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hansensgirl · 3 years

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not all who wander are lost.

summary. | He’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. A bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering.

warnings. | Strangers to lovers, smut, naive reader, mentions of trauma, angst, fluff, slight violence, slight dub/con, slight blasphemy, drinking, DD/LG, daddy kink, corruption kink, ring/hand kink, size kink, creampie kink, teasing, spanking, choking, spitting, manhandling, praise, male masturbation, handjob, degradation, a bit of humiliation, oral sex, virginity loss, marking, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI.

word count. | 11k

pairings. | Daddy!Destroyer!Chris x Little!Reader.

a/n. | one of the few fics inspired/based off of chemtrails over the country club. please heed the warnings and don’t forget to reblog. ily! thank you so much to @dragon-of-dreams @mypoisonedvine @tenuntilfightcall and everyone else for helping me out with some information! and thank you to my bb sara @asadmarveltrashbag for beta-ing and being there for me during this insane month, ilysm!!

The first time he laid eyes on you, was six months ago.

Meadows like the ones that surround him only exist in movies and Instagram posts. But even those need editing for perfection. Yet, the ones around him made him feel as though he has camera lenses for his eyes. Each piece of grass is a beautiful green, and some had flowers between them. His thighs may hurt but the view is a reward for all the trouble he just went through. A cute cottage lies on the hill he stands on. It resembles one from a Pinterest board but he doesn’t mind.

Birds chirp, sheep bleat, cows low and chickens cluck amongst Ella Fitzgerald's rendition of Summertime. Chris walks a few more steps and onto the porch he goes. This isn’t his destination. Well, technically, it is. But he isn’t supposed to be knocking on your door like he is now, and his heart shouldn’t be beating out of his chest. To the right of this cottage — Chris’s right — is another cottage.

It’s more modern than he’d prefer it to be. It only looks so because inside lives a drug lord who is on the run. It’s truly unfortunate his girlfriend sold him out for immunity. He knocks on the wooden door and takes a step back. Who knows what kind of person is behind it. “Coming!” your sweet voice calls. Chris doesn’t let go of his grip on his gun that’s down the waist of his pants.

Even the sweetest seeming things can always end up being sour.

You struggle not to trip over your own dress. The tail of it drags behind you and sweeps the floor, too. But it makes you feel just like a princess, so you don’t care. On your hip is a basket, and inside is Cotton. Your bunny. She’s been your company for years, and you don’t know what you’d do without her. Barely anyone visits anymore, only because cars can’t handle the long drive up and many people hate nature. But when the occasional knock on your door echoes throughout the house, you can barely keep your excitement inside.

You open the door and gasp. The man… is brooding. And he’s not the type of broody that would grumble insults under his breath or the type that would stalk people, either. He’s the dreamy type, the man your parents say is bad news when really he just needs love. You take in his form. You can tell he’s slightly tired and you just have to give him credit for walking up to your home. He has no flaws, except for the dirt that stains his clothing.

“Hi, do you live here?” the strange man asks, looking around the inside of your home. You jump and you’re not sure why but your skin raises with goosebumps. His voice is deep yet so soft-spoken. For some odd reason, his hand is reaching backwards and you assume that it’s because he has some sort of ache from the walk. You finally register his words and look up at him.

“Y- yes, do you live here?” you stupidly ask. You don’t even realize what you just said until you noticed his puzzled look. “Oh, sorry,” you look down and notice that his black boots are covered in pollen, something that can be oh so bothersome. “‘S’alright, I was hiking a- and I don’t have anywhere to go… Do you think you could let me stay here?” he asks, letting go of the gun. “Uhm, s- sure, what’s your name?” you ask him, moving out of the way.

Naive, so fucking naive.

“Chris, what’s yours?” he asks, stepping inside. You give him your name and he nods. He goes to wipe his shoes on the rug in front of the door but there is no rug. You hand him a rag and he gratefully takes him, mumbling a small ‘thank you.’ “Are you a tourist?” you ask him, setting your basket down onto the floor. Cotton hops out of it and runs off to the kitchen, probably to chew on your apron. “No…” he solemnly answers. He hands you the rag back and you shyly take it.

“O- okay… Are you a photographer? I’ll tell you God’s truth, the most beautiful photos are taken when the sun rises, when it sets and when it’s raining,” you pointedly inform him. You drop the rag into your basket and turn back around, your dress spinning in a slight swirl. His eyes rake your body up and down, taking in every inch of your body. Red cloth with white polka dots covers your body and your mushroom earrings bring the entire outfit together. Chris has to assume that the heavens above or whatever the fuck else is there have handcrafted you to absolute perfection.

He’s never read any stories about Greek gods, but he knows that Zeus would be absolutely infatuated with you. He takes note of how your body tenses up when he makes eye contact with you, and he gives you a small smile.

“I’m not a photographer,” he clarifies, looking around. He can’t believe you let him in just like that, but the more he found, the more he understood why. A lonely, innocent little girl like you doesn’t have anyone to tell you right from wrong. “Then what are you, sir? Are you lost? I can call the Consulate if you’d like,” you offer, walking towards him. “I’m not lost… I’m a wanderer,” he whispers almost hesitatingly.

“But you only ever wander when you’re lost, no?” you confusingly ask him. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, before peering out of the window. Luckily, he has a direct view of the other cottage. He really did hit the jackpot. “Not all who wander are lost, little girl. Now tell me, why would you let a stranger inside your home?” he asks you.

Cotton hops from the kitchen to your bedroom, and you stand in place. “I… Well, I’m not sure. You didn’t give me any reason to not let you in or to make me believe you’re dangerous, sorry…” you shyly tell him. “Don’t apologize, just know that not everyone in this world is good. There’s always going to be someone with a little more darkness than the rest of us…”

Chris unzips his duffle bag, and you let out a giggle. “Quite ominous of you, but then again, it suits your whole aesthetic. The cool, bearded man, with his cool words,” you smile at him, but it carries a bit of sadness. “Treat this place as your own, make yourself at home. And if you need anything, I’m always here.”

Chris stays at the window for most of his days. Always with a pair of binoculars and a pack of saltine crackers. Sometimes, he pulls a juice bottle out of his duffle bag, You’ve countlessly offered him something that’s actually filling, such as angel cake and sandwiches. He rejects them all, and you wonder if he’s some sort of super-human. But technology hasn’t invented wireless technology yet, so it’s impossible.

“Uhm, Mr. Chris-Sir? I don’t think those crackers are good for you, they’re all you eat…” you sheepishly admit, carrying a cup of water to him. The mug has a little frog painted on it, but the green paint has chipped away over seven years. You set it down gently, onto the table next to him and Chris just stares out at the cottage. “Bird-watching is so cool, isn’t it? If you see a robin, let me know, they’re so beautiful,” you tell him, before walking off.

At first, he doesn’t take in your words. But once they’ve settled deep in his mind and sunk in, he realizes that you assume he’s bird-watching. He’d honestly take any other assumption, but at least you don’t know he’s spying on the criminal next door. He looks down at the table with a sigh and then notices what you’ve done. Not only did you set a cup of water down, but you also gave him two slices of toast. One has strawberry jam on it, and the other has melted butter.

His mouth surprisingly salivates, but it also doesn’t shock him. Every day he sits there, basking in the beautiful smell of your food and humming. His personal favourite is the smell of focaccia bread being baked. He watches and waits until you leave the room to go tend to the chickens. Apparently, one of them laid a few eggs. He quickly shovels the two slices of toast into his mouth and downs the glass of water like a starved man. Because he is one.

Cotton hopes around once again but all Chris sees is a fluffy white blur. He recalls his memories from when he was younger. Younger him always wanted a pet. Even a fish that would die in the span of two weeks would suffice. But his mom couldn’t afford it, so he dropped the idea. Sometimes, he wishes he had dropped other ideas, as well. Like the idea that he’d enjoy life as an undercover agent, or the idea of sacrificing himself for Erin.

His fingers are sticky with jam. He hates the feeling. He spreads his fingers out and goes to get up from his seat. “Shit,” he curses, realizing that something may happen while he’s away from the window. He stands there, contemplating whether or not he should risk his mission just to wash the fucking jam off of his stupid fucking hands. He calls your name, loudly, hoping you’ll hear him all the way outside the cottage.

“Is everything alright?” you shout, running inside the house. He didn’t expect that reaction, but he’ll take it. You’re holding onto the corner of two walls, slightly bent over. Your chest, your beautiful chest, is the first thing Chris lays his eyes on. He nearly chokes on his saliva, and he just can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. “Uh, hi, I need help,” he gruffly says, his voice a bit deeper than usual. He clears his throat with a loud ‘ahem’ and you begin to stand up straight, much to his dismay.

But he doesn’t think the image of your tits nearly falling out of your dress will leave his mind any time soon.

“Of course… Did you enjoy the toast? I can make you some more if you’d like,” you shyly offer him. “It was good, but I’m fine, thanks though. Can you stay here, right at the window, while I go wash my hands? If anything happens, you have to tell me.” Chris doesn’t leave any room for argument, but your curiosity and naivety get the best of you as always.

“What happens if I don’t tell you?” you ask him, walking towards the window. He blocks your path and suddenly personal space is no longer a thing you need. “You don’t want to know what I’m gonna do if you don’t, little girl,” he warns with a hint of lust in his tone. You nod your head and feel tingles bloom just above your core. You’re not sure whether they’re butterflies or those tingles.

Chris walks past you and you quickly rush to the window. You never realized how beautiful this view is until now. The sun is bright, angled in the most perfect manner so that it doesn’t shine directly in your eyes. The sky is so clear, even with the occasional fluffy cloud that always manages to look like some animal. The window blows gently, shaking the sheer curtains that frame you. You sigh and fold your arms, resting them on the windowsill.

You lay your head on your arms and stare out the window with joy filling your heart.

Chris watches you as you look out the window. You’re slightly bent over, once again. Your ass sticks out, and you subconsciously sway your hips side to side, almost purposefully teasing him. Your white dress has a few strings hanging from the hem, but it doesn’t make you look any less gorgeous. He feels like he’s in a dream.

Not only because of the beautiful scenery, and the beautiful woman in front of him but also because he’s trying his hardest to wash his hands quickly, but his movements are so slow. He looks down and rubs his hands together at a furious pace. Chris hears you gasp and he looks up. “Did you see something?” he asks you, turning off the sink.

“Yeah, my neighbour! I haven’t seen him in months, I need to go say hi,” you tell Chris, before rushing out the door. He only then registers your words once you’ve run out of the house and into the unknown. “Fuck- Wait!” he yells after you. He runs behind you and is so grateful when he notices you haven’t gone too far. But you’re still running and Chris’s target is about ten meters away, so he decides to do what he does best.

He decides to save you.

Chris’s feet hit the ground harshly, crushing the flowers beneath him. Running in socks isn’t fun, but at least he has something to protect him. He calls your name and crashes into you with all the force in his body. You both go down and hit the ground from his fierce tackling technique. You go to cry out in pain and lose your mind, but Chris clams his hand over your mouth. “Shh, be quiet. You’re not hurt, okay? I’m sorry I had to do that, but you can’t go running off like that,” he lectures, throwing his right leg over your body. He frames you down, and you don’t have much room to move. You’re frozen in place, chest heaving, and you furrow your eyebrows at his words.

“Listen, I need you to listen. You may not know me and I may not know you, but when I tell you to do something, you’re going to listen. Understood?” he chastised with a harsh tone. You nod meekly, like a little kid who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “And just so you know, that sweet neighbour of yours over there is wanted by the Feds.” Chris looks over his shoulder and doesn’t see the man there anymore, so he begrudgingly climbs off of your body.

You gulp thickly, out of fear and nervousness. Chris doesn’t seem to want to add on to this newfound information, so your anxiety makes work of it. For all you know, your neighbour could be a murderer. Chris senses your nervousness and gives you a pat on the head, almost as if you’re his pet.

Unbeknownst to you, the sight of you under him, helpless and with his hand clamped over your mouth is something that gets his blood (and hand) pumping. He helps you up, and you don’t even realize it until he brushes some dandelion seeds out of your hair. “Thank you… and thank you for saving me, I’m sorry I didn’t listen,” you shyly speak to him. He nods and shoves his hands into his pockets, finding an old cigarette from before he quit.

“‘S’alright, I just need a few things from you,” he gruffly reassured. “O- Of course, anything for my guest and for the man who saved my life,” you beam with a small giggle punctuating your words. He basks in it, almost as though it’s sunlight over a beach. “Ah, you flatter me. Just tell me about yourself, I’m going to be staying for a while,” he says as he turns around to walk back inside.

A bottle of gin is in Chris’s hands. The colourless yet pale yellow liquid swishes inside its rightful bottle. It’s half full, only because last night, he downed the rest. He hasn’t drunk in a while. Since he got over being left for dead. And that’s only six months ago.

He’s shirtless. Only left in his grey jeans and jewelry. His rings clink against the glass bottle and his bracelets hang a little past his wrist. The gunshot wound on his left side had a faint scar on it. He hates it. Every single time he stares in the mirror, that fucking scar just stares back at him.

His father told him it makes him seem more ‘manly’, but it just feels like a point of weakness. Maybe if he was a little quicker, he would’ve saved that bank teller. He would’ve gotten Silas behind bars. He would’ve been able to be proud of himself.

