High Hopes || Chloe Price X Fem!Reader

High Hopes || Chloe Price x fem!Reader

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summary: getting high with Chloe Price for the first time w a DASH of nsfw

an: I was extremely upset with the severe lack of chloe price x reader content so I got high and did it myself

To the residents of Arcadia Bay, Chloe Price was known to be a bad influence. Hanging around suspicious men, drinking constantly, smoking often, not to mention the drugs. But to y/n, Chloe was next to perfect. She was the light in y/n’s life despite the fact that the blue haired girl was often surrounded by darkness. The same applied to Chloe though. She would’ve been completely lost, broken even if it wasn’t for y/n. She saved her life after everything with her dad, Max leaving and Rachel, so she owed her the world for making her life astronomically better.

The pair had known each other since they were kids as they lived in the same neighborhood. Through the friendships with Max and Rachel, Chloe and y/n stuck together no matter what.

It was heartbreaking when Max left with out a word, beginning Chloe’s abandonment issues. Chloe began to lean more heavily on y/n, which she completely understood as Max and Chloe were closer friends than y/n and Max ever were. While Chloe dealt with one of her closest friends leaving her, y/n began to slowly but surely fall in love with her best friend. She didn’t know what to do and barely understood her feelings, so she hid how she felt in order to be there for her friend.

Max leaving was one thing, but when Chloe’s dad died, everything changed. She went from being this bright girl with such a wonderful future ahead of her to a burnout punk who couldn’t handle her emotions. She got mixed up with Frank, Damon and eventually Rachel, dragging y/n with her in the process. While Chloe lost herself with alcohol, cigarettes and weed, y/n watched her back to make sure she wouldn’t get hurt, physically at least. Every once in a while though, y/n would divulge in a beer or two, but had never smoked, never wanting to be too impaired so she could properly protect the girl she loved.

Rachel changed the dynamic of things though. Watching Chloe for the first time awkwardly interact with someone instead of being her confident brooding self was strange. The trio shifted and y/n always felt like the third wheel, watching her childhood crush find more company with the DA’s daughter. It was hard, but Chloe was adamant that y/n was her best friend, so she had to act like it and push her feelings aside.

Before Rachel went missing, her and Chloe had some falling out. Rachel said she had met someone who had “changed her life” and Chloe was crushed. Though her and the Amber girl maintained some contact, they were no longer the friends they once were, and y/n was left to pick up the pieces. When Rachel left, it broke Chloe further as she was still hung up on the idea of escaping Arcadia, and y/n was left to pick up the pieces once again.

A couple months after the Amber girl’s disappearance, y/n couldn’t take it anymore. Chloe’s constant flirting was messing her up badly as she thought there was no truth behind her words. One day, y/n broke, releasing all of her bottled up feelings.

“You look so hot in my clothes y/n”

“They’d look better on the floor though”

“You’d look even better under me though.”

“We both know you’d kiss me if you had the chance.”

That was the one that finally made y/n break at the junkyard one day. “Stop!” She exclaimed, startling Chloe, “please just stop.”

“Woah, what crawled up your ass and died?” Chloe asked, not knowing that her words would ignite something further within y/n.

Y/n scoffed, jumping off of the wrecked car she sat on with Chloe. “I have been in love with you for years and I can’t handle you f-fucking....I don’t know teasing me with that shit all the time!” Y/n yelled, refusing to look into Chloe’s eyes. “And it fucking sucks,” her voice wobbled, kicking the side of a wrecked car. Chloe increasingly got concerned at the well-being of her frie- y/n.

“Y/n,” Chloe started softly before being interrupted by y/n. “Please don’t pity me or anything okay? I know you don’t feel the same and that’s fine. We can still be friends and not make it weird.” She paced around, running her fingers through her hair.

Chloe approached her, grabbing her arms and making y/n look into her eyes. “Like hell I want to still be friends,” she spoke aggressively but still softly. It broke y/n’s heart to hear those words and the look of pain on her face made Chloe realize the choice of her words. “It took me too long to realize but I’d be nothing without you y/n. You’ve been there for me through everything, and I can’t lose you too. You’ve helped me so much and I can never repay you but god, you have been so much more than a friend to me these past few months, years even. I-I didn’t pick up on it until....until Rachel left. That’s why I’ve been saying shit about you kissing me and looking hot recently.”

“W-what are you saying?” Y/n’s face held confusion as some tears remained in her eyes. Chloe caressed her face as her other hand fell onto the girl’s waist.

“I’m saying that I’m fucking in love with you too, y/n l/n.”

The two girls sat in Chloe’s room, listening to music and recalling their times together while the blue haired girl got high. “Remember when we spilled my mom’s wine downstairs?” Y/n laughed while carding through the various disks Chloe had stacked under her stereo near the old TV.

Chloe blew out what remained of smoke from the cart she just hit before chucking softly, “you and Max were so scared about getting in trouble. You owe me your life for taking the blame for that shit.”

“Oh my gosh,” Chloe exclaimed from her desk, “the first time you got hella wasted a few months ago.” A fit of laughs proceeded as y/n blushed at her words, “please don’t remind me.”

“Chloe please just fuck me,” Chloe whined as she mocked y/n’s words, “I’ll be a good girl for you.” The deep blush on y/n’s cheeks got even deeper as she covered her face in her hands and groaned.

“Please stop,” she mumbled behind her hands as the Price girl laughed manically. “Come on I thought it was cute,” she chuckled some more before taking a drag of the cart yet again, preceding to roll the joint she’s been working on, “and slightly hilarious.”

Y/n shook her head lightly, picking out a CD that peaked her interest. Chloe finished rolling the joint at her desk, lighting it before flopping down onto her back to land on the bed.

Y/n skipped to track five, knowing it was some fast rock song that Chloe loved. “Hell yeah,” Chloe jumped up, hopping off of the bed. She held the joint between her lips, grabbing y/n’s hands. “Come on dance with me,” her voice mumbled through the joint. Y/n giggled, jumping around to the Firewalk song as the smell of weed she had grown so accustomed to filled her nostrils.

Chloe grabbed the joint between her fingers, still being able to hold the girl’s hand still. She yelled the words to the song wrapping her arms around y/n and pulling her back into her chest. The pair proceeded to mess around like this for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence in such a chaotic way.

