LARS FACE😭

high sex with kirk. just being his best friend but you get so horny from the weed that you just HAVE to fuck. need that NEOWWW

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA?? AND SOOO KIRK

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ¹⁹⁸⁶

We were lounging on the old couch in Kirk's basement, the joint being passed back and forth. The room was dark except for the lava lamp, its slow hypnotic glow casting a dim light on everything. Everything was seeming a little funky, like the weed was hitting us a little bit harder than it usually did. My head was foggy in the right way, my body felt heavy, it was sinking deeper into the cushions.

Kirk took a long drag, his eyes half closed. "Man, this stuff is good," he managed to say in a slow, lazy tone. He passed the joint back to me and I hit it, feeling the smoke burn slightly before I let it out in a soft, hazy cloud.

I turned to him, and something caught my eye. He shifted in his seat, almost uncomfortably. It took a moment for me to realize what was going on, and then when I did, I couldn't help but laugh. "Kirk, are you…?" I laughed, motioning to the very obvious bulge in his black jeans.

He groaned, tossing his head back onto the couch. "Don't," he muttered while covering his face with his hand. I was already laughing, that uncontrollable, high pitched giggle that comes when you're way too high and everything feels way more hilarious than it should be.

"I can't help it!" I sputtered, giggling. "It's just there!" I waved my hand in a general direction at his lap, and he groaned again, his cheeks flushing a little. "What's got you all worked up, huh?" I teased, nudging his arm.

He was groaning, but at the same time he was smiling, the corners of his mouth twitching up, he couldn't help but find it kind of funny too. "It's the weed," he mumbled. "It always makes me… you know."

I raised an eyebrow. "Horny?" I asked, barely suppressing another laugh. He nodded, clearly embarrassed which just made it funnier.

"Well," I said, smiling wryly, "what are you gonna do about it? 'Cause it doesn't seem like it's going anywhere." I relaxed back, my head resting against the back of the couch.

Kirk chuckled, running a hand through his messy black hair. "I don't know," he said, shifting uncomfortably again. "Just trying to, like, think of other stuff."

I looked at him, then at the bulge, which wasn't very clearly going away. "You sure about that?" I asked, grinning. I could see frustration on his face, but it was rather comical, in a weird way.

I couldn't stop myself. Without even thinking about it, I reached over and pressed down on his crotch, right on top of his jeans with a giggle. "Maybe 'little Kirk' just needs some help going down," I laughed.

The second my hand touched, though, he let out this low, almost helpless moan. I froze a second, my eyes wide. "Whoa," I said, laughing but also a little surprised. "Did that actually feel good?"

He bit his lip, half lidded eyes on mine. "You have no idea," he said, voice rougher now, almost desperate. "I told you, I'm too fucking high for this shit.

I blinked, teasing still but intrigued a little now. "So you're saying this isn't going away, huh?" I asked, pressing down again, this time harder. He moaned again; his hips shifted slightly under my hand.

I should have stopped there. Should've let it go, made another joke, moved on. Something about the way he reacted stirred something inside me. Maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the way he looked at me-his eyes dark, needy. And I felt my body spark up, a burn started low in my belly.

"Well, what are you gunna do about it?" I asked, my voice lower now, maybe not quite as teasing.

Kirk looked at me, his eyes hot. "I can't… it's not just gonna go away," he growled, his voice low. "Not without, you know…" His eyes flashed to my lips and my pulse sped up.

My mouth went dry, but I forced a smile, keeping it light despite the fact that I was beginning to feel it, too. "What, you need me to fix it for you?" I teased, but there was heat behind my words now.

He didn't say a word, but the glint in his eye said it all. And before I could really think about what I was really doing, I moved, scrambling on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands came up to rest on my hips, like he’d been waiting to do so.

"This is probably a terrible idea," I said, but I was already tilting forward, my lips grabbing his.

"Probably," he agreed, but then his mouth was on mine, and the rest of the world went away.