Chris groans at the memories and spins the cap off of the bottle. It flies somewhere across the room, probably hitting one of the wood walls. He mumbles a ‘fucking hell’ and brings the bottle to his lips. The last time he drank like this was three months ago, and he ended up fucking the bartender.

She was bent over the counter, her tits spilled out of her bra and his cock pummeled into her sloppily.

She ended up kicking him out after they were done.

Chris groans again and sits down on the bed, kicking his legs up. His pants are stained with the pigment of dandelions and grass. The splotchy stains are juxtaposed to the grey of his old jeans. They have wear and tear all over them, but he doesn’t care.

Every now and then, he sighs — he sighs quite deeply. The puffs of air come from deep inside his chest. He tilts his head back and stares up at the ceiling, thinking back to earlier today. He smiles to himself, recalling the way you looked so innocent beneath him.

He’s only known you for a few days, and he already has lewd thoughts for you. Fuck. He just can’t help himself, though. Especially with your innocent doe eyes and pretty little dresses. He closes his eyes slowly, using that memory to fuel his much-needed mental images.

You’re beneath him once again, but you’re naked. His hand is wrapped around your throat, and he’s naked too. His cock is slowly driving in and out of you. He’s teasing you. Your pulsating, wet walls hug his fat cock, and you’re both moaning softly.

“Daddy…” you whisper to him, clenching around his cock. “What’s wrong, baby?” he softly asks you. “Please fuck me harder, please, Daddy,” you beg to him, before biting down onto your bottom lip. “I don’t think you’ll be able to take my cock like that, baby,” he shakes his head.

“I can take it, Daddy, I’m your good girl.”

Chris opens his eyes and his right hand has found its way down his boxers. His cock is all swollen and hard, hard as a rock. He places the bottle of gin down on the bedside table and gets himself all comfortable. Chris slowly begins to stroke himself gently. He goes from the base all the way to the top, and then back down. His thumb occasionally swipes against his leaking tip and all he can think of is teaching you how to make him — your Daddy — feel good.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, feeling a vein throat against his hand. He moans your name and speeds up his movements. His fingers are slightly sticky, but it’s the type of sticky he doesn’t mind. He begins to slow his hand down, and he sighs, not wanting to come just yet. He hasn’t been this hard in ages, and touching himself feels so fucking good.

“Did you say my name? Is everything alright?” you ask, barging into his room. He jumps and his hand flies out of his pants. You both stare at each other, not even daring to blink. You eventually break eye contact and notice the bottle of gin sitting on the bedside table. There’s only a sixth of it left, and you frown. You don’t like it when people you care about drink. “Uhm…” he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and then takes in your form.

You’re in a nightgown, and it’s sheer as fuck. The gin gets to him and his mind has a slight buzz to it. His heart beats rapidly and his cock throbs with want and need. Chris’s eyes rake up and down your body like how they usually do whenever you’re in front of him. His mother would scold him for ogling at you, but he just doesn’t care anymore.

“I- I am so so so sorry, I should’ve knocked. I just thought you needed help with something because I heard you say my name, but sometimes I just tend to hear random things, so sorry,” you apologize in a panicking manner. You slowly walk back to the door, but you don’t turn around. Your bare feet leave a faint imprint on the floor from the cold sweats that have taken over your body.

“Come back here,” he orders, sitting up on the bed. Chris’s unbuckled belt clanks quietly, and he begins to remove it in one quick motion. You gulp thickly and exhale shakily. You slowly walk to where Chris is sitting, and he pats the spot next to him. You’ve never had such an interaction with anyone, ever. You sit down next to him, but you keep your distance.

Alcohol should not be called alcohol in Chris’s utmost humble opinion. No, it should just stick to its nickname ‘liquid courage’ because it’s more accurate than anything else. He may not seem like it, but he’s just a man who doesn’t have the heart to do much. Adrenaline doesn’t exist for him anymore, not since the incident.

Chris turns his head and stares at your pretty face. You look down, unable to make eye contact with such a God-like man. You have to assume that even Apollo is envious of Chris’s beauty. “How’d you hear me? Because I know these walls aren’t thin enough, and I know I wasn’t being loud, so tell me; How’d you hear me?” he interrogates you like one of Silas’s companions, but this time is slightly different.

Lust is what’s pumping through his veins, not rage.

“Uhm, well… My room was right there, and I wasn’t doing anything but thinking, and since your bed is against the wall, I- I heard you say my name,” you explain shyly. He hums, and you’re not sure whether it’s a hum of delight or disbelief. “Thinking of what?” he presses, inching his body closer to yours.

You continue to stare at his hand, even though you can feel his heavy breathing against your face. “I… Well- I was uh,” you stutter embarrassingly, and it makes you burn up with shame. “Spit it out, little girl, and don’t think of lying to me,” he growls, placing his hand on your thigh. Your gaze follows his movements, and you take in the set of rings that adorn his fingers.

They’re all black and of similar styles. One has a skull, one is completely plain, one has a cross on it and the last one has the word ‘Daddy’ engraved on it. His veins are so prominent. They bulge out with intensity, and you’d just love to trail your fingers along each of them. “Am I going to have to force an answer out of you?” he roughly asks. His other hand goes to the back of your head and he brings your gaze to his face.

You quickly shake your head in objection, and he raises his eyebrows for you to spit your answer out. “I was thinking about you, and the way you tackled me…” you admit to him in a low and soft voice. “You liked the way I was on you, little girl?” he asks, moving his hand to the back of your neck. “Y- Yeah, made me feel all… Tingly…” you whisper to him.

“I want to hear you say it, little girl,” Chris ushers, squeezing the back of your neck slightly. “I liked the way you were on top of me…” you tell him breathlessly. “Good girl,” he praises in a slightly deep voice. He pulls you onto his lap and you gasp. His hard, wanting cock is right under your thighs, and you exhale nervously.

“You feel that, little girl? That’s all because of you, you did this to me. And you’re proud of it, aren’t you? Got me so fucking hard just because of you.” Chris squeezes your waist, and you really can feel it all. He’s not wrong, either. You’re so proud that you’ve made a man like him so desperate for you. “Do you know what I was doing, little girl? I was jerking off to the thought of fucking that cunny of yours until you’re begging me to stop,” he growls in your ear.

You moan softly, and the picture comes to mind, making your pussy gush with want. “Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks, placing his hand on your inner thigh. You nod, and he raises his eyebrows in warning again. “Yeah, I want that so bad,” you murmur to him. You and your pussy want him so bad. Chris’s hand inches further up your thighs until he’s just an inch away from your bare pussy.

Your thighs are already slightly sticky from your arousal. “Do you know what jerking off is, little girl?” he asks, pulling his hand away from your pussy. You hold back a pathetic, child-like whine, and he begins to lift up your nightgown until he sees your naked body. “Kind of… Isn’t that when a man touches himself? Like how women touch their… down there?” you innocently ask him.

Chris chuckles at how cute you are. So innocent yet oh so slutty. “Have you ever touched yourself, little girl?” he asks, lifting the nightgown over your head. It’s strewn across the floor behind you, and neither of you cares. But you quickly use your hands to cover your most precious, most private parts. “No, no, I don’t want to see any of that. You’re so beautiful, baby, you’re built like an absolute angel,” he husks, and you feel so flustered that you can’t help but giggle.

“T- Thank you… And I’ve done it a few times,” you inform him. Chris nods and smirks, catching the way your nipples have pebbled up. “Have you ever made someone feel good before?” he questions, trailing his broad hands up and down your body. “N- No, it’s pretty lonely up here…” you almost-ashamedly admit. He coos at you. “Do you want me to teach you how to make me feel good, little girl?” he questions, palming your tits.

You moan softly and rub your thighs together as he pinches and pulls at your hard nipples. You’re so small in his large hands, it makes him even harder. You nod your head fervently, wanting to make Chris feel so fucking good. Chris takes his hands away from your body and shifts you in his lap. He reaches down his pants and pulls his cock out of his boxers.

You gasp, having never seen something as big as that. He smirks and uses his right hand to grasp the base of his thick cock. Chris brings your dominant hand down to where his cock is and guides you to wrap your fingers around him. Chris shudders at your soft touch, and he moans softly. “Good girl, yeah,” he praises. “Wrap your hand around me a bit tighter, baby,” he urges, and you do exactly that.

He groans loudly and a small smile stretches across your lips. “N- Now, you’ve got to move your hand up and down. Start off slowly, go all the way to the tip, and then back down,” he instructs, even though he’s helping you out. His hand brings yours all the way to the tip, and then back down; just like he said. His hand leaves yours and goes back to feeling up your pretty body.

“Now do it by yourself, but in a twisting motion, little girl.”

You listen to his words and jerk him off, feeling yourself get wet as his cock twitches in your hand. Your clit throbs and so do the veins on the side of his shaft. Chris curses, and you bite down on your bottom lip. “Good girl, just like that. Fuck, your hand feels so good around me,” he moans, squeezing your waist. You focus on his cock, watching as pre-cum leaks from the tip and down the side of his dick.

It drips onto your slow-moving hand, and you exhale as your movements grow a bit faster. You look at him, watching as his pupils darken with lust. You can tell — it’s written on his face — he wants you to go faster. Your hand speeds up around his cock, making him a moaning mess. “Fuck, you’re such a good fucking girl. You like making me feel good, don’t you? So eager to please like the good little girl you are,” Chris husks.

His praise goes straight to your needy cunt and he knows this because he can just tell. Your thighs rub together, your breath hitches, you let out a giggle and squeeze a little tighter around his cock. Chris’s hand goes up to your head and smashes your lips against his. You both moan into the kiss, and you straddle both his thighs to get more comfortable.

You place your other hand on his cock and mimic your dominant hand’s movements. You try to keep up with the kiss, but you just can’t. Teeth clash and so do tongues as Chris moves his mouth against yours. He pants and his chest heaves as you continue to stroke him. “Go faster, baby,” he urges, and he pulls his mouth away from yours. He can feel you soaking his jeans, your wetness joining the abundant amount of rips and tears in the material.

Your hand moves faster, twisting perfectly and occasionally squeezing his most sensitive spots as well. Chris pushes your hands away abruptly, and you’re confused. Did you do something wrong? Does he not like you anymore? What happened? “Shit, wrap your mouth around the tip, little girl. Trust me, you’re gonna fucking love it,” he says, and you quickly do so.

You’ll do anything to please him. His mushroom tip is leaking and a raging red. It’s the same red as the rest of his cock, and you could swear it’s almost purplish. You can tell he’s aching because you’ve been through a similar thing. You drop down to the floor and kneel in front of Chris. Your lips smooth around the tip of his hard cock, and you can taste him as soon as he hits your tongue.

He tastes of musk and manliness, along with a hint of saltiness, and it’s oh so addicting. You keep the tip of his cock in your mouth like it’s one of your favourite lollipops and smile around him. Chris smiles and wraps his hand around himself. He jerks himself off quickly, desperate to come in your mouth. “Fucking shit– god, you’re such a good fucking girl,” Chris rasps as he reaches his climax.,

His balls tighten up and his blue eyes roll back into his skull. White, hot, thick ropes of cum shoot out of his tip and fill your mouth. You’re not sure why, but a moan escapes past your throat, and it only makes Chris’s high much better. Chris places both hands on the sides of your head and holds you there, gently. You swallow all his cum as it fills your mouth and leaks from the corners of your lips.

Chris so desperately wants to push your head farther down his cock, but he knows he shouldn’t. Plus, there’s always going to be more time for things like that. He pulls your head away from his cock and watches as a string of saliva tries to keep the two of you connected. You gently lick your lips, still savouring his taste and he smiles down at you. You can’t lie — you feel giddy. Giddy in a way in which you crave his praise and approval like no other.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that? Thank you for helping me out… I do suppose I should return the favour, right?” he teasingly says, lifting you up into his lap. You shake your head out of nervousness. “No? … Why not, baby?” Chris asks, and you gulp thickly. “Don’t wanna rush it… I- never mind, you wouldn’t understand,” you look down and fiddle with your fingers.

The grooves of your nails are smoothed over by your pointer finger. Some dips and rises make you cringe, and others satisfy you. He looks down at your hands and notices the skin picked on the sides. He knows how painful those can be, and he doesn’t want you to feel any pain at all. “I’ll try to understand, darling, but if you don’t tell me, then I’ll be completely clueless,” he speaks to you lowly. “I like the way your words make me feel…” you shyly admit to him.

“Aw, how do they make you feel, baby?” Chris presses, grasping your two hands together. “All warm and small… makes me feel like I have it all. Hey, that rhymes!” you exclaim, bubbling in the utmost adorable giggles ever. “You’re a natural poet, darling. But tell me more…” he urges, rubbing his coarse thumbs against your soft skin. “I get butterflies, and I feel all shy and safe. Your words make me so comfortable yet so vulnerable…” you describe to him even though words can’t describe what you feel.

“Is that right, baby? You’re so cute… Do you- Do you get all tingly and babyish when I use my words?” Chris hesitatingly asks. His voice is so gentle and soft, a low whisper that is so soothing to your ears and rough edges. You nod meekly and smile to yourself. Your cheeks may hurt from all the laughter he caused earlier today but that doesn’t refrain you from hiding your smile.