Chloe took another hit from her joint, closing her eyes as she did so. Her eyes opened widely as a brilliant idea graced her mind. “You know what you should do?” Chloe spoke as y/n went to change the song.

“Play a song by someone other than Firewalk?” Y/n spoke teasingly. “You leave them alone l/n,” Chloe spoke with faux sternness.

Y/n shook her head, looking down at the stereo before playing yet another Firewalk song, “so what do you have in mind Miss Price?”

She walked towards Chloe yet again wrapping her arms loosely around her neck. “Well,” Chloe started, dragging out the word, “I know you’ve never gotten high before.” Y/n nodded, quirking a brow knowing where she was going with this.

“I think we should change that,” she spoke daringly. She took a step back, trying to pass her girlfriend the joint. “I’m good. What if David comes in? He’ll hate me even more,” she was more worried about protecting Chloe from that man’s torment then she was of the drug.

“Come on babe, don’t be a pussy,” Chloe teased yet again, holding out the joint for the girl to grab, still holding a hand on her waist. “Chloe I don’t think-“ y/n sighed before being interrupted by the girl in front of her.

“What? Can’t handle a little peer pressure?” She took a puff of the smoke, holding the joint out for y/n to take yet again. Chloe has a teasing smile on her face as y/n began taking a step back and holding a hand on her chest to fake pain, “didn’t realize we were just peers then.”

“Oh haha,” Chloe spoke sarcastically, pulling her impossibly closer by her waist, “you know what I mean.”

“What will me parents say if they find out my girlfriend is pumping me full of drugs?” Y/n spoke sarcastically, fake concern lacing her features.

“That should be the last thing they’re worried about being pumped into you,” she whispered in y/n’s ear. “Chloe!” Y/n exclaimed, giving her a shocked look as red dusted her features yet again, causing Chloe to chuckle into her neck.

“Come on y/n, I promise it’ll feel so,” she kissed her neck, “fucking,” she mumbled while pressing another kiss to her neck, “good,” she finally whispered, sucking gently on her neck.

Y/n closed her eyes at the feeling before taking the blue haired girl’s hand with the joint and bring it to her lips, finally giving in. The feeling of grasping her girlfriend’s hand and inhaling smoke for the first time was like no other.

Before she could blow out the smoke that filled her lungs, she began to cough profusely. “Holy shit,” Chloe laughed lightly, “you okay there newbie?”

As y/n recovered, bending down with her hands on her knees she flipped her middle finger at the other girl, “fuck you.”

“Is that a promise?” Chloe flirted despite her girlfriend’s coughs. She took a drag of the joint, keeping it within her lungs before exhaling.

Y/n stood up properly, shaking her head, “how do you do it?” Chloe’s face held a teasing smile before shrugging. “I’m a veteran with this shit, it just comes naturally to me,” she spoke before taking another drag.

“I have another idea,” she spoke flirtatious yet again, grabbing y/n’s hips yet again. “Just go with the flow, okay?” Chloe softly muttered with y/n nodding in response. Chloe smiled, taking her hand from the girl’s waist and to her own lips to take another hit from the joint. Instead of exhaling though, she pressed her lips onto y/n’s, releasing the smoke into her girlfriends mouth.

“Fuck,” Chloe spoke breathlessly when she pulled away, “that was so hot.”

Y/n kept the smoke in her lungs before exhaling, glad to not have coughed yet again. “C-Can I try hitting it again?” She asked innocently. Chloe smirked holding out the joint, “be my guest.” Y/n hit it again and again, with Chloe doing the same.

The best part of all it though was the feeling of Chloe’s lips all over y/n. There was nothing like this, feeling your head float above your body while simultaneously being grounded to Earth by the girl who’s hands were currently fondling y/n’s chest.

“You gonna be a good girl for me y/n?”

Needless to say, this will be far from the last time y/n would get high with Chloe Price.

WOWOWOWOW REQS R OPEN AGAIN !!!!! 💘 could i get a top!chloe price x bottom!fem reader where chloe is just pussy starved and literally begs the reader to let her hit after weeks ? i'm bad at requesting stuff so sorry if this makes zero sense 😭

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - smut, oral, v fingering, kissing? i don't remember, fluff, cursing, yahooooooooooooo

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - it made sense i promise!! ty <3

The past month had been quite the predicament.

For Chloe that is.

First, you were sick.

Laying in bed for a week and a half with Chloe doting on you hand and foot. Cuddling you and not caring if she herself caught your horrible bug.

Second, she got sick.

It only lasted a few days compared to your own sickness. But you did the same care for her now that you were healthy. Waiting on her and snuggling her back to an okay state. Though, she complained a lot more than you did, which is to be expected when you're dealing with her.

Third, you were always working.

To be fair, one of you had to leave the house to make the money. Chloe usually worked out of the driveway repairing any sort of vehicle she could get her hands on to earn bank. But that meant she got to stay home, you didn't, usually.

Fourth... fuck she couldn't remember the fourth reason.

Laying here, Chloe stared up at the ceiling with tired and droopy eyes while focusing on her calculations of how long she'd been abstinent. Her head tilting up to then focus on your body that was sat just to the upper right of her.

You were on your phone, which she expected, but it still looked boring as hell. Internally in that moment, she groaned, rolling her eyes on the outside. Which, unfortunately, she realized too quickly you seen.

"What's wrong, baby?" You asked both sincerely and not.

Sadly, when she glanced up at you again, you were focused on the screen as you asked her. A huff of air passing her lips and making a strand of her hair bounce off her face and hover above for a split second.

"I miss you." She said blandly, tapping her blue nail on the back of her other hand.

"I'm right here, Chloe."

"I feel like a virgin!"

Your lines overlapped, laughter escaping your throat at her puff and groan of annoyance just below. Her body beginning to roll until she was in the position to climb up and get closer to you.

"Most people can wait until marriage." You raised your eyebrow at her, taking your focus away from your phone. "That's years Chlo, your two weeks is nothing, I promise." She wasn't having none of this though, grabbing your thigh dramatically in response.

"I'm not waiting for marriage though, I just wanna fuck." You sighed at her words, going back to your phone. "You know better than to ask like that."

Yes she did.

"Oh c'mon, please Y/n."

