I WRITE FOR;

I WRITE FOR;

- The Last Of Us part 1 & part 2

- Stranger Things

~ Mike, Eleven, Will, Joyce, Jim , Dustin , Lucas , Max , Erica, Billy , Murray , Argyle , Jonathan , Nancy , Henry , Steve, Robin , Eddie , Jason.

- The Walking Dead ( both game and show )

- Life Is Strange

- Detroit Become Human

- Uncharted

- Resident Evil 7 & Village

- Emma ( 2020 version )

A/N: Joel Miller is our daddy. That's it.

Things Joel Miller would say when Reader's in stress:

" Everything will be okay babygirl, just focus on me."

  " Focus on my breathing okay? Just look at me "

  And If she starts crying:

  " Aww no baby don't. I'm here for you. "

  Just rubs her back and kisses her cheeks.

  " Daddy loves you so much babygirl. Do you love him back? "

     You nod.

   " Good girl. Come here now. Let daddy take care of you. "

  Let me know If you liked this. I just wanted to write something before I begin writing requests you guys sent me 💜

If somehow the Lord gave me a second chance at that moment, I would do it all over again.

HAPPY SECOND ANNIVERSARY THE LAST OF US PART II — June 19th 2020

Late Night Driving

  A/N- Hey guys! I'm yet again back with an imagine from Stranger Things!     After watching the season 4, I decided that I should start writing for it too because I'm in love with the series since it came out. 

~This imagine is for Steve Harrington. 

~Reader is a Hopper but she's not related to El biologically 

~ Sorry If there are any grammar mistakes , my main language isn't English but I'm trying to improve it by studying English Literature in university lol.

 ~ I hope you like it!

  No warnings for this imagine.

    Summary- All Reader wanted is to hang out with Steve and his friends from school but Jim Hopper - her dad - don't allow her to because he doesn't like them at all so Steve Harrington decides to take her out secretly.

  Yet another evening when you were locked in your room without even realizing what you were doing. You just wanted to go out with a few friends without asking Hopper, but he rejected you saying, "You know I really don't like those guys , so no! I will never hear this from you Y/N. Are we understood? " Actually, it was not clear, so you tried a little harder because you didn't think your friends had a problem. They were the only people you could get along with. You had a feeling for Steve in particular among them. Something you couldn't name yet. "But dad, they are good people and Steve-" Hopper gave you a look that you were sure would have laughed at that look if you weren't arguing right now, but you still held back and continued to focus on his face. His look was so serious and sarcastic.” Steve? That guy whose friends are always late for school and whose parents have drugs? Hell no!”

  " Well you drink alcohol all the time and I say nothing to your face!" You wanted to ask yourself later where that courage came from, and at that moment you really hated yourself a little bit for saying that. He was your father. Most of them were better than the father, he fed you, he took care of you, but you underestimated him again. Who knows how his heart was broken.

"To your room Y/N."

" Dad, I didn't want to. I'm sorry."

 " Go. Straight. To. Your. Room. Now!" He said, emphasizing all the words one by one. He was extremely right to be angry, but only about one thing. You had no right to insult him like that. Just because he drinks alcohol doesn't mean he treats you badly. You loved him very much and he loved you too, and you were even more connected after you lost Sarah, your younger sister. Yes, he sometimes took refuge in alcohol, but he was still your father. You apologized again in a low voice, but you were sure he didn't hear it because he was thinking about what you just said. You didn't mind and went to your room and lay on your bed.

 " Fuck, I'm so stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! "

 "Why the hell you're calling yourself stupid?" You were startled by an unexpected voice and looked at the window behind you.Dingus "Steve! Why are you here? How did-" Steve was still trying to climb the window but you weren't going to let him in until you had your answer. There was no way. What if your father saw him? Then you really did have strings.   " Like I told you. I'm a ninja. And now for the dear God, help me! I'm stuck here! " At that moment, all the options you could do came to your mind and you grabbed him by the arm without thinking about anything. Wrong choice.

  When you pulled on him, he collapsed on you and you fell to the ground together. Steve Harrington had come to your house, or rather to your room, and he had collapsed on you. Steve Harrington, your one and only love. Ahh, if he had read your thoughts, who knows how you would look pathetic But these were all your own thoughts, and you didn't know exactly what Steve thought of you.  

