#HE LOOKS SO GOOD HOLY. i'm gripping him in my jaws and growling like a possessive dog

[girlsdads]

[azziesbattybaddie]

Sinful slumbers

Helion x reader

Your mate has been performing his duties as high lord all day. who can blame you for pulling him into bed as soon as he comes back to you...

Word count: 2.3k

Requested: no

Warnings: smut, oral F receiving, language, fluff near the end, Helion being the most sexy high lord, Helion also being a sweet little shit to the reader, fingering, like one mention of spitting

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Author's note: holy crap this turned out waaaay better than I expected, it also took on a mind of it's own from what I originally wanted but whatever I think it turned out pretty good. Feel free to let me know if I missed any tags and as always, enjoy!

Author's note 2: hey so like I said in my last post this is most likely going to be the last spicy fic that I write. I just don't really feel comfortable writing smutty fics anymore and like I said yesterday, I'm just clearing my drafts. Im fine with writing like suggestive stuff but thats gonna be the line. Enjoy!

"hello my love" You sidle up to him and press your lips to his jaw lovingly.

Helion instantly smiles as you press you kiss him. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to his body, your smaller body pressing firmly into his toned one.

"Hello, My beloved." He murmurs, his voice a low growl as he bends down to press his lips against your forehead. "I missed you, the days get boring without you."

"I missed you too," You bring your hands up to rest on his lowered back, your fingers slipping under his robes, caressing the chocolate skin lovingly.

The touch sends a shiver up Helion's spine, his body instantly reacting to your loving hands. As your fingers caress his lower back in soft, slow circles, he leans down into you giving him access to your neck. He gently tilts his head to press his lips against your ear.

"you know, I'm starting to think," he whispers, "You're wearing too many clothes."

"I could say the same for you sweetheart..." You place another open mouthed kiss on his throat. Helion hums at the feel of your tongue tracing a line up his neck before you bite softly at his collar bone. His head tilts back and his eyes flutter shut. He moans out a soft, "Gods..."

His hand reaches up to cup the back of your head, his fingers slipping into your hair, gently squeezing at the roots. "You're teasing me, sweetling..." he groans.

"I might be, but can you blame me. Look at what your wearing today."

You retract your hand from his clothes to grip his wrist and pressing his fingers to your lips, kissing his hand delicately while holding his stare. Helion's eyes darkened with desire as he watches you press kisses to his knuckles, the delicate action causing him to bite down hard on his bottom lip.

"I was trying to look professional today, love..." he murmurs, his eyes glued to your mouth against his hand, his heartbeat quickening in his chest. "But you always see through me, don't you? You always know just how to get a rise out of me..."

"you know I've always appreciated when you let your arms see the sun..." You give him a mischievous look as you place a kiss on the inside of his wrist next. "I love it almost as much as when you were nothing at all."

Helion shudders as your mouth presses against the sensitive inside of his wrist, the action sending a spark of desire through his body. He lets out a soft, shaky moan as his eyes meet yours. He knows that look, that wicked look on your face.

"Have you been thinking about my arms, love?" He teases, a sly smirk crossing his lips. "Do they excite you?"

"yes but not as much as your hands do..." You let your grip on your wrist falter and your wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him fully. Helion lets out a deep, throaty chuckle as your arms circle his neck, your body pressing fully against him. His own arms automatically wrap around your waist, his large hands settling on your back.

"My hands, darling? My hands..." he murmurs, his smile widening. He slowly guides you back until your body is pressed against a nearby wall, his hips pinning your body between himself and the cold, smooth stone.

"well you are very good at using them." You kiss him tugging slightly on the individual locks on his hair. A deep, guttural growl escapes Helion's throat as you tug on his hair, a shiver running through his body. His hands, the very same hands you were just speaking about, slowly make their way down your body until they reach your hips. He grips your hips tightly and pulls you flush against him, his entire body pressing against yours.

"You have no idea, my love, The things I could do to you with my hands..." he purrs, his lips just millimeters away from your ear, before his teeth lock around your lobe gently.

"show me..." You push against his chest softly and grab the front of his draped, cream tunic. pulling him to the bad before wrapping your arms around his neck again and dragging him down onto the bed to hover over you. Helion growls low in his throat as you guide him towards the bed, his eyes darkening with desire.

He complies willingly, crawling onto the bed with you until he's hovering above, his body dwarfing yours. He positions himself between your legs, his hands slowly making their way to your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress higher and higher up your legs.

"Are you sure, love? Once I start, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop myself from keeping you here long into the morning... Again..." He chucked knowing that there are very few days where you both get a full night of sleep.

you wave your hand and a golden glow covers your clothing before dissipating the warm evening air blowing through the open windows and over your naked, heated skin. "My love, I've been your mate long enough to know that once you start something you won't stop until your satisfied with what ever it is your doing."

Helion smirks as you cast away your clothing, his eyes roaming over your bare body, his gaze hot and hungry as he takes you in. He groans quietly, his fingers slowly beginning to trail over your bare skin, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake.

"You're right, my love," he murmurs, his voice lower than ever. "Once I start, I won't stop until I have you begging to have me inside you, to have me fucking you until you melt. That's my favorite part," he adds, leaning down to press his lips to the pulse point on your neck. you hum in content as you gently grasp his hand and run it down your skin, starting at the swell of your breast all the way down to your pussy, a shiver overtaking you in result to the touch of the pads of his strong fingers.

Helion's hand follows the path you guide, his fingers sliding over your skin, tracing soft circles over your abdomen and hip bones, his touch leaving a trail of fire where ever he reaches. He feels you shiver under his touch and he smirks in response, his mouth never leaving your throat.

"You're sensitive today, love," he rasps against your skin, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and gently sucking on it.

"I've been waiting for you to finish with your duties all day... Mmm" His skilled fingers finally finding their mark and gently running through you sopping slit and pressing to curl inside you deliciously. You run your hands up the sides of his muscled arms as your eyes close happily. A small moan escapes Helion's lips at the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders on the way down, his muscles tensing under your touch. He lets out a shaky breath as he continues his assault to your neck, nipping at the space behind your ear his lips and teeth leaving a trail of markings on your skin.

"You've been waiting for this all day, love? Were you thinking about this, darling? While I was out doing my duties? I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long, beloved."

"I dreamt about you this morning, and you didn't even stay long enough to fuck me even once..." You ground down and let out a light sound as your hand found his head, pulling his face down to your chest. Helion growls against your breast as you finally pull his face down, his hands pulling away from your pussy to grip your hips, stilling your movements.

"You dreamt about me this morning," He murmurs, his voice slightly strained. "I'm so sorry my love, did you get off to the memory in my absence? You poor thing..."

He gently nips at the sensitive flesh, as he buried his head between your breasts, his hot breath against your skin making your body throb as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. His hands slowly trail down your thighs, rubbing up and down your legs, as he spreads the wide exposing your naked heat to him.

"You must be so needy, love. All worked up and aching for me... Mhmm I didn't mean to leave you all alone for so long but I had so much to do. I'm sorry, lovely." you let him arrange your legs so he can lay between them, holding your thighs up to his waist as he returned to the peaked mound on your chest.

Helion takes his place between your legs, his muscular body towering over yours. He keeps your thighs spread gently under his weight, his hands gripping flesh of your legs, his fingers squeezing gently as he looks down at you with hunger in his eyes.

"That's it...spread for me, love," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Spread for me so I can make you feel good." He continues his attention on your chest, his lips and tongue dancing over your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His lips then find their way down to the side of your hip, biting gently before swirling his tongue over the skin as he sucks gently. He then moves his body lower, gently kissing and sucking along your stomach as he moves, his hands roaming the outside of your thighs, massaging the skin, caressing it carfully as if you were made of glass.

"You are so beautiful, darling. So beautiful and mine... only mine," he whispers against your skin, his mouth moving lower. He shuffles down the bed gracefully until he's positioned between your legs, his head resting comfortably between your thighs. He looks up at you through hooded eyes, a sly smirk on his lips as he looks at you, his golden brown eyes almost completely darkened by lust and desire.

"Mhmm...look how perfect you are... just for me," he murmurs, his hands gripping, squeezing your your ass. He leans down and places a kiss on the inside of one of your thighs, his mouth gently nipping at the skin there as he looks at you, his eyes boring into yours.

"And you're all mine, my love," he growls, his voice low and rumbling. "All mine to touch...to taste...to fuck... All fucking mine..." His mouth moves closer to your center, and he blows a puff of cold air over your pussy causing you to shiver in his hold. as he looks at you with darkened eyes, his lips hovering over the sensitive flesh.

"And I'm going to take my time with you tonight, love. I'm going to take my time to make you feel so good, to make you scream for me," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours.

His mouth then descends, his tongue licking a wide stripe throughout folds. He pulled away and spit down onto you before his tongue flicked out to taste you, to tease you. He moans out softly as he does, his eyes rolling back for a moment at the taste of you, his hands gripping around your thighs to push your hips into the bad pinning you down completely.

"Mhmm...you taste so good, lovely, so sweet my love."

He begins to feast on you, his tongue delving into you, tasting you as much as he can, his body pressing you down into the bed, his hands holding you in place, preventing you from arching up to escape the assault of his tongue. helion lay stomach first on the bed and ground into the bed search for at least some relief for his aching cock.