That was better, but still not enough. She knew it too because not even five seconds passed before she followed up with,

"Please let me fuck you."

That's also was got you into your predicament.

Her head between your legs, and her mouth latched to your cunt with an unrelenting pace that made you feel as though you may explode. Like she was starved, and in her reality, she was.

Her grip dug into your skin and her tongue into your hole, your third orgasm creeping around the corner and causing you to shake in her hold. Strands of her faded aqua dye looped around your fingers and was sure to need detangled later on, the knots already beginning between each of your knuckles.

"Fuck- oh fuck, that's my girl..." You whispered, whining a bit between the words while trying not to run from her face. Chloe's cheeks burning from the praise despite her claims to not have a praise kink.

"So good Chloe... you're so fucking good..."

Chloe couldn't respond even if she wanted to, her face was forced into your wetness. Not that she had much argument against it, she was right where she wanted to be, but more flustered then she imagined.

This was her heaven.

"Oh my God Chloe-" Her tongue moved in a way that was written as pure desperation. Your heels digging into the mattress so hard it began to make them hurt, not that you cared.

You were close, griding against her face for more. Her lips pressing harsh kisses to your clit each time you pushed against her.

"Fucking hell Chloe..." She muttered something, looking up bashfully to see your water covered eyes. "What was that pretty girl?" You tugged her back, wanting to hear what she had to say.

"You taste really fucking good."

Your grin made her heart jump, breath held.

"Is that so?"

Chloe continued tongue fucking you as you loosened your grip. Another ripple of pleasure clawing through your body as you moaned.

"I see why you were so damn desperate now."

But that was when her fingers dug in and you realized you had no more control. Legs shaking as she took over your entire being,

ghost comes home

the 141 needs a place to sleep for the night and your house happens to be here. (simon introduces his secret wife to the task force, and it gets steamy after)

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ghost trudged up the hill, already regretting his decision. the 141 needed a place to lay low for the night, and of course they happened to be a mile from your remote summer home. he had a feeling you’d be there too, and here he was bringing four killing machines to your door in the middle of your summer vacation.

they had stopped before the door, and soap was itching with curiosity. it was a cozy lake house, two stories tall and perfect for a small family. there was a car in the driveway and the front porch lights were on, but he didn’t have any clue as to what, or who, awaited them inside. even though ghost had his mask on, soap could still sense how reluctant he looked. “don’t ask questions. come here.” ghost led them around the house to a small shed, wood on the outside but surprisingly modern on the inside. he opened up a military standard weapons storage unit and pointed at it. “every single gun, knife, grenade, weapon. in here.” price had started removing his weaponry but gaz and soap did a double take. “l.t. you’re saying go completely weaponless? what if-“ “if you can’t defend yourself with your bare hands that’s your problem, not mine. if you want to sleep outside, go ahead.” ghost said definitively. gaz and soap complied, and soon the group looked a lot closer to four guys on a camping trip than a ruthless task force. they went to the front of the house again, and ghost pulled out a key. “don’t make noise, don’t touch anything, don’t sit. the lights are going to be off. shoes off at the door.” the anxiety was getting to soap, he had no clue where they were but with how protective ghost seemed, he had a feeling he was going to know a lot more about his l.t. soon.

ghost opened the door, instantly greeted with the after smell of those lavender candles you always lit. it was dark except for the lowlights he had installed last june so that you could see when you came downstairs at midnight for a snack. he saw your books on the breakfast table and your slippers in the living room, the comforting feeling of home covering him like a warm blanket. he took his shoes off and walked quietly to the stairs, knowing every squeak and how to avoid them. a door upstairs opened and he swore underneath his breath, not wanting to wake you until the morning, but of course you’d seen his location and wanted to say hello.

it was midnight, and you had just finished a particularly smutty chapter in your romance book when you got the notification that the door had been opened. you checked simon’s location and of course it was him. you flung of the covers and opened your door, greeted with a silent house except for the sounds of fabric moving. you looked down the stairs and there he was, skull mask shining in the moonlight. you rushed down the stairs and jumped into his arms, reveling in the feeling of home. “hi si.” you said breathlessly, legs tightening around his waist. “hi, dove. did i wake you?” you pulled up his mask for a long kiss, heart beating finally finally. “no, i was reading.” “aye, one of those dirty romance books, hm?” you giggled as he knew you so well. “maybe so. you’ll just have to come upstairs and…” you trailed off, having looked over his shoulder into the living room where three giant men stood awkwardly. you climbed out of his arms (simon huffed), intrigued by the situation at hand. “you brought company?” you turned on the lights to reveal the three strangers.

soap blinked and couldn’t believe his eyes. there was his l.t., a 6’4 killer on the battlefield, with his mask half up his chin, hand around your waist, and love in his eyes. and of course, there was you. you didn’t seem nervous to have three intimidating men in your living room, if anything you looked excited. you seemed molded to ghost, your movement reflecting each other for maximum physical contact at all times. quickly, you pulled down ghost’s mask so the team didn’t have the chance to glimpse his face. you moved forward with a small smile, head cocking as you analyzed the men in front of you. “dove, this is-“ “the 141. i’ve heard a lot about you. didn’t expect to meet you all in my pajamas.”

“you’re much better looking than us anyways.” soap replied, diffusing the tension. he didn’t miss how ghost’s hand tightened on your waist and his eyes narrowed. this was going to be fun.

“well it’s lovely to meet you all, though i’m not sure why it’s right now. i’m -“ “mrs. riley.” ghost cut in. “you will address her as such.” you smacked his chest playfully as he looked down at you, eyes switching from cold protectiveness to endearment. “nonsense. you can call me by my name.” you said, extending your hand to price. “you must be captain price. and you’re wearing your hat!” the greetings continued in a similar fashion as you remarked upon everyone’s unique physical indicators, known from simon’s constant stories about the group. after realizing the military was in fact in your living room, a slight tension curled up your spine. simon noticed immediately, of course, and turned you both around, giving you a sense of relief. “guns in the house?” you whispered, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. that was the one requirement you had. “never, love. they’re in the shed.” you relaxed instantly. “okay, they can stay. are you staying?” your thumb laid over his hand, tracing the veins you had memorized thousands of times before. “you’ve got me for one night. transport comes at noon tomorrow. you sure you’re okay with this? we can camp outside. just happened to be near the house and needed a place to sleep.” “of course i’m okay with it, si. i trust you. and now i have you for one night.” you ended with a smirk, knowing your husband would not get a lick of sleep tonight. “we have two guest bedrooms, so you’ll have to share.” you announced, turning back to the group. “i’ll go ready the rooms.” simon whispered into your ear, squeezing your waist once before going upstairs. he didn’t want to leave you alone but he trusted his men, and didn’t want you to work more than you had to. he never did.

