of her asscheeks and licked all the way up from her ass to her shoulder blades before I thrusted my dick inside her again, reaching a new depth due to the new position, making her nearly scream.

“Too d-deep” She moaned.

“Quiet!” I growled and smacked her ass in reprehension, which she just seemed to enjoy even more.

I saw her smiling devilishly as she looked to our right and just then I realized she had a floor to ceiling mirror next to her bed, and what a beautiful scene it was to watch my hips slapping against her round ass, which only made me slam in harder inside her.

“So you like to watch what I’m doing to you?”

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back, making her body shiver and arch towards mine as I whispered against her ear, never ceasing the thrusting.

“So let’s take a closer look”

I pulled her out of the bed and led us to the mirror making her face it. She rested both of her hands on the mirror as I held her by her hips and pushed myself inside her as I also watched us in the mirror.

My sweaty black hair was all over my face and my muscles flexed with each thrust. Her mouth was open in ecstasy and her eyes were clouded with lust as she watched herself being dominated by someone she could never even dream of getting involved with. 

The adrenaline of the forbidden.

That’s until a knock on the door caught our attention and made us frozen on our spots.

“Y/N, are you okay?” We heard Robert’s muffled voice from the other side of the door and we both looked at each other terrified.

She quickly ran to the door and unlocked it, answering him with just her head out, blocking him from any other view from the room.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” He asked again.

“Yes, dad, I’m okay” She answered. That’s when I had an idea. An idea that could go really wrong. I tiptoed behind her and let her know I was there by holding her waist in place.

“I thought I had heard some strange sounds coming from your room”

“Nevermind, I’m having these awful pangs of cramps” I penetrated her again as she spoke to him, forcing her to strangle any reaction while she spoke to her dad, but I knew she was having a hard time since the knuckles of her fingers on the door knob got white with how hard she was gripping it “I j-just took a medicine for it and s-soon I’ll be fine, o-okay?” She stuttered as I moved in and out of her and a torturing pace, her walls clenching around me, forcing me to hold back a moan.

“Okay babe, call me if you need anything”

“Sure, thanks dad”

She finally closed and locked the door and I pulled her hips harshly to meet mine while she braced herself on the door as I resumed my pace. One of my hands squeezed one of her breasts while the other snaked itself around her head covering her mouth as I pounded in and out of her, still standing behind the door.

She was reaching her limit and so was I, her legs were already faltering, so I led us to her bed again and laid her there. I hovered over her again and didn’t waste any time before I continued railing her, even harder than before. She clawed my arms and my back while she bit her bottom lip to keep her from moaning, our eyes both dazed with pleasure connected intensely as I fucked the life out of her body with my ruthless thrusts.

“Cum inside me, Till!”

She sank her nails on my arms, her eyes rolled back and her walls clenched around my twitching cock while she arched her back and her whole body trembled underneath mine as she was blinded by her orgasm, her clenching and her plead making me get my own climax at the same time as her. I rode our highs, burying myself deep with faltering but hard thrusts as I spilled myself inside her, before I gathered all my strength to finally pull myself out of her.

“It’s dripping down my thighs” She giggled, still out of breath, as her fingers collected some of the cum that was oozing out of her. She looked at me obscenely and licked her fingers looking deep inside my eyes.

“If you get me riled up again I won’t stop until you pass out”.

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Closer - Bill Skarsgard x Reader (+18)

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Author’s note:

Hello everyone, tiktok edits have been doing wonders to my imagination lately so I decided to bring this small idea I had to life, I hope you enjoy it!

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Explicit mentions of smut.

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

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

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The flash of cameras painted the night bright, relentless. Y/N stood a step behind her husband, her expression serene, composed, practiced to perfection. But inside? She was starving.

Y/N was in a dress that left very little room for imagination. Black satin, backless, halter neckline drawing the eye to her collarbones and the delicate dip between them. It clung to her waist, skimmed her hips, and opened up into a high slit that made it criminal for her to move too quickly. Elegant. Sexy. Just dangerous enough. Her hair was up, only a few loose curls framing her face, neck bare, skin glowing under the lights.

Bill moved through the crowd with that quiet confidence that made people stop mid-sentence just to watch him pass. He didn’t chase attention, he didn’t need to. Every autograph he signed, every brief glance he gave, every question he answered it was all so casual, so effortless.

She admired how he spoke, but what undid her were the little things he didn’t even realize he was doing. The subtle roll of his shoulders as he shifted from foot to foot, how the muscles in his jaw flexed slightly when he was thinking. The occasional scrape of his teeth against his bottom lip when he smiled.

To make things worse, he looked impossibly handsome tonight. His suit fitted like it had been made with only him in mind, hugging his broad shoulders and narrow waist perfectly, and its color, a chocolate-brown, highlighted his beautiful green eyes.

Y/N had a special obsession with his hands though. When he gestured mid-interview, fingers slightly splayed, palm up, she stared longer than she meant to. She couldn’t help it, it was like her body remembered before her brain could catch up. The way those hands had gripped her hips the night before, pressing her down into the sheets while she arched up into him, half-crying from how good he felt inside her. The way his thumb had circled her clit, slow and heavy, like he had all the time in the world. The way he had held her throat, not to hurt her, but to own her when she shattered around him.

Her thighs discreetly pressed together. God, if she could just grab him by the collar and pull him behind the nearest curtain, she would. Let them hear. Let them wonder.

He moved again, flashing a small smile at a reporter, head tilting in that way he did when he was listening intently. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. Just a quick thing, thoughtless. But again it hit her like a goddamn truck and her stomach twisted with need.

She could barely breathe from how much she wanted him. And then his eyes found hers, for just one second, maybe two. He met her stare and let his gaze fall to the slit in her dress and then rise to her red lips, earning her a small smirk that lasted for only a beat on his own before he drove his attention back to the journalists.

It was a warning. Bill knew exactly what she had in mind, he could feel it coming from her by the way her eyes were practically burning holes in him.

Y/N swallowed hard, looking away before she did something reckless. Like dropping to her knees and choking on his cock in front of everyone.

The premiere dragged on, just like the after party. Y/N usually enjoyed attending those events, but tonight she just wanted to go home.

She felt like she was glowing from the inside out. Not from the camera flashes, not from the praise and polite greetings whispered to her like she was some rare thing by the people they passed, but from the sheer, unrelenting desire pulling at every nerve in her body. Her skin felt tight, her breath shallow behind the soft smile she kept perfectly in place. She mingled when needed, answered questions when spoken to, posed at his side like she belonged there. But her eyes kept drifting back to him. Always.

Bill leaned against the balcony rail, listening to someone with his usual poise, nodding occasionally, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding a whiskey glass. And all she could think about was how those fingers felt inside her, lazily curling as he watched her fall apart, the low murmur of his voice talking her through every wave of it, “I know, baby, I know” - the memory of his own words making her shiver.

God, she was going to combust.

She caught him watching her again once or twice, ever for long, just long enough to make her burn.

By the time the party began to thin out and goodbyes were being exchanged, she was practically vibrating. His hand landed at the small of her back as they left, a light touch, gentlemanly. But even that was enough to make her stomach flip.

The car was waiting and Bill opened the passenger door for her, flashing her that look again, one that only just hinted at what was underneath. She slid in, crossed her legs slowly, and caught the slight hitch in his breath as her thigh peeked through the slit of her dress again.

Once on the road, silence filled the car and felt like a time ticking bomb ready to explode.