It didn't take long at all for you to be a crying mess while pulling at his gold cuff adorned locks. Helion groans against you as you pull on his hair, loving the way you react to his ministrations. He loves how he can reduce you to a screaming, begging mess so quickly, his mouth and tongue working you higher and higher. he digs his hips into the bed, rutting harder than he'd like to admit and groans into you as you try to buck your hips up, but he holds them firm to the mattress.

Helion lets out a low, feral growl as you try to thrust your hips up to ride his tongue, his fingers holding your hips in place. his large body still keeping you trapped against the bed, unable to move much at all. He looks up from his position to glare at up you, his eyes dark eyes giving you a look of warning to behave, as he delves his tongue back into you... you voice wavers as you feel your stomach start to flip, the familiar burn in your core before you explode approaching quickly before...

"good morning my love."

The sound of morning birds chirping and sunlight showing through your closed lids. You felt lips on your forehead as you slowly open your sleep heavy eyes. Your mate helion was looking down at you smiling, already dressed for the day as he caressed your cheek lovingly.

"Did you sleep well? You sure sounded like you were sleeping well." Helion said a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smiled down at you. You groaned and lifted an arm to cover your eyes and you turned away from him slightly embarrassed.

"Where are you going so early, the sun hasn't even fully risen yet." You scooch up the bed so your sitting up under the covers. How it it that your mate is allowed to look like one of the gods themselves at the time of morning when you know that you look far worse for wear after helion had his way with you last night.

"I have an insane amount of meetings today, I most likely won't be back until after dinner." He stood planting another kiss to the top of your hair as you tried to lure him back to bed. You drop the sheet to expose your chest and try to tug at he's clothes but he grabs your hands gently and pulls them away from his clothes to kiss them both gently. "As much as I would love to stay in with you today, my love, I unfortunately do have important matters to attend to."

You watched intently as he left your bedroom after reming you to get some more rest. As much as you were aware today would be a very long one after such an unsatisfying morning, you had never been so glad that you just so happened to be a seer. A very long day indeed but at least now you know exactly what you have to look forward to once your mate returns home this evening.

[stardustloserdoll]

could you maybe do a jake smut where he’s pretty rough bc he got jealous but then the after care is all fluffy and sweet 🥹🫶

yours

female reader

"im going to get us some more drinks, i'll be back." jake said placing a kiss on my cheek, disappearing into the crowd. i played with my straw, swaying softly to the music. "y/n?" i looked up seeing it was an old friend i knew. "adam? holy shit its been so long!" i smiled hugging him. "how've you been? didn't expect to see you here."

"i'm good! i'm here with my boyfriend. you should totally meet him." i gasped looking around seeing if i could spot jake in the crowd. "oh there he is." i smiled waving him over. as jake approached us he handed me my drink "jake! this is my friend adam." i said turning to my old friend who sent jake a small smile. "nice to meet you." jake smiled wrapping his arm around my waist. "nice to meet you too.

as i continued talking with adam i noticed jake was quiet, staring at adam with a clenched jaw. when adam was about to say something jake cut him off, his grip tightening on my waist. "sorry adam, but y/n and i have to head home early. we have a busy day tomorrow, sorry." jake gently squeezed the side of my waist signaling me to say something "oh yeah i forgot. i'm sorry adam, i'll see you around. it was nice seeing you again." i waved a goodbye as jake dragged me away.

once inside, jake quickly started the car without saying a word. "what was that jake?" i asked breaking the silence. "did you see how he was looking at you?" he spoke through gritted teeth. "he kept eye fucking you and he kept at your lips like he wanted to kiss you." i rolled my eyes "you're overreacting! we were just catching up!" i said raising my voice, crossing my arms. jake scoffed as he kept his eyes on the road. "you're mine y/n. just wait when we get home."

"strip." jake ordered pushing me on the bed. doing so i took off my clothes, leaving myself in my bra and underwear. he slipped off his shirt revealing his abs and tattoos that i loved so much, almost making my mouth water. watching as he took off his pants and boxers quickly. climbing onto the bed, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. "you're wet already? i havent even touched you." he said smiling at the wet patch on my underwear, making me look away in embarrassment. he slowly pulled off my underwear, running his fingers along my slick folds, making me shiver under his touch.

he began rubbed his fingers on my clit in circles, making me let out a quiet moan. locking his eyes with mine, as he pushed two of his fingers into me. starting with slow pumps that gradually got faster. i threw my head back moaning his name, feeling myself clench down on his fingers, "gonna cum?" jake asked watching as his fingers moved in and out of me. i nodded my head unable to say any words. "too bad." he laughed taking his fingers out of me, making me whine. "i was so close jake."

"don't worry we're not done yet." he smirked looking up at me, rubbing his cock up and down on my folds. in one quick thrust he forced himself inside me, letting out a low moan, making me grip the sheets tightly. "i know you can take it babe." jake grunted as he snapped his hips into me roughly. thrusting deeply into me each thrust, making me wrap my legs around his waist. allowing him to thrust deeper into me. he leaned down biting onto my shoulder hard leaving his teeth marks on me, making me wince in pain. he leaned up quickly grabbing my face and leaned down to me, his lips brushing agaisnt mine. "whos pussy is this." jake growled stopped his movements.

"y-yours jake." i mumbled looking up at him, feeling his cock twitch inside of me. "only i fuck you this good." jake mumbled against my lips, snapping his hips. "say it." i squeezed my eyes shut, tightening my grip on the bedsheets. "o-only you can fuck me this good." i groaned leaning up to kiss him. jake kissed back mumbling a 'good girl' against my lips, resuming his movements. "oh god, im gonna cum jake." i threw my arms around his shoulders pulling him close. "i know.. me too. fuck, cum on my cock babe." jake sighed throwing his head back. my climax washing over me "jake!" i cried out feeling myself release around him. jake releasing after, fucking his cum deep into me. he slowed down his movements watching as his cum leaked out of me.

he slipped out of me, and sighed collapsing on top of me, wrapping his arms around my waist. i ran my fingers through his hair, moving his hair from his face as we both lied there catching our breaths. "you okay?" he asked looking up at me kissing my neck. "im okay." i smiled kissing the top of his head. "you're even hotter when you're jealous." i laughed running my hands down his back. "i should get jealous more often then hm?" jake laughed tickling me.

he got up and ran to the bathroom to grab a towel. he came back and began wiping me down, placing a kiss on my forehead. "you look so pretty." he cooed pinching my cheeks. "i look gross, im all sweaty." i laughed sticking my tongue out. "you look hot though." i smiled admiring his features, as i played with his hair. "i know." he answered in a country accent making us both laugh. "wanna take a shower?" i asked. "i'd love to."

[seraphicloves]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⊱✿⊰ summary: a class 1b girl admires Bakugo, what happens when she finally does something to grab his attention?

⊱✿⊰ warnings: swearing? fighting: mentions of injuries, blood, bullying this is platonic i imagine

⊱✿⊰ notes: this is pretty different from the request but uhh yipee yay im so cool Idrk what to say, I might edit this once I actually write the thing.

His bone crunched beneath your fist, a sickening blow to the center of his nose. You weren't to blame for the fight, it was fully the boy you were beating up who was at fault.

"Ugh, you...bitch!" He growled, wiping blood that was leaking from his nose. You narrowed your eyes dangerously, powers flickering to life. You shouldn't have let his stupid comments get to you, it doesn't matter that Bakugo hasn't noticed you. But the way he acted like he was somehow superior to you just because he was in 2a made you feel infuriated.

You were honestly very fired up at this point, you wanted to smash this dude's face into the ground. For now, you grabbed his collar and gave him a right hook. He was honestly pretty lame, he didn't even block the punch.

"What is going on in here?" A voice boomed, making your back straighten and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The boy had a similar reaction, while also taking this chance to worm his way out of your iron grip.

Rigidly you turned around, plastering a big smile on as you looked at All Might. He was frowning at you, eyebrows furrowed with frustration.

"Fighting other future heroes is not good behavior." He scolded, voice echoing throughout the courtyard. You felt all stares on you, prickling your skin like they were actually touching you. "You two are going to Nezu's office."

Sighing, you followed All Might while sparing a glance to the student who has formed a crowd around you. Your eyes met red, a scowl on the blond boy's face as he stared directly at you.

Bakugo noticed you. Bakugo noticed you.

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"Oi! You, what's your name?" Bakugo called, walking rapidly towards you. (In all honestly you couldn't help but feel your heart rush with excitement.)

"I'm [Last Name] why're you asking?" You replied, trying to keep your cool. Emphasis on the trying, after all it isn't everyday your UA role model notices you. He was hovering by you, arms crossed over his chest and his constant constipated expression on his face.

"I saw your fight and I'm glad that dickhead finally got what's been coming his way." Bakugo said with a shrug, "I wanted to know who actually deserves a place in this school."

"So, I'm...not an extra to you? Even though I'm in 1b?" You asked, eyebrow raised slightly. It was strange, bantering with someone you have imagined as a role model. This felt like a fever dream.

"Eh, you're less of an extra. I'll keep an eye on you, [Last Name.] I hope you meet my expectations." Bakugo said, before marching away once again. Holy...fucking..shit.

You watched him walk away, eyes wide and jaw slightly dropped. Surely this was fiction, surely a hallucination caused by head trauma. You pinched your arm to check, and sure enough this was real.

You hoped to meet his expectations too.