     Yes, you were a friend, even further from a friend, but you weren't sure if you were at the stage of a lover. When you were below him and he was above you, you had the opportunity to examine his face even more closely. It was the first time you had seen him up close and oh my god that silky face and touchable hair. Steve Harrington was a truly wonderful man. But the sound you made at that moment was even more important because your father could come to heck you at any moment.   Yes you did argue, you did argue from time to time but he still cared about you all the time.

  "Steve, my dad."

  “What about him,” he said in a low voice. In a low but sexy voice. This man was really going to be your death. You wouldn't fall for it. "He would be here any minute, Steve. Get off of me, will you?"

“  Jesus he really does hate me, doesn't he?” You smirked at that and chuckled low. He studied you face and his eyes then stopped on your mouth. " Your smile is so beautiful, did anybody tell you that before?" " Couple of times, yes but just my dad. You're the only man who said it except my dad. " He smiled proudly and stood up. "Well I'm so glad that I said it, then." So glad.He said that he was so glad that he said it. You never expected to hear that from him. Steve was indeed a man full of surprises.

 " Why are you here, Steve? " " Well you said that you come, but you didn't so I thought I could just check out If there's something going on and I think I thought good, right? " Sometimes you were offended by Steve's knowledgable ways, but that's what made Steve Steve. If someone else did it, you probably threw them out the window by now, apart from your close friends, of course.. " Well I'm fine, you can go now before- " " Wait, what? No you're coming with me. Tell me what's going on and we'll figure something out, okay? I'm not going to let this go. I'll talk to your grumpy dad if we can't and solve it with him. " Steve seemed unaware of what your father could do to him. Your father was the best Chief Hawkins had ever seen, and of course he could take care of a boy like Steve however he wanted. Steve would be a piece of cake for him. You didn't want him to get hurt, so you told him again not to do that and go, but he had no intention of going.

 " I won't go 'till you come with me, Y/N. I want to help you. " " There's nothing going on with me, Steve. I just argued with dad but that's all. And the fact that he hates you is a wrong idea because he only dislikes you, not hates you. " “Well, that still doesn't chill me a bit.” If you knew Steve, he'd never let go of that thread. You knew he only wanted to talk to you. He wanted to get in trouble, and frankly, you would too, but it was evening, you had a fight with your father, you were sent to your room, and besides, you made a bad choice by taking Steve into your room. Still, if you were going to be back in 1 hour, why not.

  You told him that you could go out for an hour, and as soon as you said that, he was already getting excited and unable to sit still. You immediately took a jacket and went down from the window of the room and got into his car fast without seeing your father and left the road of the house.    

      “ Don't drive too far, okay? If dad doesn't find me in my room he will- "

" Enough negative things, Y/N. Just tell me everything you have in your pretty mind of yours. I'm always here for you. You know that." "I know Steve. Thank you." You said and smiled. If you were alone in your room right now and this had happened before, you would be dancing in your room screaming. That's what Steve Harrington was getting you to do.

  You were quiet for a few moments, and then Steve pulled over and sat back, taking a deep breath. He leaned towards you and you just sat there, not knowing what to do. You thought he would kiss you but he did something very contrary to what you thought and made you feel ashamed again. He pulled the arm of the seat and made it move a little farther back. You didn't quite understand why he was doing it, but it was clear he wanted to do something.

 "  So now, pretty Y/N. Open up your mind, your thoughts to me 'cause Doctor Steve Harrington is here for your service."

  Of course, you didn't open up about your feelings for him, but you talked a little bit about your problems at school, your problems with your father, and it made you feel even more comfortable. It was warm for you that Steve listened to you and laughed at you when you were angry and spoke quickly when you were angry and that he was upset when you were upset. Steve might have been seen as a cold person on the outside, but he was the opposite. People really misunderstood him. At the head of these people was your father, Hopper, but you thought you could handle this problem, and so did Steve. When the conversation was over, you took a deep breath and sat back. You felt a little selfish because you didn't hear Steve's thoughts. "What about you? How have you been. I'm sorry I couldn't ask you how you were. I'm so selfish." Steve moved a little closer to you, took your hand and looked exactly into your eyes. " Don't call yourself like that. You're not selfish first of all because I wanted you to tell yours and I love to hear about you. I actually- uhm actually love everything about you, Y/N. " It was an unexpected move from Steve, but one to be expected once you get to know him, but something you thought you would never hear. Especially from Steve.