Y/N stared at him, at the way his long fingers wrapped firmly around the steering wheel, the way the tendons in his hand shifted slightly and the way his signature rings eventually glimmered under the street lights.

Her eyes dropped to his lips and her thoughts wandered to how that mouth, currently unspeaking, had worshiped every inch of her body.

His jaw was tight, his focus locked on the road. But it wasn’t the kind of concentration that came from needing to drive carefully, it was something else. She could feel it. How his entire body was wired for tension and calm at the same time, like a wolf in a tuxedo.

That control, that restraint. Despite his stoic poise, she knew he was also struggling and maybe, just maybe, if he wasn’t a public person, he’d pull the car over and have his way with her right on the street. The big bulge strained by his pants only confirmed that.

She couldn’t look away.

Her fingers curled tightly in her lap and she bit her bottom lip, trying to ground herself. Trying not to let the sound of the engine rumbling beneath them feed into the fantasy playing out in her head. One where he’d bend her over and fuck her senseless. She swallowed, hard.

“We’re almost home.” He glanced at her sideways with a knowing smirk.

His voice was low and casual, almost amused. Y/N didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her mouth had gone dry the moment he moved his free hand to adjust his cock inside his pants.

She clenched her thighs, barely breathing, her pulse thudding loud in her ears. His scent drifted over with every breath of shared air, clean skin, expensive cologne, a trace of smoke and something so uniquely him that always made her ache.

She reached for the hem of her dress, smoothing it slowly along her thigh as if that would somehow help. It didn’t. Nothing could help the wildfire under her skin now.

One of Bill’s hands rested on her left thigh, squeezing it slightly and she nearly whimpered.

He didn’t look at her, not yet. Just sat there, completely composed, his thumb drawing small circles on her skin.

By the time they reached their house, she was trembling.

He parked, cut the engine and then he turned in his seat, one hand resting on the wheel, the other still on her thigh, green eyes meeting hers with deliberate slowness as he gave her a tight squeeze.

She stared back at him, pupils blown wide, lips parted, dress riding scandalously high as he leaned in just enough that his voice came out in a demanding whisper.

“Inside.”

That was all he said, but it was all she needed.

She didn’t wait for him to open her door. Y/N stepped out on shaky legs, the night air doing nothing to cool the fever burning beneath her skin. Bill was already rounding the car, his movements controlled but urgent, tension humming off of him in waves.

The front door clicked shut behind them and then came the sound: his belt hitting the floor.

She turned to look at him and in two strides, he had her pinned against the wall, one hand in her hair, the other gripping her thigh and dragging it up around his waist. His mouth hovered just over hers, breath hot, eyes dark, chest rising hard against her.

“You think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at me all night?”

His hand slid higher up her thigh, fingers grazing dangerously close to where she was already dripping for him.

“The way your eyes begged me to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until you forgot your own name?”

She whimpered when pressed his hips into hers.

“Now I’m going to do every filthy thing I’ve been thinking about since the second you stepped out in that dress…”

He paused, his breath catching slightly as he looked at her, devouring her with his eyes.

“And I won’t stop until you can’t remember what it feels like not to be full of me.”

Video Games - Dad!Bill Skarsgard x Reader (part 2) (+18)

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Author’s note:

Good evening everyone!! This story was based on two similar Anon requests, so I made them as a part 2 of my previous dad!Bill story. If you haven’t read the first part yet, you can find it in the masterlist above!

The requests:

And for the Anons who requested it, I hope it lives up to your expectations! (let me know if you do!)

Disclaimers: fluff, smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, breeding kink, praise kink and some dirty talk. Again: this has explicit sexual content, you’ve been warned.

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

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

I hope you enjoy this second part and requests with Bill are always open, so if you have any ideas I’m all ears! (btw, I’m trying to come up with a jealous/possessive one so if you have any ideas or suggestions regarding that, they’re welcome!!)

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

Tag list: @muchwita @witchofozz @wiseyouthinfluencer @malenoradgn @bloodykisserr @a-differentbrandof-beans 

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The snow hadn’t stopped falling since that Christmas Eve morning, blanketing the pine trees outside of the wide living room windows of Bill’s parents’ house. Inside, warmth wrapped around him like a second skin, the gentle crackle of the fire in the stone fireplace, the scent of roasted Christmas dishes, mulled wine and cinnamon lingering in the air.

He leaned against the doorway, quietly observing the soft buzz of his family gathered for the holiday. Y/N was kneeling by the low coffee table, feeding peeled pieces of apple to their son, who had his eyes trained on his mom, babbling something about Santa and the presents he’d bring them over night. 

Her sweater had slipped off one shoulder, hair was tied up in a makeshift ponytail and she was smiling wide, glowing in that way she always did when she was too busy to realize how gorgeous she looked.

Bill watched the curve of her lips, the way she gently wiped Leo’s chin so he wouldn’t drop and smudge his grandma’s rug, murmuring something that made their little boy giggle. The softness in her voice, the lightness in her movements, the patience and way she took care of their child, it undid him completely.

She was everything he could’ve ever dreamed of: his lover, best friend, partner and mother of their son, his entire universe wrapped in one breathtaking woman.

And watching her just being herself with their child made him want her bad.

He hadn’t known it was possible to fall even harder for his own wife, but here he was, wrecked by the simplest moment, watching her press a kiss on Leo’s hair as he proudly cheered himself for eating the whole apple like the good boy he was. Bill’s heart couldn’t stretch any fuller.

And still, he wanted more. More of her. More of this life. More of them.

He wanted to start it all over again, cradle her through the soft months of pregnancy, watch her glow like she always had, full and blooming with another piece of him growing inside her. The thought struck him hard, low in his gut, blurring everything else in the room.

God, he wanted it. Wanted her so badly at that moment, he could barely stand still. She was all softness and strength, all warmth and light, and he ached to wrap himself around her, press into her and not stop until she was trembling and filled. Until they were breathless and she was his in that deep, unshakable way that made his chest tighten and his cock twitch with need.

They’d talked about having another one eventually, gentle conversations behind closed doors, smiles exchanged in bed, wondering glances at baby clothes long outgrown. And now, with the firelight dancing against her skin and their son tucked safe in her lap, Bill was sure: it was time, and he could only hope she was also ready for that journey again.

Bill was still watching her when she looked up and caught him. Her gaze lingered for a beat too long, her smile curving knowingly as she tilted her head, brushing a hand over Leo’s hair.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, low enough that only he could hear as he walked across the room to meet her.

He didn’t look away. “Can you blame me?”

She laughed under her breath, eyes sparkling. “You’ve got that look again.”

He raised a brow.

“The one that screams ‘I want to send you straight to the delivery room.’”

Bill choked on a laugh, glancing around to make sure no one else heard.

“Your eyes aren’t exactly subtle, baby,” she added, still grinning, though there was a blush creeping across her cheeks. “You keep looking at me like that and your mom’s gonna start planning another baby shower.”

“I’m just appreciating my wife,” he said innocently, stepping closer under the pretense of straightening Leo’s toy on the table. “Is that a crime?”

“Mmm... Depends on what you’re planning.”

They didn’t need to say more. It was already in the air between them, thick and unspoken.

Later, after dinner and hot cocoa passed around in mismatched mugs, Leo had curled up sleepily on the couch between Y/N and his aunt. Eija had scooped him into her lap, rocking him gently as he fought to keep his eyes open.

“He’s all tuckered out,” she whispered.

Y/N ran a gentle hand over her son’s hair. “Big night for a little elf.”

