The Boy Is Mine (C.Grimes X F!Reader)

The Boy Is Mine (C.Grimes x F!Reader)

Warnings: Marking, slight grinding

Notes: I'm so sorry this is short I'm busy with Physics work and hella tests.

Word Count: 307

The room was filled with whimpers and whines, he's so glad his dad and Michonne were out, along with Judith who was being watched by Gabriel. Inside the room was a scene. He was under you, hands gripping and pulling at your waist to keep your body moving against his.

You were on top of him, straddling him, kissing and nipping at his neck. He always looked so pretty under you, big pleading eyes looking up at you through his beautiful lashes, his lips would be red, plumped and covered in saliva from the intense make out. You couldn't get enough of him, and apparently neither could she. 

You don't blame her for having a crush on Carl, I mean who wouldn't. He's so sweet and helpful, and just so cute. But it's only a matter of time before she tries to make a move, she just needs to be reminded that he's not up for grabs, at all. 

Your left hand caressed his face while you buried yours in his neck, mouth sucking until there was a red circle left. Your lips moved down to his collar bones, kissing and nibbling at the flesh. You leaned back and admired your work and how he looked,  

"Such a beautiful mess.." you muttered. "You really think so?" He asked, hair frizzy and clothes wrinkled. You gave him a nod and leaned back in giving the left side of his neck attention. Outside of the house Rick called for Carl to come out, claiming he needed help with something. Startled, his face turned red, he looked at his appearance in the mirror, specifically his neck and looked up at you. 

All you could do was give him a smile and a kiss, walking out the room, ecstatic to see Edin's face when she sees your artwork on Carl's neck.

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Sweet Dreams (JJ.Maybank x F!Reader)

Warnings: thigh fucking & grinding/dry humping

Word Count: 532

Part II

It's late in the night, a cool summer night. You and JJ were fast asleep on John B's couch, Kei and Pope on the floor, and Sarah with John B in his room. The group hung out for the day and ended it at the Routledge residence. The house was quiet, nothing making a noise besides the occasional snore coming from Pope.

JJ was having trouble sleeping though, you looked so pretty today and the swimsuit you wore made the blood from his brain rush to his dick. For the entire day he's been sporting a hard on, not ever getting a chance to relieve himself. 

So there he was, wide awake trying his hardest to fall asleep and trying his best to not grind his painfully hard dick against your ass. The same ass that's been nudging against him for the past hour. "It wouldn't be wrong, right? Just for a little.." he thought to himself.

He lightly grabbed onto your hips and moved his against your ass. "S-shit.." he sighed, the slight friction easing some of the pain. He moved again, pressing into you a little harder, letting out a shaky moan and burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

The slow movements gradually got faster, the slow grinding turned into him rutting against you, like a dog in heat. All of this movement caused you stir, halting JJ's movements. Making sure you were still asleep, he started moving his hips again, slowly.

The friction wasn't enough though, he wanted more, he needed more. He pulled his pants and boxers down, or at least enough for his dick to spring out and breathe. 

The cold air hit his tip causing him to shiver and stifle a moan. Pulling you close and stroking himself, spreading his pre-cum, he pushed himself between your thighs. He knew it was weird, to grind and hump on you while you were sleeping, but fully fucking you didn't make him feel better, your thighs will suffice for this one time. 

Thrusting his hips he let out a moan,a little too loud making everyone in the room stir and mumble, he bit his lip trying to silence himself. Dipping his head in the crook of your neck he let out an airy breath and kissed your shoulders, hips thrusting faster and balls slapping against the back of his thighs. 

Whining and huffing in your ear, kissing and nipping at your neck, he was getting closer and closer to cumming all over your thighs. JJ grabbed your thighs, squeezing them tightly, tight enough it might even leave a mark. His hips began to stutter and his hands gripped your thighs and hip while he bit his lip, hard enough to cause it to bleed and pushing his head further into your neck. 

His dick twitched and his cum shot out, covering your thighs and some of the couch. Panting, he slid himself from between you and started getting up to get something to clean you up and to clean the couch off when he heard shuffling. "I'll meet you in the bathroom, only fair if I get something too. Right?" You smiled, catching JJ off guard.

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Cloud 9 (JJ Maybank x F!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, p in v, , car sex, degrading, jealous sex, hair pulling, voyeurism, praise

Notes: Enjoy this my love

Word Count: 773

The air was thick, windows were foggy and condensation has already started. Your body was sweaty and your hair was sticking to your face. The twinkie rocked from the movement from inside and creaked every now and then. "It's almost like you love to see me upset. Like you wanted me to fuck you like this, in my best friend's van, ruining the seats and floor. Like it when I treat you like the slut you are, huh?" he asked, putting hand between your shoulder blades and pushing down, forcing you to bend over. All you could do was nod and moan, he's drilling himself in you, hitting your cervix, penetrating you.