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[opalcicle]

If They Call Me a Slut, You Know it Might be Worth it for Once

Ch. 9 Dumb Men and Dumb Antics

Bizly chapter, f/m, smut all smut only smut

It gets a little rougher. 😘 Tumblr gets the post first tonight.

Bizly gets up off the couch and I can't help but stare. I watch him tuck his thick cock under his jeans and my eyes travel up his body. He chuckles at me and looks around for his shirt. I sit up and stretch for a moment. My pussy throbs and I wince as I stand.

"You okay?" He asks, picking up his slow cooker.

"Your dick is so fucking big," I complain.

He chuckles again, "You like it,"

"I do," I grumble, grabbing my corsette and following him into his house.

I slip out of my platforms and leave my top on a table near the door. He'd gone to the kitchen to put his food away, but suddenly Bizly is in front of me again, pressing me into the wall. He burries his face into my neck again and bites. I squeal in surprise.

"Unless you stop me, I'm going to bruise your pretty skin," he growls.

"Please, Bizly," I beg to be marked and he responds immediately, sucking on my neck, biting my shoulder, and groaning in pleasure the whole time.

My mind spins as he sinks to his knees. "You can show me what that sweet, little mouth does when I'm done," he mutters between bites down my chest and abdomen.

My back against the wall, Bizly gets his shoulders under my legs, wrapping my thighs around his face. I gasp as I'm lifted. I feel him biting into my thighs and slip a hand into his hair. Getting a good grip, I pull his face towards my dripping cunt. The sexy moan he makes gets muffled as his mouth presses into me. His hands hold me up, but I need to place my other arm against the wall to keep my balance. His deep brown eyes look up at me and I hold his head in place.

"I need to- I'm-" I press my hips forward, grinding his nose into my clit as his tounge enters me. I pleasure myself with his mouth from my suspended position. When I feel an orgasm building I pull his face away. He murmurs something that sounds like plea as I tug him by the hair. I only give him a moment before pressing him back to my pussy. I repeat this twice more, getting closer to cumming each time.

Breathing heavy, desperate to feel him inside me before I finish again, I murmur, "let me down, Biz."

He helps me slide down to the floor, leaning into my shoulder as we catch our breath. "You don't want to cum, babe?" The question sounds sickly sweet.

"I need your cock," I murmur. While I play with his hair, I whisper in his ear, "Your tounge feels so good, but I need you in my throat,"

He looks at me with wild eyes and I grab the sides of his jeans. I tug at his pants as he stands, pulling them off and looking up to see his erection directly in front of my face.

"Open up," he grins down with lidded eyes, putting a hand between my head and the wall.

I let my mouth drop open and he slips inside. With my jaw stretched wide, I can't help but whine as he slowly thrusts.

Bizly's low voice murmurs praises at me between gasps and groans, "Such a good mouth, so good... sooo oh god... Fuck yeah baby, use your tounge."

My eyes open to watch my friend looking down at me with lust. Just the sound of his voice makes my pussy drip.

"How hard can I fuck your face, babe?" He starts to find a rhythm. "How much can you take?"

He gradually picks up speed and I choke each time he hits the back of my throat.

"Does that feel good? Do you like sucking my cock?" His voice gets rougher as he starts to get to the edge of his control. "God, I don't want to stop," he groans as he presses in deep. Tears steak down my face and he keeps going. His breathing gets heavier and my throat is getting sore.

"Holy fuck," Bizly growls, pulling out and yanking me to my feet to drag me behind him through the house. Throwing me to his bed, he climbs on top of me. Roughly pulling my legs apart, he waits for only a moment, making eye contact with me.

I nod, feeling startled by the sudden change of location.

His cock presses against my raw hole, pushing in with only my saliva to fight the friction. I yell and whine as he thrusts in hard. It's reaching the point of more pain than pleasure. Bizly grabs my waist, tugging my body closer to connect with his hips. His voice become a loud, unearthly moan. Somehow Bizly sounds both completely feral and like he's finally found relief. Another whiney scream leaves my mouth and I grip the sheets underneath me. Pleasure takes over again and neither of us can seem to keep quiet. Burying into me deeper than before, he leans over me. Arms buckle beneath him and his body presses down hard on me. I tilt my hips so he can keep ramming me into the bed. In the back of my mind I'm hoping he finishes fast. I don't know how much more of this I can handle. Even through my drunkenness I feel like I'm being torn apart. My whines turn to cries as he picks up pace.

Suddenly he's pulling out, "Oh fuck, hey, are you okay?" He sits back up, off of me.

I look down to Bizly holding his cock, still visibly throbbing.

"Yeah, yeah it just hurts," I mumble, wiping tears off my face.

The concearn in his face is endearing, but I want him to cum so badly. Glancing down, I watch him gripping his cock, just barely stroking it. He slowly backs out from between my legs and rolls over next to me, "I'm being rough yeah," the care coming from his voice is sweet, but I don't want aftercare yet. The low growl as he catches his breath sends me to heaven.

Curling into his arms, we are sweaty and our breathing is heavy. "I'm not done," I manage to get out.

"I think you're done," he chuckles.

"God, just keep talking to me," I mutter.

"Huh? I mean I'll shut up if you want."

"I'm serious, your voice is so damn hot, like fuck Bizly," I bury my face up in his neck, nipping along his throat and leaving soft kisses on sensitive skin. "Read to me with your cock in my mouth,"

"Fuck, you're wild," he laughs again. I smile as he draws out the words, letting the tone linger in my ear, "well, If you're not done tonight, what's next, babe?" His smile mirrors mine as he feels it on his neck.

"I like when you're rough. I like feeling like," I take a small pause, "like use me."

"Yeah, you want me to keep fucking you?" There's a playful harshness in the way he says it. His body quickly shifts away, leaving me face down on the bed. His lips still near my ear, I feel a hand firmly on my back, keeping me in place. "What a dirty. fucking. slut."

An excited, unsteady whine leaves my mouth. There's a new energy buzzing in my skin. Bizly definately gets the message.

"I, uh, lube? Please?" Suddenly I'm a stammering mess.

The hand on my back never leaves, but Bizly shifts his body over in bed, grabbing the bottle off the end table. I feel his fingers slide between my legs, easily pushing inside. The sensation of lube being pressed into me sends a jolt up my spine and I shiver.

"Oh you like that?" Bizly teases, "You're so fucking easy."

In an instant theres a loud slap as his hand, sticky with lubricant, smacks my ass. I moan in startled approval as he grabs into my soft flesh.

He moves in behind be, a leg on either side of mine. While he's grabbing my cheeks, massaging and spreading them, his cock pokes at my back door. I raise my hips to guide him to his destination. With more force than before his hand pushes me back to the bed.

"Impatient?" he chuckles.

"You were poking my asshole," I complain.

"Oh fuck, sorry," his confidence breaking for a moment.

"You're fine," I dismiss the awkward situation, "but no butt stuff tonight,"

I hear him inhale, "Just tonight?"

For the sake of his ego, I'm glad he can't see my eye roll. "Your monster cock is not gonna fit, dude,"

"My tounge will," he quips back.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I grumble, face smushing down in the bed.

His hand smacks my ass again. "Got it," theirs a faux hautiness in his voice, "No butt stuff tonight."

Why. I think to myself, Why do these dumb men and their dumb antics turn me on. There's something wrong with-

I'm caught off guard by Bizly stuffing his dick deep inside my cunt. The lube lets him bottom out first try. All thoughts are replaced with the aching of my sore insides and the sound of my own moan. Leaning over my body, he pins me down with an arm on my back. His other hand grips the sheets beside me, where I can watch his muscles flex. I arch my back and my shift my hips to a better position. Thankfully, he picks up a quick pace. My aching body needs all the relief it can get. The pain makes it all sweeter, though. Watching his hand grip the bed tightly, feeling his arm press hard against me, and listening to his gruff, growling breath has me feeling like the perfect toy. He starts to whisper to me while he pumps inside, and I swear I'm about to lose my mind.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he starts. "Does it hurt, babe? Do you like that?" his tone is mocking.

I nod my head.

"You like when I use you?" he continues to tease.

"Mmmf- yeah," I squeeze the words out, high pitched and whiney. Then, just to spurr him on and press my luck with walking tomorrow, I moan, "Bizly, fuuck, Bizly, Bizlyyy!"

"Fuck yeah, baby, scream my name," his thrusts start to become frantic and his muscles tense.

I get louder, pronouncing a sylable between each time our bodies colide. "Biz- ly- biz -ly BIZ- LYYY!"

With speed he sits back up, hands miraculously finding the sweet spot on my hips. He pulls me back against him hard, nothing stopping him from filling me fully with his cock. It sends me soaring.

"Biz! biz! I'm gonna-!" I scream as I lose myself in a sharp, shuddering orgasm.

"Fuck yes, babe, cum for me, cum for- oh god!" He sounds desperate and shaky. Gripping me hard, still trying to bounce my body against his without letting us get even milineters apart, I feel him shooting into me with hot cum.

I fall face first into the sheets again before rolling to by back. I'm sticky, sweaty, and sore. My mind is lost in bliss. Bizly collapses onto me, face in my chest. I grumble at him and he replies with a bite on my tit. I manage to get a hand up to play with his hair. We fall asleep like that, drunk, high, and wonderfully exhausted.