“I can keep him with me tonight,” Eija offered casually, shooting a quick glance toward her brother. “If that gives you guys a break.”

Bill didn’t miss the way she smirked a little, nor the way Y/N’s breath hitched beside him expectantly.

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked.

“Of course. He’s already asleep, and I’ve missed having my little shadow.” Eija stood carefully with Leo against her shoulder, patting his back. “You two go rest. Or whatever.”

Bill met her eyes and gave her a thankful nod as reached for Y/N’s hand before they headed for the stairs, his grip firm, warm, and just a little too eager for having her all to himself.

They crept quietly up the stairs, the muffled warmth of laughter and dishes clinking drifting behind them as they slipped into their bedroom. Bill shut the door softly behind them, the latch clicking into place with a finality that made her pulse flutter a little.

She moved toward the bed first, tugging off her socks and tossing them in the corner, changing into one of his old t-shirts as she mumbled something about how she loved his mother’s choice of decor this year. Bill just watched her, leaning back against the door for a moment, taking her in like a man who’d waited all day for this.

“What?” she asked when she noticed him staring again, her brow raised with amusement.

He shrugged, crossing the room while he took his own sweater along with his shirt off. “Nothing. Just thinking how good you looked tonight.”

Y/N gave him a look. “You’ve been looking at me like that since before lunch.”

He slipped behind her, hands finding her waist as she pulled back the comforter. “Can’t help it. Watching you with our son…” he paused, nuzzling her neck as they crawled into the bed together and settled under the covers, her back to his chest, his arm wrapping around her the second she was within reach, “I just want to put another one in you.”

Y/N let out a soft, breathy laugh, one that caught in her throat as his hand splayed low across her belly.

“Subtle,” she murmured, but her tone was anything but disapproving.

He nuzzled behind her ear, voice lower now, rough with want. “You think I’m joking?”

She didn’t answer, not with words, just shifted her hips back against him and felt him, already thick and hard, pressed against her ass.

“I think Leo would love to have a baby sister… Plus everyone says I’m a girl dad, so it’s only fair we try for a little girl…”

His hand moved slowly, possessively, down from her waist, over the curve of her hip and then lower still, fingers slipping back up over the inside of her thigh beneath the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

“No panties?” he asked, groaning into her skin when his fingers didn’t bump into any barriers and skimmed close to her core. 

“And not on the pill.”

Bill went completely still. Her words felt wrapped in velvet ribbon. Then his breath left him in a low, disbelieving groan, lips pressed against the back of her shoulder like a prayer.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice thick, lips brushing her skin as his hand flexed at her thigh and slid upward, grazing over her slick folds. His fingers dipped into her heat with a teasing slowness, dragging through her wetness like he needed to memorize how ready she already was. 

“You’re soaked. Is this for me?” He rolled his fingers over her clit, slow and deliberate, coaxing a shiver from her spine. “Are you this wet thinking about me getting you pregnant again?”

She arched into his touch, a low sound catching in her throat. “You tell me.”

He groaned softly, mouth pressing hot and open kisses to her neck as he reached his other arms underneath her, slipping his hand under the borrowed t-shirt she wore to cup her breast. She was soft and full against his palm, nipple pebbling beneath his touch as he bunched the fabric up and out of the way. 

“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” he muttered, almost to himself, as he briefly drove his hand away from her pussy to pull his sweats down and free himself.

Then, he shifted closer, lining the thick head of his cock against her entrance, dragging it through her wetness but not pushing in yet.

“Bill,” she whispered, pressing back against him, greedy to have him stretch her.

“Shhh,” he murmured in her ear, guiding himself slowly between her folds, the head of his cock protruding between her legs at each stroke, and the sight of it when she looked down to watch it made her only want him more.

He rocked his hips forward just a little and lined his head on her entrance, not breaching her yet, just nudging her open with the weight of him, pressing his tip against her opening again and again. She whimpered, a soft, high sound that slipped out of her before she could stop it.

And just as he finally began to sink in, slowly and all the way inside, she moaned. It was sharp and sweet and utterly unfiltered, the kind of sound that lit something primal behind his eyes. His hand shot up fast to cover her mouth as he groaned into her neck.

“You want the whole house to hear how you sound when I’m putting a baby in you?” he rasped. “When I’m inside you, filling you deep just how you like it?”

She whimpered against his hand at his words, hips pressing back to take more of him in.

“That’s it,” he breathed, starting to move, even deeper now, slow and relentless. “That’s my girl. You take me so well. You were made for me.”

She moaned again, muffled by his hand, her body melting into the rhythm he gave her.

There was something unbearably erotic about the way their bodies fit together in the quiet dark, curled in the intimacy of that spooned embrace. Her back was pressed flush to his chest, the long, solid length of him molded against her every curve like he’d been made to hold her this way. 

His breath was hot at her neck, lips grazing the shell of her ear with every low grunt, one of his hands fondling her breast and the weight of his other arm wrapped tight around her middle made her feel both claimed and cherished. 

“Gonna feel so good when I cum inside you,” he whispered filth-soft against her ear.

He slipped the tips of his fingers into her mouth now, and she took them greedily, sucking them in with a quiet moan, tongue curling around them.

“Fuck, baby…” His hips stuttered, just for a beat. “You suck my fingers like that, I’m gonna lose it.”

She rocked back against him, meeting his movements, chasing every inch of him as he moved inside her with a deep, possessive rhythm. He pulled his fingers from her lips with a slick pop, then gripped her jaw, tilting her head back as he kissed her feverishly. 

Bill then eased his hand down her thigh, gripping and guiding her as he pulled out with a teasing drag, earning a frustrated whimper out of her due to the sudden emptiness.

“Get on your back, baby.”

She did as she was told without a word, flushed and pliant, eyes dazed with lust as she rolled beneath him. The moment he was between her legs, she spread them wider as he hovered above her. 

His cock rested heavy against her heat, still slick from her, and he looked down at her all sprawled out for him, like she was the only thing that had ever mattered.

“You gonna be good for me?” he murmured, brushing his lips over hers. “And keep it quiet while I fill you up the way you want?”

She nodded quickly, lips parting on a breathless whisper. “I’ll be good.”

Bill gave a low, rough laugh, kissing her passionately as he pushed back inside her in one long deep thrust that made her gasp, her nails dragging down his back as the position allowed him to go even deeper than before.

“Eyes on me,” he rasped, voice almost gone with restraint. “I want to see you.”

Y/N’s gaze locked on his, wide and raw with her love for him as her body surrendered to him completely. He started to move, each thrust dragging her closer to the edge as his cock hit that very perfect spot inside of her.

Her hands slipped up to cup his face, and the kiss they shared was a mix of heat and love and desperation, his tongue sweeping against hers in time with every thrust of his hips.

Bill slid one of his hands down between them, fingers grazing the dip just below her navel. He pressed his palm there firmly, like he could feel himself inside her.

“You feel that?” he whispered, forehead pressed to hers. “How deep I am? Right here, buried inside where no one else gets to be.”

She rolled her eyes as the pressure made everything tighter, sharper, more overwhelming. Each deep stroke sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her, intensified by the weight of his palm pressing down.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, unable to stop herself, the sensation so deep it bordered on unbearable. His name broke from her lips in a soft, desperate gasp, and he swallowed it whole, kissing her like he never wanted to let her go.

His hand then slid lower until his fingers found her clit, slick and swollen. He circled it lightly at first, as if savoring every twitch of her body beneath his, then with more pressure and more intent. 