Now, Chris is no doctor. He’s no professional, he’s no master. He’s just a broken man, but he knows exactly what you’re talking about. But he won’t explain what it is, because he needs you to learn on your own. Maybe with some guidance from him, but he won’t trick you into thinking something completely off base.

“Let’s get cleaned up, okay? Then we’ll sleep, you need the rest. We both do.”

He’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. A bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering. But he isn’t. He was never. The stick-and-poke tattoo may seem a bit much, but he doesn’t regret it one bit. Your name is written in your pretty handwriting. The ink is in his skin, and he’s practically marked as yours, now.

The days go by slower, much slower than he’d like them to. But it doesn’t matter now, because his mission is over, and he’ll be leaving soon. But Chris doesn’t want to leave. His wanderlust has found an end as he finally has a place where he’s meant to be. He’s found heaven in the hills, and between your legs.

“D- Daddy…” you whisper under your breath, loud enough for him to hear. Your hands are locked with his, and they rest at your sides. You’re just in a small bralette, and your hard nipples poke through the fabric. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders and your ankles lace together behind his head. Your neck aches from the angle your body is in, but the pleasure blooming from your core is much more powerful.

Chris is between your legs, and he hums against your wet, throbbing pussy. You moan loudly and squeeze your eyes shut from the feeling. He sucks on your clit harshly, and wetness seeps from your hole. “Feels so good… Oh, my…” you pant. Your hips gyrate and you subconsciously grind your wet cunt against Chris’s face. He pulls his face away from your pussy and licks a broad stripe against you.

You moan again and squeeze his hands tighter. His tongue swirls around your swollen and throbbing clit, bringing you closer and closer to your release. Your taste is addictive, and he could stay between your legs for hours on end, if not for eternities. His beautiful, lovely rings dig into the sides of your fingers, but you don’t care. Chris may treat you like a delicate doll, but he should know how much you love it when he’s rough with you.

“I think I’m gonna come, Daddy…” you cry out to him before a strangled moan leaves your mouth. Chris pulls away from your pussy once again, but this time he spits on your lips. His saliva drops down your cunt and mixes with your wetness, and he goes back to devouring you. He eats you out like a starved man, and you’re squealing at the overwhelming pleasure.

If he was on death row, he’d have your sweet pussy as his last meal.

His tongue works over your clit and brings you closer and closer to your release. It’s coming fast. A searing, heated feeling takes over your body and abdomen as your back arches off your couch. Chris is as hard as a rock, staring you directly in the eyes, and he makes you come on his mouth.

“Oh- Daddy!” you cry out loudly, your mouth falling open into a silent, voiceless scream. Your eyes roll back into your skull and in Chris’s past words, you look like a brain-dead slut. Your wetness gushes out of your drooling hole, and he laps it all up with no problem. He drinks up everything you give him, and then some. Your hands are still laced with his and your chest rises and falls at a fast pace.

“Shh… You did amazing, little one. Taste so fucking sweet, just like nectar,” he hums like a hummingbird, before smacking his lips. You slowly come down from your high as he strokes your hands with his thumbs. Your lids are slightly heavy, but you don’t want to get any shut-eye. Time away from Chris is practically a sin in your eyes. “Thank you, Daddy,” you gratefully reply.

“You’re welcome, little one. Got me so hard,” he husks as he moves to get up. He carefully handles your body and pulls out a handkerchief from the pocket of his jeans. They’ve been washed and scrubbed but there are still faint dandelion and pollen stains that he just doesn’t care enough about. Though the adorable face you were making whilst washing them is something that’ll never leave his mind.

Just like the mental image of you coming undone beneath him.

“Can I make you feel good, Daddy? Pretty please?” you ask sweetly and Chris knows he could say yes, but he doesn’t want to. Making you feel good pleases him, but he doesn’t want to sound so poetic so he chuckles. “Soon, little one, I need to clean you up properly,” he tells you and you jut your bottom lip out, pouting. He coos at you and you scrunch your nose up at the attention.

“But I’m all clean, Daddy!” you reason, reaching over to palm his hard cock through his jeans. Chris chokes on his saliva at the feeling of your touch. “In a bit, little one, you need to listen to Daddy. Okay?” he rasps with a warning in his voice. “Okay, Dada…” you trail off with a deep sigh punctuating your sentence. You fiddle with your fingers as Chris carefully cleans up your pussy.

The damp washcloth is gentle against your sensitive skin. Each movement of his is carried by gentleness and love. “I have a question, Daddy,” you hum after a few seconds of silence. “Go ahead, mushy one,” he says with a smile. You giggle at the nickname before calming yourself down. “Were you really wandering?” you bluntly ask him. Chris’s eyes nearly fall out of their sockets, and you gasp.

“What do you mean, little one?” he asks, looking up at you. “Well… You said you were a wanderer! And that’s how you found me! But you don’t seem like a wanderer, you’re too clever to be one,” you explain with a smile on your face. Chris begins to chew on the inside of his cheek, and the skin has already been filled with bite marks and scars. At this point, he should tell you, right? You already know the deepest, most darkest pieces and part of him.

You’ll love him no matter what.

“Well, I wasn’t wandering. You’re so smart, little one. The smartest baby in the world!” he cheers and moves to get up. He sits in the empty spot next to you and lifts you into his lap. You’re still naked and Chris has his shirt off (as usual), so the skin-on-skin contact has you feeling even sleepier. “Sometimes, we lie to protect people. I lied, to protect you, along with many other people. Myself included, of course,” he starts.

“I was sent here with the sole purpose of bringing in your criminal neighbour,” he pauses “and I did.” You nod along with his words, your mind only allowing the most important phrases to sink in. “I arrested him around a month ago, and I was supposed to leave three weeks ago,” he sadly sighs. You look up in a panic, and you’re in shock. “Two weeks ago, I turned in my resignation. I’m not going anywhere,” he quickly adds and your face lights up.

“I’m staying with my best girl, okay?” Chris smiles and leans in to kiss you. You let him do so because God-damn, you’d let him do anything he wants to you. “T- Thank you so much, Daddy!” you squeal and hug him tightly. He laughs in a beautiful cacophony of sounds, and it’s right in your ear.

Chris feels a weight being lifted off his shoulders as you writhe around in his arms. You wiggle around on his hard cock and Chris suppresses a groan. His hands trail from your shoulders to your waist, down to your hips. Goosebumps erupt on your skin and excitement runs in your veins at his touch. Your head rolls back and you exhale shakily. He grips your hips tightly, and you involuntarily buck your hips against his crotch.

Both you and Chris moan before he moves both his hands to your ass. He gropes you roughly, feeling a bit of your wetness on his fingers. “Oh, baby… What’s all that for? Hm? Didn’t Daddy just eat your sweet little pussy out?” he asks in a slightly worried tone. “Y- Yeah… But I can’t help it, Daddy, you always make me so tingly…” you admit to him, shyly.

“Mmm, I like knowing I do this to you. Gets me so fucking hard,” he groans, slapping your ass. You yelp in surprise, but it gets cut off by a whimper. Chris caresses the hit skin and soothes you down from the shock. He smiles at you and then lands another hit. Then another, and then another.

The sting is addictive, just like he is. It leaves you writhing in both pain and pleasure and yet you still want more. “M- more, please,” you quietly beg and Chris coos at you as if you're a pet. And the truth isn’t far off. The coolness of his rings is both brutal and comforting. It soothes you yet acts as if they didn’t just hurt you. “You want more, baby?” he asks in that sweet yet sultry condescending tone of his.

You nod your head and chew on your bottom lip. “‘S too bad you’re gonna have to take what I give you and keep quiet, baby,” he husks, and you whine loudly. Chris flips your bodies around and suddenly you’re on your back, and he’s leaning over you. He locks lips with you and you try your hardest to keep up with the kiss.

His lips move sloppily against yours, but you don’t mind because you’ll take anything he gives you. You moan into true kiss and Chris wedges his knee between your legs. You’d hump him like a bunny because that’s what the demon on your shoulder is telling you to do. But the last time you did something without his permission, you weren’t allowed to make him come for a week.

You just know you’re soaking his jeans but neither of you cares. Chris kisses the corner of your mouth and trails down to your neck, peppering kisses behind as if he’s leaving a trail on your body for when he’s going to explore you later. The stubble on his cheeks and jaw tickles you and Chris falls even more in love with you as your laughter fills the air.

“D- Dada…” you whisper to him as you tilt your head back. His lips land on that sweet spot of yours and your back arches off the couch. Chris smiles against your skin and begins to suck on that sweet spot. Your breath hitches as he bites, licks and sucks on your skin. He marks you up like no other, and you know how much he loves to know that you’re all his.

“Dada… No teasing, please,” you sweetly ask in your soft tone. And how can he turn you down? “In a bit, little girl, be patient for Daddy.” Chris continues to mark you up until he’s satisfied. The feeling of his teeth against your neck and collar bones makes you even wetter than you already are. Possessiveness is carried in his movements, and it only drives you to be needier.

Chris moves further down from your collar bones to the valley of your breasts. Each curve of yours makes him want to sin without any repentance afterwards. He places a kiss there and then looks up at you. “Please, Daddy,” you whisper so quietly it takes him a few seconds to realize what you’ve said. Chris’s hand wraps around your body to your back.

He slowly unclasps your bralette and drags it away from your body at the same pace. You both maintain eye contact all whilst he undresses you to your vulnerability. Chris throws your bra somewhere behind him and places his hands on your body. “Aw, baby… You’re so cute and small,” he sweetly says in an almost shocking manner. Almost as if he doesn't use the size difference as a weapon to make you all soft and mushy.

“Hm, thank you, Daddy,” you tell him because good girls always have manners. “So good, using your manners for Daddy,” he praises, and you wonder if he can read your mind. Your Daddy can do anything, so it would be no surprise if he can. Chris sits upon his knees, but he remains in his towering position. Gently, and with care, he spreads your legs open until he’s satisfied.

He watches as you clench your needy pussy. He just knows your clit is throbbing, and you’re tingly because he just has that effect on you. “Poor baby… Is this all for Daddy?” he asks, and you quickly nod. “Say it, tell me it’s all because of me,” he growls placing his hands on your thighs. Chris slowly moves his hands further down your thighs. His touch is gentle, and he can feel the goosebumps on your thighs beginning to raise.

“‘S all yours, daddy. It’s all because of you,” you tell him breathlessly. “And this pussy is all mine, isn’t it, little girl?” he asks, inching closer to your wet pussy. “Mhm, only yours, Daddy!” you happily assure him, and he smirks at you. “That’s right, little girl. And since it’s all mine, doesn’t that mean I can do whatever I want with it?” he questions, and you nod with no hesitance at all.

Chris traces your wet pussy with his ring-donned pointer finger. “Oh my…” you gasp at the feeling. It may not be much, but your sensitive little pussy struggles to handle it. You clench around nothing again, and he watches, before chuckling at you. “Such a pretty pussy you have, baby, I can’t fucking wait to ruin it,” Chris growls, and you whimper. “Gonna fill you up with my cum after I fuck you, little girl,” he promises, and you never wanted to be fucked so badly until now.

He wonders if his cock could even fit inside you. Usually, he’d want to eat you out and finger you to prepare you. But he’s now thinking with what’s between his legs, and not what’s between his ears. He trails that same pointer finger on your pussy, and becomes mesmerized with the sight. Chris watches as your hole drools with want and need, whilst you watch him.

His already dark eyes are blown out with lust, and it only turns you on even more. Chris knows you’re watching him. He’s not one of the best agents in the FBI for no reason. He looks up at you, and you lock eyes with each other. He smirks and pulls his hand away from your pussy. You hold back a whine, but you still pout in disappointment. Chris begins to unbuckle his pants, and you’re filled with eagerness.

You smile widely, and he coos. “Aw, you’re such a desperate little slut, it’s adorable,” he chuckles, and you shy away. He pulls down his jeans along with his boxers slowly. Chris takes off his jeans and boxers completely, and throws them somewhere around the house. You watch as his cock bounces up and leaks with pre-cum. You just know he’s aching because of how red his cock is.

He’s big, and you already know that. But seeing him in all his naked glory is just something else. The simple yet not so simple idea of Chris’s cock being inside of you is electrifying. It’s both terrifying and exciting. He grabs the base of his cock and the prickly hair pokes the soft skin of his hands, but he doesn’t care. His left hand goes back to your pussy, and begins to rub circles on your clit.

“Oh… Daddy,” you moan quietly. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, so you involuntarily try to shut your legs and keep Chris out. Your knees touch for a brief moment, and he’s having none of that. He separates your legs and climbs on top of you, all while staring you directly in the eyes. His cock drags against your inner thigh. “Oh, is it too much for you, little one?” he asks with faux pity in his tone. You nod and clench your fists to control yourself.

“Too fucking bad, you’re gonna take whatever I give you, and you’re not gonna complain. Isn’t that right, little girl?” he sneers, and you gasp. Usually, you can’t handle someone who raises their voice in the slightest. But hearing Chris do it makes the butterflies in your stomach fly. “Yes, Daddy,” you hum delightfully, and he smiles. “Good girl,” he praises. Chris presses harder on your sensitive pearl of nerves and rubs you in faster circles.