It was a sloppy kiss, all fire and need. His hands slipped up underneath my T shirt, his calloused fingertips grazing my skin and shooting shivers down my spine. I could feel how hard he was beneath me, the rigid length of his arousal pressing against me through his jeans. I rocked down on him, and he groaned into my mouth, his grasp on my hips clenching tighter.

I pulled back just far enough to tug my shirt over my head, flinging it aside before reaching for his. He helped me, tugging it off in one smooth tug. His chest was hot to mine, heart pounding just as hard as mine was.

I leaned down, pressing kisses along his jaw, down his neck, while my hands fumbled with the button of his jeans. "Let's see if we can help 'little Kirk' out," I whispered, smirking against his skin.

He laughed breathlessly, but it degenerated into a groan when I finally succeeded in unzipping his jeans, sliding my hand inside. His cock was hot and pulsing, and I couldn't help but stroke him slowly, teasingly.

"Fuck," he hissed, hips bucking up into my hand. "You're killing me.”

I smiled, enjoying the control I had over him in this instant. But I was just as riled up now, my own body aching with need. "Then let's make it better," I said, getting up briefly to remove my jeans and underwear, just as he did his.

When we were both naked, I climbed back onto his lap, his cock pressing insistently against my entrance. I hesitated for just a second, meeting his eyes, and everything felt more comfortable, more real. But then he kissed me again, and I felt myself fall a little bit in love.

I sank down onto him slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. He filled me completely and for a moment we just stayed like that, savoring the feeling. Then I started to move, rolling my hips in slow, steady motions, and he matched my pumps, his hands clamping onto my hips and guiding me up and down on his length.

It was messy, sloppy, but in the best of ways. We were frantic, our bodies slick with sweat. I rode him quick, my nails digging into his shoulders while his tip rubbed my G spot relentlessly.

Truthfully, it didn’t take either of us that long. The weed, combined with everything going on, just had both of us on the edge.

The tension built and built within my body, tighter and tighter until I just could not hold it back anymore. I came with a soft cry, my whole body trembling around him, and a few moments later, he followed, his hips jerking up into mine as he released inside me. Warm spurts heated me from the inside.

We stayed that way for a moment, both of us breathing hard, still tied in each other's arms. Then I fell against his chest, and he wrapped himself around me, holding me tight as we came down from the high.

"Well," I said after a minute, my voice still tired, "that was…"

"Fucking crazy," he completed, and we both erupted into laughter, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room.

We were high, tangled up in each other, but now the calm was in, that lazy satisfaction after the storm. I burrowed my face into his neck, feeling his heartbeat start to slow down beneath my cheek.

"I guess weed really does make you horny," I said, smirking against his skin.

He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. "Apparently.".

We spent some time just lying there, cuddling, our bodies still buzzing from the high, but much more relaxed now. No trace of awkwardness whatsoever, no weirdness-just two of us, laughing, holding each other, absolutely comfortable in the aftermath of everything.

Finally, I drew back far enough to take a good look at him, my fingers brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face. "So… round two?" I joked, raising an eyebrow.

He grinned. "Maybe after a nap.

sleepy relaxing sweet fluffy cozy warm morning cuddles with current james? i think it would be cute how his white hair probably gets all messed up and fluffy in the morning

THIS IS SOOO CUTE AH

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐍 ²⁰²⁴

Beside me, James stirred, the heat from his body seeped through the blankets. Vanilla morning light shone through the curtains. His arm, in its usual place over my waist, felt better than anything.

I liked the way his body had changed over the years, his skin thick, chiseled from time and life lived. Tattoos stretched on his weathered frame, some a little faded, others as bold as ever. I traced my fingers along the lines of ink, feeling strength beneath his skin. His muscles were still solid, yet there came a softness in him now, one that could break its way through age.

His breath was slow, deep, still heavy. His messy white hair jutted out every which way, unruly from having tossed and turned during the night. His mustache was scruffy, rough against my cheek when he leaned in close to kiss me. His lips were warm, the kiss lazy, unhurried.

"Mornin', baby..." he muttered, his voice deep and gravelly like it always was in the morning.

I smiled into his chest, the rasp of his voice so close. "Morning," I whispered back, my fingers still tracing the lines of his tattoos.