“well,” you plopped down in your favorite chair, the men still standing awkwardly. “sit down. we’ve got about five minutes to answer your questions before my husband whisks me away for the night.” soap sat down eagerly, bouncing with energy as he readied all his questions. gaz took in the scene before him, and only had one burning question. “captain, why aren’t you surprised?” price turned to him with a small smile, taking his hat off out of respect. you answered for him. “john and i have talked before, just never in person. there’s a lot of paperwork to do when you want to marry a ghost who’s in a secret task force.” you played with your ring finger unconsciously, and though your ring was off as you had been preparing for sleep, they could all see the tan outline on your fingers. “i’ve known about mrs. riley here for a while, but her existence is the only thing ghost told me.” price added in. he was big on respect, but even he was excited to meet ghost’s secret wife. the one who has extended secret protection whenever he was deployed, the one whose ring he wore next to his dog tags. 

“i think you want to rapid fire interrogate.” you said with a smile, turning to soap. “let’s do it”.

“where’d you meet?”

“manchester.”

“how?”

“i spilled my drink on him in a cafe. might have been on purpose to get him to talk to me.”

“you’re the perfect lass for him. how long have you been together?”

“four together, two married.”

they all exhaled a breath at that. for four years, ghost had been carrying a secret. with his past, or as much as he told them, they knew why, but it was still a blow.

“he loves you guys. he wanted to tell you all, we’d been planning it. just not like this. he kind of hoped someone would notice the ring on his dog tags and bring it up, but i had a feeling you all were a bit scared of him.” you could sense the tension and wanted to show simon’s thinking process to them as much as you could without spilling his secrets. with his past, he had been so worried about you being in danger. it was one of your agreements that he’d tell them in his time, and never before.

“what do you do?”

“i’m an author, hence the books.”

there were books everywhere. the shelves, the tables, the floor. in fact, with the lights on, soap now noticed a small ball of fur cuddled with a book under the coffee table.

“did ghost build this place?”

“basically. it was a fixer-upper. he gave it to me for our honeymoon and he’s been working on it ever since. it’s my getaway when i want to write.” soap spotted ghost coming down the stairs, and wanted to make the last question less personal, just in case.

“how do you deal with the bad jokes?” you opened your mouth to reply, but simon’s hand rested on your shoulder and you closed it. “enough. your rooms are ready.” simon said in a gruff voice, wanting to be alone with his wife already. you knew what that tone meant, and you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation. you guided the men to their rooms, gaz and soap splitting one, making sure they had everything they needed. then finally, finally, you went into your room with simon and locked the door.

“hi again.” you said shyly as he gathered you into his arms. “you good? overwhelmed?” he asked, knowing he had intruded on your solitude without warning. “i should be asking you that. are you okay?” you guided him to your bed, sitting him down on the edge. he sighed, and you slowly pulled off his mask, giving him time to stop you. with his face finally revealed, you pulled him in for a deep kiss, moaning at the taste of your husband. “i’ve missed you.” simon finally said, avoiding your last question. “me too.” you kissed his forehead, his hairline, trailing down to his cheeks and chin. reverent. it had been two months, not the longest you’ve gone without him, but still you never got used to the time alone. his hand twitched as he showed the number three with his fingers. a while ago, you had a long conversation about showing your emotions. when either of you were too overwhelmed, you used your hands to show it. one meant needing alone time, two meant panic attack, and three meant being together and moving to a different subject. you gave him a small smile, running your hands through his hair, shorter now that he was deployed. “let me make you feel good.” you whispered, and he nodded, putting his trust in you easily.

you unclipped his gear, slowly, surely. slipping off his vest, guiding his arms. you slid off his gloves one by one. simon loved how you treated him delicately, so different from his life in the military. there were no threats, no enemies to think about, just you and him in this quiet room. he’d soundproofed it last year after the incident with your parents, so there were no worries about disturbing his teammates. with his gear off, you took off his shirt, bringing it over his head and throwing it into the corner. his scars were fully visible, and you kissed each one with pleasure. “let” kiss “me” kiss “make” kiss “you” kiss “feel” kiss “good” kiss. he was slowly coming back to his body, the overwhelmed feeling disappearing with your love and affection. “yeah, love? gonna make me come?” he grinned, pushing the hair out of your face as you lowered yourself to his crotch. 

he helped you take off his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers while you were still fully clothed, the contrast making him hard. you breathed over his hardness, a contrast to the cool ac. he gathered your hair in one fist, giving him a full view of you hungrily looking at his cock. “take it out.” he ordered, and you complied, untucking him from his boxers. “i’m glad you introduced me to everyone today. you did so well.” you said, your words warming his heart. he liked praise, sometimes, and you were trying to make this as good as possible, not knowing when you’d see him next. “had to make sure they knew my wife who sucks my cock so well.” he replied. “you gonna actually suck it, or you just gonna kneel there, looking so pretty on your knees?” you chuckled at his words. slowly, you licked him from base to tip, satisfied with the groan he gave you in return. “spit” you said, offering him your hand. he complied, and you brought it down back to his cock, working your hand up and down. you started with kitten licks, feeling him jerk in your hands at every touch. wetness pooled in your pajama shorts, and you shifted, letting the seam of the fabric work at your aching clit. “stop teasing or i-” he stopped with a moan as you put his entire length in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. you hummed and his cock twitched. you worked your mouth up and down, using your hand when you couldn’t go all the way. seeing him undone was turning you on as you shifted on your knees, letting your shorts work your clit. you swirled your tongue around his tip and went back down, your other hand gripping his balls with a short squeeze. 