[flintox]

A Kobold assumes that a shrunken dragonborn paladin is some sort of dragon pixie and immediately takes them as a pet or servant. Going by the logic that since they're an even smaller dragon-like thing, they must be to a kobold as a kobold is to a dragon.

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"Release me, creature!" The divine warrior struggled against the over-sized reptiles grip. "Or suffer the wrath of my lord!"

The kobold cocked his head and looked around, for a moment fearing that this lord of dragon pixies was somewhere close by. He giggled at the little ones antics and continued patting their head, enjoying the sensation of tiny smooth scales on his finger. He continued examining the tiny holy warrior eagerly, slowly surmising that whatever lord this tiny creature had, it could not be much larger than itself and therefore not much of a threat. "You serve-serve me now!" The kobold said with a smile! "I'm new lord, yes?"

The paladin stopped his fidgeting for a moment, trying to parse the absurdity that he, a holy warrior of a god would ever be brought down so low as to serve something as wretched and miserable as a kobold. Small or not, he was still a paladin. "Foul beast!" The dragonborn growled, wrestling his hand free and shouting a holy phrase.

A ball of light manifested in his palm, bright enough to illuminate the small offshoot of the cave the kobold had found him in for a brief moment, before the paladin slammed his hand down on the reptiles finger. A sound like the crack of thunder rang through the cave and the smell of something burned filled his nostrils. When his vision cleared, the paladin saw a small black patch now marred the scale he'd just smote using his powers and he quickly raised his hand to repeat the attack...only as he opened his jaws to speak another holy word the fingers around his body constricted painfully and turned what would be a bellowing incantation into a mere squeak.

He gazed up at the Kobold. Judging by the annoyed expression on the reptiles face, the paladin had not injured or even wounded the thing, he'd merely annoyed it. A painful croak sounded from his lips as he felt his breastplate buckle from the pressure of the Kobold's grip and he desperately tried to use his one free arm to push the fingers away with all his strength to no avail.

"Do not sting-bite me again." The kobold said sternly.

The paladin nodded frantically. As soon as he did, the grip lessened significantly, allowing the paladin a gasp of air. Before their head can stop spinning the Kobolds finger is back against it, patting and stroking it softly.

The long snout breaks into a wide grin. "You'll make a good-good servant!"

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[thornsnvultures]

open up ♧

Curtis Everett x Thor Odinson x fem!Reader

Summary: The team up no one saw coming! Except now they're coming on you! And by "you" I mean @fineanddandy cause I wrote this for her 3k/35th birthday celebration 🖤🖤🖤 😘😘😘

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: threesome, oral sex (m receiving), hair pulling, choking kink, breathplay, dacraphilia, pet names (sweetheart, pet), degradation kink, vaginal sex (unprotected, creampie), cum eating, anal play, spanking

a/n: holy shit it was so hard getting this out. I hit writers block so fucking hard. I literally have 10 different documents full of ideas for where I wanted this to go and none of it was working. but for some reason !!! tonight my brain went nah I got you, and I typed this out in like 2-3hrs?? so I hope you like it! I'm only sad I couldn't do more tbh 🥺🖤

unbeta'd, edited by me. if you see any errors, no you didn't :)

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"Nope. Hell no. There's no way I'm fitting that thing in my mouth."

Your manicured nail gestures up and down at the monstrosity leaking in front of your face.

"I appreciate the compliment, pet," Thor laughs and leans back on the couch. He rests arms behind his head, making his massive biceps bulge more.

All the machismo and raw power dripping from this man alone should be enough to intimidate you, but you're not easily swayed.

"What am I supposed to do? Unhinge my jaw like a fucking snake?"

"Or you could shut the fuck up and do it already."

The clinking of ice against glass draws your attention to Curtis standing at the penthouse suite's fully stocked bar. You wish he would go back to silently judging you from across the room, the fucking prick.

He sips his drink as you stare daggers.

"You want to come over here and do it then, boss?"

Thor looks his way and tosses up an eyebrow because of course the Big Slut is down.

Curtis grimaces and downs the rest of his drink, leaving it on the bar top.

"No thank you. I'm not interested in a mouthful of protein shake tonight."

He pushes up the sleeves of his gray henley, making his way over to your pouting self as Thor guffaws above you.

"Now c'mon, sweetheart, don't be shy. Open wide."

Curtis yanks the back of your hair with one hand once you're within reach, taking advantage of your open mouth gasping in pain to shove it down over Thor's bulbous head.

"That's it, good girl."

Your jaw is screaming around the blond's girth, tears already pooling at the corners of your eyes.

Curtis' grip on your head doesn't loosen but he waits for you to collect yourself. It takes a moment, but soon you're breathing through your nose and drooling on Thor's cock.

"Ah, look how pretty those tears are, my little pet."

Thor's deep baritone rumbles through you, almost like an electric current sending a shock to your cunt.

Your full lips ache as you suckle around his cockhead, the taste of him salty and sweet and pooling on your tongue.

It's uncomfortable but not unpleasant taking him like this, running your tongue over his sensitive head, bobbing as much as you can with Curtis' hand on your head. Your hands envelop what you can't reach, using the copious amount of drool pouring from your lips to ease the glide.

"So cute. Those little hands can't go all the way around, can they?"

You make a show of trying your hardest to touch your fingers to your thumb, but you can't and your tightened grip makes Thor chuckle and groan, more of his slick oozing into your stuffed mouth.

Curtis sees a flash of your smirk at Thor's reaction and pulls you off of his length before shoving you down a few more inches. He growls low in his chest, gripping you tighter as you sputter around the sudden invasion, only having gotten a couple gasps of air into your lungs.

"You think this is a game, little girl. Your instructions were to take his cock down your fucking throat, stop fucking around."

Thor pets your cheek as more tears fall. You'd like to think his aim is to soothe you, but the fucker just spreads those tears around, collects them on his thumb and brings it to his mouth to suck clean.

"Delicious."

You're about halfway down his cock with an entire fist still sitting under your lips, your throat pulsing around his tip.

"Suck, sweetheart. Do what good little fuckdolls do and maybe we'll give you a nice bonus."

You distantly hear a zipper coming down.

Just inside your peripherals you see Curtis pulling his thick cock out of his jeans, fisting it so slowly it almost feels menacing.

Your mind is already floating, your eyes struggling to stay open as you force yourself down further, sucking and jerking and rubbing your hand over him. The slick sounds matching Thor's groans and making the wet spot on your panties grow.

Curtis leans down next to your ear, dropping his hand from his cock to wrap around your throat.

"Fuck, sweetheart, look at you. You look so beautiful gagging on cock. Doing what you were made for."

He gives your throat a squeeze. Thor groans above you, the loudest one yet. You stroke his length faster, harder, determined to suck his fucking soul out of his balls.

When all of a sudden Curtis lets go of your hair and you're being lifted up off your knees, your hands falling to Thor's hips to steady yourself.

Thor's cock falls from your mouth and lands with a wet slap on his abs. You cough and sputter, gasping for breath and confused.

"Curtis what -"

You feel the bottom of your dress being flipped up, your panties pulled down to your knees, and in one smooth motion Curtis shoves his cock into your cunt.

You scream, falling forward from the force. Curtis gives you a moment to adjust to his thickness spreading your walls, just like he did with Thor's cock. He's mean but not impatient. He knows you can take it.

Thor's cock bobs in your face like a cobra waiting to strike.

"You did such a good job, darling," Thor's accented praise sends a shiver through you. His meaty paw wraps around his cock and he strokes it, meeting Curtis' gaze over your shoulder for a moment before tapping it on your spit-slick bottom lip.

"Open up. Let me see those pretty lips around my cock again."

You hesitate for just a moment, already feeling sore from taking him the first time.

Curtis lands a quick, hard smack to your ass.

"He said 'open'. Be good. Don't make me hold you down again."

You don't know if you sob or moan but you do listen and take Thor's cock into your mouth once again.

Curtis begins to move then, gripping your hips tight as he slams into you hard over and over. Taking his time opening you up until you're pushing back against him.

Thor's eyes are heavy and lidded as he watches you bounce in Curtis' cock. He reaches for your breasts, your nipples hanging taut and begging to be pinched and squeezed by his thick fingers.

You moan around his cock, the stimulation on both sides is building in your core and Curtis can feel it, can see how creamy your pussy is around his cock as his thrusts quicken.

"So fucking tight. Fucking pussy's like a vice. You gonna come for me? Does she deserve to come?"

Curtis' question to Thor makes your eyes snap open, begging and pleading with your mouth full of his cock to let you come.

"What do you say, pet, should I let you come?"

You're sobbing around his cock, rocking violently in time with Curtis' hips digging into you, slapping against your ass at a brutal pace now.

Thor wipes the tears from your eyes with one hand and pulls his cock from your mouth, using his wet hand to fist his cock.

"Beg, pet. Beg nicely and you'll get my cream as well."

"Please, please let me come. I'll be good. Promise. Want your come, Thor, please."

"Go ahead, pet. Let me see it."

Curtis reaches around and holds your face up by your throat as you fall apart.

Your eyes never leave Thor's as you cry and scream and shake, your juices spurting around Curtis' pounding cock.

Thor's fist flies over his cock until his legs are shaking, his balls tightening and he's growling out, "Open up, pet. Be good and catch all of it."

You come again as Thor paints your face, globs of it catching on your cheeks and nose and mouth. Once he's finished, Thor wipes what remains off your face and onto your tongue. You greedily suck at his digits, moaning on his fingers as your legs shake.