His eyes were lidded and droopy, and opened slowly, catching mine. They were still as bold as ever, even if years had taken some of that edge off.

"Sleep okay?" he asked, his lips planting against my forehead as he spoke.

"Better now," I replied, snuggling closer into his big chest. His smell was so familiar. He smelled like leather, the faint scent of wood and something that was just... James.

He chuckled and his chest tremored under my head. "You're always better in the mornin', huh?" His hand rubbed in slow circles on my back, thick fingers so gentle.

I laughed softly and nodded. "Yeah, especially when you're here." I tilted my head up, catching his eyes once more. Light from the window lit his hair, making the silver and remaining blonde gleam.

He leaned in, his lips touching mine again this time softer, if that was even possible. His mouth stayed put, he had all the time in the world. When he pulled back, his forehead hit mine, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Don't wanna get up yet," he mumbled.

"Then don't," I whispered back, my hand dropping to his chest, his heart steadily thudding.

He laughed again. "You say that like I have a choice." His hand tightened around my waist, drawing me even closer in. "But I like this. Just you, me, and a lazy mornin'."

I could feel his heartbeat pump beneath my palm. His body was warm, and although the years were catching up, I couldn't be more in love. His hands were rough, calloused from years of playing guitar and working his ass off. Yet they were always gentle when they touched me.

"I like it too..." I whispered, leaning to press my lips against his chest, just over his heart.

He sighed, the sound content, and rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. I draped myself over him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply.

"You're staring," he chuckled, still sounding groggy. His eyes opened, glancing down at me with a smirk.

"Maybe," I admitted, smiling up at him.

"Admiring the view?" he teased, his hand running through his messy hair, managing to make it worse.

"Something like that," I smile, my fingers running over the tattoos on his arm again. I loved every single one of them.

He shifted slightly, his arm tightening around me. "You know, I'm not what I used to be.

I looked up at him, my brow furrowing slightly. "What do you mean?" his voice quieter.

"I'm older now. Slower. Not the same guy I was." I shook my head, my hand on his chest again. "You're still you. You're still strong. And you're mine. That's all that matters."

He stared at me a moment longer before a slow smile spread over his features. "Yeah, guess you're right."

I smiled back, leaning in to kiss him again. When I pulled back, his eyes remained on mine.

"Besides," I said, grinning, "you look pretty damn good for 61."

He chuckled loudly. "I'll take that," he said, his hand moving up and down my bare back. "But you make me feel younger."

I leaned in and kissed him again, his bare skin against mine. "I love you just the way you are."

His hand was against my cheek, his thumb gently caressed my body. "I love you too, baby," he whispered back.

Finally, he let out a great sigh and shifted beneath me. "We really should get up," he said.

"Do we have to?" I whined, faking a pout knowing he knew I didn't mean it.

He chuckled again, shaking his head. "I guess we could stay a little longer."

I smiled, burrowing into his chest. "Good. I'm not ready to let you go yet."

He pressed his lips against the top of my head, his kiss lingering. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered quietly.

We lay silently, until his hand found mine, our fingers intertwining. It was a comforting heat, to be wrapped up in him. There was nowhere else I'd rather be.

"Guess we're stuck here, then," he said with a playful grin.

I smiled, shutting my eyes and laying my head on his chest. "Yeah," I whispered. "And I'm perfectly okay with that."

Reader telling 80s James she wants to watch him jerk off and he’s really nervous at first but he gets super desperate while he’s jerking off and they dirty talk until he finally cums all over his chest

HEHEHELLLOOOO time for the monthly comeback before I disappear again guys 😘🙌 *giggles cutely*

╰┈➤“𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵„ ๋࣭⭑

80s!James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut

James' blue eyes stared back into mine, both of them slightly widened, it wasn’t hard to spot the way his cheeks has turned into a deeper shade of red than it already was. I could hear his heartbeat just the slightest bit louder than it usually is from the request that just slipped out of my lips that broke us out of our previous heated make out session here on our bed.

"What? Sorry, repeat that?"