   " Steve... I don't know what to say. "  " Don't say anything. Just listen to me, please.I wanted to tell you this way before. This wasn't a love at first sight but after getting know you better, your thoughts, your likes, Y/N I thought we would have a chance together. I thought you love me and we can be together. It was easy for me you know? To ask you to be my girlfriend but your dad made it so difficult and I thought- I thought you wouldn't love me for the things that your dad had said to you about me. But lately, I decided and told myself to screw it and yeah, here I am. Telling you that I love you.It's okay If you don't have feelings for me Y/N. Yes I will be sad but your happiness is the only thing I care in this world. " After such a confession, you were one of those who didn't really know what to say or what to do, but only a few words came to your mind. "I love you too Steve Harrington."

  Steve's face directly lighted up and he bursted into laughter. He pulled you up and placed you on his lap. The already tilted back seat gave you even more room and held you comfortably in his lap. His slender but strong fingers gently grabbed your chin and pulled you to him. He searched your eyes as if to ask permission before closing his lips to yours, and after seeing that light, he started kissing you. His kiss was so soft and slow that it was as if the world was spinning around you, time had stopped.

  It was an incredible thing. You were in Steve Harrington's car, you were in his lap, you were kissing. At that moment, you didn't care about anything. It was just you and Steve in that moment and nothing could have mattered. Staying in the moment was one such thing. And so now you knew Steve Harrington was yours. And you were his. After you parted your lips, he rested his forehead on yours and you stayed like that for a while and only your breathing could be heard in the car. But there was something you forgot. Your father.

  "Steve?" “Yeah?” “Can you take me back? My dad will be very mad.” He shook his head and kissed you hard for the last time and left. You slid into the side seat and repositioned it, leaning back and watching him. All along the way, only the music on the radio could be heard, which was frankly good. Because really, if Steve asked you anything, you didn't quite know what to answer after that kiss. When you turned to the street where your house is located, you asked him to let you out at the corner so that your father would not see the car. Steve thought it was more appropriate and stopped the car on the corner.

  “Look at me, baby.” You turned to him and couldn't help the grin on your face. Pursing his lips, he was waiting for you to kiss him. Literally Dingus. You gave him a quick but sweet kiss on the lips and you got out of the car with a wink. When you looked back often as you ran towards the house, you saw that he got out of the car, put his arm on the top of the car, and followed you with that stupid grin on his face. Before leaving without lingering too much, you entered again through the window you left open and took a deep breath after entering. There was no sound from Hopper. You assumed that he had fallen asleep on the sofa again and opened the door slowly and entered the room where the living room was with silent steps.

   You were not mistaken in your guess. Hopper was there. He was lying face down on the chair, with the top open. Surprisingly, he had no drinking bottles or anything about cigarettes with him. You took the blanket that lay on top of the single chair and slowly spread it over him, and then bent over and placed a kiss on his cheek. Even though it may bother you to do secret business with your father, this evening was the best evening of your life. Everything would be fine. You went into your room and after closing the door you went to bed. You thought about what had happened tonight and fell asleep with the big smile on your face, dreaming about Steve.

This is terrible, and quickly written with no proofreading but I’m so horny for these two men and I needed to write this. It ended up being waaaaay longer than intended and like??? It’s just bad and it reminds me why I literally can’t write actual imagines or fics and why I write headcanons instead lol

COMPLETELY NSFW HORNY SHIT - SEX AND THREESOME TYPE SLUT STUFF PLS (it’s about Chris Redfield and Piers Nivans)

Fuck, just imagine having sex with Chris, him slamming into you and you biting down on the inside of your cheek to desperately stay as quiet as you can so no one hears. Chris behind you, one hand pulling your hips back towards him so he can get as deep as possible, his other hand around your throat, pulling your head back towards him. He’s groaning in your ear, telling you how good you feel around his aching cock, how long he’s been waiting to fuck you senseless. Then out of nowhere, Piers walks in to ask his captain something, only to see his captain screwing the brains out of you. He stands in shock, just staring at you both like a deer in the headlights, you look up embarrassed but you can’t get any sentences to form as Chris just continues slamming into you mercilessly. Instead of Chris freaking out or stopping, he asks Piers what he wants but Nivans has completely forgotten, he’s just staring at you instead, his cock getting harder by the second as Chris pulls you back to be sat in his lap, giving Piers a full view of your naked body. Chris signals for Piers to come over, to help him make you cum, and sheepishly, Piers agrees.

