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

Third time in a week dreaming about Bill… When I thought my obsession couldn’t get worse, here we are…

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

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Author’s note:

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

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

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

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

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Disclaimers:

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

For now, expect lots of teasing and power play.

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

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

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

WC: 2.4K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s Y/N”

“Y/N”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What were the other reasons?”

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

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

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

“Why’s that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No one that has what it takes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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Disclaimers:

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.

Requests with Bill and Eric Draven are open, so feel free to reach out in my dm!

If you enjoy the story, please leave a comment, like and/or reblog ir, I really appreciate it and your feedback is what gives me the fuel to keep writing ❤️❤️❤️

WC: 1.5K

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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.”

The dream I had with Bill Skarsgård last night… Holy blood of Jesus, I’ll spend more nights writing late hours and sleep to the sound of Ascensionism more often… I fear my Bill brainrot just got more serious 🥵🫠😮‍💨

I’m currently reading “Lights Out” by Navessa Allen, picturing Bill as “Josh” and I think I might have a new level of brain damage at this point, this book is so fucking delicious I think I’ll just explode spontaneously at any moment 😮‍💨🤤🥵

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

- Requests are open for stories with Bill Skarsgard;

- I need to vibe with the idea to write it down, so please don’t get offended by any means if it doesn’t work out, my mind works in mysterious ways even for me;

- Just DM me with your idea and I’ll gladly do my best to make it come to life ❤️

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

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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!

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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.

🌸🌸🌸 F. A. Q. 🌸🌸🌸

Heyy everyone!!!

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

About Us:

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

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

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Just Pretend - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author’s Note:

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

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

W/C: 2.8K

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

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

Now have fun!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m waiting”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I fucking missed this…”

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

“I wanna feel you cumming on my cock”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna try again?”

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

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