he bucked into you, and you knew he was close as he started fucking your face. he reached the back of your mouth and tears streamed down your face, but you didn’t make him stop. your hand left his balls and went down to your clit, pushing your palm against it to find the friction you were chasing. “does getting your face fucked turn you on, dove? my little wife?” you whimpered and he moaned, pulling you closer to his cock. “gonna come on your face, open up.” he withdrew, sticky strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. you put your hand back on it and stroked, ropes of cum landing on your face and neck. your tongue darted out to taste him and he groaned, laying down fully on the bed. “that was so good, lovie. you did so well, come ‘ere.” you climbed on top of him, thighs messy with your own wetness. “need you inside me, si. need to come.” you stripped off your shirt and shorts, tits bouncing in his face. he took your nipple in his mouth and you groaned, hands pushing against the headboard to keep yourself upright. simon’s hands came to your hips, sitting you down with his half-hard cock against your ass. “give me a second.” he said in a raspy voice. “okay, old man.” you replied cheekily. he slapped your ass and you giggled. laughter turned to moans as his hand slid down, putting two fingers inside you. “look at you, so greedy for my cock. have you been fucking yourself with the toys i got you?” his other hand tweaked your nipple, a bit of pain in a rush of pleasure. “i have, thinking of you. been missing your cock.” his thumb circled your clit just the way you liked it as his other hand went up from your nipple, choking you. “show me.” he withdrew his fingers and you whimpered as he licked them. you shifted backwards, impaling yourself on him. “si, its too much.” you had forgotten how big he was, and you felt so full, stuffed with his cock. “you can take it, wife.” you both sat there for a minute, letting your leaking cunt adjust to his cock. his hands massaged your nipples, getting you wetter and wetter. “wait, i have a surprise for you.” you leaned over to your bedside table, still full of simon, and pulled out a small box. simon sat up a bit and opened it, smirking as he took in the contents. he withdrew the gold clamps, setting the box aside. his hand grasped your left tit as he sucked it slightly, then withdrew. he opened the clamp and closed it around your hard nipple, an electric shock of pain running through your system. “you like wearing jewelry for me, hm? looking pretty, all stuffed with my cock while the boys are sound asleep next door. wonder if they’re thinking about you, wife.” you gasped, images of being shared with simon’s teammates running through your mind. you had had threesomes with simon before, but never with that many participants. while you were distracted, he closed the clamp around your other nipple. he tugged on the chain connecting them, bringing your mind back to him. “they wouldn’t fuck you like this, though. won’t get you dripping after they fuck your face.” his hips started moving upwards now that you were adjusted to his length, hands resting on your hips. with the feeling of the clamps, his dirty talk, and your stimulated clit, you were right on the edge. “si, i’m gonna come. please let me come.” his hand moved from your hip to your clit. “come for me, dove.” you shattered with a moan, glad for the soundproofed walls. your thighs trembled as you sat back down on his cock, and simon could feel you weakening. 

he flipped you both over, staying inside you, and started fucking into you with abandon. his hand slipped under your head to protect it from hitting the headboard as he got rougher and rougher. your tits bounced, the clamps holding steady with every thrust. your hands came around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “my husband.” you groaned, never tiring of calling him that. your hands scratched his shoulders, urging him into you more and more. he changed the angle so he grinded against your pubic bone, and you could feel your second orgasm coming. “si, come with me. i want you inside.” he moaned into your shoulder, keeping the pace. “right there, love, im right there.” he panted, needing just a bit more. “fill me up, si. i’ll be making breakfast for the boys and they’ll see your cum running down my thighs. i’m yours.” you both came to that image as he pumped into you, making you leak with his cum. “fuck.” he collasped into you, holding off his weight as to not squish you. cock still inside, he removed the clamps, licking each nipple after. “did you think of me when you bought these?” he said, growling. “i got so horny i had to get off in the public bathroom right after. thinking of you the whole time.” you replied. “gonna make you wear these all the time now so your cunt is always ready for me.” he slipped out and you both sighed. 

he left and came back with a warm washcloth, cleaning you both up. you yawned, so tired from the night’s events, glad to have your husband home. simon turned off the lights and tucked you both in, ready to sleep with his love in his arms. “i’m home, dove.” he whispered, kissing your forehead and tangling his feet with yours.

“i’m home.”

LETS START PRIDE MONTH WITH THESE TWO LOSERS!!!!!!!

art creds: caspervi

Hit me baby, one more time (Pt. 3 - LAST PART)

Last part and it is just filthy. I couldn’t wait yall once I finished it. Smut, smut, more smut. 18+ only below the cut!!!

Hope yall enjoy this as much as I did writing it! I haven’t written smut in fivever, so please let me know if yall want more/different fics!

“Would you stay with me?” Now it’s your turn for darkening eyes and Paige looks you up and down, quickly, before nodding and turning around to shut your bedroom door.

You are barely breathing as she unzips her jacket and tosses it near her shoes on the floor. She stands awkwardly at the edge of the bed before you motion for her to join you. You’re lying on your good side facing away from her, but she eagerly slides up to you, taking up the big spoon position.

Even though she’s still fully clothed, you can feel the warmth radiating off her, pressing into your bare legs as she curls her body around you, engulfing you. She props her head up on her hand to look down at you, her other hand still at her side.

“This okay?” She whispers close to your ear, sending fireworks throughout your body. You nod meekly, all at once overwhelmed.

Paige motherfucking Bueckers was in your bed, spooning your half-naked body right now. Girls would kill for this. You turn your head slightly because you feel her eyes on you - not on your face, though. You turn to see her slowly drinking in your bottom half. The deliciously exposed skin of your calves and thighs, the line of your underwear across your hip, and fuck if her gaze doesn’t linger a second too long on the part of your ass that’s pressed back into her.

She’s keeping things gentlemanly, not touching you at all with her hands, but you’re aching for her to. Fuck your ribs, you need to feel her more than this, and you’re almost certain she wants the same.

Time for another test… Nothing like a fake yawn…

As you “yawn” you arch your back and press your ass further into Paige, eliciting the tiniest groan from her full lips. “Sorry” you say mischievously, and this is the final test.

“S okay,” she clears her throat, gulps loudly, and lets out a sigh, which she uses to buck against you ever so slightly. Fuck, it is ON.