"You look so pretty, pet, covered in my spunk."

"She looks better full of it."

Curtis smacks your ass again and spreads you open, stopping only for a moment to drop a wad of spit on your hole. His hand that was around your throat rubs down your back until he's *there* pressing against your tight bud with his thumb.

"Fuck!"

You shout as he pushes it in, fucking you with it slowly as he continues to pound into your pussy, his hips grinding, searching for that spot that makes your eyes roll back. Thor leans forward and captures your lips in a powerful kiss. You groan into his mouth as he nudges in with his tongue, searching, tasting.

When Curtis gets the angle just right you shout, coming hard and fast, gripping his cock in a chokehold.

With a shout Curtis is right there with you dumping his hot load into your cunt.

"Fucking shit."

Thor gets up from the couch, leaving you to watch Curtis' jizz leak from your puffy cunt as he pulls out.

"Beautiful, pet, just beautiful."

You fall forward on the couch, not caring that your bare ass is still up in the air.

"Stop staring, you two chucklefucks. Can someone get a towel."

Thor is already on it, producing one from behind the bar and wiping you down with it. When he's done Thor plops himself down on the couch next to your limp body.

"That wasn't too bad, was it, sweetheart?"

You stand on shaky legs and stick your tongue out at Thor as you right your dress.

"This," you gesture to the anaconda hiding in Thor's pants, "was a one time thing."

Curtis is at the bar again having tidied and tucked himself away by now. He pours himself a drink and hands you an envelope.

"Your bonus."

"Oh fuck you were serious."

You snatch it out of his hands and check the contents. Content with your findings you stuff it into your purse and slip your shoes on.

You eye Curtis and Thor one last time as you enter the elevator.

"See you at work, boss. You too, slut."

Thor's raucous laughter is the last thing you hear as the elevator doors close.

[prinxejeanne]

requests you say ?? hmmmmmmmmmm

how about some anti angst my dear?? bring on the tears. i dare ya /lh

congrats on all your well deserved followers <<33

This took WAY too long- I'm so sorry about that, dude :<

This also ended up being hurt/comfort because I need my softness >:)

[[Angsty Antisepticeye drabble, could be interpreted as an x reader if you squint?? There's not really anything romantic though, the reader's just comforting him while he's having a hard time.]]

[[Warnings: Self-deprication, blood, brief mentions of violence, reader is comforting someone who doesn't know how to accept help from others 👁👁 (a.k.a. me /hj) . ]]

You weren't very close with Anti- to be honest, you were kind of annoyed by the guy. He was always making some kind of lewd joke, always getting into fights with people, always talking about how much he hated your friends... The only reason you interacted with him was because he lived in the same house as Chase, and you were pretty close with the divorced dad.

So when you walked into house to the sound of muffled wailing coming from the bathroom, you were... surprised, to say the least.

Chase wasn't home, and this wasn't the kind of place someone would normally break into, so you knew immediately that it was Anti.

That, and the auditory distortions helped you figure it out.

You peeked through the open door to find the glitching demon curled up into a fetal position on the floor. "Uh- you good?" you asked, causing Anti to jump up and scramble away from the door.

It had a thin gash along one cheek, and his nose was bleeding pretty heavily.

"Holy shit, Anti! What happened?" you asked, hastily looking in your bag for something to stop the bleeding.

"Fucking... got my ass beat," he muttered, wiping the tears from his face and smearing the blood along with it.

You found some cotton balls and stuffed them into Anti's bleeding nostril, causing a grumble of annoyance from the other.

"With who? The Russian mafia or some shit?"

You got a hand towel wet with the bathroom faucet, moving to dab off the blood that was already smeared over the glitch's face.

"Dark," he replied bluntly, trying to move away from the towel and growling a bit, like a territorial stray cat.

"Well, I don't know who the hell that is, but they need to learn how to control themselves," you muttered, gripping his jaw to hold his head in place as you cleaned off his face. The demon paused for a moment, a shocked look on its face. You squinted your eyes at him. "What's with the look you're giving me?"

"Nothing, I just- you don't know who Dark is?" he replied, dumbfounded. "How?"

"Never met them," you muttered. "Are they a demon too?"

Anti grunted, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," it muttered. "Dark's a mirror-bound demon. I'm a computer-bound demon."

You nodded, not entirely paying attention as you found some rubbing alcohol and poured it onto a clean part of the towel. "This is gonna sting," you warned, before gently pressing the towel to the cut on Anti's face.

He winced, moving away for a moment before begrudgingly letting you disinfect the cut.

"So, why'd you get in a fight with Dark?" you asked, concerned by how reluctant Anti was to accept your help.

"Dunno... thought I could beat them this time," he said quietly, glaring at the wall. "I'm fucking stupid, is what it is."

You paused for a moment, even more concerned now.

"What do you mean? You're stupid for losing a fight?" you asked.

"No, I'm stupid for initiating a fight with the goody two-shoes. Dark beats me at everything- fighting, socializing, looks... they're way better than a random shithead like me."

"Woah, wait a minute- cool it with the self-deprication," you interjected, causing Anti to roll his eyes again. "The more you talk like that, the worse you'll feel."

At this, Anti sniffles and started crying again. You paused, mentally cursing at yourself for being so brash.

"What I meant is... you're better than you give yourself credit for," you explain. "Maybe you have flaws, but I'm sure Dark has some too!"

It crossed his arms, hugging his knees to his chest and huffing. "Well it definitely doesn't seem like it," he muttered spitefully.

"Well, they basically made your brains bleed out through your nose after already proving that they could beat you in a fight," you reply. "That seems like a flaw to me."

Anti was silent for a moment, letting you put a small bandaid on his face.

"...I guess you're right."

"I'm always right," you teased, causing the demon to roll its eyes. "There- you're all better now."

Anti raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face.

"Aren't you gonna kiss it better?" he asked, chuckling smugly.

"Yeah, eat shit," you retort, causing a chuckle from the both of you.

"And, uh- thank you," he adds awkwardly, clearly unused to thanking someone. You grin.

"Don't worry about it, glitch bitch."

[babyboibucky]

Devil’s Mark

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You accept a temp job as a runner for a rockstar’s concert.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: TW! Dubcon if you squint, toxic shit, filthy smut, mean!Bucky, rough oral (M receiving), rimming (M receiving), rough sex, slapping, overstimulation, Bucky marking you with a cigarette burn, MINORS DNI I BEG OF YOU

A/N: So this happened lmfao again, this is not to romanticize T*mmy L*e! I don’t care for him tbh, Seb’s tats and piercings were merely inspos for Rockstar!Bucky. Also, this piece sucks because it’s just idk, rushed and filthy and all over the place but I needed to get this out of my system so I can go back to my other WIPs lmfao

Also Rockstar!Bucky’s theme is Nine Inch Nails’ Closer sjcnkjsnakcs and please, he doesn’t have a goatee in this lmfao that fucking goatee ain’t working for me

Devil’s Mark Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

When you accepted the temp job as a runner for a certain rockstar's concert, you'd expected to follow the orders of the staff— bring some equipment to the other side of the venue, fix the lights over there, clean the microphones, buy them coffee— you know, the usual.

You did end up following orders, except that it involved taking the star of the show's cock down your throat.

Bucky Barnes was the epitome of a rockstar with his kohl-rimmed eyes, tattooed skin and piercings in unimaginable parts of his body. He smelled like smoke and leather, tasted like sex, sin and regret.

This was something you weren't supposed to do, hell, you'd never done something like this. At least, not with someone whom you just met a couple of minutes ago. But good god, there was something so irresistible about Bucky that made you say yes to him almost immediately.

Maybe it was the thrill of doing something that your mother warned you about, or the way Bucky looked at you like you were the prettiest thing he'd seen. Or was it his voice and how it sounded velvety-smooth yet rough around the edges whenever he praised you for being his good girl?

Perhaps it was Bucky's entire existence that made you want to desecrate your own image.

"Just like that. Doin' so good for me, sucking my fucking cock like your lollipop. You like how I taste?" Bucky cooed as he sat on the couch, eyes watching you as you kneeled in between his leather clad knees with your lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

You hummed and gripped his knees, hollowing your cheeks as Bucky's hands held your head to keep you in place. He grunted and threw his head back when you slid lower, doing your best to relax your jaw so you can take him further than you'd ever taken someone before.

"Fuckin' hell, sugar." Bucky groaned and violently pushed your head down, making you choke on his cock.

Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen when he forced you to stay in place. You could feel his cock pulsate against your throat, making you gag on it continuously. Your hands began to hit Bucky's thighs when he refused to let you go, your heart hammering against your chest as you panicked at the feeling of losing all the air in your lungs.

Bucky darkly chuckled, ignoring your actions. "Breathe through your nose, sugar. You can do it, c'mon." he cooed.

A mix of your spit and Bucky's cum escaped your mouth, dribbling along your chin down to your top, soaking through the fabric. You tried to follow Bucky's instructions and inhaled through your nose, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you gagged again.

"Such a good whore for me, aren't you?" Bucky grunted, finally pulling your head by the hair, allowing you to gasp out for air.

Your cheeks were stained with your tears as you looked up at him, your chest rising and falling heavily with every breath you took. Bucky looked down at you lovingly, his hand tightening around your hair and the other gently caressing your cheek.