The added sensation sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her, her hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Her breath hitched against his lips, her moan caught somewhere between a sob and a plea, and still, he didn’t stop, working her expertly, drawing her closer and closer to the edge with every stroke of his cock and every swirl of his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered into his mouth. “Please, Bill, just like that…”

“I won’t, baby” he promised, voice shaking as he felt her walls clenching around him. “I’m not stopping until I feel you cum on my cock. Until I know you’re mine… full of me.”

She bit back a moan, hands gripping the back of his neck as her body began to tremble beneath him. “God… I’m so close…”

“I know, honey, I know. I’ve got you.” He purred against her ear.

His hips snapped a little harder now and he couldn’t stop staring down at her all flushed, open, perfect, every bit of her his.

“Cum with me,” he growled, his thumb circling faster now. “I want you to cum when I do.”

Her back arched, a broken gasp leaving her lips as she tightened around him. “Yes, yes… Bill, I’m,”

“Now, sweetheart,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt and looking deep into her eyes. “Let go for me.”

And she did, crying out his name in a choked whisper as her orgasm crashed over her, body trembling with every shockwave of it. Bill followed with a deep moan, hips grinding as he spilled inside her, riding their highs and holding her tight as if he could anchor them both to the moment.

They stayed like that, locked together, breathing hard, their hearts thudding in sync. He brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead and kissed her softly.

“Merry Christmas,” she whispered with a dazed smile.

He chuckled, still inside her, eyes warm. “Best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

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

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

Author’s note:

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

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

Masterlist

Disclaimers:

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

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

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

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

WC: 4.8K

Tag request: @paraficwriter @malenoradgn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And God, you wanted him to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His restraint snapped.

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

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

And then he took.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then his lips were on you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come here,” he rasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” he groaned “ride me”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And neither were you.

Good Girl Gone Bad (Javier Peña x Reader)

A/N: Heyyy, another Javier Peña thristy fanfiction for you!!! Now heads up for initial details I noted people appreciate:

Word count: 4.3K

Disclaimers: it’s a female Reader x Javier story, +18 (very explicit scenes ahead guys) 🌶️🔥👄💦, unprotected p in v, tinges of sub Javi and breeding kink!!!

When you see this “-0-”, I recommend you to put “Ride or Die, Pt. 2” by Sevdaliza, Villano Antillano and Tokischa for ambiance purpose!!!

Please let me know if you enjoyed it, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated and also encourage me to keep writing (if you like my writing ofc 😅)

Enough said: Enjoy your reading!!!

Javier seized the burning sensation from the freshly brewed coffee down his throat as he took a big gulp from his mug, as if the bitter liquid was going to turn off his mind from all the work he had to do for at least a few seconds. His eyes scanned the big piles of files around him, the full ashtray almost falling off the front border of his table and next to the telephone he’d left off the receiver on purpose.

DEA staff ran up and down their office talking on the phone, receiving and printing new information from loud fax machines, typewriters keys clicking annoyingly loud, both English and Spanish being spoken all the time. For an ordinary person who wasn’t used to such a busy dynamic it was a maddening environment itself, not to mention the main part of their job, which was chasing after narcos.

Javier knew all their faces and names, but he was under such stress he just didn’t care to engage in any kind of small talk conversations with his coworkers anymore, and day after day he understood the wallflower that sat in the farthest corner of the office, just doing her job like a horse on a winker.

He knew she worked there for a while now, but all the knowledge he had about her was her name and that she was a great investigator. She was so quiet the only times he’d heard her voice was when someone greeted her and she greeted them back. At first Javier thought she was a weirdo, but now not only he admired her invisibility and discretion, but also understood why she wanted to be left in peace in a corner just doing her job.

The fact that she was a beautiful woman didn’t go unnoticed by him of course, even without ever seeing her smile, but she kept herself shut to any contact with anyone in that place he just didn’t dare to bother the peace she seemed to hold and he envied so much.

Sadly his position in the DEA didn’t allow him to have that luxury, after all, he was The Javier Peña.

Hours flew by and by the time Javier broke his attention away from the files in front of him, he realized it was dark outside and he was alone in the building again.

He knew he still had endless work to do for the day, but he’d had enough, his head would explode if he spent another night in that office, he needed to leave and blow off some steam.

“Fuck this shit”

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Grabbing his car keys, Javier left the empty DEA office and drove mindlessly around the city looking for the first place that would grab his attention enough to drag him inside.

Tonight he wasn’t looking for a hooker to spend a few hours by his side, if he wanted that he’d just head home and call one of his contacts and get it over with.

He wanted something different, something cheerful and with heavy drinks, he desperately needed to forget his job and all the shit he had to deal with everyday just for a few hours.

A club with big pink neon lights adorning its name caught his attention as he parked his vehicle on the side of the street, the loud reggaeton beats coming from the inside drawing him in as he made his way to the entrance.

Just as he stepped inside he was swallowed by a sea of sweaty and drunken people dancing, twerking, grinding on each other, hands all over the place, allowing the sensual and captivating beat to take over their bodies and desires.

It was perfect for what Javier needed at that moment.

He made his way through the crowd to one of the bars, checking out a few asses on his way there, feeling more comfortable and confident as he received some flirtatious glances in his direction.

With an ice cold beer in hand he checked out the dance floor in front of him once again, but this time a woman in a dark pink skin tight dress caught his attention. He hadn’t seen her face yet as she had her back turned in his direction, but the way she swayed her hips and how that tantalizingly short dress hugged her body in all the right places made his mouth water at the sight. He couldn’t help but wonder how she would look like moving like that on his dick, riding him in a reverse cowgirl position with that juicy ass and bouncy hips. The thought alone made his jeans feel tighter on himself.

Javier took a larger gulp of his beer as he got ready to approach her, ready to use all of his charm and unfailing game with women in hopes to be the one to take her home tonight.

But as soon as she turned in his direction, his jaw dropped when he realized the woman he was lusting on was the wallflower from the DEA, the one that no one knew nothing about other than her name and the info on her files, held a naughty smile on her face as she danced in the most provocative way possible, dragging not only Javier’s but many other men’s attention, and she knew it, she meant it.

Every now and then men tried to approach her to dance with her and maybe get a little taste, but she ditched them all gracefully. She didn’t want them. She wanted to feel desired and lusted on, but for her the real fun was in taking the candy out of their mouths, which was drawing them in like a mermaid, to then ditch them off like nothing.

The new discovery only encouraged Javier to take his shot with her. He was well aware that working with her could be both a leverage or a weakness, and there was only way he could find out.

She hadn’t seen him yet, the dim and colorful flickering lights over her didn’t allow her to see faces clearly from a certain distance, so he used that to watch her, waiting for the perfect window to go after her.

And just as she left the dance floor to the bar at the other side of the club the window was open.

“Good girl only during business hours?” Javier purred in her right ear just as she rested her forearms on the counter.

He didn’t miss the way his low voice caused goosebumps on her skin, the thin hairs on her arms standing immediately as he got by her side on the counter, waiting for her answer as she displayed a sly smirk on her plush lips.

“What makes you think I’m not a good girl full time?” She batted her eyelashes, a challenging glimmer in her orbs as her eyes traveled from his brown ones to his mouth, watching him lick his lips for a second as he seemed to get lost in his sinful thoughts for a moment.

Taking him off guard, she rested her right hand on his chest and slid her index finger over the first sets of buttons of his cream shirt, opening the them skillfully in a swift motion, revelaving part of his tanned and smooth chest, the light touch of her fingertip being enough to make his heart race.