Without really thinking, you reach down and grab her hand (it’s tensed in a fist) and pull her arm across chest. You drop it innocently, waiting to see what she’ll do. After a beat, she unclenches her hand and just as innocently, lets it rest against your breast.

The fire of that touch nearly consumes you. You shift your body to turn to her, and as you do, you feel her hand tighten around you before releasing. Your eyes roll back momentarily, and when you open them she’s staring down at you, hard. Barely breathing. Her face contorted in concentration. You’d never seen her look like this before.

The time for game playing is over. You don’t care how needy you might sound, and besides… she owes you, right?

“Paige, please” you croak out, making sure to use her first name.

“What, Mia? Tell me what you need.” Her voice is the deepest you’ve ever heard it and you feel yourself instantly get wet.

“Want.” You correct yourself. “Need. You, Paige. Please”

That’s all the confirmation she needs to smash her lips to yours. You weren’t ready and moan into the kiss, giving her access to poke her tongue into your mouth. Your whole body is vibrating, charged with desire.

She pulls back slightly and before you can whine at the loss of contact, she tugs your bottom lip between her teeth before releasing and licking the length of it. Jesus, this girl knows how to kiss.

Your body is slightly bucking toward her, totally involuntarily and you would be embarrassed if you weren’t just so damn consumed by her entire being. You can’t get enough of her.

You turn further trying to get close to her and wince. Fuck, that hurt. You sigh and say, “Shit, I’m sorry. I can’t turn that way” you look at her in desperation.

“That’s okay, just turn back okay? I gotchu”

You turn back on your side, immediately cold at not being able to kiss those gorgeous lips when you feel a huge hand on your shoulder. You sigh deeply and relax your tense shoulders, as Paige lays her head directly behind yours, her lips grazing the spot where your ear meets your neck.

“Is this good for you?” She whispers against your skin. You shiver in response and she chuckles. At that, your guard goes up ever so slightly. You’re so vulnerable right now, and you don’t know if you can take any jabs from Ms. Blondie right now.

She must sense this because the next thing she says, whispered against your neck is, “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought of touching you like this.”

Your breath hitches and your head swims, but she continues, fingers trailing almost lazily from your shoulder, down your arm and back again.

“What it’d be like to kiss you, to taste that mouth, and to feel you pressed against me like this. I mean, fuck Mia…”

She stops only to place sweet kisses and devilish bites on and around your ear, making you whimper. You almost lose it when her teeth graze your earlobe, making you actually fully moan.

At this, she grasps your shoulder hard, breathing heavily. “I need more of you”

You gape at her open-mouthed as she’s searching your eyes for an answer. You already know what it is. You’d have given her the same answer today, last year, damn near the first time you met her.

“Then have me.”

The groan that escapes her lips at this is downright filthy. Her eyes are totally clouded over with desire - for you.

She gingerly places you on your back, checking with you every step of the way to make sure you’re not in pain at all. You finally get frustrated and shout, “Dammit Bueckers, I’m fine, just touch me!”

She takes your chin in her hands, fingers cupping your cheeks. “And what did I say about that calling me that, hm?”

She curls one finger to the edge of your mouth, and you slip your tongue out to suck it for a second. When she pulls away you say, “Paige, fuck, please. Lick me, fuck me, anything - just please touch me, Paige. Please.”

“Mmm. Good girl.”

You could’ve lost it just at those words, but not a chance competitive ass blondie would let you off that easily.

Taking care not to bump your tender side, she straddles your hips, pushing your t-shirt up over your bra. She sits back on her thighs and drinks you in, eyes roaming your bare skin.

“Can I take those off??”

You nod, lifting your arms to help out. Paige easily pulls your t-shirt off, and takes care with unhooking your bra, so as to not disturb your ribs. Once that’s off, she pauses for a long moment. You feel incredibly vulnerable under her hard gaze. She licks her lips as she takes you in, but her eyes stop on the wrap around your ribs. She places a gentle kiss, so light you can barely feel it, right in the middle.

“I am so sorry I hurt you, but I’m gonna make up for it. Gonna make you feel so good”

She barely finishes before grabbing your jaw and placing sloppy kisses and nips all along it. She works her way down your neck, somehow finding the spot that always makes you go wild. How does she even do that?

She knows when she hits it because she smiles against your skin and doesn’t relent. You try to keep quiet, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from moaning, with your other hand tangled in Paige’s hair.

She notices this and gently kisses you, before whispering against your lips, “No ma, let me hear you. Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel”

She then licks a long stripe down your neck until she reaches your chest and HOLY FUCK it was sloppy and messy and borderline cheesy, but how was it so hot?

Paige attaches her mouth to your nipple while kneading the other with her hand, and you’re squirming helplessly underneath her. You need more friction, badly, and not where she’s focused right now.

She must be some sort of sex genius because without saying a word she immediately knows what you need, grabbing the thigh on your good side and hoisting it over her fucking shoulder, all while smoothly sliding down your body until she’s inches away from your heat.

Her hand is gripping your thigh tightly and she turns her head to the side to bite at and suck the sensitive skin there, setting you on fire. You move to hoist your other leg up, but the pressure on your ribs is too much, and you slam it back down in defeat.

“Don’t worry, I got all the room I need,” Paige breathes against your clothed pussy sending shivers all up and down your body.

She gulps loudly, before turning her piercing gaze in you once again. “I wasn’t lying before when I said I’ve thought about this. If I’m being honest, too many times to count. You’re so fucking beautiful, Mia.”

You blush at this, kicking your feet only a tad impatiently and she gets the hint. Enough talk. You need her. Now.

She lowers her mouth to your center and just breathes. Literally just fucking breathes against you, and you cry out, it feels so good. “Oh fuck, ma. You got this wet for me?”

You didn’t even notice her skilled fingers hooking into your undies and drawing them to the side, and now she’s staring down at you, completely soaked.

You nod shyly as she stares some more. “How long have you been wet for, huh? Since we came back to your room? Since we got to the apartment?”

She’s laying gentle kisses everywhere but where you need them as she says this. You shake your head vehemently.

“When then? In my car?”

“Pretty much when you got all up in my face in the training room.” You admit, nearly out of breath. She moans at this, while at the same time finally dipping a slender finger just inside your folds to feel how much you want her.

The touch ignites something in you, and you immediately need more, more, more.