“Daddy…” You moan and it goes straight to his cock. He looks up at you and just knows you’re beginning to drive up that cliff. He slows down his ministrations on your nub, and you bite back a loud whine. “You’re so needy, baby… Already so close to coming, it’s kind of pathetic…” he trails off and more wetness leaks out of you. You’re absolutely soaked and are a little bit ashamed of it.

“Please, Daddy! I’m so close, I’ll do anything,” you beg, but he just doesn’t buy it. “You’ll already do anything I tell you, baby, begging is so useless,” Chris chortles. You let out a small huff and move your hips in a circle, grinding against his thumb. In a flash of blurry moments, Chris pulls his hand away from your pussy and wraps around your neck. He squeezes the sides of your throat, and you gasp quite loudly.

He raises his eyebrow in warning, and you nod in understanding. “Good girl, I don’t want to put you over my knee when I’m feeling so gracious,” he assures, and you smile. Chris brings the tip of his cock to your swollen, needy clit and his pre-cum begins to mix with your wetness. You both moan softly as he rubs his tip on your clit. Your bottom lip finds a home between your teeth and Chris’s tongue swipes over his.

The sight and feeling of his cock on your silky pussy make him so weak in the knees. “Fuck, baby, do you like that? You like it when Daddy makes you feel good with his cock?” Chris asks in a deep, gravelly voice. “Yeah, Daddy… love it so much…” you tell him through a mushy haze of pleasure.

“You’re getting all dumb and stupid already? You’re so cute, little one,” he purrs, and you giggle at his words even though there’s nothing funny about them. “Do you want my cock, little baby? Say it, tell Daddy you want his cock,” he urges, and you look down to where you’re both nearly connected.

“I wan’ your cock, Daddy. Want it so bad, I need it, Daddy,” you beg, and Chris hums. “Just a little more, little girl, it’s like music to my ears,” he smirks, and you bite your bottom lip. “Sing for me, hummingbird,” he pushes, and you just go with whatever your neediness tells you to do.

“I wanna feel your cock deep inside me, Daddy. I want your cum to fill me up until I’m leaking and all stupid. Please, Daddy, please fuck me. I really want your cock, I need it,” you beg and blood rushes to his face and cock. “Fuck, yeah, I’ll give you my fucking cock, and you better take it like the good girl you are,” he growls, and you whimper. Chris slowly drags the fat tip of his shaft down to your drooling, slutty hole.

You whimper loudly, and he looks back at you. Fear is written all over that pretty face of yours, and Chris knows the exact reason why. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle, okay? If you want to stop just say so, and I’ll listen. I won’t hurt you, darling. I promise,” he gently reassures you. You sigh with an almost heavy yet full heart.

You then nod and Chris thanks you for allowing him to fully make you his. “Wanna hold your hand, Dada… Please,” you ask pleasantly, and he nods. “In a bit, little girl, I just need to be careful,” he whispers. Chris slowly begins to push into your wet, tight cunt. You swallow him slowly, and the sight is mesmerizing.

The tightness of your cunt squeezes him in a strong hug, and he wishes he could be buried deep inside you for the rest of his life. “Fuck- Baby, you feeling so fucking good,” he moans while trying to compose himself. You’re still whimpering from the pain, and your chest is rising and falling at a fast pace.

“C- Can I push all the way in, little one? It’ll only hurt for a bit,” he asks, and he looks deep into your eyes. “Mhm… Wanna feel your cock deep inside me, Daddy, please,” you beg, and Chris tries his hardest not to come right here, right now. He thrusts his hips forward, and bottoms out inside you completely.

Your mouth falls open, and you’re silently screaming. The pain isn’t too much, but you feel as though the wind is being knocked out of you. Chris shifts a bit, and that’s when you start to feel it more. He’s so deep inside you, and he’s splitting you in two. “Breathe, baby, breathe,” he says.

You realize you’re holding your breath and it’s no wonder why your heart was beating out of your chest. “You’re doing so- so well, darling. Your little cunny looks so nice when it’s stuffed full with my cock,” he groans, and you whimper. “Dada, is hurtin’...” you whisper, and Chris wants to pull out because he can’t stand the thought of his little girl being hurt.

“Do you want me to stop, little one?” he asks, but you quickly shake your head in objection. Even though the pressure in your core is dwindling, and even though you feel a little too full, you don’t want him to stop. “No stopping, Daddy, please,” you whine and flail your arms towards him. He shushes you soothingly, and you calm down as soon as he flashes a stern look.

The pain soon burns away into nothing but dust and ash, and you finally see why he was so desperate to shove his cock inside of your cunt. It turns into pleasure and your pussy leaks around him. You’re soaking Chris’s cock with no shame at all. “Oh, fuck, baby… You feel so fucking good,” he moans, and you follow with a gasp. “I like the way y- you feel inside me, Daddy, makes me all tingly…” you admit shyly, and Chris chuckles.

“Yeah? Bet it makes you want to be fucked stupid, right, baby?” he questions with a playful smirk on his face. “Yes, Daddy,” you moan. You’re never aware of your surroundings because you’re too caught up in the moments. It’s something Chris scolds you for, but you never learn. But in this moment, you can feel everything. The veins on his cock throb against your silky walls, and you can feel his balls against your ass. His hot breath fans over you as Chris struggles to compose himself.

He slowly drags his hips backwards, pulling out of your pussy until his tip is the only thing in your cunt. The sudden almost-emptiness is surprising, but you quickly get used to it. Chris then pushes back into your pussy, and you moan loudly. “Fucking hell, little one,” he curses under his breath as he bottoms out again. He begins to fuck into you slowly and gently, careful to not hurt you. Even if he wants to fuck you until you’re crying.

The sound of skin on skin is quiet and almost unintelligible. The squelching sounds from your wet pussy and moans fill the room. Chris gently grips your hips and watches as your face contorts into a frown of pleasure and not pain. “Daddy…” you pant softly as you look up at Chris. “Yeah, baby? Am I hurting you?” he asks out of worry. “N-No, it feels so good…” you trail off as one particular thrust lands near your g-spot. And he knows that.

“Wan’ you to fuck me hard, wan’ you to destroy me, Daddy. Please fuck me like the slut I am…” you gently beg and Chris halts his thrusts. His cock twitches inside of you because of your words. Only he can corrupt an innocent angel such as yourself. “Shit- Little one, I don’t want to hurt you, that’s why I’m being so gentle,” Chris explains, but you shake your head. “You could never hurt me, Daddy. Please, I need you,” you beg for one last time, unaware of what you’ve done to him.

Chris roughly pushes his cock back into your cunt without warning. “Awe, I see. My little princess wants to be fucked like the whore she is, hm? Well, whatever princess wants, she gets,” he growls because beginning to fuck you roughly. You moan loudly at the feeling as with each thrust, his cock pummels against your sweet spot roughly. His pelvic bone rubs against your swollen clit and his grip on your hips tightens.

“Daddy!” you cry out as Chris pounds into your poor pussy. The room fills with moans, groans, curse words and wet sounds that all come from the art you two are making. “Aw, what’s wrong, little girl? Can’t take daddy’s cock anymore? Hm? Well, I don’t really give a fuck, you’re just gonna lie there, and take what I give you like a good fucking girl,” he sneers, and you push at his chest.

“It’s so sensitive!” you wail like a little bitch in heat. “But I bet you don’t want me to stop, do you?” Chris asks as a moan bleeds past his plump lips. “Uh-uh, please don’t stop, Daddy!” you squeal after a harsh thrust. The stretch of Chris’s cock is amazing, and you never want the feeling to stop. Chris’s hand leaves your hip and crawls all the way up to your neck. He wraps his fingers around your throat, and squeezes the sides, making you clench tightly around his big, thick cock.

He lowers his face to yours and watches as you react to the way he’s being rough with you. “Oh, God!” you cry out as he makes his thrusts more powerful. “Actually, it’s just ‘Daddy’, but I’m fine with that too,” he slyly smirks. You’re too fucked out to even laugh at his joke. Your eyes roll back into your skull and your back begins to arch off of the couch. “Awe, are you gonna come around my big fat cock already, slut? How cute,” Chris mocks.

You nod your head and begin babbling like a baby. “But remember, little girl, I have to give you permission to come, okay?” he reminds you, and you whine. Chris’s hand around your throat moves up to grab your jaw, and he stops thrusting into you. “None of that is allowed. Don’t forget your place, little girl,” Chris warns with fury seething through his words. You mumble an apology, trying to formulate the proper words to speak.

“Seems like I really did fuck you stupid,” he chuckles, and you moan at his words. You clamp down on his cock, tempting him to do what you want, like a siren using her voice to lure men into the sea. “Open your mouth up first, little girl,” he orders, and you obediently listen. The searing arousal in your core begins to fade away, and you feel a panic beginning to rise inside you.

Chris drags his hand back down to your throat and rests it there. You watch as he puckers his lips up, and suddenly, he spits into your mouth. You open your mouth even wider and stretch your tongue out. His saliva lands directly on your tongue, and you wait for further instructions before you give in to your desires.

“Swallow it, little girl,” he instructs, and you do exactly so. You open your mouth back up just to earn some praise. “Good fucking girl. The best baby ever,” he smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, Daddy! … Can I have cummies now?” you lovingly ask your Daddy.

“Of course, little one,” he says as he smiles down at you. Chris begins to fuck into you again, deep and hard. With each thrust, he pounds your g-spot and his balls slap against your ass. His remaining hand on your hip moves down to your clit, rubbing your little button with rough circles.

“Daddy… ‘m gonna come!” you moan loudly and Chris fucks you harder. “Come one, baby, come all over my big cock like the good girl you are,” he urges. The building feeling inside you increases, and you feel yourself getting closer to your release. “Fucking come, little girl, wanna hear you sing for me,” he growls. And with one specific thrust, you find yourself coming undone beneath him.

The sight is so fucking beautiful. Watching you as your eyes turn up, your mouth falls open and your cunt hugging his cock just gets him going, and he wishes he could take a picture of you right now. “D- Daddy! Oh, my-” You cut yourself off with a loud moan and Chris keeps on rubbing your clit and fucking you through your orgasm.

You soak his cock until it’s dripping and even then you’re still coming. You moan loudly and Chris can feel himself getting closer to his orgasm. His balls begin to tighten up and a droplet of sweat drips from his neck down to his chest. “Daddy, are you gonna come?” you sweetly ask as he fucks you through your orgasm whilst chasing his own.

“Yeah, baby, Daddy’s gonna fill you up with his cum. I’m gonna leave you leaking with my seed,” Chris growls as he fucks you faster. “Please, Daddy… Please, I want your cum so badly! Please fill me up with your cum, Daddy,” you beg and Chris tosses his head back.

“Fuck, yes, yes yes,” he shouts as his balls tighten up again. He quickens his pace until white, hot, thick ropes of cum spurts out from his aching tip. He fulfills his promise and your wish, filling you up with his cum until there’s nothing left. His cum mixes with your juices as he paints your walls with no expertise whatsoever. Chris slumps on top of your body, engulfing you in a bear hug as his cock remains buried inside of you.

You’re both panting and struggling to come down from the euphoric feelings. You look up at Chris make lock eyes with him for the nth time. There’ll never be a day where you don’t get lost in his eyes. They’re beautiful, absolutely beautiful. “You did so fucking good, little one,” he praises, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Thank you very, very much, Daddy,” you slur, feeling yourself beginning to sleep into little space. “Daddy?” you call out, tapping his bicep after a few seconds. “Yeah, baby?” he asks, lifting himself up to get a better view of your face. “Will you really stay?” you ask with a bit of worry in your voice. He sighs with a full heart.

“Always.”

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breakablebarnes · 3 years

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Sebastian Stan Characters Masterlist | breakablebarnes

Started: 12/31/21 // Updated: 1/9/22

Requests | Ko-fi | Masterlist

Credits to @firefly-graphics and @maysdigitalgraphics for the dividers!

coming soon..

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Destroyer! Chris - coming soon

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Jo my dear! Something steamy with my favorite man? You know how much I love how he growls in my ear. *shivers* Love you! ❤❤❤

Better Stay Quiet

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x reader

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club old fashioned drunk drabbles and my love LORI @loricameback He is so fucking sexy! Hope you like this! Love you ❤❤❤

Warnings: fingering, dirty talk, semi-public sex, light choking (18+ ONLY PLEASE)

“If you don’t quiet down kitten we are going to get caught.” Chris’ words caress the shell of your ear as he fingers the hem of your skirt. “Do you want everyone to see me fucking you out here?” he asks, his tone low with warning.

You push your ass back into his crotch and moan at the feel of how hard he is. “Behave and you’ll get what you want sweetheart,” he promises, before securing your skirt above your hips and pushing your underwear to the side.

His thick and calloused fingers slip through your soaking folds and he easily pushes two inside. “So, wet for me baby. I fucking love it,” he growls, curling his fingers so that you cry out against the palm of his other hand.

His thumb starts to circle your clit and you can feel yourself getting closer. “That’s it kitten. Cum on my fingers. Then I’ll fuck this perfect pussy with my cock.” His commanding words have you clenching around him, your strangled cries impossible to hold back.

Pulling his fingers away he parts your lips and pushes them into your mouth. You suck them clean and whine when he takes them out. His mouth trails hot and wet kisses down your neck as the same hand settles at the base of your throat.

In one swift motion he spreads your legs and unbuckles his pants, positioning himself at your entrance. Long fingers close around your throat and he gives a gentle squeeze before pushing his cock into you slowly.