He ask, genuine sense of confusion along with nervousness filling the sound of his voice and even his eyes also. I would be lying if I said I didn’t find the look on his face adorable. But it was understandable, I myself am nervous when I told him,

”I want to watch you jerk off.”

I might sound like I was the boldest and most forward person ever with that request leaving my lips, but truly my heart was beating faster than it ever was, I didn’t quite know how to word it off better than I did, I found the request a tad bit awkward. But curiosity consumed me and took control over my mind.

There was no doubt that seeing a flustered James Hetfield was a sight I never knew I longed to see. The red hue of his cheeks were the cutest thing I had lay my eyes on, the way the tent in his boxers grew even more, encouraging me to see what's hidden underneath the fabric.

My bottom lip was captured in between my top and bottom teeth as my hand slowly land on his thigh, my nails grazing up and down his skin, causing goosebumps to appear. "James.." His name escaped my lips in a soft, sultry, encouraging whisper.

The waistband of his boxers was caught by my hand, slowly and swiftly pulling it down till the hard length of his cock slips out, standing proudly and spilling precum the slightest bit from the pink tip, twitching ever so slightly.

My own name leaves his lips in a gasped out whine, softly. My eyes went up and met his in an instant, and so did our lips, captured in a heated and sloppy kiss. We found our teeth clashing together and our tongues fighting for control.

As our senses gets caught up in the breathtaking kiss, my hand slowly reaching for his own hand and leading him to take ahold of his own dripping cock, a whine of his entering my mouth the moment he held his cock.

I pull my head back from him, leaning into his ear instead, my hot breath tickling his skin as I whisper, "Do it. You know you want it, baby.."

"Fuck.." He breathed out. Looking down, I begin to notice the firm grip he have on his cock, more precum seems to be squeezed out from the pressure he have on his member. "You're gonna kill me.."

I softly chuckle, placing one last kiss on his cheek before I lean back and let my eyes wander over his bare body as his hand worked up and down his shaft, his eyes showing a small hint of disappoinment when I pull away from him, he seems to yearn for my touch.

Yet I stay still, my eyes only locked on his cock and the way his hand jerked himself off, his fingers gripping the veiny cock firmly while moving up and down it, the precum gushing out more every now and then, helping his movement become more slick and smooth.

The new slick state of his skin made a groan leave his lips, his head thrown back.

Meanwhile, I was completely speechless. Or rather, too busy enjoying the rare sight that was displayed right before my eyes. There was a certain wetness soaking my panties, making my thighs clench together our of arousal. "That's not how you jerk off, James." I complained, my voice showing I was serious. "Faster."

The whine that left his swollen lips might be the sweetest sound I've ever hear from his lips. Nevertheless, his hand did obey me, moving in a faster speed up and down his shaft, running his thumb over his tip.

A small smile made it's way to my lips, "That's right... Did this a lot, hmm?" My hand slowly made it's way back to his thigh, sending soft and delicate touches that encouraged the lust blooming inside of him.

"Please.."

James moaned, his hips bucking up while his hand try to maintain the velocity he holds in his pumps.

"Please what?"

I asked, one of my eyebrows raised as that small yet sly smile decided to make a stay on my lips, my eyes lingering from the desperation plastered on his face and back towards the jerking he's doing.

It didn't take me long to notice one of his hand reaching out towards mine. Slowly, I let him hold my hand, our fingers interwining as the look in his eyes dug into my own, those blue pupils completely infatuated by lust.

His voice came out under a breath, a soft and whiney sound of, "Touch me.." Coming through his parted lips.

With that request from him, I didn't give in so easily. I took my hand back from his hold and lean back, "Work for yourself. Maybe then, I'll touch you." The sly smile was long gone and a much more cocky smirk made it's way to my lips.

He groaned and shifted on the bed, turning his back on me while still pumping his cock, his thighs clenching together. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.."

"Mm, you'd love that.. wouldn't cha, Het?" I chuckled, grabbing his arm and forcing him to lay down on his back so I can watch as he jerk off again. The pathetic look that was on his face was a sight that made me want to both laugh at him and kiss his face all over. "Answer me."