Imagine he walks over, his hardened bulge clear as day pressing against his trousers. Chris stopped moving inside of you and has an arm wrapped around your waist to stop you from desperately bouncing on his fat cock. Piers stands in front of you, not exactly knowing what to do, and you just hear a slight chuckle from behind you - Chris pulls out, to your dismay, and he pushes you to your back, pulling one of your legs to the side so your slick pussy was on full show to the young man in front of you. You quickly looked away and felt a large hard grab your chin and force you to look back towards Nivans, “why don’t you give her a taste, Nivans?” Piers gulps, not being able to tear his eyes away from your glistening cunt, your slick covering even the inside of your thighs. He slowly gets down on to his knees and wraps his arms under your thighs and places his hands on your hips, pulling you forwards toward him. Without giving you a chance to even move, he’s already tasting you, his tongue flicking across your sensitive clit, moving in circles before he pushes his tongue into your hole. You throw your head back and let out a low moan, subconsciously grinding your hips against his face to have more contact, as you do Chris latches on to one of your nipples. He roughly sucks on your nipple and rubs his tongue over it a few times like an apology before doing it again, his hand rubbing up toward your other breast, and rubbing your sensitive nub between his finger and thumb. You instinctively pull on Chris’ hair, yanking at it without any thought, the pleasure just too overwhelming. As you do, Piers takes advantage of your distracted mind and pushes two fingers deep inside of you while his tongue continues working miracles on your clit.

Piers pushes his fingers as deep as he can, searching for that soft spot inside of you that would make you crumble in an instant, without searching for long he finds it and makes fast work of moving his fingers against it. Your legs squeeze against his head as you begin feeling that all familiar knot build up in the pit of your stomach, your legs start shaking and your breathing becoming more unsteady. Chris notices and one of his large hands come up to your throat, lightly squeezing the sides, just enough to make you barely light headed as you cum everywhere. Piers groans against your cunt, licking up your juices like it was the only meal he’d eaten in the last week, he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean before looking up to you. He’s breathless and Chris just looks down towards him, noticing how clearly and unbearably hard he still is, and all Chris does is nod. “You know, you should probably sort that out” Nivans looks down and palms at his cock through his trousers and shudders, he looks up at you and you bite your lip, spreading your legs further apart as an invitation. Piers gladly accepts unbuckling his belt and making quick work of pulling off his trousers and boxers, his cock finally springing free. Chris moved back out of the way slightly, allowing Piers to climb over you, the head of his cock resting against your entrance as his head rests in the crook of your neck. He finally pushes in you, and he let out a loud groan as he did, gripping to the mattress below you. He slams into you at a quick pace, barely able to control himself as your gummy walls squeeze around his pulsating cock, he bites lightly on your neck as you moan loudly into his ear.

After not even five minutes of Piers fucking into your pussy, Chris sighs and leans down, giving you a few light kisses before giving you a little smirk. Chris lightly palmed at his cock, still being hard from being inside of you not long ago. He rubbed his hand down the side of your body towards your arse as you lifted your legs to wrap around Piers’ hips. Chris had a glint in his eye and you and Nivans both knew exactly what he was hinting at, without missing a beat Piers pulled you up to him so your chest was pushed against his, making your arse fully bare to Chris - who in one fluid movement was behind you, his chest pushed up against your back…

Thankyou so much for doing my request! Its amazing! I was wondering if you could do a in heat alpha chris x reader, where chris is super horny and keeps bothering the reader as shes trying to get a project done for work. So she ties him up and milks his cock?

Sorry, its been a little bit since I wrote.😖 I'm currently in the middle of a fic where Chris is tied up, so I kind of made this a different "tied up" way??? If that make sense? Sorry I didn't write it the other way. Hopefully, I can make it up to you in the other one.