“I know how much you love his, but I need you to stay quiet,” he warns. “I don’t want to have to punish you later.”

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littledarlinwrites · 5 years

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Lights

Destroyer!Chris x Reader // Chris Beck x Reader

1367 words

Angst, fluff, and smut so you know the rules.

Summary: T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings in their boxes, the chimney laid bare, 'fore the the love of her life t'was not there.

Author's Note: This is my Secret Seba gift for @eurynome827 💕

You sat on your couch, curled up under Chris' blanket that just faintly stilled smelled like him. His mission had been dragged out an extra month now. Plans for the holiday fizzling out to nothing but a mere dream. You loved him, and you knew he would be here if he could, but you still couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"I'll be there to put the star on the top of the tree, sugar. We'll decorate the cabin, and drink hot chocolate by the fireplace. I'll be back before you know it." He said with a wink, the sadness of leaving still twinkling in his eyes.

You knew now, the night of Christmas Eve, that he wouldn't be back, you two hadn't decorated, and there would be no snuggling with hot chocolate in front of the fireplace. Instead, you had very spiced eggnog that you were drinking because you didn't want it to go to waste, the decorations were still in there boxes next to the tree because you just couldn't find the energy or spirit to hang them without him, and you were losing hope he wouldn't even be here for the new year.

The sun had set, and with it your eyes began to droop. Your eyes fell to the dwindling fire, and you fell asleep thinking that you should add another log.

You woke, the fire was burning strong, the scent of chocolate and espresso wafting through the cabin. When you lifted your head off the arm of the sofa the man your heart had been craving was walking towards you with a mug of hot chocolate.

"Hey there, sugar." Chris rasps, his voice tired, but his eyes focused on you.

"Hey, you." You whisper back as you bring your mug to your lips. Chris is sitting on the other end of the couch, your feet in his lap as he brings his hands to one of them and begins massaging it.

"Sorry I'm late." He says, regret filling his eyes and sorrow in his voice.

"Better late than never." You tell him with a half smile curling at the edges of your lips. He nods his head as a chuckle slips past his lips. You move the foot not currently in his hands to use the toe of it to gently nudge his chin up to look at you. His eyes gazing lovingly into yours.

"So, what's a girl got to do to get her man to hang her star for her?" He nods his head in the direction of the tree to see the star already there, shining brightly atop the still otherwise undecorated tree. You curl over to him to kiss him deeply, you heart warming with his very presence.

The kiss quickly becomes heated. His rough hands roaming your body. The fact that you only wore his shirt, a pair of panties, and knee high socks making it easy for him to roam your skin as his hands quickly roam beneath his shirt you were wearing. You feel his chest rumble beneath your fingers as growls against the skin of your neck, nipping at your skin there causing you to moan. His hand reaches behind him as reaches for the strand of lights to put on the tree. You're able to see the lights as he already had them plugged in when he wraps them around your wrist before flipping you beneath him on the tight space. He gazes at your body, your chest rising and falling with each breath. Your nipples are hard peaks beneath his thin shirt. His eyes filled with lust. He pulls your panties off you and throws them carelessly across the room as he doves down to bury his face between your legs. His stubble grazing against the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thighs. His tongue probing your wet channel before making its way up to dance against your clit. Your wonton means fill the quiet space.

"Chris," you beg. Though you aren't quite sure what you're begging for at this point. You can feel his cocky smile before you see when you look down at him. His eyes are even smiling devilishly up at you. Memorizing you're featured.

"Sweeter than sugar, sweet thing. Could taste you all day if you let me." You can't help but moan at the thought, knowing he means every word.

"Need you inside me, babe." You husky whisper out.

Chris makes his way slowly up your body, kissing a path to your lips as he undresses himself. His cock probes at your entrance when he reaches your lips.

"Anything for you, sugar." He says before thrusting inside of you, setting a slow pace as his cock grazes against your walls searching for the spot that makes your toes curl and whimper deliciously. Your hands scrape against the back of the armrest searching for purchase. Your hips meeting his thrust for thrust, giving as good as you got. You could already feel the coil tightening in your belly when he found the spot that he was searching for, causing you to mewl in his ear.

"That's it, you purr so pretty for me, sugar." Chris whispers against the shell of your ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth. You brought your still restrained hands behind his head as he pulled his face away to look into your eyes. You pulled his lips down to your own. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth before easing your tongue into his, quickly fighting for dominance.

"Squeezing me like a vise, sugar. Missed this pretty pussy so much while I was gone. Missed your velvet walls around my cock. How your legs tremble, like they are now, right before you cum. Missed the way your eyebrows furrow and the way you scream my name. That's it, babydoll. Can feel your walls fluttering around my cock. So close. Gonna spill my load inside you. Gonna mark you up. Everyone is gonna know your mine." His possessive growl rumbles in your ear and only drives you closer to your impending orgams. He knew all the right things to say that drove you absolutely wild. His thrusts became more frantic and you knew he was seconds away from his release. Chris kissed his way down your neck before sinking his teeth into your skin as his hand snuck between your writhing bodies to work against your nub. It took three passes before your back arched, toes curled, and his name was being screamed from your lips. His hips stuttered as you squeezed his release from him and milked him of every drop he was worth. As his hips stilled he forehead rested against yours as he panted for breath. One hand of his worked to free yours from their bindings.

"Missed you, sugar." Chris whispers. Kissing your nose lightly, rubbing your wrist after freeing them.

"Missed you too, handsome." You whispered as you kissed him. "You still gonna help me decorate? Or have you developed a new kink instead?" You asked coyly. You felt his laugh rumble against you.

"I didn't hear you complaining, sugar." He replied back just as smartly. "But, of course I'll help you decorate. Especially if you help me shower after." He says wiggling his eyebrows.

After you two disentangled yourselves and got somewhat dressed you made your way over to the tree, hanging lights and ornaments until the whole tree sparkled just as it should. You stood back, admiring your work when you felt Chris burst into laughter against your back.

"What, what is it?? You ask him, confused at what could possibly cause him to laugh his ass off at this particular moment.

"Nothing, sugar. I like the star better this way." He says as tears fall from the corners of his eyes. You look up to the star and notice that hanging off one of the points were the lace panties you were wearing earlier.

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sebastiansluts · 8 months

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Please please please a part 2 to that delicious destroyer chris imagine you wrote where his cock is so sensitive and swollen and he cums so easily.

Destroyer Chris x Reader; extra sensitive cock, excessive coming, overstimulation, oral m receiving, vaginal sex, cockwarming

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

“Wanna try somethin’ different tonight pretty girl,” Chris murmured in your ear, the two of you sitting on the couch, the house empty for once. You were laying with your head in his lap, his hand stroking your hair. You sat up, grinning at Chris as you turned to face him.

“C’mere,” Chris said, grabbing you by your waist and lifting you until you were on his lap, straddling him. You bit your lip, grinding down onto his bulge, Chris shuddering as it swelled, already sensitive.

“Yeah? Y’want me on top tonight baby?” you asked, rocking back and forth along his bulge, his dick growing until it was straining the zipper of his pants.

“Wait, wait, lemme- fuck, I can’t, oh jesus that feels better,” Chris groaned as he undid his button and the zipper pulled down itself, his hard cock poking out of his boxers, tip already red and leaking.

You licked your lips, sitting back on Chris’ thighs and bending until you could lick a stripe up the vein on the underside of his cock. Chris moaned and precum dripped onto his boxers. You licked up his cock, sucking lightly on the head and he spasmed, coming before he could warn you, but you were ready for it, swallowing it down and licking his tip clean.

“Sh-shit baby, m’sorry! Fuck you look so good with my cum on your tongue,” Chris groaned and you flushed, his filthy mouth still managing to make you blush. “C’mon pretty girl, want you sittin’ on my dick next time I come.”

You nodded quickly, standing up and dropping your sweats and panties, clambering back onto Chris’ lap and raising your dripping pussy above his dick. His hands were tight on your hips, helping you stay up, then he began pulling you down, the head of his dick bumping against your entrance before catching and slipping in.

You moaned immediately, his size always a lot at first, but you relished the burn, forcing your hips down faster, Chris’ eyes widening.

“Baby wait, can’t- too fast,” he moaned, burying his face in your chest, hands clenching and releasing on your hips as he came. You giggled, holding his mostly shaved head against you, grinning when you were able to slide down another few inches thanks to the cum filling you.

Chris gasped, biting down on your tit as he bottomed out, your ass against his thighs. You yelped, clenching around his dick and Chris cried out, breathing heavily as he tried to compose himself.

“This what y’wanted baby?” you asked him, trying to roll your hips, but he grabbed you harder, forcing you still.

“Fuck, p-please pretty girl, needta fill you up again and again, can ya do that baby, can you let me?” Chris asked desperately, blue eyes shining, and you smiled, it turning into a smirk as you leaned forwards, his eyes pleading with you, as you captured his lips with yours.

“M’all yours Chris,” you murmured between kisses and he groaned low in his throat, dragging you up off his dick until just the tip was in, then you slammed down onto his lap, a higher pitched groan escaping him as he came immediately, your cunt milking his dick until he was nearly babbling.

“Fuckfuckfuck shitfuck p-pretty girl, d-drain me baby, please, drain me and- and take it all, f-fill you up,” Chris said mindlessly, barely even noticing when you started rocking in his lap, grinding your clit against his pelvic bone.

“C’mon Chris, c’mon fill me up, just like you said, you can take some more right? Need to fill me up til I’m bursting, gimme it all baby,” you whispered in his ear, and he cried out raggedly, his hips jerking beneath you, rutting into your pussy with desperation.

“M’gonna- m’gonna make you mine forever,” Chris groaned, and you gasped, his dick hitting that place inside you. Now you rut back against him, rolling your hips again and again until you were screaming your release.

You could feel Chris coming again, dripping out of you along with your slick, making a mess of his boxers. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, riding your high and giggling when you saw him almost passed out beneath you. You thought about moving, but as his dick stayed partially hard inside you, you stayed where you were, cunt lightly pulsing. You put your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, smiling to yourself as you felt his dick twitch, pulsing one last time into you as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in. He moaned softly as you sank into him, pressing his lips to your temple.

“Mmm my pretty girl, don’ move. Jus’ stay here,” Chris mumbled, half asleep and trying to go all the way. You grinned and kissed his neck, his breath hitching, before you closed your eyes and just relaxed.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 1

Summary: You and Cherry bring Robert home, and you have a decision to make

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader X Destroyer!Chris “Cherry”

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, car sex, oral sex (F receiving), slapping, threesome, mentions of double penetration, attempted DVP, creampie, jealousy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.8K

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Mr. Freezy Pops Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Cherry grabs the little baby from your arms, giving you an odd face as he gets out of the car, and Robert drags you into the back. He had missed you, and being away from you and in prison made him starve for your body. You had barely made it face first onto the backseat before he was jerking your pants down just enough to push his thick cock into your warmth. He could fuck you properly later. Right now he just wanted to make sure that your cunt was still molded to him.

Cherry holds Sundae in his arms, his finger brushes over her face as the little baby smiles up at him. Her little arms wave around to grab his face, and he has to look away. Things were going to change now that Robert was back. He wasn’t going to be sleeping in the same bed as you. He wouldn’t be the one to wake up and get Sundae when she cried. Change her diaper before he brings her to you to nurse. His role was no longer going to be her father.

“I know, sweetheart,” he starts off when Sundae squeals at him. Her mouth opens and closes as she tries to say mama. “That man is your daddy, and he’s very needy. Especially for your mother. He’s been away for awhile, but now he’s going to be there everyday. Probably won’t even leave the bed for a month. But he did this all for you and your mom.”

Sundae opens her eyes up wide, and grabs at his nose. He brings her close to his mouth where he blows raspberries all over her chubby cheeks, and the baby squeals again. “Despite what you think, he is a good man. Just a jealous one. But…I guess you’re used to seeing jealous men, huh? I’ll never be your daddy. I’ll never be what she feels for him, I just thought I had a little place in their world. Besides a babysitter. Not that I don’t like watching you.”

The moment Cherry stops talking, Robert grunts out his grand finale. Twisting your head to look at your ruined face. Nobody fucked you like Robert. It was filthy, dirty, and hard, but the way his hands changed to be so loving. Kissing over your skin softly. “Robert,” you guiltily whimper. You hated having Cherry so far away from you now.

You and Cherry had created a bond, but it was also more than that. Yes, he was there for you during a time when you needed him, but there was something about waking up with his arm around you. Holding your body tight against his own. The few times he stayed in the bed with you and Robert, you didn’t realize then that you enjoyed the both of them.

Robert was jealous, and there was a part of you that was selfish. Selfish in the way that it felt amazing having two men greedily pull out orgasm after orgasm from your spent body. But also, the way they each held you afterwards. Cherry always had a sweetness to him. He balanced out Robert’s roughness. You thought at the least he would want to join you, and Robert, but that pained, “It’s always going to be, Robert, huh?” This morning right in your ear made you wonder if it was more than sex between you and Cherry.

“I can’t lose him,” you whisper back, holding his arm tight around him. He never responded. You made a choice, and it wasn’t him. There was no way that Robert would go for having Cherry in your bed every night. He just wouldn’t. Cherry could have a part of your body, but you were almost sure that Robert wouldn’t share your heart.