What you’re not prepared for is for this fucking girl to lift her fingers to her mouth and suck you off of her in the filthiest possible way. Clock that as maybe the third time she’s almost made you cum without even touching you.

You barely have time to register this before you realize she’s done teasing you, as she starts with one, long lick from your entrance to your clit. You let out a moan you didn’t even think you had in you. You’ve had amazing head before, but this? This was championship level shit. You guess you shouldn’t be too surprised, after all.

She knows what you need as she starts circling your clit with her tongue, alternating between speeds, and every now and then dipping down to your entrance to taste you even more. Every so often she hums happily against you, which sends a new wave of shock throughout you.

Once she dips her tongue into your entrance, prodding before fully entering you, you see stars. You can’t help it, you need more stimulation and you need it now. Ignoring the small pang of embarrassment, you lift your hands to your chest and begin kneading and pinching your breasts.

It’s worth it once Paige finally notices. She lets out a moan inside of you and only pulls her tongue out to say, “Fuck yes, baby. That’s so fucking hot. Don’t fucking stop touching yourself like that while I lick you.”

Your eyes roll back in your head. The dirty talk? Delicious and filthy but also… did she just call you baby?

She’s determined to make you cum now, as she goes back to work with her tongue inside of you, rubbing your clit with her thumb.

“Fuck, I’m so close Paige, please”

Hearing her name again like that spurs something in her because she ramps up her tempo while saying, “Yes baby, you’re doing so fucking good. Fuck, I want you to cum in my mouth “

That does it. You damn near scream as your orgasm consumes you, heel digging into Paige’s back while she works you through it, not stopping until you collapse back on the bed, out of breath.

Before you can take another breath, you feel her slender finger dip back into you just slightly. Your eyes snap open and you see her, face covered in you, ready to go back for more. “You got one more in you, ma? Gonna let me keep making you feel good?”

And fuck a refractory period because YES, oh my god yes. In response you bite your lip and at this point it’s like she’s reading your mind as she slowly slips her long fingers inside, letting you get used to the feel.

It’s not long before you’re wiggling around, needing more and Paige doesn’t chuckle this time. She just gives it to you. Two of her fingers outweigh anything else you’ve ever had. They’re fucking magic, as she pumps them in and out, slowly increasing her tempo, before curling them just enough to hit that spot that makes you see stars.

“Oh, fuck!” You yell, “Right there, Paige!”

She moans lewdly at that. “Yeah baby, right there? Need me fucking you just like that?”

You don’t say anything in response, but push your ass down to help her out, almost fucking yourself on her fingers.

“Fucking hell, ma. That’s so fucking hot, shit. Keep doing that for me baby, you feel so fucking good”

Of course you obey. It’s not long before Paige hooks her fingers in just the right spot, while simultaneously pressing down slightly just below your stomach, and you know it’s going to be any second.

“Yes, baby, just like that. You gonna cum for me again? C’mon Mia, cum for me, please”

Between the please, the baby, and her saying your name, you know you had no chance. You explode, this orgasm rocking you harder than the first, but Paige is focused on making sure you feel every little bit of it. When you finally collapse back down, she eases out of you before coming up to lay next to you, absently licking you from her fingers.

It takes you a minute or two before you can breathe enough to take a look at Paige. She looks insanely gorgeous, hair mussed up, cheeks flushed pink, wearing her signature shit-eating grin. But this time, you didn’t mind it.

“Wow” is all you can utter, as you stare into those icy blue eyes.

“Yeah”, Paige agrees with a small laugh, her eyebrows in the air. “How are you even sexier than I imagined?”

You scoff at this. “Please. Look at yourself. It’s criminal to look that good after giving that mind-blowing of head.”

Her eyes narrow lazily. “Mind-blowing, huh? Don’t get me started again”

“But I want to” you pout, while reaching over and gently caressing her face, letting your thumb dip into the side of her mouth ever so slightly.

“Hey, hey. You need to rest and take it easy”

“Paige, if I don’t touch you I really think I might die”

She gasps at this, and grabs the back of your head to pull you into a lip-crushing kiss. You gingerly try to roll over and straddle her but your ribs are having none of that. You settle for propping yourself up on your elbow for now, using your free hand to tug at the hem of Paige’s t-shirt.

“You are wearing way too many clothes right now” you whisper in her ear and can feel her shake. It’s so hot to know you have this sort of effect on her. You couldn’t wait to bring her to her knees.

You tug one last time and Paige obediently pulls her shirt and sports bra over her head in one motion. Holy fuck, those abs. Your hands roam from her belly button up to her chest and neck, caressing and reveling in the little sounds you’re getting out of her.

Just as you hit a sweet spot on her collarbone, you nudge her thighs apart with your knee and push up into her heat. She hisses at this and grabs at your hair to tug on it slightly. It drives you wild.

You can tell she needs more contact. She’s bucking herself against your knee but there’s two layers between you.

“Off” you say simply, fingering the waistband of her sweats. She quickly slides them down her legs and kicks them off the bed. She’s left in her boxer briefs and you can see just how wet she is. Your eyes glaze over as you reach a hand down and tease her clit over her underwear.

Her eyes flutter shut. “Oh shit, babe”

“Yeah, you like that?” You try throwing the dirty talk back at her.

“Fuck yes, I like that.”

“Tell me what you want, P”

You feel her body react to the nickname as she opens her eyes to look at you again. “Please touch me, Mia. I just need to feel you”

You could feel yourself getting worked up again just at that, but you’re eager to please. You tug at the waistband of her boxer briefs, upset you can’t just slide down and rip them off with your teeth. She gets the hint and kicks them off, but before she can close her legs, you hold her strong thigh so you can finally get a good look at her.

Of course, she has an absolute perfect pussy, too. She was so wet she was nearly dripping, and all you want is to get your mouth down there, but there’s no way you can get an angle. You sigh in frustration, before pulling Paige’s head to yours, kissing her softly a moment.

“P, I wanna try something. Do you trust me?”

“Wait what? Mia, you really don’t have to do anything. I know you gotta be exhausted and-“

“I said, do you trust me?”

Paige gulps and answers “Of course”

You rearrange some pillows near the top of your bed before settling yourself back against them at what you deem to be the best angle.