Needy Alpha Chris

(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*:.･ﾟ✧ MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERECT

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Warnings: Omegaverse/abo, omega fem/afab reader, alpha Chris, Chris being needy, knotting, tummy bulge, begging (both sides), cockwarming, diy cock ring, most likely grammar errors

Your deadline was coming up fast for your current project. You figured you'd be able to put some work into it while you stayed home with Chris for his rut. You gave yourself one goal for today. To finish the damn project you and your team were assigned to by your director. That was your only plan for the day. You even told your mate wanted to get this done so the two of you could relax that last couple of days you had off. Unfortunately, your mate was in the middle of his rut. The first few days he’s more aggressively needy. Giving in to his instincts and is absolutely feral. Stalks you around like a predator. His large hands are roaming all over your body in a frenzy. Thankfully he was towards the last couple of days of his rut, making him become needy in a softer way. He still wants to pump load after load into you but he will try to hold in his urges, not wanting to overwork you and have you fucked out of your mind the whole time. But in the end, he ends up begging to fuck your tight cunt.

There you were minding your own business typing away on your laptop, finally able to crawl out of bed and get some work done. As you sat on the floor, coffee table in front of you, back resting against the couch. You could feel someone’s hungry eyes watching your every move for the past 30 minutes. You could see the large man in your peripheral view seated in the small reading nook on the other side of the living room. Without even moving your eyes away from the screen you could tell Chris wanted your attention but didn’t want it to be completely obvious. Even though he was constantly clearing his throat or letting out a small grunt as he kept repositioning himself in the armchair.

After his fruitless attempts, he closed his book, placing it on the seat before walking over to you. He pulled the coffee table forward, pulling it away from you. Your hands stayed in the same typing position as you looked up at him in confusion. "Uh, what are you doing?" You inquired. But the bulky man kept quiet. He moved around to the other side of the table where you sat. Bending down, he slipped his arms under your armpits and lifted you up like a rag doll. You accepted your fate as he sat in the spot you once were and placed you on his lap. Wrapping his large arms around your middle section, burying his face into your hair. Blinking a few times, you turned your head to look at him. "You okay?" He nods against the back of your head. "Couldn't get comfortable" he mumbled, his hot breath dancing across the back of your neck. He could feel your small laugh vibrating through your body. "I could tell. You couldn't sit still." You leaned forward to pull the table toward you, rubbing against Chris's groin in the process. Clearing his throat as he tightened his hold on you.

The sound of your nails tapping against the keys occasionally broke the silence. Every now and then Chris would wiggle around, trying to get comfortable while he trailed his nose to your scent glands on the side of your neck, taking deep breaths of your scent. You paid no mind to it. His rut was coming to an end, he still wanted to take in your sweet aroma every possible moment. His nose rubs against the sensitive skin tickling you for a brief moment before you feel his canines scratch against your skin, causing you to let out a gasp. "Chris, I'm trying to work." You tried holding in your giggles as we switched to the other side of your neck giving the same attention. You brought one of your hands to where his arms were wrapped around you, rubbing your hands along them. As Chris continued to nuzzle against your neck, he unwrapped one of his hands, his callused digits trailing down to the plush skin of your thighs, kneading into the soft meat.

"Chris, I need to get this done." You tried to speak in a serious tone. He brought his mouth to the straps of your tank top, trapping it against his teeth, pulling the thin flimsy material off your shoulders before trailing his hot lips back up. “Then work” “I’m trying but you are distracting me.” you let out an exaggerated sigh. Suddenly you realized while this whole time he’s been holding you, he's been pumping out his pheromones gradually over time. It wasn't until you felt your sex ache for some sort of relief. "Chris Redfield” His lips stilled, pressing to your warming skin. “I told you I am going to get this done, and then I’m yours the rest of the day” You rarely raised your voice, but the sexual tension building up between you, and the nagging workaholic voice in your head was causing a battle inside you. He unwrapped his arm around your waist and slipped under your shirt. His calloused pads outline your sides, tracing up from under your breast, his fingers stretching out as far as they could before sinking them into the soft pillowy meat giving them a firm squeeze.

A soft whimper escaped past your lips, hips rocking slowly as you succumbed to the pleasure of his hardening cock rubbing against your ass. Your eyelids started to feel a bit heavy as your mind became foggy. Chris’s mouth trails up the side of your neck to your ear. “You going to let me in that little cunt?” he whispered between nibbles on your lobe. Realizing what’s happening, your eyes snap wide open. “Okay, that’s it!” you twist in his hold to look at him, “We are doing this on my terms though. I’ll cock warm you until I’m done.” Without skipping a beat he puts both arms under your thighs to lift you up high enough to release his throbbing cock from his sweatpants. “Hold on, hold on.” You lean forward and reach for something behind the laptop. You felt around the surface until your hand found a long silicon rope.