You didn't do anything wrong. At least, that's what you think. All you did was step in the ocean, enjoying the water, the smell of the beach, and looking up at the night sky. That's nothing to be upset over, but Rafe did swim up to you, and showered you in compliments. Were they compliments?

Either way Rafe spoke to you, and you responded, smiling at him and getting really close. JJ's not upset with you, he could never be upset with his girl, his pretty girl. He's upset with that kook, the guy who decided to flirt with you while he knew JJ was watching, the guy who's gaze kept flicking down to your tits. He won't admit that he got jealous because why would he be jealous of Rafe? It's not like Rafe is the one that makes you a whimpering and moaning mess on his cock.

JJ moved his eyes from your ass to the window, he smirked and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling so you'd look up.

"See that? He's a fuckin' perv." he laughed, "It's fuckin' pathetic."

You watched as Rafe stood and watched the two of you, staring shamelessly. It kind of turned you on, having someone watch you get ruined and turn into a mess under your boyfriend. "Put on a show for him, pretty."

You clenched at his words, loving the way he's talking to you, loving the way Rafe's eyes never left the window, squinting to see more. "You like this? You like having people see the kind of whore you are?"

You gave him a strained moan, moving against him, fucking yourself. "C'mon..give me an answer.."

"Y-yes.." you whispered, finding it hard to find your voice after screaming the blonde's name. The hand he had in your hair moved to the back of your neck, pulling you up so your back met his chest. He grabbed and squeezed your tits. Pinching and twisting your nipples. The feeling sending shivers down your body. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging and pulling at the strands. "Feel s'good Jay.." you whined, "I bet it does angel." he said, groaning at the way you tugged at his hair whenever he picked up his pace. 

Your head fell back and rested on his shoulder. His hand moved down your body, fingertips grazing your skin. He grazed your clit, teasing you, wanting to hear your whimpers and begs. You grabbed his hand and moved it closer to your clit. “You gotta ask for it.”

“Mm..” you whined, “Use your words baby. If you don't use your words you can’t cum.” 

 “Please JJ..please..”

“I got you sweet thing..” 

JJ’s fingers moved in circles against your clit. Your pussy clenched around him as his dick started to twitch. “Look at him,” his opposite hand grabbed your jaw, pulling so you’d look through the window. “See how close he is to cumming?” 

“Uh huh..faster J..”

“He thinks he’s gonna get to cum to this pretty face..” 

He moved his hand from your jaw to your back and bent you over, keeping a hand on your head, forcing you to stay down and your face no longer in view of Rafe’s eyes. JJ’s hips sloppily snapped against you, the knot in your stomach building. He heard you whine, “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.”

Your moans filled the van, gripping the seat as JJ continued to pound into you. He glared at Rafe as he watched him put his pathetic cock back in his shorts and storm off. “Such a bitch.” he muttered to himself as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and came. His hips never falting until he filled you completely with his seed. 

You lied still, catching your breath and sitting up, leaning against your boyfriend. “Lay down, I’m not done with you.”

“Huh?”

“Did you think I forgot about how you were practically flaunting your tits? Lay down, hands above your head.”

your Mike Wheeler fic was sooooo good I'm foaming at the mouth. Can you write another one with him please?

Can it be like, hate/jealous sex? thank youuuuu

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Obsessed With You (M.Wheeler x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, jealous sex, possessive!mean!Mike, hickies, dacryphilia, praise, choking, degrading, mentions of voyeurism, spitting in mouth

Notes: Thank you!! I'm glad you liked the fic! I didn't know if you wanted jealous sex or hate sex or both so I squeezed in a little bit of both! Happy New Year, love!

Word Count: 1,140

Hours before, the two of you were at a party, a party for Lucas. It was his birthday and also a celebration for making the most points at the basketball game. Everything was going fine until a certain blonde waltzed up to you. It would've been fine if he just kept it all to compliments but maybe something in him just said to get close to you. Get in your space and purposefully piss Mike off. Obviously, Mike didn't like the sight of Jason being all up on you, he definitely didn't like the sight of you smiling at his stupidly pretty face.

So, he, gently, took you by the hand and lead you outside to his car. Ignoring your questions and protests he drove to his house, his parents were gone for the weekend aswell as Nancy, so, lucky him, unlucky you.