The blond hair of his head shakes as his nod repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes.." He whined out, a strangled moan leaving his lips as he tighten the hold he have on his cock, my eyes never leaving the way his hand moves. "Fuck, I'm close.. so close.."

"Better start coming then."

James' eyes snapped up towards mine, opened wide, the lust never once leaving his gaze. It took me another look at his cock to realize how fast he's actually pumping now, the precum never once stopped oozing out of the red desperate tip.

"Come for me."

Those three last words took it out for him, his cum came shooting out of his tip in white sticky streaks.

His release was way too strong to the point those white streaks of his cum shoot up to his chest, glistening the smooth skin of his bare chest. A loud moan escaped his lips as one last evidence of how intense the release was to him.

James' eyes yet again looked into mine, his eyelids forcing themselves to open just to look at me as his hand slowly made it's way to my own hand, holding it once again as he utter out a soft and weak,

"...Want your touch..."

It wasn't hard to guess it would be a long long night.

lar

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: femdom, restraints, bdsm, softdom, edging, praise, dry humping, grinding

I could feel the smirk on my face as I tightened the silky red ropes up over Dave's head, securing his hands there against the bed frame. His cock was hard as a rock already from the restraints.

"Mmm, look how excited you are already," I purred, tracing a finger lightly up the shaft. "I just know you're aching for it."

Dave groans, trying to thrust into my hand, but he's helpless, completely at my mercy. I wrap my fingers around his base and start slowly pumping him off.

"Not yet, though. first, I'm going to tease this pretty dick until you beg for it." I lick my lips as I tighten my grip and stroke faster. "Beg for me like a good boy."

I can't help but grin wickedly as I watch Dave writhe beneath me, desperate for any more stimulation. But I keep my touches feather light, barely grazing his sensitive, throbbing skin.

"Please." he whimpers needily after several excruciating minutes of teasing. "I need more. Please touch me properly!" He growls.

"Since you asked so nicely." I agree, finally wrapping my hand fully around his throbbing erection. I pump him firmly from root to tip, twisting my wrist on each upstroke.

"That's it, take what you need," I encourage as I increase my pace. My other hand reaches down to gently cup and massage his balls. "Fuck into my hand. Show me how badly you want it."

Dave moans loudly and bucks his hips, fucking himself on my fist with abandon.

I lean in closer and my warm breath dances against Dave's ear while I continue the strokes up and down his pulsing cock in firm, rapid motions. "You're doing so well, baby," I whisper huskily. "Such a good boy, taking everything I give you. I love seeing you lose control like this."

My fingers rub across his sensitive flesh, brushing occasionally over the leaking slit and spreading his pre cum to heighten his pleasure. I can feel his body tensing, muscles coiling tight as he nears the edge.

"Almost there, aren't you?" I tease, my voice dripping with seduction. "But not quite yet. We've got some more fun to have first."

With that, I abruptly freeze my hand around his straining erection, leaving him achingly hard and wanting.

Dave growls, his chest heaves as he wrestles with the ropes binding him. His cock strains desperately in my palm, demanding its release.

"Please," he begs, his voice strangled with need. "I cannot take any more of this torture. Let me cum.. I promise to be good."

I just smile and trail my fingertips down his torso, dipping them into his navel before continuing lower. "We'll see about that," I murmur, giving his heavy balls a gentle squeeze.

I lean back now, gazing at his exposed form appreciatively, my eyes lingering on the thick veins pulsating along his length. Then, with slowness, I begin to stroke him once more, working him toward another near climax.

I position myself between Dave's legs, his erect cock nestled against my clothed heat. A sly grin smeared across my face as I begin to grind against him in slow circles.

"Oh yes, just like that," I moan softly at the feeling of his hardness pressed against my sensitive folds through my panties. "You feel so good rubbing me like this, Davey."

Dave's eyes widen in surprise and arousal as my panties rub him. He squirms and strains against the ropes binding his wrists behind him, trying to push harder into my grinding hips.

"Don't fight it," I advise breathlessly, picking up speed as I grind his cock. "Just let yourself enjoy it. these tight little panties are all that separates you from being inside me…”

The friction is sending me wild, my clit throbbing in time with each roll of my hips.