"You wanna make me happy, sugar?" he asked and you nodded eagerly.

Bucky then harshly gripped your face in his hand, squeezing your face as he tilted your head up so he could bend down and give you a kiss. It was sloppy, full of tongue and spit but it only spurred you on. The way Bucky was treating you was making you feel things you'd never felt before.

"I need your words, sugar. You wanna make me happy?" he asked again, louder this time.

"Yes, I want to." you said, voice hoarse from having his cock violently shoved down your throat.

Bucky slapped your face before gripping your jaw tightly, "Louder, sugar." he growled.

"Yes! Yes, I want to make you happy!" you exclaimed, eyes fluttering when Bucky tapped your cheek while praising you for being so fucking obedient.

You stayed on your knees and watched Bucky as he stood up, pulling his leather pants down further until he was completely naked. Wetness pooled in your panties as you took in the sight of Bucky, wanting him to just use you however he wanted.

To make you feel useful for once.

Bucky sat back down on the couch, spreading his legs as he gripped your neck, tugging you closer to his cock that rested against his tattooed abdomen.

"You wanna make me happy? I want you to fucking eat my ass." he growled and you blinked, not expecting his request.

Bucky noticed the hesitation on your part and leaned forward to kiss you again, this time taking your lower lip in between his teeth and tugging at it harshly until it bled.

"Not gonna ask you twice, sugar." he warned against your lips before leaning back against the couch.

Your trembling hand took his shaft, jerking him off as you bent forward to lick his balls first. Bucky grunted in response, his hips thrusting upwards as you continued to tug at his cock while your mouth proceeded to work on his sack.

A hiss slipped past your lips when Bucky took a fistful of your hair again, tugging you head back and lifting a brow at you.

"Sugar, I know what you're tryna do and that's not what I asked you." he said, gritting through his teeth and just like that, he dragged your head back down in between his legs as he leaned back against the couch.

Words failed to make it out of your mouth when Bucky pushed your face under his balls, his hand reaching down to grip his cock to jerk at it.

"Stick your tongue out, sugar. Make me feel good, you want that, don't you?" Bucky said, keeping your face in between his head.

You were more afraid to disappoint Bucky than your dignity, the feeling of being forced to do things you'd never imagined was making your thighs clench and your cunt weep. It never occurred to you that it was even possible for someone like you to enjoy being treated this way.

All this time you considered yourself holy, someone who couldn't bear to sin even if her life depended on it. And yet here you were, in between Bucky's legs with your tongue flattening against his puckered hole.

"Oh fuck, that's it." Bucky moaned at your first lick.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to get lost in Bucky's taste as you stiffened your tongue to prod his tight hole. His scent enveloped your senses, the sound of his hand jerking his cock coated with his own cum joining his grunts and groans that went straight to your core.

If this act was a sin, then why did it feel like heaven to you?

"You enjoy eating my ass, huh? Sugar? Yeah?" Bucky asked, grinning at you proudly as you looked up at him.

Seeing you like that made Bucky feral, lashes fluttering as you kept your innocent gaze on him while half of your face was buried deep in between his ass cheeks.

A saint who was willing to sin just for him.

Bucky pulled back and smiled down at you as you panted, "You ever been fucked?" he asked.

You nodded, letting him know that you've done the deed but never like this, of course. Bucky chuckled and cooed in amusement while letting his knuckles graze your cheekbone.

"I don't think so, sugar. At least, not like how I'm going to fuck you. Gonna ruin you for other men, make you mine and only mine. You gonna let me do that, sweet cheeks? Gonna let me use you however I want?" he asked but as usual, didn't wait for you to utter a single word to proceed.

Not that you were going to deny Bucky that.

He pulled you up to your feet by the arm, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before he unzipped your jeans and pulled it down together with your panties. Both your hands were quick to cover your mound from embarrassment, not sure whether Bucky preferred his women bare down there.

"Ah, ah." Bucky tutted, slapping your hands away before cupping your mound, making you jolt backwards at the cold sensation of the rings on his fingers.

"No need to be shy about a little hair down there." he said, dragging his hand upwards to play with the triangular patch of hair covering your mound before pushing you down on the couch.

"Open your legs, sugar. Show me how wet that fucking cunt is." he said.

He knelt down in front of you and almost salivated at the sight of your glistening pussy, so pink and so open as you spread your legs. A tinge of pink painted your cheeks as you watched Bucky nose the insides of your thighs, breathing in your scent while his hand continued to pump his cock.

"God, look at you. Dripping just for me." he moaned and then spit on your pussy, making you gasp out loud.

"I want you to make noise for me, wanna hear you scream my name. Wanna hear you beg for me..." he whispered before finally licking your cunt.

You moaned out loud, wanton and desperate for Bucky to keep going. He ate you out like you were his last meal, it was messy with his spit smearing across your thighs. Bucky was rough with you but god, the sounds he'd make as he lapped up your pussy was borderline obscene. Grunts, groans and muffled praises rang in your ear.

"Ride my face, sugar. Move those hips, smother me with your fuckin' cream. I want your scent on me, wanna smell you when I go onstage." he said and dove back in, your hips moving on their own accord as you chased your nearing high.

The surroundings spun around you and suddenly, all you could feel and hear was Bucky. His tongue and teeth on your cunt, his words of encouragement and then you were gone. Letting out a breathy moan when you came, you tried to close your legs but Bucky pinned them down on the couch as he continued to eat you out.

"Keep cumming, I want more. Give me more, sugar. Come on." Bucky urged and added his fingers into the mix.

Your thighs quaked and your clit was burning from how Bucky kept on sucking on it. Patches of your sweat began to soak your top, mixing along with the marks left by your drool and Bucky's cum.

"Bucky, I can't..." you sputtered out, grabbing at his hair and tugging him away.

That earned you a hard slap on your cheek, the sting only adding to the pleasure that was yet again building up within your core.

"Yes you can and you fucking will." he said and started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy hard and fast until you were crying out again as another wave of orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

You weren't even done riding out your first climax when your second washed over you. And Bucky was relentless and damn insatiable, getting up and sliding his cock into your throbbing cunt.

Your throat went dry with how your moans were slowly transforming into a high-pitched shriek. Bucky was unforgiving as he fucked you, ignoring how your hands were scratching at his forearms in an attempt to escape their grip on your waist. The pleasure was too much, it was borderline painful but it was addicting.

The way Bucky's cock was extending your second orgasm to the point of coaxing out a third was making you delirious.

"You gonna pass out on me, sugar? Can't take my cock that well, huh?" Bucky mocked, his palm tapping your cheek to keep you awake.

You shook your head and tried to speak but couldn't do so. All you could do was whimper and babble like a fucking idiot as Bucky pounded into you. Just as when you were about to explode, his thrusts turned slow and languid, giving you an opportunity to recover.

"You still with me?" he asked with a chuckle, running his fingers through his sweaty locks.

Swallowing, you hummed in response and ignored how your body felt like it was literally on fire. Bucky reached for his leather pants on the ground without pulling his cock out from your cunt. Taking out a cigarette stick and a lighter, he placed the stick in between his lips and lighted it up. He slowly pulled back at the same time he took a drag from his cigarette, the pleasure building up once more as he pushed back into you.

Bucky almost looked ethereal like that with the fluorescent light illuminating behind him, puffs of smoke surrounding his figure as he stood in between your spread legs. His nipple piercings glistening, his tattooed arm flexing when he grabbed the back of your knee, pushing it down onto the couch to further open you up.

"Tell me you're mine to use." he said, nodding his head at you.

"I'm yours to use, Bucky." you whispered.

He smiled a charming smile, almost boyish in charm as opposed to his rugged and rough appearance. And then he sped up his thrusts again, making your toes curl and your fingers ball into fists.

"Yeah, you're mine?" he asked.

You nodded, face scrunching up in pleasure. "Yes, Bucky. All yours. I'm yours, please..." you pleaded.

"Please what, sugar?" he taunted.

"So close, I can't..." you didn't know whether you wanted to cum again or if you wanted him to stop.

Your body was buzzing from overstimulation but Bucky loved it. He loved seeing you like this, wrecked and sobbing. He merely laughed and blew smoke into your face.

"You can, sugar. Gonna make sure you cum again." Bucky growled, snapping his hips in a particular angle that brought you so close to the edge.

"Gonna mark you to make sure no one will want to mess with you." Bucky said, taking his cigarette out from his lips and then pressing it down against the inside of your right thigh.

Your scream was from the combination of pain from the burn and pleasure from your orgasm, making your body tremble on the couch. Your eyes rolled, tears spilling from your eyes and your spit seeping from the corner of your swollen lips.

"That's right, fuck. Milking my fucking cock so well." Bucky grunted followed by a breathy moan when he spilled his seed inside of you without any warning.

Too spent to even realize it, you laid on the couch almost lifelessly when Bucky pulled out and started dressing up as if he didn't just fuck your brains out. It took you a few minutes to return to the right headspace and when you finally came around, Bucky was dressed up in a loose muscle tee and his leather pants.

He walked over to you and bent down to squeeze your face in his hand, eyes glazing over your naked body before he looked back into your half-lidded eyes.

"Goddamn, sugar. Lookit you." he darkly chuckled before kissing you sloppily.

And then just like that, he was out of the dressing room. You looked down at yourself, naked from the waist below and flinched at the cigarette burn on the inside of your thigh. The ache was tolerable now, your intense pleasure masking its pain when Bucky pressed it against your flesh.