“Okay, get over here and sit on my face.”

You’d never seen Paige in such shock before - her mouth formed a perfect “O” shape as she digested what you just said.

You don’t say a word, just look expectantly at her, waiting.

“No way, Mia. I’m so much bigger than you I’ll literally crush you and-“

“You literally will not, just cmon, you said you trusted me.”

“I do, it’s just I mean, I’ve never done that before…”

“P, you know I gotchu. There’s nothing I want more right now than to fucking taste you but this is the only angle that’s going to work right now. Please.”

You knew you got her with the bit about wanting to taste her. You can see her giving in. She runs her hands over her face and comes to kneel next to you. She swings a leg over, hovering over your neck. “Like this?” she asks?

“Almost,” you reply, “but I can’t reach you all the way back there”. You grab her ass and give it a playful smack before pulling her forward so she’s hovering right over your mouth.

“Mia, are you really sure? Because I- ohhhh fuckkkkk”

Paige is cut off from her sentence by you licking from her sopping entrance all the way to her clit and hovering there before flicking it with your tongue.

You keep working at her clit, focusing there for the time being, as you hazard a glance up at her face and it almost breaks your resolve. She’s got her eyes screwed shut, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth, and one hand holding her steady on the headboard. She looks like a fucking work of art.

You begrudgingly tear your eyes away and refocus your efforts on flatting your tongue and running it the entire length of her, once, twice before switching to dip your tongue deeper into her folds, the taste of her engulfing you. You moan against her, and feel her buck in response.

You do it again, and feel her hips grind down again. You pull away temporarily to gaze up into her eyes. “P, I want you to fuck yourself on my tongue, okay?”

Her eyes snap open in confusion. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m gonna place my tongue where it needs to be, and I want you to grind and fuck yourself down on it.”

She’s staring at you open-mouthed, unsure of what to say.

“Yes, I’ll be able to breathe if that’s what’s wrong. But I need to feel you like that, P. Need to feel how bad you want me to fuck you. Need to hear you and feel you more than anything. Just grab onto the headboard to steady yourself and bounce, baby. Ready?”

Paige hesitantly nods, but you get into position anyway and give her ass a little smack to let her know she’s good to go. She grabs the headboard and grinds down painfully slowly the first time. You think you could cum again just from this. You moan into her and the vibrations make her grind down even harder the next time.

You get the sense she’s still not fully confident so you remove your mouth for a second to say, “Fuck yes baby, just like that. Ride my fucking tongue, Paige.”

This gets her going again and soon she’s grinding so smoothly, her clit hitting your nose with every bounce, your tongue reaching deeper and deeper inside her.

She starts to whine and you know she needs more to finish. You gently push her thighs up ever so slightly. Licking your lips so she can see you taste her, you thrust two of your fingers up and simply say, “Suck”

She does immediately, coating them lewdly, and you feel yourself throb at the feeling. Once you’re satisfied, you reach them down and tease her entrance, before sliding one fully in to the knuckle.

“Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkk…”

“You like that baby?”

“Mmmph”

“Use your words, P. Tell me.”

“Oh fuck yes, I love it when you fuck me just… just like that. Please don’t stop Mia”

“You wanna cum on my fingers baby?” She just nods, unable to form words.

“Not quite yet, baby. You’re doing so good, just hang on”

You reposition yourself and simultaneously slide another finger inside her dripping pussy, while attaching your mouth to her clit.

The noise she makes is downright pornographic and you can officially feel your arousal dripping again. You attack her clit, while you’re steadily pumping in and out of her. You’ve got her fully bucking her hips now, fucking herself down on your fingers and fuck if it’s not the absolute sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

You feel her start to tense and know that she’s almost there. You only remove your mouth from her clit to say, “Fuck yes, babe. Cum all fucking over me, Paige. I want to feel and taste you when you cum. Please fucking cum for me, baby”

You slurp sloppily at her clit and feel her finally squeeze around your fingers hard.

“Oh, oh my god. Yessssss Mia, I’m fucking cumming. Oh fuck, I’m fucking cumming for you, shitttttt”

You don’t release your mouth or your finger until you’re fully sure Paige is spent. She damn near collapses on you again, before quickly spinning and falling back to the bed. You make a big show of pulling your fingers out of her and bringing them to your lips, swiping them a few times across your bottom lip, just to tease her again.

Her icy blue eyes are glazed over as she watches you and licks her lips. Then she sighs loudly and throws a hand over her forehead before saying, “Fucking hell”

You can’t help but agree. You’d have some great sex in your life, but that? That was fucking life-changing. You can’t help but get quiet thinking about how that might have been the one and only time. This was more than a crush now for you - you weren’t necessarily falling in love, not yet at least, but you couldn’t just never do this again. You ached for her now, craved her. Loving the reciprocity of it. Before tonight, you’d never have thought Paige would let someone command her like that, but the way she gave in and fully trusted you, the way she allowed herself to fully let go, is hotter than anything else.

Paige feels you withdraw (how does she always know?)

“Hey, Mia,” she reaches over to gently run her thumb over your cheek. “Hey, where did you go?”

You sigh. “Nowhere, I’m okay. That was just… incredible.”

She laughs softly. “You can say that again.”

You fidget slightly with your hands. “I just… can’t imagine never doing that again, is all…”

You feel your face flushing and you purposefully don’t look her in her eyes. But blondie’s having none of that.

She reaches over to pull your chin back to her softly, intimately. “Who said anything about never again?”

Your breath hitches as she continues. “I mean, fuck Mia. I already couldn’t stop thinking about you, but now? I’ll be lucky if I think about anything fucking else ever again.”

A smile erupts on your face at this, but she’s not done yet. “Besides, as your self-appointed caretaker, I’ll need to monitor you pretty closely while those ribs heal. How long they tell you again?”

“About 4-6 weeks…” you groan.

“Think you can deal with my annoying ass for that long?”

You roll your eyes. “I think I can manage. But you really don’t have to do that, P. I wasn’t expecting anything when I asked you to stay tonight, really.”

“Hey. Ion’t do things I don’t wanna do. Besides…”

She has that devilish grin on again as she paws at your good side, clearly ready for another round.

“It’s the least I can do.”

what the actual fuck is wrong with people. i feel so bad for them.