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〝ARE YOU DREAMING ME... OR AM I DREAMING YOU?〞— HOLLI WOULD
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beau arlen fucks you in his truck than adjust your lil sundress like nothing happens n goes on w his job.then gets all soft again.then fucks again
omg wait i love this. here's a tiny little drabble.
NSFW. MDNI.
It didn't take long for Beau Arlen to throw his truck in park and usher you over the center console. Peeling your panties to the side, he felt your slit with his middle finger, gathering enough of his arousal on his fingers to coat the base of his cock. Using just the tip, he teases your clit for a moment, impatient moans falling from your mouth. "I know," he'd say, "My eager girl." Sliding into you with his legs on either side of you, he used his hands to grip under your ass and bounce you on top of him. Guttural noises sounded from you, the feeling of his tip bumping that special spot inside you forcing your walls to clench around his dick. "Feels too good," you told Beau, pressing against his chest with your hand as if to get some distance. "I know," Beau commented, "Just a few more minutes for me. You can do that, right, baby?" Beau slowed his movements down, now gently sliding you up and down his shaft as if to not overwhelm you. If you were at home, where your sounds were contained between your walls, then Beau wouldn't care. With Beau gently ushering you back down on his cock one last time, you threw your head back, the overwhelming feeling of him filling you up bringing you to your climax. Head falling against his chest, he petted your hair as he worked himself through his own orgasm. Beau's dick was still tucked inside of you as he adjusted your sundress, making sure the straps straddled your shoulders accordingly. "Maybe we should just go back home, sweetheart. We've got some stuff to get out of our systems."
beau arlen x younger gf in her 20s who happens to be troublemaker who he bails out every once in a while
and the age gapppppp daddy beau
need him to lecture me on how crimes ain't good while fucking me slow
WARNINGS: MDNI. 18+ / p in v / fem!reader / shower sex / implied age gap / reader is slightly troubled / praise LOVE NOTE: ty ty anon
“M’not mad,” Beau shook his head, opening the door to the airstream. His place was neat, tidy, just like it had been when you left last night. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you really weren’t sure what to say to him. A couple times your mouth had opened and closed, the idea of how to apologize dancing on the tip of your tongue, but it wasn’t the first time he had to bail you out of some sort of trouble you managed to wrap yourself in which made the encounter even more shameful. “Just disappointed.”
He placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the shower. Turning the dial for hot water, Beau let out a few huffs in what seemed to be frustration as he peeled the clothes off your body. With makeup smeared down your cheeks, and your clothes covered in what could have been vodka or tequila, he just wanted to get you both in the shower to wash away the mistakes you made last night.
SYNOPSIS: you just can't get enough of clark WARNINGS: NSFW (18+, MDNI) / fem!reader / established relationship / dry humping / dirty talking / sub!reader / free use (clark is the one free use)
Watching Clark Kent work on an article for the Daily Planet should not have gotten you as worked up as it did. The way his thumb slid over the clicker on the pen, and the way his tongue darted out over his lips, wetting them enough to glisten had you digging your nails into your thighs as if to relieve the pressure building. At first he didn't notice the restlessness in your movements, and he surely didn't clock the way you were slowly scooting closer to him until the warmth of your leg was flush with his. Sometimes when you were around Clark, you felt like your head was empty— completely void of thoughts other than what the feeling of his body pressed against yours is like.
"What's going on, sweet thing?" Clark mumbled, dragging his pen across the paper and barely flicking his eyes up to meet yours. It wasn't often that he brought his work home, but when he did, you couldn't help the arousal shooting through your belly and straight to your core at just the mere sight of him working. Your hand latched on his, halting the ease of his pen across paper. When he finally set the pen down, offering you his undivided attention for the first time in what felt like hours, you offered a sour smile tainted by a hint of shame for being so... needy.
"Need you," you mumbled against his shoulder, your cheeks feeling hot as you bashfully buried your face into his chest to avoid eye contact. You felt the vibrations of his chuckles before you heard the gentle laughter fall from his laps. Like you were weightless, Clark picked you up and positioned you on his lap. With your core pressed against his thigh, and your legs on either side of him, Clark laced his hand around your hip to steady you on him.
"Take what you need, baby," Clark instructed, the direction he offered was completely normal, the words almost engraved into his brain by how often this situation occurred. Shaking his head from side-to-side, Clark piped up, "Don't know why you get so embarrassed about it."
It's how you ended up riding Clark's thigh, the stimulation from him flexing his thigh enough to send you to your peak a few times. With your head tipping back and your eyes rolling, you tried to hide the moans and mewls spilling from your mouth by placing your hands over your lips. It wasn't like Clark was paying much attention to you anyway, his nose was buried in his work, only taking pauses to watch your face twist up in pleasure as you neared your third orgasm in the span of twenty minutes. Setting his paper down once more, Clark looked down at you and wrapped his hands around your wrist to pull your hand away from your mouth. Unsatisfied by your stifled moans, Clark offered you a gentle smile as he watched your hips rock yourself back and forth on his thigh, "Such a good girl, huh? You just need a little enrichment, that's all."
་༘࿐ SNEAKY!LINK!DEAN headcanons ꕥ
sneaky!link!dean just rolls off the tongue... MDNI (18+).
how i think being DEAN WINCHESTER'S sneaky link might go:
¹ — DEAN WINCHESTER has your phone number memorized. every time he gets another cellphone, or doesn't have access to his mainline, he has no problem dialing your number. at this point, you might as well be saved as an emergency contact. sometimes when he calls you from a restricted or unknown number, he pretends to be a phone sex hotline.
² — DEAN WINCHESTER is not immune to jealousy. even if you're technically not in relationship, he doesn't like when other people get too friendly with you. when you're at a bar with him, shooting pool, he gets grumbly if he notices too many people looking your way. when you try to call him on it, he never admits it, but you can tell that he was feeling some type of way about it later that night when he's fucking you. "say it," he tells you, buried deep inside you, "tell me this is just for me."
³ — DEAN WINCHESTER is a sexter. he's feeling needy so of course he's gonna send you some out-of-pocket text in the middle of the day. he's trying to work you up to the point of frustration, so you can feel the same way he does. he sends pictures of just the shaft because he doesn't think you deserve to see the tip until you see him again in person. it's his way of scheduling a hook up with you.
⁴ — DEAN WINCHESTER brings you flowers, even if you're teasing him for it. he knows just how to play the gentleman card. opening doors for you, pulling your chair out, bringing you flowers. he knew he was going to get laid the second you called him, doesn't mean he won't still treat you like a gentleman.
⁵ — DEAN WINCHESTER coaxes your kinks out of you. he wants to know everything you like so he can implement, even if you're feeling a little embarrassed about what you want. he does not care, he just wants you to feel good. sometimes he implements it outside of the bedroom, offering a cheeky wink because he knows you're feeling the warmth in your belly. he wants to give you whatever you need, even if it's a kink he's not familiar with. he's doing the research, and forgetting to clear the browsing history too.