I continue to grind against Dave's straining cock, the damp fabric of my panties providing just enough friction to send sparks of pleasure through us both in my increasingly urgent movements.

"I can feel how much you want this," I pant, my voice low and sultry. "How bad your cock needs to be inside me… Don't hold back, let go and fuck me with your hips."

Dave is shot on by my words and begins bucking his own hips, meeting my downward thrusts with upward pushes of his own. The combined motion has our bodies slamming together in a lewd, rhythmic dance.

"Yes, just like that!" I exclaim, my head thrown back in abandon. "Fuck, you feel so good..."

We continue dry humping furiously as I lean forward, nipping at Dave's earlobe and setting shivers down his spine.

"Poor thing, all tied up and unable to touch me," I tease, mockery oozing from my voice. "Just think how much better this would feel if you had your hands free to explore every inch of my body..."

I pastor my words with a harder roll of my hips against his, grinding my clit against his cock in a way that makes us both gasp. "Or you reaching down and slipping those big hands under my skirt… feeling the heat of my pussy through my soaked panties…”

Dave groans at the thought, his hips jerking in a weird rhythm as he chases the pleasure. "God, I wish I could," he admits, strained with lust. "I'd touch you everywhere, make you.. ah.. scream.."

I chuckle, enjoying the effect my words have on him. "Maybe later, when I decide to set you free," I reply with a wicked grin. "For now, just focus on my body."

I quicken my pace again, riding him with abandon, my juices soaking through the thin material of the underwear. Wet sounds of our frantic coupling fill the room, mingling with Dave's desperate moans and my own cries of pleasure.

"So close," he pants, his cock throbbing almost painfully against me. "I'm gonna…fuck, I'm gonna cum without even touching you."

"Go ahead then," I exhale. "Cum all over yourself like a good boy."

With one final moan, Dave's body tenses and then shakes. His cock pulses as he unleashes spurt after spurt of hot cum onto his stomach, wrists tugging at the ropes binding him.

"That's it, baby," I praise, still grinding up against him as he rides out his orgasm. "Give me every last drop. You look so sexy covered in your own cum."

As his spasms finally subside, I slow my movements to savor the feeling ofpleasure still rippling through us both. Finally, with a contented sigh, I lift myself off his spent cock.

"Now, let's clean you up and see about getting you untied," I tell him, flashing a playful smile.

Helping Dave to clean up, I move to stand beside him, brushing the tangled locks of his fiery hair away from his flushed face. I lean in and place a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, my lips curving in a warm, affectionate smile.

"There you go, all cleaned up and looking cute," I coo, my voice dripping with sweetness. "You did such a good job following directions and pleasing me. I'm so proud of you, baby."

Dave blushes at the praise, eyes sparkling with happiness, a hint of relief that the intense scene has finally ended. He reaches up to touch my cheek, his calloused fingers gentle against my skin.

"Thanks… baby," he says quietly, the nickname used by and reserved for a select few. "That was.a lot."

some sketches on this mini sketchbook I think I'm having an artblock fml

Bad boy!Dave accidentally making his sensitive gf cry/feel bad and he tries to comfort her by kissing and cuddling (or sum else yk *wink wink*)

i actually love this req anon 🙊🙊

you two were watching a movie, some sex scenes and whatnot. but of course, Dave's gonna say something about the actress, making goo goo eyes at her and commenting on her body. you noticed and kept to yourself when he shifted around and groaned in his seat. him saying things like "damn, look at her" and "god- she's beautiful" when she looks nothing like you, different body shape and a blonde, of course.

you stopped watching the movie, kind of curling into a ball on the couch and moved away from his touch.

he looked over, seeing how you were acting. he was confused, putting his hand on your thigh.

"somethin' wrong, pretty?"

he asked, genuinely wanting to know what was bothering his baby.

"oh, you think im pretty? yeah, right..."

you mumbled the last part, already starting to get emotional over something that didn't need to be a big problem.