Leaning back against his chest, you tied a loop into one end. You pulled down your shorts with the help of Chris before he spread your legs, each hand supporting the back of your thighs. As he lowered you, you placed the loop of the silicon rope around his shaft. Giving it a light tug to tighten the loop. Chris too focused on being wrapped up in your warmth, paid no attention to the object wrapped around him. The smell of your slick alone gave him complete tunnel vision. Continuing to lower you on him, you feel the crown of his cock rub against your slit, collecting your slick. He plunges in his tip and stills there. Savoring how your pussy is trying to suck him in further, tightening around him.

He hisses out an elicit ‘fuck’ as his head tips back, falling against the cushion of the couch. With each passing second he takes to completely sheath himself in you, the more impatient you get. “Mmmm Chris hur-ahhh.” Before you could even finish your sentence he drops you on the last remaining inches, pulling the sweetest whine from you. Just as he was about to lift you up on his cock, you made a noise trying to grab his attention, placing your hands over his. “Ah! I said cock warming only” Your voice firm, squeezing his hands. He let out a long sigh before wrapping his arms around you again, burying his face in your hair. “Besides with that wrapped around you, you won't be able to cum so easily. Let me finish my work and then we can finish okay?” You rubbed his arms with reassurance before focusing your attention on your device.

The next 20 minutes were absolute torture for Chris. Any time he shifted to get any sort of friction or his cock twitched inside you, you would squeeze so tightly around him. You gummy walls wrapping snuggly around him. This only made him want to thrust up into you, but when he tried to, you would only sink further into him becoming like deadweight. Sweat was running down the side of his face. His brown hair stuck to his forehead. The pressure of the silicon around his base was starting to drive him mad. The ache in his full heavy balls grew, the muscles in his abs continuously flex as he fought all urges from making the tiniest movement.

At some point, he removed his face from your hair. Normally your warm sweet scent would calm him, but right now it only made his inner alpha want to disobey your orders and just fuck into your with relentless power. You two were feeling a bit antsy, craving for the feeling of him mixing your insides with his length. However, you couldn’t deny the fact you loved this power you held over him. Normally Chris would always take the lead, which you absolutely love. But just something about him listening and waiting for your command had you feeling giddy and absolutely sensual. You turn your head just enough to see his face in the corner of your eye. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched tight, his nostrils flaring with every intake of air. Maybe it was time for a break. You pretty much had everything done. Just needed to go over to make sure you had everything, which you could easily do another day, or perhaps after he passes out from what you were about to do to him.

You reached forward closing the laptop while doing so, you slid up on his twitching cock. His hands dug into your hips, holding onto you for dear life. Before you lowered yourself further onto him, you folded your legs on either side of his, trapping him under you. You pushed the table forward just enough for some room. With both hands on the table to help stead you, you began to bounce yourself on your knees, sliding along his hardness. The male's breath got stuck in his throat as his eyes shot open at the sudden intense feeling of you riding him. His hands continued to hold onto you with bruising force. His mind was a tad too foggy to first realize you were finally giving him the attention he’s been wanting all afternoon. He didn't think it was possible to be so hard.

“Fuck angel, I-I need to cum” He said between gasps. You let out a small breathy chuckle, slamming yourself harder and harder onto his length. Grinding yourself on him every time his member began to twitch out of control. “A little bit longer”, you purred, detaching his grip on your hips and placing them on your breasts, guiding him to squeeze and touch them. You let out a whimper as he starts thrusting up into you earnestly. He's growling against clenched teeth, breathing erratically. "Please a-angel. I n-need it" you reached over your right shoulder with your right hand, cupping the back of his head, pulling him closer to you. His mouth pressed to your ear, his grunts and growls emitting from deep in his throat sending ripples through your abdomen. "W-will you behave?" Your hand wanders over your thigh, sliding over your neglected clit, feeling a prominent vein run down the underside of his cock, over his inflating knot, and stopping at his balls. Cupping them with your soft fingers, giving them a gentle squeeze. You could only feel his head nod eagerly against yours with a wanton moan. The weight of them felt heavy in your hands, tightening, begging to be emptied. You wanted to drag it out a little longer, but you couldn't wait anymore.