Robert clears his throat as he walks out of the car, giving a head nod to Cherry, “You wanna hold her?”

“Not yet, I’ll drive,” He moves into the driver’s seat, while Cherry hands the giggly baby to you. Letting you strap her in. He almost attempts to just walk somewhere, the car smelled like you and him, and he no longer felt like he was part of the equation. “Get the fuck in the car.”

“Robert! Sundae is back here.”

“I have to change the way I fucking speak, now?”

“Yes! Her first words are not going to be fuck!”

“Ugh. Cherry, will you please get in this freaking car, and let’s freaking go. I’m tired of freaking looking at this freaking place. Later I’ll let you freaking have a piece of my Pretty Girl.”

Cherry gets into the car, but his eyes stay straight ahead. Not speaking to either you or Robert. Robert keeps looking over to his friend who was most definitely pouting. “What the hell is your problem?”

“She’s not property.”

“I’m aware. But her and that cunt belong to me. I’ve always talked about my Pretty Girl like that,” Robert catches you and Cherry locking eyes in the rear view mirror. Your head shaking back and forth, “What the fuck?”

“Robert!”

“No, now I’m fucking pissed off. What the fuck is going on? Did you two have an argument?” Neither one of you offers him an answer. His fingers tap along the steering wheel, and looks over at Cherry, “You too good to fuck my Pretty Girl then?”

“No.”

“Have your cock buried so deep in her cunt, trying to avoid making contact with me? I know you like it and want to destroy that fucking pussy whenever you want to. I should thank you,” Cherry furrows his brows, and turns his head to look at him. “You fucking saved me. You didn’t have to turn on the feds. Didn’t have to feed me information about the fucking cuck that was married to my perfect Pretty Girl. But you did. You stayed fucking loyal to me while in prison. Brought me pictures and kept me updated on my…family.”

“You woulda done the same for me,” you wanted to touch them both. Your daughter chews on one of your toys as she looks up at you. Her chunky little legs kicking around. And she hears Cherry talk again. “It was the least I coulda done.”

Her little mouth opens over and over again, and she twists her head back to hear his voice, “Dadadadadadadadada!” Oh god. You thought that she had been associating him with that word, but the nonstop singing of it solidified that.

“I know, princess, but daddy’s driving,” Cherry doesn’t think, just puts his hand in the back seat, and when she sees his ringed fingers, she squeals, pulling the metal to her mouth while she chews on them. Robert’s eyes bounce between you in the backseat, and Cherry who hadn’t quite figured out what he had done. “Pretty Girl, what is my daughter doing?”

“Chewing on his rings.”

“Has his rings been in your fucking cunt?”

“Robert!” “Not recently.”

“I feel like the three of us have a lot of fucking talking to do,” his mouth goes flat, and you gulp. Robert’s anger was notorious. You had been on the receiving end a few times. You carried his mark proudly on your neck because of his anger, but you were not going to have your daughter be a part of this squabbling. “A lot of fucking talking to do.”

“It’s not that serious,” Cherry tells Robert as he takes a drag of a blunt. Holding it close to his mouth before extending it to him. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“My baby fucking called you dad, and I don’t have nothing to fucking worry about?” He pulls a long hit from the joint. His eyes going towards Sundae’s room where you were putting her to bed. “So what? You thinking I’m a fucking cuck?”

“Nope. She survived. Believe me, you’ve got her,” his silvery blue eyes look straight at you as you emerge from the bedroom. “She’d never leave you,” there was an odd feeling brewing in your stomach as you try to figure out your feelings. Cherry was hurt, and that stung.

“I know she wouldn’t fucking leave me. C’mere,” he holds a hand up to you, and pulls you into his lap. His calloused fingers pet over your branded ice cream, and he holds up his neck for you to kiss on his matching brand. Looking over at Cherry as Robert pushes your thighs apart.

A thick hand slides up your thigh, until he comes to contact with your bare cunt. Leaning onto your neck, he kisses up the column, and you whimper looking over at Cherry, “I always knew you were a good fucking girl. Still don’t wear panties, do you?”

“You always ruin them,” he spreads your legs even more, and both the men’s eyes go to your cunt when Robert enters with two fingers. “Robert.”

“I think Cherry deserves to be fucking rewarded for taking care of you and my daughter, don’t you?” whispering out a yeah, you pout up at him. “We sharing? We fucking taking turns? He eating you while you're making out with me? What are we doing, Pretty Girl?”

“Sharing,” Cherry takes a drink from his beer before crawling onto the floor. On his knees, he kisses up your thighs, becoming even harder when the room fills with the sounds of your juicy cunt. His eyes only on you as he maneuvers around Robert’s hand to get to your clit. Giving the sensitive nub a suck.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as both men pleasure you. Trying to get out of your head and just enjoy the moment, but there was something amazing about them getting along when it came to your pleasure. Robert didn’t hesitate to let Cherry have a part of you. Working together to make you feel good. Circling a hand around Cherry, you pull him closer to your core, while the other brings Robert in for a bruising kiss.

“You getting the ass or my cunt?” Robert chuckles, moving to kiss your neck. Unbuttoning his shirt that you were wearing, and fully exposing you. Slapping at your tits, before looking at Cherry. Having to pull him off to get an answer, “You want her ass or my cunt?”

Cherry licks your juices off of his face, and can’t answer. It’s an unspoken thing that you never take Robert’s bait. He may be generous when it came to Cherry, but he still wasn’t going to make that decision. “He gets your cunt,” you’re not sure why, but you wanted Cherry to see your face as both men pleasured you. Maybe it would make him want to continue in the way that you had been.

“That wasn’t so fucking hard,” Robert stands, with you, and pushes you towards the bedroom. Waiting until Cherry gets in there, and he sits on a chair at the foot of the bed. “Have fun.”

You breathe deeply, while Cherry starts ripping his clothes off. He finishes removing your shirt, while he backs the two of you on the bed, letting you crawl over top of him. You look back at Robert as you run Cherry’s tip through your folds. Biting at your lip when you let his spongy tip push through your entrance. Back to looking at Cherry who can’t turn away from you.

Grinding over him a moment, and then you press your hands on his chest, beginning a slow bounce over him. Robert watches the two of you being a bit too familiar than when he left you. He assumed it was bound to happen, and there had better be some fucking proof that it did. He would never let anyone touch you, but Cherry. He couldn’t bring himself to admit it, but this felt right. Cherry was the softness to Robert’s brashness.

You looked beautiful riding him. Your coy little face looking back at Robert as he slowly fists his cock. But there was something in the way that he was looking up at you. It was more than lust, definitely not just respect. Cherry was falling for you. Robert was not sure how to feel about those feelings, because he’d be damned if he took a step back in this relationship. But Cherry’s grip on you wasn’t possessive. Cherry’s fingers barely dug into your skin. They were smooth. It made Robert feral. You needed bruises to remind you who you belonged to. But was that also Cherry? Was the question of sharing more than tonight?

Leaning over, you start making out with Cherry, and Robert gets to watch your cunt stretch over him. His cock was soaked in your juices and cream, and he wondered how many times you had came. Was this the secret to making you feel like this? He could get used to this though. Live and in color porn. Your puckered hole just beckons him to come closer.

He walks over to his toy chest. Grabbing up a bottle of lube, he squirts some in his hand to rub over his length. Adding a bit more in his palm just for you. You slow your movements, and watch Robert. Stepping behind you with his thick cock. And he presses you down on Cherry. “This may sting a bit,” you had already had him in your ass before, so…

Feeling pressure at your pussy, you look back at him. “You’re gonna fucking take it, Pretty Girl. You want us both. You gotta take it,” he pushes his cock behind Cherry, and you yelp. “Pretty Girl, fucking take it!”

“That’s not my ass,” you whine. His tip makes it past the entrance. “Robert! Freezy. Baby, please.”

“What? You don’t want to fucking share now?” It was overwhelming and not at all what you were expecting. Pain, a bit of pleasure, and fullness. “You don’t want to take it?” You want them both, but aren't ready to admit it. Caught off guard with him trying to shove his cock into your crowded cunt. “You gonna take it?”

“Robert!” Cherry turns you to look at him, nodding his head. Mouthing out please, “I can’t. Stop.”

“Fucking hell,” Robert grunts. Pulling out of your cunt, he pushes into your ass. Fingers digging into your hips while he fucks you hard. Rearranging your insides, and nothing about this was sweet. It was angry. Pounding into you, while you cling tight to Cherry. Your nails scratch down his arms, but he still holds you gently. Kissing on your skin, as Robert wrecked you.

“I waited a year. A fucking year in that place. You’re going to fucking learn to take whatever the fuck I give you. That was your one fucking chance.”

“You didn’t tell her what you were doing!”

“Don’t fucking tell me what I can do with my Pretty Girl!”

“She needed to be in the right headspace! You know she would have done it!” Robert growls as his hips skyrocket into you. Seeing stars, and not even able to listen to what they were arguing about. “

“She better be glad that I didn’t try to put two cocks into her fucking ass!”

“Shut up!”

“I’m letting you have a piece of my Pretty Girl, and you’re fucking telling me to fucking shut up! Ahh!” His scream goes right to your core as you soak Cherry.

“I don’t want just a piece of her!”

“No, you want to take my place!”

“I didn’t fucking say that!”

“Trying to take her and my daughter from me! I fucked that baby in her cunt before you ever got to feel her! You mother fucking asshole,” with one more hard thrust he empties his load in you, and falls flat on the bed. His chest heaving with anger and confused feelings. He sits up enough to see the mess that the three of you had made, “When the fuck did you cum?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Cherry says, pulling your spent body off of him. He sits up on the edge of the bed, leaning down to get his boxers on.

“Where are you going?”

“You’re daughter is crying, and…well Pretty Girl is fucked dumb,” he glances back at you, and while you were trying to get closer to Robert, you had a hand extended out to Cherry. “I’ll get her settled back this time. And I’m sleeping in my room. You can deal with your daughter next time. Maybe she’ll come to by then.”

Robert watches Cherry walk out the door to tend to Sundae, and pulls you in close to his body. He was too rough and too pushy, and he knows it. He’d always given you a voice and chance to say no, but tonight, he didn’t. He wanted you to prove that you wanted both of them, and right now he felt they were just empty hollow words.

He reaches over to your side of the bed, and turns up the baby monitor. Thinking that Cherry had left, but then he hears a soft, slowed down version of Sugar Pie Honey Bunch. Giving you a kiss to your head, he whispers out, “What have I done?”

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sweeterthanthis · 2 years

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Aww, would you look at that? Your new neighbor is getting a show.

Your boyfriend doesn't mind. He likes showing people you're his. 🔥

The Devil You Don't Know

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Dark!Nick Fowler (sorta 🤭)

Summary: Your husband loves to show you off. Little does he know, the new neighbour in town has far more in mind than just sitting back and enjoying the show.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, mild possessiveness, male masturbation, mentions of infidelity, dark undertones, 18+.

Word Count: 850

A/N: It's been a while. Life has been crazy. Wanted to dip my toe back in the pool. Be kind. Thank you @navybrat817 for always knowing exactly how to destroy me! 💗

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

“Come on, baby. You got another one for me?” Chris croons in your ear; one hand curled over your shoulder and the other gripping the nape of your neck. The sound of his flesh slapping against yours rings through the air, the window in front of you misting with every panting breath that escapes you. “I know you do. You’re still standing, aren’t you? Won’t stop pounding this pretty pussy ‘til you can’t hold yourself up anymore.”

Your fingers dig into the window ledge before you, forehead seeking out the cool relief of the glass. You don't remember how you got there. Just moments ago he was eating your cunt like his life depended on it on the couch. You know Chris enjoys showing you off. Everytime he takes you out you feel the pride that radiates from him when people see you on his arm. But this? This is entirely new.

“Think he’s jerking off, sweetheart? I bet he is. Poor guy’s probably sittin’ there wondering how good you feel.” All you can do is moan in response, catching two of his fingers between your teeth when his hand snakes up to toy with your mouth. You hum around his digits as they hook the inside of your cheek, allowing yourself to be tugged back against his chest. You whimper when his cock brushes that tender spot inside you, slurping on his fingers, drool seeping from your lips and dripping down onto the sturdy rings that adorn them. “You can be louder than that. Know you can. Let him hear you, baby. Let him hear how good I fuck my girl.”

Your eyes flit to the open window. If you weren’t so blissed out, you might be embarrassed. Bracing yourself, palms flat against the glass, you grind yourself back against him; humming in contentment when his free hand dips between your legs. You shiver at the feel of flesh-warmed metal against your clit, Chris’ fingers expertly working the sensitive nub, swiping back and forth at a torturously gentle pace.

“Chris,” you whine shamelessly, “need more. Faster. Please.”

“My fingers? Or my cock?” He taps your cunt with his palm, grinning against your shoulder and grazing the skin with his teeth. “Be more specific, baby. Use those big girl words for me.”

"Your cock." You cringe at the thought of your new neighbor being able to hear your pleas, but you could care less if it means you get to come on your husband's dick again tonight. “Fuck me harder. Make me come. Use me.”

Chris all but growls against your throat, his arm winding its way back around your waist, holding you tight as he pounds into your soaked, spent cunt mercilessly.