The burn was in stark contrast to your skin tone. It stood out, haunting you and reminding you that you sold your soul to a devil on earth— the devil's mark.

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[tumbledfreckles]

Your shirtless JP submission was incredible ❤

What I was going to request is a combination of shirtless James and your current "names" drabble kick. It may kill me, but I'm willing to take the risk if any inspiration strikes you 😉

I hope this is okay! I don't think it quite beats the locker room, but this is what came out!

As moments went, it wasn’t one of her best.

Lily could admit this quite readily from her current position. She could also admit she hadn’t meant to end up here. Mistakes had been made. Consequences must now be worn.

Fuck.

If only it wasn’t so embarrassing.

If only he hadn’t taken off his shirt.

“Evans?”

“I’m fine.” The words were bitten out of her. Automatic. More than a tad defensive.

“You sure? You hit the ground pretty hard.”

“It was nothing. I’m fine.”

“Can I at least help you up?”

Lily blinked one eye open, seeing a shadowed silhouette above her. Her other eye slowly followed, though she squinted and grimaced in pain. The dull ache in the back of her head pounded with much sharper alacrity as she recognised the shape of James above her. As if she needed to. As if she hadn’t already recognised his voice.

“Sure,” she sighed, taking the hand he offered.

His warm calloused fingers clasped around her own as a spark travelled from her head all the way to her fingertips. Or maybe the spark had started in her fingertips? Maybe it had started in his?

Merlin, her head hurt.

James pulled Lily up with ease, catching her around the waist with his other hand to steady her once she was on her feet. She felt her eyes close involuntarily, swaying precariously on the soft grass. Her head pounded, spinning the world in circles, and she cursed her clumsiness for making such poor decisions on her behalf.

A low groan escaped her throat.

“Alright, Evans?” Her hair was brushed back from her face, his thumb stroking gently across her cheek. “That was quite a spill.”

Lily forced herself to open her eyes, but the glare that followed was completely natural. “Peachy.”

“Do you want me to take you to Pomfrey?”

“Definitely not.” Belated embarrassment, as the throbbing ceased just enough to allow other thoughts, other emotions, tinged her cheeks red, and she ducked her gaze.

Holy shit.

And there.

There it was.

Right there, right in front of her, way too close for comfort, way way too close for her to not want to stare, want to touch, want to lick, was the reason for her fall.

Lily couldn’t tear her gaze away. James’ shirtless chest, bare, ripped stomach stared back at her. Smooth, tanned skin shone, the occasional bead of sweat highlighting muscle definition in a way that left her mouth dry. Toned muscles pulled and stretched, a fine dusting of hair trailed down under the waistband of his Quidditch pants.

Look up, Lily.

Her eyes flew back up to James’ face, to find him looking at her strangely. For several awkward, humiliating moments, Lily thought he’d realised she’d been gawking at him, and was about to take the mick something terrible. Then she realised he’d asked her something, probably more than once.

“Sorry, James, what did you say?”

“I asked if you remember what -” James stopped short and frowned. “Wait, what did you just say?”

Lily blinked, a still painful process that required a lot more conscious effort than it should. “I asked what you said?”

He was shaking his head before she even finished speaking, “No, not that.” He stepped a bit closer, squeezing at her hip. The touch startled her. She hadn’t even realised James still held her. A feat that hinted strongly at an emerging concussion, given she’d recently succumbed to the idea that she’d developed a constant awareness of him.

“What?” She wanted to move back, but his grip was insistent.

“You called me James.” His tone was soft, uncertain.

“What? No,” she went to shake her head, but stopped quickly when her vision blurred. “No, I didn’t.”

“You did,” he argued, lips quirking at the ends. “Just how hard did you hit your head?”

“Hard,” she sighed. It was the wrong thing to say, however true. James started to frown, concern taking over his features, and she hastened to put him at ease. It wasn’t his fault. Well, it was, but not in a way she could tell him. “Hardly, it was just a bump. It’s nothing, I’m alright, stop fuss…” her gaze had snagged on those abdominals again, chiseled and just begging to be fondled.

Jesus Christ, he was fit.

“Evans?”

“James, I’m fine.”

He blanched, letting go of her waist this time. He stared at her, and Lily didn’t blame him. Looking back wasn’t an option, looking down is what had gotten her into this mess in the first place, so Lily fixed her gaze just over his shoulder, just past his ear, out toward the lake, instead.

“You did it again.”

Lily huffed. Rolled her eyes. Refused to engage.

“You called me James, again.”

“I have a concussion. It slipped out.” She tried to make herself sound bored. Undisturbed.

But she wasn’t bored.

And she was disturbed.

She’d never called him James.

She’d also never tripped over herself because he’d pulled his shirt off, walking back across the grounds after practise, but that seemed a lesser issue right about now.

James stepped closer, reaching to take her elbow. “Just let me take you to the Hospital Wing.”

“No.” She tried to pull away, but he held tight.

“You’re not yourself.”

“I’m fine.”

“You called me James.”

“I wasn’t thinking straight!”

James let loose a growl. “Well, which is it? Either you’re fine, or you’re not.”

“I, you, well, uh,” Lily gave her own small fit of noise, frustration, confusion, and embarrassment and pain boiling over.

“Evans?”

“I don’t know, alright?”

“Let me-”

“No.”

“Evans, you’re -”

“Stop it! Look, could you just put a bloody shirt on so I can think straight?”

Oops.

James stared at her for a second time. Probably wondering if she’d lost her mind. To be fair, Lily didn’t think he’d be wrong coming to that conclusion. She felt absolutely stark, raving mad.

“Lily.”

He’d never called her that, either. The use of her first name tipped her gaze to his. His thumb helped, then gently traced the edge of her jaw. It softened the blow her ego had incurred, dulled the drilling in her skull. He smiled, a tender, gentle, beautiful thing that felt like a balm.

It made his next words that much more jarring.

“Are you telling me you hit your head because I took my shirt off?”

Turns out nothing will clear your head like a very fit, very shirtless guy realising that you might be attracted to him.

“No.” Lily backpedalled. Hard.

“Is it possible you were distracted by me?” He was enjoying this too much.

“No.”

“Evans.”

“You’ve got it wrong.”

“Evans.”

“That is not what happened.”

“Lily!” Her own name brought her up short again, just like his had him. It sounded so different when he said it. He took advantage of her quiet and continued. “It would be okay, if it was, you know.” James ran a hand through his hair, before reaching out, twisting a lock of her own around his finger. “I’ve done far worse for your attention.”

“I’m aware.” He was so close, her voice lacked its usual bite. “That’s not what this is.”

He was so warm. So practically naked.

“What is it then?” He was practically against her now, her jumper brushing against his skin.

“Concussion.” Her hands came out to push him away, but the moment they landed on his skin, she became mesmerised by the silky feel, the heat that radiated out of him, and couldn’t complete the action.

James’ hands both cradled her head now, soothing and stroking and caring. Lily tried not to wince as his hands ran over the emerging lump at the back of her head, but he saw it anyway. His frown was back as he looked down into her eyes. “I’m taking you to Pomfrey in a minute. And I’m not listening to arguments.”

How was she meant to counterpoint when he was overwhelming her? She nodded dutifully.

He dipped his head, pressing his lips to her forehead in a soft kiss. “I’m sorry for making you fall over,” he murmured.

“You didn’t” Lily tried to refute him, but James wasn’t listening as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Let me make it up to you, then we’ll get you checked out.”

“What -”

Oh.

As far as apologies went, it was a pretty good one. James caught her lips with his, pressing his body against her, angling her head delicately, as if she was this fragile, breakable, precious thing. It was undeniably sweet, with more in that kiss than Lily’s poor, melted, muddled brain could process. The tingles she’d felt in her hand, the ones she’d thought had come from her brain, she knew now they were definitely from him, as they raced through every location where their bodies connected.

James was smiling as he pulled back. “I should take my shirt off more often.”

Lily winced, though she knew her lips curved upwards as well. “Only if there’s a bed, or something soft behind me.” Her eyes widened. “I didn’t mean -”

“I reckon that could probably be arranged,” James chuckled as he put his arm around her. “But let's go get that head checked out, make sure you're not going to change your mind when the world stops spinning.”

Unlikely, Lily thought. But she wasn’t going to ruin a pleasant trip back to the castle, tucked up in James’ arms, by letting him know. If she was lucky, played her cards right, maybe he’d even apologise again on the way.

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Kinktober day 27 - Exhibition

Can be read as voyeurism as well if you look at it from buckys pov lol! Should I make it a two in one? I'm flexing my writing muscles by writing mean Steve and soft Ransom!

Summary - You help your boss relieve some stress and Steve teaches Bucky a lesson.

Warnings - 18+ only, smut (m/f), name calling, mean Steve, sir kink, making Bucky watch, boss/employer relationship, sugar relationship, office sex, cockwarming, probably dub con.

Pairing - CEO!Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader.

Word count - 2.8k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You narrowed your eyes, concentrating on your nails to get the perfect stroke of red paint on it - the color ‘berry red' Mr Rogers had picked out for you.

He pretended to be annoyed by your acrylics but you knew he had some sort of weirdly obsession or fetish about them. He loved staring at your hands, holding them so delicately in his, a stark contrast to how he had not-so-gently fucked you just minutes ago.