Your makeup was ruined, lipstick smeared around your lips and your mascara running down your face. He had you bent over and on your knees, ass up, face down. Your hands being held behind your back with his belt. His hand wrapped around your throat and his thrusts were rough, his pelvis smacking against your ass. "You think he'd fuck you as good as me? Think he'd make you cry on his cock like I do?" Mike asked, his hand tightening around your throat. You tried to answer him, you wanted to answer him, but it was just so hard to with the way his hips were moving and how his cock felt inside of you, dragging against your walls and prodding at your cervix.

"Fuckin' answer me" he groaned, releasing his hold on your throat and grabbing the belt, pulling on it to help you stay up. "N-no..fuck.." you moaned out, "You sure? With the way you were looking at him says otherwise."

"I'm sure- fuck Mike!" you cried, his hips snapped against you, "Oh fuck.." he moaned, cumming inside of you and releasing your hands. "But-"

"Turn around and lay on your back.' he panted. "You'll get to cum when I feel like it. Now lay on your back."

When you turned around it was almost like he was straight out of a dream. His hair lied on his forehead, sticking to it due to the sweat and his neck and face littered with kiss marks and stained due to your lipstick. He crawled on top of you, hovering. His eyes were soft for the moment, it was nice. His fingers traced your skin, he caressed your face, grazed his fingers over your collarbone, grazed them over your tits and nipples, all the way down your stomach and thighs. All while maintaining eye contact. He wiped the remaining tears that sat on your cheeks and massaged your thigh.

He grabbed your hips with both hands and with one thrust he was inside of you again, filling up your empty and needy pussy, pushing his cum further in you. Pushing your legs back, he folded you into a mating press, going deeper and hitting all the spots you know no one else could hit like he does. He dropped his head onto your shoulder, kissing, biting, licking and sucking at your skin. He teeth grazed against the crook of your neck as he moved up to the middle of your neck, the most exposed part of your body.

He left a peck against it and gently nibbled before biting down as his hips moved faster. You winced at the pain, tears falling from your eyes from the pace and sting of the bite. Your tear slid down from your face onto his, "Fuck" he whispered. His dick twitched as he saw your tears fall, "So pretty when you cry..so fuckin' pretty.."

His forehead rested on yours, "Your mine, all mine, always mine. Just mine. Say it."

"I'm..ah!" you moaned, gripping the sheets, "I'm yours.."

"That's right, just mine..not his." He grunted. Your hands moved from the sheets to his arms and back. "I'm gonna cum Mikey..please..can I cum..?" you pleaded, tears never stopping. Mike shook his head, "No..hold it.."

You whined in response, "Either you hold it..shit..or you don't cum at all."

"Be a good girl for Mikey, yeah?" he asked, leaning back, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist. His hands gripped your hips, nails digging into your skin as his head flew back. "Imagine his face if I fucked you in front of him." he thought, "How sad he'd be to hear you moaning my name. How sad he'd be seeing you cry and beg me to let you cum." he smiled as he felt you tighten around him and whimper.

"What? You want that? You want him to watch you get fucked?" he asked. You nodded, eyes shutting, "Fucking slut, of course you would."

Mike's hand trailed up your body and wrapped around your throat. You brought up a hand, wrapping it around Mike's wrist, holding it. His pace slowed, "Open your mouth for me pretty"

Opening your mouth you stuck out your tongue as Mike leaned down, spitting on your tongue. "Swallow." he demanded. You did as you were told, which is one of the things Mike loves. He loves how obedient you are and how good of a girl you are. "Good girl.." he muttered. "Might let you cum just because of that."

"Please.." you begged, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling Mike closer. "Please what baby? Use your words." he asked, his pace still slow and sensual. "Faster..please.." your eyes pleading and your pussy clenching around him making him groan. He chuckled, "That's all?" his eyes never leaving yours. "And a kiss.." you said letting out an airy breath. Mike smiled and captured your lips with his, hips picking up pace as he slipped his tongue in your mouth.

"I love you. I love you so much. It'll kill me if I lost you, especially to..him." Mike sighed, "You won't lose me Mikey." you reassured, "I better not..if I do...just kill me." he joked. His thrusts got sloppy and his hand traveled to your clit, rubbing circles as he kissed you again. Dick twitching as he moaned in your mouth. "Go ahead and cum for me baby. You've been good, such a good girl." he praised.

The knot in your stomach tightened and snapped as a wave of pleasure and euphoria washed over the two of you. Your legs tightened around him as you held him close. He continued to move his hips, helping you ride out your much wanted orgasm. "If I catch you talking to him I'll fuck you right in front of him. i don't care if it's at a party or in school." he muttered, pulling his cock out of you and heading to his bathroom to set up a warm bath for you.