Once your hand was able to feel out for the other end of the rope, it took you a couple seconds to get a good grasp on it as Chris continued to plunge into you. Placing your unoccupied hand on the curve of your hip, lifting yourself up until only the crown of his cock was barely inside you, pulled at the rope as you sank down. As your lips touch his knot, a loud guttural groan fills the room as he is flooding your sex with his seed. His mind goes absolutely blank as his consciousness is ripped from him by his orgasm. Your hand drops the rope and stills over your pelvis, pressing against the bulge of his cock. You could feel the force of every spurt against your hand. Your lip caught against your teeth as you felt his warmth spill inside you. Once you felt his hands drop from your body and landed on the floor with a soft thud, you didn't feel him pulsing inside you. You lifted yourself up just enough to face him, making sure not a single drop gets wasted. The look on his face sent a rush through you.

His head tipped back, mouth open slightly ajar, drool just starting to drip down the side, his eyes glazed over barely rolled to the back of his head. Placing both hands on the side of his face, you tip his head forward, before capturing his lips with yours. Coming back from his release, his eyes slowly fluttered closed as he started to kiss you back. pulled back with a soft smile on your face. You ran your thumb over the trail of drool on his chin wiping it away. You gave him another peck on the lips before your hips started to grind on his still hard length. He winced, letting out a hiss. "T-too sensitive darlin'" You let out an amused sigh. "This is what you wanted though right? Want me to milk you dry" You said between pants. You started to ride him against a slow languid pace. Massaging your walls, angling yourself just enough to hit that one soft gummy spot. With your fingers still holding his face you looked down to see where the two of you connected, noticing the milky ring around his knot. "Look baby" you whispered to him. The moment he did you could feel him twitch inside of you again. "Want more… o-of your cum" You whined looking at him, brows knitted together.

"Shit," he hissed as his hands found purchase on your hips again, thrusting his hips up into you. You could feel his legs quake under you. The way his curly pubic hair rubbed against your clit, spurred you on as the pressure in you built. His fingers dug into you, pulling you closer, having your clit grind on him harder. "Gonna cum. Gonna cum. I'm gonna-" You placed your mouth over his, swallowing each other's moans as you both met your peak. The pressure erupted in you as you felt another wave of his thick cum. Your walls flutter around him, your clit pulsating against his pelvis as your grind comes to a slow stop. He threw his head back against the cushion as you both tried to catch your breaths, rubbing his thumb in small circles on your hips. Once when you came down from your high, you started all over again, rolling your hips into him.

"Shit darlin'. I need a break" he whimpered. "Please, just one more? I want you to stuff me full. Make a mess out of my pussy." Once again his body defied him, his cock still going hard, twitching and aching for more. How could he deny his sweet omega when you were asking so nicely. He lost count of how many times he came. Losing a little piece of his soul in your heat each time. After the umpteenth time, the whole room smelt of sex. Nothing but skin slapping slip and moans filled the room. "S-sweetie….. I-I'm s-shooting blanks" he slurred barely able to get out. "One more, one more." You kept chanting building both of your highs. The amount of cum from the two of you collecting on the wooden flood underneath the two of you. You started to rub tight circles on your clit once again. Chris's chest was heaving as his legs shook the floor beneath. "Come on baby. One more." If his brain was working he wouldn't think he'd have one more left in him. But the moment you reached back with your free hand to give his balls a light squeeze and slipped his knot past your puffy lips, his red cock was convulsing again. The pressure in you popped, your sex pulling the last drop of cum in him.

You collapsed on him, resting against his sweat-slicked chest. Focusing on both of your breathing. You squeezed around him one more time before you lifted your head to look up at him. A gurgled grunt rose from his chest. Drool was spilling out both sides of his mouth. Eyes fogged up in ecstasy. "You good baby?" You asked loud enough hoping to reach wherever he was. There was a long pause before he nodded his head just a bit, still looking up at the ceiling. You whipped the drool off along with his sweat running down the side of his face. "Good." You smiled, nuzzling into his neck, breathing in his pheromones. "I'll help you when your knot goes down okay?" You could barely feel him nod his head before you both melted into each other.

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