You can barely make out the outline of him in the window across the street, but you know he’s there. You know he watches you. Has done every night since Chris decided he was worthy of a sordid little show. You haven’t met him, and honestly, you’re not sure if you could face it if you happened to bump into him in the neighborhood. Not now that he’s seen you fall apart at the capable hands of your husband multiple times this week.

“Know why I let him watch, baby?” Chris asks, his voice husky and his breath hot against your ear. All you can do is shake your head, moaning loudly in time with each brutal thrust of his rigid cock into your cunt. “Let him watch because it gets me off knowin’ that other men wanna fuck my girl. Knowin’ that there isn’t a chance in hell that I’d let him. You’re mine. This is my pussy.”

“Yours,” you groan, feeling every inch of him and trembling when his hips grind against your ass with each firm, insistent thrust. “Only yours.”

Nick Fowler isn’t one to sit back and watch someone else take what he wants. Even if that possession happens to have been in someone else's hands before he even set eyes on it. He wasn’t exactly excited about moving into the shitty little neighborhood, but you? Well, you make it almost tolerable.

Laying low isn’t something he’s used to, but now that he has a little game to play? Well, he’s not as bored as he thought he’d be. He raises his glass to his lips and swallows down a heavy mouthful of scotch, tongue flattening against his palm when he licks at it and moves to wrap his hand around the meaty, throbbing dick standing to attention in his lap.

Nick Fowler only keeps his distance for so long, and soon enough he’ll have you exactly where he wants you.

Beneath him, clawing your nails down his back and crying out that he’s the best fuck you’ve ever had.

It won’t be the first marriage he’s ruined, but if you’re as soft and pliable as you look from afar, you’ll be holding his attention for a lot longer than the last.

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buckgasms · 2 years

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Maximum Occupancy

This is absolute chaos and I don't even know what's going on anymore. I just had to get it out! Hope you enjoy ❤️‍🩹 Bucky has lost a bet in a poker game with his neighbours, so this is his solution......

Warnings: Dark!Fic (please exercise caution), dubcon, p in v, p in a, blowies, handcuffs, rough, petnames, forced exhibitionism, fingering, squirting, I mean

@albinotigerpython @marvel-fandom23 @buckysboobs 💌

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"I'm sorry birdie I lost a bet and I have to pay up" Bucky reasoned as he led you towards the elevator. He took hold of your throat as you waited by the doors, and squeezed. "You don't want me to lose face with my pals do you baby?" You whimpered as the bell dinged and the doors slide open, biting your lip, "no daddy." He grinned like a wolf and led you into the elevator.

He pulled out some fluffy pink handcuffs and clipped you, naked, to the handrail. It suddenly occured to you that anyone could get onto this lift...

"Have fun sweetheart, be good and I'll see you in a few hours."

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Your tummy whoosed as the elevator descended and you watched the numbers drop down to the 5th floor. Your heart thumped in your chest, Steve Rogers. He was Bucky's best friend and it made sense he would get you first, this hadn't been the first time Steve joined in on Bucky's dirty games.

The doors dinged open and there he stood. He had grey sweats, sitting low on his hips, prominent bulge on display and shirtless. It did make your mouth water and then you remembered your predicament.

"Hi tweetie bird, gosh look at you, how pretty". He walked into the lift and popped a key in the panel which kept the doors opened. He ran his fingers through your hair and pushed you to your knees.

Before you could do much else he brought his cock out and slapped you in the face with it.

"Go on baby, do your daddy proud. Don't think we won't be reporting back..." You took him in your mouth and he immediately rammed his full length down your throat. You strained against your cuffs, trying to breath through your nose as Steve choked you. He cursed above you, fisting his hand into your hair and fucking your throat.

"Oh tweetie, that throat is fucking perfect" he groaned pulling out briefly to watch as spit dribbled down your face and onto your chest. You leaned in and licked the long shaft and sucking on his sensitive head. "That's good, good girl" he growled before sinking into your mouth again and fucking in earnest. He pulled out suddenly and painted your face and chest with come.

He tucked himself back into his sweats and turned the key. "See you in a bit" he winked and you watched as the doors slid closed.

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Before you could catch your breath you were whizzing upwards. The doors pinged open and there was Chris, in all his tattooed glory. Much like Steve, he had forgone a shirt and appeared to you in boxers, he flicked the key and helped you to standing.

"See Rogers already had his way with you" he chuckled. He squeezed your breasts, and then ran his hands down your tummy and pressed his fingers into your pussy.

"Soaked, just like I knew you would be. You like being used like a little cum dump don't you sweetheart?" He whispered in your ear as his fingers circled your clit, making you moan. "Tell me you like it" he growled, sinking his fingers into your pussy. "I like it, I like it" you whined and he chuckled.

With very little warning he pushed his cock into your cunt, hitching your leg up to give him more access to you. You squealed as he pounded into you, placing slaps to your breasts, face and thighs. Your eyes welled up as he fucked you raw, rutting into you with no mercy. He played with your clit, and you cried out, unable to escape the endless stimulation.

You could hear the cuffs rattling on the handle bar as you tried to find some relief but Chris wasn't interested in that. You locked eyes with him and he spat in your face. Much to your embarrassment, it pushed you over the edge and you started to come.

He pulled out and covered your stomach in his own release, wrapping a hand around your throat and cursing as he did. You howled, as your came around nothing, wanting so much for him to keep fucking you.

"Aww is baby upset? Here, don't cry little slut" and he thrust two fingers into your aching heat and he jerked until you were squirting around his fingers. You sobbed and sank to the floor as he wiped his drenched hand over your face.

You barely even noticed him leaving as you panted on the floor.

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Nick Fowler appeared next and it seemed he couldn't decide what to do with you. Whilst he decided he spent a while spanking your ass, making it red raw and bringing more tears to track down your cheeks. Finally he sank his cock into your pussy as you clung to the handrail as he rutted into you from behind. You watched him in the mirror, and saw a thin trail of spit leave his mouth and you felt it land on your puckered hole.

"Damn, you're just desperate for this aren't you bunny? Pretty cunt just sucking me all the way in" he moaned and ground his dick extra hard, making your eyes roll. His hands sunk into your hair and he pulled hard as he came, bringing you to yet another release. You babbled nonsense as you felt his come drip down your legs and he planted one, extra hard swat to your ass. You pressed your forehead to the cool glass and you whined as he left, not sure how much more you could take.

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You sank to the floor, looking down at yourself covered in everything, hoping Bucky would rescue you soon. Before you could wonder where he was the screen showed you had reached the ground floor and your stomach sank. What if someone found you?

The doors opened and there stood the Sheriff Lee Bodecker. He slowly walked into the lift and stared down at you. "Get up little slut" he said softly but you whined, your muscles aching. He prodded your leg with his heavy work boot. You flicked your eyes upwards and pouted at him, shaking your head. "Can't Sheriff.... Too hard."

He crouched down and took your face between his rough fingers. "Get up, or I'll fuck you right hear for anyone to see, or would you prefer that?"

Your breath hitched and you scrambled against the cuffs, legs slipping a little on the come and spit that had gathered on the floor beneath you.

Finally you got to your feet and the Sheriff had pressed the button to his floor.

"Was worried I was gonna miss all the fun" he said as he turned so your red ass was facing him and you were back to watching in the mirror. "Has anyone used this yet?" He asked, pressing his thumb into your ass, making you whimper as you shook your head. He grunted in approval and you heard his belt buckle undo, then suddenly his fingers were probing through your wet folds, spreading your juices around, lubing up your ass for him.

That was as much prep as he gave you, sinking his tip into your ass as you cried out.

He hushed you as he pressed further, rubbing at your clit to soothe and torture you in equal measure. You wiggled and tried to escape but he pushed further, until be bottomed out, his rough uniform scratching against your sore ass cheeks. You didn't like Lee very much, but there was something about him, his experience and his commanding voice that soon had you bouncing back on his cock. He chuckled and groaned as he watched you chase your release, his fingers rubbing at your folds until you came loudly, squeezing his dick and bringing him to his own climax, spilling into you.

"Wow, I knew your were a little slut, but that was fucking impressive doll" he said as he tucked himself away. The door opened and he left with a pat on your back.

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You thought that was the end of it, but over the next hour you shuttled between floors, each man taking his time to defile you over and over again. You were barely able to stand anymore, your pussy was sore and puffy and your body was smothered in come from each of their visits.

They also seemed to enjoy mocking you, each of them using their own sweet little names to tell you what a pretty slut you were, a perfect little cum rag, a silly little whore who's only good for one thing. You didn't have much chance to respond or deny. As much as you felt sore and used, you couldn't stop coming when they touched you, moaning and whining when they left you.

One moment of horror came when you were unveiled to some of your neighbors, not participating in Bucky's forfeit. The older couple were shocked to see you, on the floor, covered in come, sweat and tears. You blushed and looked away as they had no choice but to step in and head to their floor. But then you were back with Nick and they left your mind.

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Finally, you were back on the top floor. The doors opened to reveal Bucky waiting for you, a proud smile on his face. "Looks like the boys had fun with you eh?" He teased as he stepped in and uncuffed you. You whined, your throat was so sore from all the use. He easily scooped you up in his arms and you clung to him.

"They all messaged me saying what a good girl you were and I was watching the camera baby, you fucking loved it didn't you princess?" Your head lulled on his shoulder and you could only moan in response. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your sweaty head. "Gonna save that footage for a rainy day? Maybe we should invite them all over to watch?" You shook your head, "just for you daddy, please" you begged, tears spilling down your cheeks.

"Aww ok baby, just for me" he smiled and squeezed you tighter. "Hope you got some energy left babygirl? I think it's my turn now isn't it?"

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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Flutter

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Summary: Chris liked pushing your buttons to see how an innocent one like you would react.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Corruption kink if you squint, size kink, belly bulge kink, choking, slapping, tiny bit of daddy kink, praise kink, pain kink, spitting, messy oral (f receiving), overstimulation, unprotected p in v penetration, creampie (Shelby said my kink is overstimulating my readers and it’s true, I like to continue flicking y’alls beans even after y’all came LMAO)

A/N: Yeah so @xxshelbsxx and I were up to no good since hours ago and this is what we’ve been doing. We literally spent like an hour brainstorming this shit and decided to keep it a secret from Destroyer!Chris hoes so we can surprise them LMAO @bemine-bucky @lookiamtrying Sav, you were right all along about us doing some shady shit ajscnaskjca we had to make up something to convince you that we ain’t planning something for Destroyer!Chris SKSKSKSKKS

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Chris trailed behind you with a smirk on his face, his eyes scanning you from the back of your head down to your calves. He’d worked with you before but not for an undercover task such as the most recent one that the both of you have finished. You were always so classy in the office, so pristine and just...fucking clean, like you could do no bad.

Seeing you undercover as a biker’s girlfriend though, wearing skimpy clothes and being all over him for the sake of the mission? That piqued his interest in more ways than one.

He kept his eyes on you when you finally spotted your room in the dingy motel; Chris licked his lips as he watched your fingers fiddle with the key that the receptionist gave you. Taking a step back, he leaned back and admired your figure as you unlocked the door.

As soon as the mission was done, you were quick to revert back to your normal attitude— quiet, aloof with eyes so innocent it sometimes made him hard. You didn’t waste any time getting rid of your clothes too, changing back to your usual attire which consisted of a button down top and a pair of tight-fitting jeans.

“You know, you should’ve kept those clothes on.” Chris commented with a mischievous smirk.

You glanced back at him with a warning glare, “You know, you should’ve changed back into your regular clothes.” you said.

Chris chuckled softly at the way you judged him, taking in his rugged appearance before rolling your eyes at him. You pushed the door open and walked inside, with Chris keeping close behind you.

“I’m just saying, you looked good in that pair of shorts.” he quipped, licking his lips before shutting the door and locking it for good measure.

You grimaced at his comment, “You’re such a pervert.” you said with a frown, throwing your bag on the ground, near the bed.

Chris watched you with amusement as you discarded your gun holster, carefully placing it on the nightstand along with your badge. With your back turned to him, you craned your neck to the side and groaned when your bones cracked. You were mumbling something about using the bathroom first, Chris really wasn’t listening because he was too focused on your neck and two large strides later, his large hands landed on your shoulders.

You gasped out loud and spun around, taking a step back from Chris who was looking down at you with a certain darkness in his usually blue eyes. Chris wondered why you were so cold to him, even back at the precinct when all he did was try to befriend you.

“Woah, you that scared of me? Just trying to loosen up those tensed muscles.” he joked, seeing how wide your eyes were when you turned to him.

“I’m not scared of you, Chris.” you spat defensively.

Chris chuckled, “Do I make you uncomfortable, missy?” he teased, taking his lower lip in between his teeth.

You shook your head confidently, but Chris saw how your lips quivered when he kept on approaching you until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

“Really? Why do you keep on backing away then? You keep on avoiding me at the precinct too. Do you not like it when I give you attention?” he said, his eyes dropping down to your lips.

Taking a deep breath, you shook your head again and square your shoulders, “Maybe try giving me some personal space? Yeah, that’ll stop me from backing away.”

He shrugged, “Why though? Scared I might corrupt your innocence?” he joked yet again, smirking down at you.

Chris loved how he towered over you, how you always seemed to react whenever he teased you. He wondered, were you as innocent as he thought you were? With how you behaved at the precinct, especially around him, he was sure that you weren’t used to getting all the attention.