“I like you better that way” The playful smirk never leaving her lips “Charming”

“Charming enough to buy you a drink?”

“I like shots better”

Javier was now by her side, right elbow propped on the counter as he signaled the bartender for two shots of tequila. He put two shot glasses in front of them along with a salt cellar and served them a small plate with pieces of lime, producing the bottle containing the golden liquid for last.

“Leave the bottle” He demanded just as the bartender finished filling the glasses.

They put salt on their hands, licked it and downed their first shot, the section of lime coming right after to soothe the bitter oaky punch, the alcohol instantly warming up their bodies.

“How did you find me here?” She asked, running her thumb in the corner of her lips to clean off the excess of lime juice.

“Are you upset about that, cariño?”

He faked a pout.

“Well…” She paused, pretending to be thinking deeply about the answer “I’m actually glad you found me”

“Is that so? Mind telling me why?”

“If you play my cards right, might as well show you” She teased him, pouring them another round of tequila.

“Then teach me how to play them”

They took their second round of tequila, but this time their eyes never broke their contact, a silent dispute of power between them, hunters hunting one another, testing each other to see how far their teasing would go, who would lose the battle and give in first.

Javier was both amused and tempted.

Amused because he still couldn’t believe that in front of him, challenging him, was the shy reserved woman from the DEA, claws out and ready to attack.

Tempted because she was the temptation herself. But Javier was a competitive man and he wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Do you dance, Mr. Peña?”

“Javi” He corrected “You’ll have to find out by yourself”

“I’ll take my chances”

She winked and handed him another shot, both of them sinking it fast, the spicy-woody liquid didn’t even burn their throats anymore as their bodies already felt like in flames, not only from the alcohol, but also from the heated exchange between them as every second, every word, every glance felt like electric shocks, like adding fuel to the fire.

Javier waited for her to give the next move as she sized him up, the smug look on her face making clear she had nothing but bad intentions in her mind, and oh boy how he wanted to get into her trouble.

“Come on”

She hooked her index finger in one of his pant’s belt loops and pulled him, the sudden move making Javier jolt forward, his body halting less than an inch away from hers, a dangerously short distance separating them as she watched amused his surprised reaction over her small stunt.

Colorful lights beamed over them as they were now in the middle of the dance floor, a loud song with heavily provocative beats and lyrics guiding their bodies, her arms resting loosely around his neck and one of his hands keeping her close by the end of her back as they danced together, their hips moving in sync, up close, almost intimate, but never brushing against each other, one of his legs strategically positioned between hers as they swayed sensually.

She slid one of her hands down his chest seductively, but this time, he was the one in control.

The hand on her back slid to her waist and spun her around, his hands now keeping her in place and practically locked against his body by her lower belly and waist, her ass now rolling irresistibly close to his crotch.

Javier loved how her skin reacted to the way he manhandled her, goosebumps all over as she bit her bottom lip and threw her head back, leaning against his shoulder as she let herself get lost in her own lustful thoughts for a moment, the suggestive lyrics only adding to her imagination.

Taking advantage of her exposed neck, Javier got intoxicated by her smell, the jasmine and warm notes of cocoa overpowered his senses as his lips traced the sensitive skin towards her ear, the light touch of his lips along with his mustache intensifying the goosebumps she still hadn’t recovered from yet.

“Am I up to your expectations?” He whispered in her ear, his lips moving just above her lobe. His teasing affected her more than she’d like to admit.

They lost track of the time they spent dancing together, teasingly of course, but also having a great time singing, laughing and smiling at each other.

Javier, who'd never seen her smile before that night, couldn’t take his eyes off her lips every time they curved upwards, revealing not only her beautiful lined teeth, but also the dimples on her glowing cheeks, lighting up her already cheerful face.

And again he caught himself admiring her, as they were now outside of the club. Javier stood leaning his back on his truck’s passenger door while she stood on his opposite side, leaning herself on the wall behind her.

A comfortable silence hung between them as he lit up a cigarette and she drank the last bottle of beer she got on their way out. Javier inhaled the smoke, enjoying the feel of the nicotine kicking in his system as he watched her take a gulp from the bottle, her lips wrapping around it softly as she reciprocated his gaze.

He wondered what her lips felt like, not only against his lips, but all over his body, plump and soft kissing him, caressing him, marking him, sucking him, the thought alone making his pants feel tight once again.

The sound of her heels clicking on the pavement took him out of his reverie as he now realized she was coming to him, slow and steady steps. She left the half empty bottle on his truck’s roof behind his head and then took the cigarette from his hands, bringing it to her own lips as she held it between her manicured nails.

And just as she leant on his vehicle by his side, he took his cue to leave his position and imprison her between his body and the truck, his arms hovering on each side of her head, the smug smile indicating she had him right where she wanted him to be: his body inches away from hers, the muscles on his arms twitching with the force he held onto the truck’s roof ledge, trying not to lose the last bit of restraint he still had.

She puffed the smoke out of her lips towards his, the simple yet enticing gesture making him snap and take the cigarette off her hands in a swift motion, throwing it away just as he crashed his lips against hers.

Their tongues met right away initiating an erotic dance, devouring each other, euphoria rushing through their veins as their teasing had finally reached its goal.

Javier cupped her jaw and pressed his body against hers urgently, the jolt against the truck making the beer bottle fall and shatter on the ground, the loud noise and green glass on the pavement not bothering them at all as she pulled the soft curls on his nape and grazed her teeth against his lower lip.

His big hands slid down her waist behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her up and making her wrap her legs around him for support, her short dress rolling up to her hips leaving her almost half naked on the street.

Using the leverage he had with the position, Javier ground his raging erection trapped inside his jeans against her core, covered only by already drenched black lace panties, earning a strangled whimper from her.

Part of him wanted to just pull her panties aside and take her right there on the street against his truck, raw and rough. But the other part wanted to take his time with her, after all it would be a shame to just resume the last few hours of teasing in just a few minutes. And also, he didn’t know if he’d had another shot with her after they got back to their professional facades.

“Are we getting inside your truck or you want to give our audience explicit content?” She tilted her head, indicating the group of people next to the club’s door, a few curious eyes lingering, waiting for their next step “Either way I’m in”

“You’re mine only, at least for tonight” His teeth dug on the soft flesh of her neck as he fished the car keys in his back pocket “But as long as I can fuck you I’m into anything you want, bonita”

Javier put her down and opened the truck’s back door, revealing the brown leather cushion dimly illuminated by the street lights.

He let her in first and watched with hungry eyes the way she crawled inside the vehicle and then rolled her body upwards, resting her back on the other door only to then slide her panties down and off her legs, spreading them open in a seductive way, offering herself to Javier, who hurriedly got inside the truck and closed the door behind him.

He pulled her by her ankle and hovered over her, his gaze connecting deeply to hers as he fished the panties she’d dropped on the car floor and put them in his back pocket, the simple yet unexpected action arousing her even more.

Javier’s hand made its way to her nape, bringing her head up for a breathtaking and passionate kiss, their hungry tongues invading and exploring each other's mouth as her fingers slid down the buttons of his shirt, undoing them without breaking their kiss.

As they devoured each other frantically, her hands explored his broad chest and abs, enjoying the feeling of his soft golden skin under her digits and the way his muscles flexed with the thrusting movements he made every now and then, purposely grinding his clothed erection against her exposed core.