"what?? of course i think so-"

he shook his head, giving an eye roll.

he leaned in to kiss your cheek, though you pushed him away and wipes the kiss stain off of your skin. he was just heated now.

"what the fuck is up with you?!"

he yelled, making you burst into tears. he knew you were sensitive to yelling, hiding your face in your thighs. muttering the words "im sorry" over and over again.

of course he felt like shit for making his girl cry, trying to comfort you by rubbing your back and playing with your hair.

"don't be sorry- that was- my fault, i know, i know."

he sighed, kissing your head.

"cmon, let's go,"

he picked you up over his shoulder, bringing you to your shared room and sat you down on the mattress.

"tell me what's wrong, baby. please?"

he wiped your tears, seeing how red and puffy they were. he kissed your cheeks, trying to make you happier.

"you... you were-"

you sniffled, looking away from the other.

"saying things about her.. on tv,"

you mumbled softly, looking back at Dave.

"oh honey,"

he brought you into a hug, lifting you up to your feet and shoved your face into his chest, caressing the back of your head.

"you know it's just a celebrity crush-"

he tried, but you spoke up again.

"she looks nothing like me! it makes me think im not even your type.."

Dave pouted, you looked up and he started kissing your forehead.

"are you kidding? you're so gorgeous. a beautiful face, eyes, smile.... body."

he whispered that last part, making your face heat up a little bit.

"cmon- you're such a beautiful girl compared to any of those sluts on tv."

you started laughing, smiling, trying not to cry or let out happy tears from Dave's words of affirmation.

"see! look at that pretty smile."

he chuckled, kissing all over your face.

"and if you don't believe me..."

he eyed the bed behind you, giving a smirk.

"maybe i can fuck it outta you, hm? make you my person slut, how's that?"

he whispered in your ear, earning a gasp out of you when he rubbed his bulge against your thigh.

you just nodded quickly, getting away from Dave's tight hold, taking your shirt and shorts off.

he did the same, stripping to his boxers, you in your undergarments.

he kept eyeing you, running his hands up and down the sides of your torso.

"god- i love you so much."

he said, putting sloppy kisses up and down all over your body.

"all mine, yeah?"

"mmhm.."

you moaned out, him pushing you onto the bed, his head in between your legs, leaning down to put soft kisses against your clothed clit making your thighs contract around his head.

"Dave-"

he hooked his fingers under your underwear, pulling down before he ran his fingers through your slick folds.

"what? wanna taste you, sweetheart."

you leaned back into the pillows, relaxing your body as you tangled your hand in his curls.

he attached his mouth to your hole, nudging your clit with his nose. the friction made you squeal, which only made Dave more turned on.

he was too busy eating you out to try and pleasure himself, only grinding against the edge of the mattress when he could.

bringing his mouth up to your clit, sucking and licking harshly on it to get you to your release, making eye contact with you while he did.

you shoved his face down more, cumming all over his face before you almost screamed in pleasure.

he lifted his head up, mouth and chin smothered in your fluids, biting your lip from the sight.

"my turn now, princess."

he smacked your thigh, flipping you over on your knees, grabbing your hips and shoving himself inside of your cunt, groaning from how warm and tight it was.

"fuck! already wanna cum, baby."

he wrapped his arms around your stomach, bunny humping you, hitting hard and deep thrusts which made you moan, shoving your face deep inside of your pillow.

"ah, ah. let me hear those pretty little noises."

he demanded, slapping your ass and gripping onto your hips before you got louder.

"there you go. that's my girl-"

he groaned before letting out a whine, cumming inside and filling you up, not stopping with his thrusts, wanting to make sure you came around him again.

his seed dribbled out of your cunt down your thighs, cumming around his length and gripping the sheets.

"that felt good, hm? yeah?"

he chuckled, flipping you over on your back again as he got ontop of you, sucking hickeys onto your neck.

"so pretty... gonna make everyone know you belong to me."

you held his head in place, moaning everytime he bit down onto your sensitive skin.

"you're fucking mine. yknow that, baby?"

you nodded, letting out louder whines just to get Dave worked up.

"Good-"

he tackled you into a hug, cuddling you. he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your face.

"love you so much."