Maybe no one’s ever touched you the way he would, have you even had a partner that actually fucked you? Perhaps not.

Were you even that type of gal? One who was down for a hook-up?

“You’re wrong about me, Chris.” you confidently said.

Chris hummed, “Really? Think you can handle me then?” he boldly asked.

He watched you blink in what seemed to be confusion, he caught you off guard with his question, lifting an eyebrow as he licked his lips.

You merely looked up at him with an expression he couldn’t read, and to be honest, it scared the hell out of Chris. He was afraid that he might have overstepped some boundaries when all he wanted was to get a rise out of you, see how far you could take his teasing. He didn’t want to scare you off or make you feel really uncomfortable with him.

Chris backed off for a bit, about to apologize for offending you but you were quicker to react with a hard slap right on his face that caused his lip to bleed. The slap was a strong one, it made Chris’ head turn and jaw ache. Slowly, he turned his head back to you as he licked the blood off from his lips.

The dull pain on his cheek sent blood down to his cock, making it hard and strain against the denim fabric of his pants; Chris absolutely loved how he actually managed to push your buttons, enough to make you react that way.

He rubbed his chin as he looked at you and was almost taken aback by how your pupils dilated, as if something took over you and replaced the innocence in your eyes with pure lust.

“I think I can handle you just fine.” it was the last thing he heard from you before you dropped down on your knees, quickly unbuttoning his jeans.

Chris hissed when you pulled his hard cock out, already seeping with pre-cum, “Oh shit.” he breathed out when you wasted no time to take the tip into your warm mouth.

Fuck. Guess he truly was wrong about you and he needed to know what other secrets you were hiding.

He grunted roughly, gathering your hair and holding it into a ponytail when you took him deeper, letting the tip hit the back of your throat with such an ease that gave away the fact that this was definitely not your first time.

“Shit, fuck…” Chris moaned, feeling your tongue playfully swirl around his crown before flicking against his sensitive slit.

Goosebumps ran down Chris’ spine when you cupped his balls, massaging them as you bobbed your head up and down his length, coating his shaft with a mix of your spit and his pre-cum. He almost lost it when you looked up at him with those innocent eyes, your eyelashes fluttering when you pulled back with hollowed cheeks.

“That all you can do, baby?” Chris teased yet again, yanking your hair back until his cock slipped out of your mouth.

You shook your head, “I want more.” you panted, gripping the base of Chris’ cock before pumping it fast.

Chris chuckled roughly, “Fuck, I knew you were a good girl, but not like this. Show me how good you can be for daddy.”

You whimpered and quickly bent down to take his cock again, letting go of his shaft to place a hand on his thigh as you sucked him. Chris hissed when you traced the vein on the underside of his shaft with the tip of your tongue at the same time you swallowed, the movement of your throat squeezing his cock just right to make him shudder from pleasure.

“That’s it, good girl. Fuck, doing so good.” he breathlessly said, throwing his head back and closing his eyes to focus on the way your mouth was wrapped around his cock.

Unable to hold back any longer, Chris pushed you away from his cock and gripped your arm, pulling you up to your feet so he could kiss you. He moaned at the taste of himself on your tongue.

“You have no idea how much I want you.” Chris whispered against your lips as he ripped your blouse open, sending the buttons flying before he pushed it off from your shoulders.

You reached behind you and unclasped your bra, removing it before clawing at his denim vest, rushing to remove it. Chris chuckled at your desperation to get rid of his clothes, reaching for his shirt behind him to remove it as well.

“Guess you want me just as much.” he said before gripping your hips as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the corner of your lips, licking his way down to your neck as he pushed you down on the edge of the bed.

Chris moved slowly, as opposed to your quick desperation. He fondled your breasts as he sucked the skin on your collarbone, thumbing your nipples until they were pebbled. He felt you shiver at the way his rings touched your skin, the cold sensation giving you goosebumps.

“So fucking perfect.” Chris said against the top of your breasts, before rubbing his stubbled cheek on the smooth expanse of your skin.

The moan that slipped past your lips sounded like music to Chris’ ears. He wanted to hear more, wanted you to moan his name like a prayer.

He ducked his head and flicked your nipple playfully, laughing at the way you whimpered. Your hips were moving on their own, probably seeking relief which he was sure as hell he’d be giving you later, as soon as he was done devouring your breasts.

“God, you have such pretty tits.” he growled before sucking your nipple while his hand played with the other, twisting and pulling until you were a moaning mess beneath him.

“Chris,” you called out breathlessly, letting your fingers scratch the back of his head, “Need your mouth on me…” you asked, swallowing hard.

Chris hummed and continued to suck your nipple while he worked on unbuttoning your jeans, unzipping them at the speed of light and then pulling them down to your thighs. You sighed and gently pushed Chris, just enough for you to be able to completely remove your jeans, leaving you in a pair of white, cotton panties.

You looked so needy like that, on the bed with your chest heaving making your breasts bounce a bit. The damp spot in your panties drove Chris insane, how he was able to make you that wet just by pleasuring your tits.

Seeing how you were squirming restlessly, Chris decided not to prolong your agony and licked his way from your breasts down to your stomach. Dipping his tongue into your belly button, he ran a finger down your panty-clad pussy, feeling the dampness of the fabric as he dragged his finger along your folds.

“Chris...please…” you whined, arching your back.

Chris gazed up at you, admiring you before he bent down to lick a thick stripe against your damp underwear without breaking eye-contact. The way you threw your head back, exposing your neck was enough to urge Chris to keep going. He had always imagined how his fingers would look wrapped around that neck, how his rings would probably leave a mark as soon as he was done wrecking you.

Chris hummed at your taste and pushed your underwear aside, licking the insides of your thighs playfully, not letting his tongue touch your weeping core. He pulled back to stare at your glistening folds, growling when he saw more wetness gush out of your hole. Your thighs quaked as you looked down at him, resting on your elbows while keeping your legs wide open for him.

“Open your mouth.” Chris commanded and pushed two of his fingers into your mouth, pushing as far as you would allow him.

You sucked his fingers and hummed, letting your tongue taste the metal tang of his rings. He pulled his fingers out from your mouth and brought them to his own, sucking them before bringing them down to your pussy.

“You’re fucking dripping.” he said before spreading your lips with his saliva-slick fingers, rubbing you up and down until your knuckles turned white from how hard you were gripping the sheets.

Further pulling your panties aside, Chris growled and leaned down to get a taste. He flattened his tongue against your folds, licking you slowly before taking your clit into his mouth to suck on it. Your legs clamped around his head, his ministrations probably a bit too much for your sensitive pussy but Chris couldn’t care less.

He wanted to taste all of you.

He tongue-fucked your cunt like that, with his hand holding the crotch of your underwear away. When two of his fingers slid into you, a high-pitched wail escaped from your mouth. He fingered you hard and deep, with his rings adding more pleasure that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Chris, ‘m gonna cum!” you moaned, reaching a hand down to grip the back of his neck as you rolled your hips against his face.

Chris moaned into your pussy, pushing his face deeper until his nose bumped your clit causing your orgasm to hit you with no prior warning. He felt your nails dig into the skin on his nape, clutching onto him for dear life as you rode out your climax.

“Tastes like heaven, I want more.” Chris growled and knelt back to slip your underwear off.

And that’s when he caught sight of another secret of yours— a delicate butterfly tattoo on your mound, just above your slit.

Chris must have stopped his actions because you whined and moved your hips, as if begging for more.

“A butterfly, huh?” he asked, staring at the tattoo like he was staring at the most expensive masterpiece in a museum.

You groaned in what seemed to be embarrassment, “I was nineteen, don’t judge me.” you said.

Chris traced your tattoo with his thumb before staring up at you with glassed eyes, “Let’s see how quick I can make her flutter.”

And just like that, Chris’ primal instinct took over.

He ate your pussy out like it was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger. It was all tongue and spit, making your cunt and thighs glisten with your own juices. Chris was absolutely feral, not even caring about the lack of oxygen because he didn’t want to pull away from your cunt.

He could stay in between your legs for a lifetime, tasting you and watching you fall apart for him.

“Chris, fuck…” you moaned, scratching his scalp as you arched your back.

Just as when you were about to reach your second orgasm, he pulled away but kept your legs open. Your whines of protests fell on deaf ears because all Chris would focus on was the butterfly tattoo on your mound and how beautiful it looked across your skin.

His butterfly.

He looked at you for a quick moment, memorizing how debauched you appeared as you rested on your elbows. Your hair was messy and was sticking around your forehead and neck, your face glimmering with your sweat and your breasts, how they moved each time you took a breath.

Chris thumbed your tattoo before slightly bending down, slowly spitting on your pussy. He let his saliva pool around your cunt and watched as it dripped down, following the direction of your folds until it reached your puckered hole.

As if you weren’t wet enough, he spit again but this time on your tattoo before using his thumb to smear it all over, making the butterfly glisten.

He didn’t give you a chance to protest again because he was quick to continue eating you out, but with a new vigor that had your toes curling. He draped his arms over your stomach, locking you in place while keeping a thumb on your tattoo.

“Cum, baby. Cum for me.” Chris’ words were muffled as he pressed his face further into your pussy, assaulting your hole with his tongue by slipping it in and out.

You came with a silent cry, completely soaking his beard with your juices. Chris watched you struggle to pry his arms away from your stomach, your attempts futile because he was much bigger and stronger than you were.

He didn’t give you time to recover and kept on eating you out, flicking his tongue against your folds before fucking your cunt over and over again until your entire body felt like it was on fire. Your clit was swollen, so red and just abused with how Chris kept on nibbling down on it.

The pleasure was too much, almost painful when Chris made you cum the third time. When he felt your shaky hands on his shoulders, it was only then that he pulled away, finally letting you breathe.

He took in your appearance and smirked at how he did all of that to you. Your entire body was trembling but with how your pussy kept on gushing out with wetness, he knew that you wanted more.

His eyes landed back on your tattoo, still unable to believe that someone who looked so delicate had one hidden somewhere no one would easily find. Jealousy coursed through his veins at the thought that some lame motherfucker saw it before he did, he wanted to make you his and his alone.

Chris was too hypnotized by your tattoo that he didn’t notice you sitting up on the bed. It was only when you gripped his face with your delicate hands that he snapped back to reality.

“Fuck me, Chris.” you whispered, swiping your thumb across his lower lip.

Chris was still out of it, too focused on how fucking smitten he was by you that he was easily flipped over with you straddling his waist.

“If you’re not going to fuck me, at least let me do it myself.” you said and quickly sunk down on his cock.

Chris groaned at how easily he slipped inside of your dripping cunt. A chorus of your moans echoed in the motel room when you started riding him, leaning back to hold onto his knees for support as you rolled your hips.

“Goddamn, baby…” Chris gritted his teeth as he watched your pussy swallow his cock.

It was like everything turned into slow motion when he watched you ride his cock, how your body moved and how your face contorted into a look of pleasure. He flattened his palm in between your breasts, sliding it down until it reached your tattoo yet again, something that has been pulling him into a trance.

It was like a trap, something Chris would willingly get into to be completely honest.

Something about seeing the butterfly move whenever you slammed back down on him, how the outline of his cock on your stomach made it seem like it was truly fluttering— Chris had never seen anything so fucking addicting.

A hand around his neck brought him back to reality and by the time Chris was back to his senses, you were already trembling above him. Your fingers tightened around his neck as you came, your pussy fluttering around his hard cock bringing him one step closer to his own release.

He scrunched his face in pleasure, snarling at the way you choked him. Funny how he was picturing your neck wrapped with his hand but here you were, doing the exact same thing to him. He wasn’t complaining though, he wanted you to own him as much as he wanted to own you.

As soon as he felt your body go limp, he took it as a chance to flip you onto your back. He placed your legs on his shoulders and bent down to kiss you, biting your lower lip before sucking on it.

Chris fucked you like that, with his forehead resting against yours. He was growling against your mouth as he pounded into you relentlessly, desperate for his own climax. One hand rested beside your head while the other pressed down on your abdomen, letting you feel all of him each time he slid his cock into you.

Despite being focused on fucking you, Chris’ never forgot about your butterfly tattoo and kept his thumb pressed on it.

“Cum, Chris. Cum inside me, please.” you begged with tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

Chris held your face and kissed you, spitting into your mouth before slipping a thumb inside, pressing down your tongue. His hips stuttered and after a couple more thrusts, he spilled ropes of his cum inside of you. He moaned and allowed your cunt to milk his cock, staying inside of you for a few more seconds before pulling out.

He watched his cum drip out of your pussy and brought his fingers down to play with his release. He smeared it all over your pussy, thighs and mound, not forgetting to taint your pretty little butterfly tattoo with his cum as if he was marking it.

“What’s up with you and my tatt?” you curiously asked with amusement.

Chris chuckled and laid down next to you, turning you so he could spoon you properly. He rubbed his cheek against your shoulder before draping an arm around your waist, pulling your back to his chest before settling his hand on your mound, right on top of your tattoo.

“You got a pretty butterfly.” he said, kissing the back of your ear, “I like it.” he admitted as if it wasn’t that obvious.

Your body shook as you laughed, “It’s just a butterfly, Chris.”

Chris hummed, nosing your hair before pressing another kiss but this time, on your cheek.

“Yeah, but it’s my butterfly now.”

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