Their kiss got sloppy as Javier’s hand found its way down her body, feeling her soft breasts, the curve of her hips then down the smooth skin of her thigh and leg, hooking it on his back before his hand slid up her body again but this time, skipping no beat towards her intimacy.

Javier growled when he finally felt how wet she really was for him, her arousal coating his fingers sliding up and down her pussy in feather-like touches just to tease her.

Whimpering, she rolled her eyes and clawed his back under his shirt when he increased the pressure with his digits and traced tight circles against her needy clit, her whole body melting under him as it got overpowered by shameless waves of pleasure.

Drinking in her sexed expression, Javier slid a finger inside her wanting a bigger dose of satisfaction out of the intoxicating woman under him. The unexpected invasion of his thick

finger made her moan louder and arch her back against his body, which only encouraged him to add another one right after, stretching her further, her slick pussy clenching around his fingers in response.

She bit his shoulder as he finger fucked her, his fingers massaging the magic spongy spot inside her as his thumb roled lazy circles on her clit, making her nails drag angry scratch marks down his back while her other hand pressed hard on the leather backrest, nails desperately digging in it.

Javier trailed small nips and kisses along her collarbone and neck while his fingers kepting working on her, all of it adding to the building pleasure in her lower stomach, getting her closer and closer to bursting at each expert rub of his rough digits against her clit and g-spot.

But she didn’t want to come yet, much less in that submissive condition.

Fighting against her own urges, she pulled his hand out of her, bringing it to her lips to lick her own juices off his fingers, her dark orbs drawing him in as she sucked his fingers suggestively, swirling her tongue around them.

“Now sit” She commanded, cheeks still red and heart racing from his finger fucking “And take of your shirt”

She didn’t need to ask Javier twice for him to comply, he knew she was close on his fingers, and now he wanted to see and feel what she had in mind.

Just as he took his shirt off and straightened his back against the seat, she straddled him and pulled down the top half of her dress, exposing her breasts, hard perky nipples at his mouth’s level and he couldn’t help but to dive in.

Javier fondled and squeezed them hard with both hands before he took a mouthful of one of them, teeth grazing the hard bundle of nerves, then rolling and sucking in with his flat tongue, and then repeated the same stimulation on the other one, feasting on the soft mounds before him as she unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans.

Catching up with her intentions, Javier lifted his hips from the seat, enough to take both pieces of clothes off, allowing her to undress him completely, all while he still delved into her breasts.

With his thick and hard manhood free, she spread his leaking precum over his tip with her thumb, tantalizing him before she finally took it and held it against her clit, rocking her hips back and forth, arching her back towards the front seat behind her and getting herself off against his shaft, her slick blending with his precum.

Javier broke apart from her chest to gaze down between them, his cock sliding easy against her drenched folds, teasing him shamelessly.

“Condom?” He asked, but only out of politeness.

“No” She leaned in, foreheads touching as she whispered against his lips “I wanna feel all of you”

Her answer got his cock impossibly harder and dying to feel her, and for his luck, she was also getting impatient.

Javier held his breath the moment she stopped her motions right when his tip was lined to her entrance, the thrill of anticipation of finally having her making his heart race faster as his hands flattened on her thighs.

“Tell me what you want” She demanded seductively, teasing his tip pressed against her opening, torturing him with slow rolls of her hips, threatening to slide down on him at any second.

“I want you, cariño” He gasped, chest heaving up and down.

“Yeah? And what do you want me to do with you?” One of her hands cupped his jaw and brought his lips close to hers, close enough to feel his ragged breath against hers.

“Ride me, bonita, I’m yours”

She placed a soft kiss against his lips before she leaned back between the front seats and placed her hand over her mound, fingers spreading her folds apart allowing him to have a full view of where his tip met her pussy, until she finally sank on his cock, her opening slowly welcoming and swallowing him in, his thickness stretching her walls each inch as his name came out of her lips in the sexiest moan he’d ever heard, and he swore that that scene alone was enough to make him cum.

But he needed to last, he needed to feel more of her, see her, have her, every detail in front of and on him, getting him terribly pussy drunk on her at each second as he felt their bodies merging and watched his cock disappear inside of her, her walls tightening around him in a slippery and warm embrace.

He threw his head back and rolled his eyes as she started to ride him at a deeply addictive pace, his fingertips digging in the flesh of her hips, pulling her harder down on him at each thrust forward.

“Eyes on me, Javi” Her command came out as a needy whine as her hand slid down his neck towards his shoulder, the skin slapping sounds getting louder as her bounces got harder.

Javier moved one of his hands to the back of her head, fingers tangling in the roots of her hair as he now thrusted his hips up to meet hers, the new and unexpected angle made her cry out his name again and dig her nails onto his shoulders, looking for an extra leverage.

He hooked his other arm on her lower back keeping her body against his, and the way she melted in his arms only made him keep on, thrusting harder and faster against her while she held onto him for her dear life.

Without disconnecting their bodies, Javier laid her on the backseat, eager to be the one fully in charge, especially because holding his release back was being a lot harder than usual.

One of his hands took support in the car’s windows, which was completely humid and foggy and entrentched with sex as he fucked her hard, her back arching and her walls tightening around him with her climax right around the corner.

She closed her eyes and moaned even louder as he put one of her legs over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to go even further, deeper and drive her into oblivion in record speed.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you” He demanded, bossy as the Javier Peña she was used to watch on duty, and that was the line for her to feel the knot on her lower belly snap hard, strong waves of white hot pleasure through her veins, making her cum hard and milk his cock looking deeply in his dark eyes.

The mesmerizing scene together with the clenching from her climax on his shaft also made him cum seconds after her, exploding inside her, his hot seed filling her in long spurts, the feeling of his dick throbbing inside her riding her high for a few extra seconds before they collapsed, the hand on the car window leaving a wet trail as it lazily slid down.

She moaned when he finally pulled out, instantly missing him inside her as he carefully took her in his arms and laid next to her, nestling her body against his, both their breathings and heart beats still racing fast.

“We have a problem now” He muttered looking at the car’s ceiling.

“What?” Her answer was low and unconcerned, too fucked out to care about anything at that moment.

“Office hours are gonna be challenging from now on.”

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 3

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Summary:

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

Author’s note:

I’m grateful to everyone of you who have been supporting me along this story, I hope you like this next chapter 💖

Tags: @malenoradgn @muchwita @a-differentbrandof-beans

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Disclaimers:

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

This story will have smut scenes in the future, but you’ll be warned!

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

This is AU Eric Draven!!!

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

End of Author’s note.

The shower was still running when Y/N entered the bedroom, the faint hiss of water against tile trailing through a thin trail of steam curled its way into the cooler air of the room from under the door.

She dropped her towel on the chair by her side of the bed and dug into her bag, pulling out clean clothes. Her skin was sticky with lake water and dried sunscreen, and all she wanted was to rinse the day off and get ready for their wine night.

The water finally stopped and seconds later he stepped out of the bathroom.

Eric stood there, half a foot into the room, dripping wet and shirtless, towel slung low around his hips. Drops of water clung to his skin, racing down the sharp lines of his chest and the tattoos decorating his skin, and lower, too low for her eyes to linger without consequence.

Which, unfortunately, they did, staying two seconds too long on the happy trail traveling low. And of course he caught her looking.

He didn’t look at her right away. Instead, he ran a hand through his wet hair, the muscles in his arms flexing just slightly as he reached for his cologne on the dresser.

“Like what you see?” he asked, voice infuriatingly casual, as if she was just another fan in his personal audience.

She blinked, unimpressed. “This isn’t a whorehouse, you know. Put some clothes on before someone calls pest control.”

“Relax. If I knew you were this easy to scandalize, I’d have walked out dripping wet every day back in high school.”

She scoffed and turned her back, pretending to rummage through her bag. “I wouldn’t have noticed. I had better things to look at.”

“I doubt that.”

He left the room whistling, smug and shirtless, like a walking middle finger to her peace of mind.

She waited a beat or two to be sure until the hallway was quiet, then grabbed her towel and stepped into the bathroom.

Steam still clung to the mirror and the smell of his aftershave lingered in the air. She let the water run hotter than usual, hoping its hotness would soften the tension on her muscles. She hated that she could still feel - and smell - him everywhere, like he’d left fingerprints on her nerves just by existing.

When she finally finished her shower and stepped out into the bedroom, hair dripping and towel wrapped snug around her chest, she didn’t expect him to be lounging on the bed, black shirt on and gray sweats, flipping through his phone without a care in the world.

He looked up. His gaze didn’t drop, at least not obviously, but there was the flicker, the twitch of interest, that shift in posture that betrayed the second glance.

“Bitch stole my look”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She rolled her eyes and held the towel tighter around herself, fearing it would suddenly betray her and fall down to make things even worse.

“No, you have got to be kidding, this isn’t a whorehouse, remember?” Eric had a winning grin on his face as he let his phone down and folded both arms behind his head, amused by how red her cheeks got in her own embarrassment.

She didn’t say another word and just decided to avoid his eyes as she quickly dug through her clothes before she locked herself in the bathroom again to change.

She threw on a blue sundress and panties she managed to fish from her bag and quickly left the bedroom, not standing to be in his presence any longer.

“Took you long enough!” Alex exclaimed as she poured them some wine. “Thought I’d have to start without you.”

“I needed to rinse off the lake,” Alex handed her a glass half-full. “And of course my dear roommate.” Y/N only realized the double meaning behind those words when they were already out of her lips.

“Ah, so we’re talking about that kind of shower.” Alex had pure mischief in her eyes but Y/N corrected immediately.

“Oh my God, no. And don’t start.” She rolled her eyes as she leaned her back on the counter behind her.

“So how is it going? I’m impressed, somehow you haven’t killed each other yet. That’s some progress.”

Y/N shook her head, staring into the window on her right. “You knew what you were doing when you stuck us in the same room.”

Alex grinned. “Of course I did. Someone’s gotta entertain me this weekend.”

“Oh, I’m thrilled to be your circus act.”

There was a beat of silence, just the hum of the fridge and muffled music from outside. Then Alex tilted her head.

“So?” she said, nudging her. “What’s really going on there?”

“Nothing.”

“I’ll be here when you decide to open about it,” Alex started, “but just know that kind of ‘nothing’ gets people pregnant.”

Y/N choked on her sip. “Jesus, Alex.”

“What? I’ve seen the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you? I wish you too got over this stupid feud and just fucked it off…”

She scoffed, but her throat was suddenly dry at her friend’s brutal honesty.

“I’m sorry to ruin your fun but just a couple of hours ago he made sure to let me know I’m not his type, so…”

Alex had a “I’ll pretend I’ll believe you” expression on her face.

Y/N turned to her and deadpanned. “If you’re about to say something poetic, I will throw this wine at your face.”

Alex giggle. “Fine. No poetry. Just facts. You two have history. And tension. And apparently no common sense.”

“I’m not doing this with you.”

“Too late, you’re already doing it.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Remind me again why I’m friends with you?”

“Because I always bring the drinks, the gossip, and the painfully accurate observations.”

Y/N sighed. Alex looped her arm through hers.

“Come on. Bonfire’s starting. I want front-row seats when someone says something scandalous.”

“Great,” Y/N muttered. “Because that’s exactly what I need right now.”

“Sweetheart,” Alex said, pulling her toward the door, “what you need is to get laid or get over it. I’m rooting for the more entertaining one.”

Outside, the soft crackle of fire drifted in through the open back door, along with bursts of laughter and the low hum of conversation. The night was falling fast, the once violet sky turning to navy, with stars just starting to shine through the dark.

Her friend nudged her gently with her elbow.

“They’re starting the fire pit. Caroline brought marshmallows, and Matt mentioned truth or dare, so… prepare yourself.”

Y/N groaned softly into her wine glass.

“Come on. It’s tradition. Wine, fire, bad decisions.”

“You forgot ‘mild emotional trauma.’” Y/N snatched the bottle of wine as they made their way outside.

“That too.”

The fire cast long shadows across the lawn, flickering gold against faces flushed from wine and sun. Someone had dragged out a speaker, low music curling beneath the sound of crackling wood and clinking glasses. The scent of smoke mixed with toasted sugar as Caroline passed around sticks threaded with marshmallows.

Y/N settled onto one of the outdoor cushions beside Alex, tucking her knees in and wrapping her hands around her wine glass. Eric sat across the fire, bottle in hand, his legs stretched out like he owned the whole damn backyard. He hadn’t looked at her once, not since she stepped outside, but she felt him there all the same, lounging in her peripheral like a bruise she hadn’t meant to touch.

Matt raised his glass.

“Alright. Let’s do this. Truth or dare, house rules: No skipping your turn, no boring answers, if you lie, we get to roast you with facts. Fair?”

There was a scattered chorus of half-drunken agreements.

“I vote Matt goes first. He always starts chaos then pretends to be innocent.” Angelica, Matt’s girlfriend, threw him to the lions.

“Fine. Hit me.”

The game started and what seemed like tame questions at first, started to get wilder quickly. More bottles opened. Marshmallows burned. Someone added rum to the hot chocolate. The edges of conversation blurred.

The circle wasn’t safe anymore. Secrets hung in the smoke. People leaned in a little closer, grins turning sly, as the questions dug deeper.

The fire cracked, sending a spray of sparks into the dark as the bottle spun lazily between them. It pointed toward Eric.

“Alright, truth or dare, buddy? ” Matt said, grinning like he already had the perfect question.

“Truth”

“Who here seems the most boring in bed?”

A few people groaned at the cliché, but Eric didn’t hesitate. His gaze slid across the circle, not even pretending to think, before landing squarely on her.

“Y/N,” he said, too easily.

A chorus of playful gasps erupted. She blinked, wine glass halfway to her lips. “Excuse me?”

He smirked. “What? Let the record show she called me a walking pest just because I’d just got out of the shower and had a towel on.”

He turned to the group like he was presenting evidence. “That’s some Victorian-level prude behavior.”

She scoffed, but there was no mistaking the heat that flared in her cheeks.

“Maybe I just have standards,” she fired back. “Not everyone gets a front-row seat.”

He smiled, slow and knowing before taking a sip of his own wine. “Didn’t say everyone.”

The group groaned again, half-laughing, half-sensing the current passing between them. But it settled quickly, the next person spinning the bottle, the game rolling on, until a couple of rounds later it came back to her.

“Y/N” Caroline chimed sweetly, and by the look in her eyes Y/N knew she was up to no good. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Give something you’re wearing to the person here you think would know the least what to do with you”

The group leaned in, all eyes on her, and for a moment she thanked God for the liquid courage doing wonders.

She stood up slowly, no blush, no hesitation. She took a long sip of her wine, then making straight eye contact with Eric, she reached under the hem of her dress.

Eric’s posture got immediately stiff and his tongue briefly swiped the inside of his cheek as he watched her slide her panties down her legs slowly. Not playfully, not shy, but confident as hell.

She heard a few gasps and someone’s laugh in disbelief.

She stepped out of her lacy panties and bunched the fabric in her hand, before walking across the circle with that same confident expression.

Y/N threw them in Eric’s lap like a dare wrapped in silk and spoke:

“Try not to lose those. You strike me as the type who wouldn’t know what to do with them anyway.”

Then she turned and walked back to her seat, settling down like nothing just happened.

Someone choked on their drink. Caroline’s jaw dropped and collective “whoa” rippled around the fire like a shockwave and Sasha, her friend sitting on her left side tilted her own glass towards Y/N for a toast, silently congratulating her.

Y/N shrugged, deceptively calm, even as her cheeks flushed a little deeper under the glow of the firelight. Her wine glass hovered near her lips, the corner of her mouth twitching with amusement.

But Eric… He didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. His jaw flexed once, and his eyes, those usually unreadable green eyes, were darker now. His fingers curled around the lace before he shoved them deep into his pocket, like that’d stop the storm brewing under his skin.

The game went on. The bottle spun, more truths and dares were thrown around, someone ran laps around the fire pit in their underwear, and someone gave a lap dance, none of it touched Y/N. Not really. Her mind was still stuck on him.

Eric hadn’t said a word since her dare. But every time she glanced his way, he was still watching her. Still quiet. Still dark-eyed.

By the time the fire was low and the wine was gone, the group started scattering. Some went to bed. A few lingered, cleaning up marshmallow sticks and tossing blankets over their shoulders.

Y/N stood up, brushing off her shorts. She didn’t expect him to follow. But he did.

She didn’t look at him as she stacked the last few wine glasses in the dishwasher, but she could feel him behind her, silent.

“What do you want?” She finally turned around to look at him.

“You surprise me,” he said finally.

Her shoulders tensed. “That a bad thing?”

“I just didn’t expect that move from a prude.”

And there it was.

Her eyes narrowed. “Prude?”

Eric shrugged, leaning against the counter. “You’ve got that whole ‘too good for the rest of us’ thing going on.”

She laughed, short and sharp. “So what, I’m supposed to be ashamed?”

He didn’t flinch. “Not at all. Just… didn’t think you had it in you.”

Y/N blinked, her smile flat. “You know what your problem is? You act like you’ve got me all figured out. Like you’re some expert on who I am just because I didn’t trip over myself to flirt with you in high school.”

He pushed off the counter. “I never needed you to flirt with me.”

“No? Then why are you always acting like some walking provocation?” She snapped.

“Because that’s the only way you ever fucking see me,” he said, quiet but in a serious tone. “Back then, now, you look right through me unless I’m giving you something to push against.”

She stared at him, lips parted.

“And you think that gets my attention?” she said. “By turning everything into a game? Making me feel like a joke in front of everyone?”

Eric’s jaw clenched. “Better to be a joke than invisible.”

“Why do you even care if I see you or don’t?”

They stood in silence, the air thick between them as they stared at each other. How could she not understand what he was implying?

Y/N’s stare was cold now, her arms folding across her chest like armor. “You know what? I think you like being the joke. It’s easier for you to play the part than risk being real for once.”

He didn’t bother replying to her, he’d already said too much and still she stomped on him once more. So he just turned and muttered, “I’ll find somewhere else to sleep tonight.”

A couple of hours later, the bedroom was too quiet.

Y/N had flipped her pillow over three times. Stared at the ceiling. Kicked off the blanket, pulled it back up. The fight kept looping in her head, his voice, the things he and she said, the way he walked off.

She thought she finally had what she wanted - Eric to stay away from her - until the sheets felt way too cold without him.

Finally, she got up, tugging on a hoodie and walking barefoot down the hallway, the floorboards creaking under her weight. She told herself she just wanted water. Or maybe to turn off the porch light. But she didn’t head to the kitchen.

She stopped by the living room and there he was, slumped on the too-small couch, one arm crooked under his head, the other half-draped over his chest. His long legs dangled off the edge, one foot flat on the floor, the other twitching slightly as if his body was still restless, even in sleep.

He didn’t look peaceful. His jaw was tight even in sleep, one brow furrowed like whatever dream he was having wasn’t kind. The hoodie he’d pulled on earlier had slipped off one shoulder. His hand clenched around the fabric like he’d anchored himself to it.

She stepped forward slowly.

“Eric,” she whispered, but he didn’t wake up at first. “Eric.” She tried again, this time a little louder.

His eyes opened slowly, dizzy with sleep as he took in his surroundings and then her, crouched down beside him.

He didn’t say anything. Neither did she.

“You look ridiculous on this tiny couch.”

He blinked up at her, unimpressed, voice deep with sleep. “Thanks.”

“You’re gonna have a crick in your neck by morning.”

“Better than dealing with you kicking me in your sleep.”

She rolled her eyes, but her voice softened just enough to slide beneath his defenses. “You’re too tall for that couch, Eric.”

“And you’re too stubborn to say sorry.” She bit her bottom lip as his cutting words.

“I didn’t come to apologize.”

“Didn’t think you did.”

She got up and shifted on her feet, exhaling hard as she nudged his foot with hers. “Come back.”

He didn’t move.

“Seriously, come back.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked anywhere else that wasn’t him, her pride being thoroughly hurt by her current proposal.

“That’s your version of an apology?”

“Don’t push it, Draven.”

A long beat passed. His eyes traced over her face, like he was still deciding. Still not sure if she meant it or if this was just damage control.

But then he sighed and sat up slowly, his fingers rolling circles on his temples as he seemed to consider what he should do.

“Please.” She stretched her hand out to him and he immediately grabbed it, his body faster than his own train of thought.

When she held out her hand, it caught him off guard. Not because of the gesture itself, but because of what it meant coming from her. She never offered softness easily. Never reached for him unless she absolutely had to. And now she was standing there, in the quiet half-dark of a lake house, asking him to come back. No apology. No promises. Just her hand.

“You kick me once, and I’m going back to the couch.”

“No promises,” she said, already turning back toward the bedroom.

He followed her upstairs and down the hallway, their hands still joined, neither of them speaking. The silence wasn’t awkward, but it was charged, brimming with everything they didn’t know how to say.

Back in the bedroom, she slid under the covers without looking at him. He hesitated for a moment, then laid down beside her, close but not touching.

The lights were off. The room was still. And just when she thought he’d fallen asleep, his voice cut through the dark.

“You keep surprising me.”

She smiled into her pillow, quiet and unbothered.

“Good.”

What felt like a few minutes had passed when she shifted, just slightly, and her thigh brushed his. But neither of them moved away.

And in the dark, with only the sound of their breathing between them, his hand found her waist, his touch soft as if testing the waters between them.

She turned to face him and he pressed on her lower back, pulling her closer as his eyes kept coming back to her beautiful lips.

She could feel his breath now, warm against her skin, the tension between them coiled tight. Maybe it was the quiet, or the darkness, or the way his fingers curled slightly at her spine like he needed more of her, but at that very moment she didn’t care anymore, all she could think about was how soft his lips must feel, so just this once she kissed him.

Hey, I've read your Dad!Bill and fell in love. I was thinking of requesting Bill just head over heels for Mom!reader and a smut maybe of him wanting another baby. I hope you like my request xoxo!

Ohhh I’m working on something like that already… 👀👀 it should be out soon, I hope you like it!