He absolutely loved kissing your little toes, making his way up your leg but that may just be his way of being an asshole who liked to test your patience.

The hissing sounds he’d make when you dug them in his shoulders or back was absolutely delicious. Even more so than looking at the aftermath of beautiful red marks scattered all over his back.

“Miss L/N,” you yelped, almost spilling your nail polish over your desk as you heard his voice on your intercom.

You cleared your throat before pressing the button to answer, “Yes, sir?”

“Come in here for a minute.” He rasped, his voice strain, almost as if he was holding some back.

You put your stilettos back on, carrying a note pad to write down whatever task he had for you - though you had an idea how this would go, or at least you hoped it would. Just the thought had you rubbing your thighs together.

You pushed his door open, “What can I do for you, sir?” you asked as you stood in front of him while he sat back on the leather couch, his legs wide open, his tie and coat discarded and his sleeves rolled up till his elbows. You wondered if he knew just how sexy he was. Holding up the notepad, feigning innocence and playing the part of the diligent assistant. You did sort of assist him in your own way.

“Come here and get on your knees. Help me relieve some stress.” He pushed back into the cushion as you laid the note pad on the coffee table and walked around it to him, kneeling in front of him you placed your hands on his knees.

“That’s a pretty color. Is it still wet?” he brushed his finger over your knuckle, careful not to touch your nail.

“Yes, sir.”

“Best not mess it up then.” He pressed his lips in a flat line. “I’ll have to do the work for you, like I always do. You’re such a spoiled brat you know that but it’s my own fault. I need to start being stricter with you.” He tutted as he took his cock out of his pants, pushing your head down on it.

You only grinned up at him. You couldn’t even pretend to be sorry, not when this boring slow workday just got infinitely better. You’d rather do this than take notes or attend another meeting.

You took his throbbing length in your mouth, choking as his tip hit the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. “Just relax your throat,” he reminded you as you swallowed around him, “remember what I taught you.”

You didn’t know the first thing about sucking cocks, especially ones that were as well-endowed as Mr Rogers'. He was uncharacteristically patient with you while he taught you and let you get used to him.

“Fuck me. That mouth of yours...” he groaned as threw his head back, holding your head down on his cock. It had taken so long to train you. But it was worth his patience when you fucked him so well with your hot mouth.

He tightened his hold on your head when you tried to pull away. He laughed as you looked up at him like a confused puppy.

“Just hold it in your mouth like that for a while till I get this work done.” He smirked as your eyes widened.

He loved testing your patience and giving you pushing your boundaries. Be it your favorite new fuzzy pink handcuffs he used to tie you to his bed, or a trip to an exotic country.

You whimpered around his length, drool dribbling down your chin onto your neck. “You can swallow if you want, sweetheart. But that’s it, if you try doing anything else you can kiss your orgasms, and that Chanel bag you’ve been whining about,” as if to prove his annoyance he rutted his hips up into your throat, making you choke on his length, “goodbye. Understood?”

You nodded and swallowed some of your dribble, you couldn’t really answer with mouth full of cock. Laying your head on his thigh, suckling around him like you would to a popsicle, he did say it was okay for you to swallow, you closed your eyes. Your mind hazy, in a state of calm you often reach when you were with him, you did vaguely hear the door open but you thought that was just your imagination.

“Holy fuck!” You snapped your eyes open as soon as you heard the foreign voice, “Sorry, Steve, um... I’ll just come back later,” You recognised the voice as Mr Rogers' best friend Bucky.

You cheeks immediately heating up upon being caught red handed. Your relationship with your boss wasn’t really a secret but it wasn’t something everyone freely talked about either. You were sure Bucky knew about it, of course he did, sir tells him everything, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

“No.” Steve said gruffly as you looked up at him with your brows furrowed, holding onto your head so you wouldn’t pull away. “Come in, Bucky. I need to discuss something important with you,” getting a firm grip on your head he pulled it back only to push you back down, “Sit over there,” he instructed, nodding towards the arm chair in front of him.

Bucky had no idea what the fuck he had walked into. He was into some freaky shit, having made love to more than one person at the same time more times than he could count. Never, in his thirty something years on this earth, did he think he'd watch his childhood best friend in such a scenario.

Nevertheless, he did as he was told. Laying aback, he was transfixed by your head bobbing up and down the loud squelching noise your mouth made on Steve’s cock, he couldn’t really see it but he had caught a glimpse of it in the locker room once. He knew it’d definitely be hard to suck. You seem to be doing a pretty good job at it from what he could tell by the little, strained grunts escaping Steve’s mouth.

He adjusted his crotch to make room for his erection and then felt a blush creep up his cheeks and neck, because he really shouldn’t get excited over something like this.

“Uh, Steve, um...” he couldn’t speak, what was he supposed to say? “What? I’m, I mean...”

“What happened, Buck? I thought you’d enjoy watching my girl while she was on her knees,” he gritted, finally pulling your head off of him.

You felt butterflies somersault in your tummy at being called his. He had never done that before. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes, proud to be officially his.

“Since you don’t mind ogling her,” he spat.

Bucky sat up straight, take aback, definitely not expecting such accusations and to be caught. He thought he was subtle about it, he did look at you and touch a bit too long for it to be considered appropriate. He flirted with you a bit more than he does with others, but that was only because you flirted back. He always assumed that it was harmless. You both weren’t doing anything wrong and Steve would never find out anyway.

With the way Steve was glaring at him with his jaw clenched tight and blonde brows furrowed together, he definitely regretted it..

...or maybe he didn’t.

Not if he was going to get a show out of it.

“Steve,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “Of course I looked at her. How could I not.” He growled, looking at your direction as you made yourself small by hugging Steve’s calf - wary of his intense gaze. “Besides she’s not yours.” he smirked as Steve’s jaw dropped.

“I just fucking told you she’s mine.” he dismissed him, looking down at you.

“Making her blow you at work and buying her tacky things doesn’t make her yours. That’s not how you treat a lady or did you forget everything your ma taught you?” he stated. “Really, doll? I think you can do better than him.”

Pulling you up by slipping his hands under your arms, he manhandled you till you stood up straight, your knees wobbly and sore. “Turn around,” Steve ordered and you followed, turning towards Bucky.

This did not go as Steve had wanted it to. His plan was to scare Bucky off, but he should’ve known his best bud would not go down without putting up a fight. His hands caressed and smoothed over your sides.

He pulled up your skirt, even though you feebly tried to fight his hands off, spreading your weeping lips with his fingers he gave Bucky a nice view of your pussy. “She’s got a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?” Steve gritted, studying his friend’s face.

“She definitely does,” he replied, arousal seeping into his voice.

“Shame you’ll never get to touch it,” he taunted, pinching your clit as you keened, holding onto his wrist, your thighs quivering. “She doesn’t wear any panties because I told her so. Bet she’s not wearing a bra either, are you, baby?” he asked, he knew the answer - he could clearly see it but he wanted to show Bucky.

“No,” you let out a shaky exhale as his fingers smeared your juices around your bundle of nerves, his finger nudging at your entrance before slipping in. You tried to hold back your moans, you really did, you were on edge with someone observing you like that but you couldn’t stay quiet. Not when he played you so expertly with his fingers.

But then he withdrew his hand, giving your ass a harsh slap, “No what?”

“No - no, sir,” you heaved.

“That’s right,” he hummed, playing with the patch of hair above your mould, “Now, remove your clothes. Hurry, I don’t have all day. I’m a busy man.” He sat back, letting you do the work for a bit.

You furiously shook your head, peering at your boss over your shoulder, pleading him with your eyes.

“Let’s give Bucky here a good look at you. What’s the point of having such a pretty slut if I can show her off from time to time. I won’t ask twice.” He stated, matter-of-factly.

And because you knew what happens when you disobey him, you followed. Wiggling your hips side to side to step out of your pencil skirt. Before undoing the buttons of your silk blouse and letting it slip over your shoulders. You were about to step out of your heels - mostly because they weren't not making this ordeal any easier.

“No, keep the heels on.” Bucky said. His tone not nearly as demanding as Steve’s but you listened anyway. A part of you wanted to please him. You shifted on one foot to other, left only in your Louboutins and the tiffany’s necklace and earrings Mr Rogers had got you when you first deep throated him.

“You weren’t kidding, Rogers,” Bucky praised, unabashedly looking over your nude body, licking his lips at the sight of your hard nipples. “Play with your breasts for me, doll.” He asked. He knew he couldn’t touch them, no matter how bad he wanted to, but making you do it was the next best thing.

Your hands travelled of their own accord, holding onto your heavy breasts and the massaging them, lifting them up before you rubbed both your nipples with your fingers, “Like this, sir?” you asked, as if you didn’t know any better.

Bucky felt himself almost burst in his pants, like a goddamn teenager when you said that. “Jesus, Steve, you really hit the lottery with this one.”

“Mm-hm,” Steve hummed, easing two thick fingers into your heat, his other hand squeezed your titts, you gasped and squirmed, trying to squeeze your legs shut while letting out little mewls. “She’s so responsive too.”

“Alright, baby,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you without giving you that sweet release, no he had much better plans, “Now, you’re gonna ride my cock like the good little whore you are. Can you do that?”

“No!” you panicked.

Because: A – he was hung like a horse. It was impossible to ride him while you were on top where you could feel all of him.

And B – you weren’t sure if you wanted to do that in front of another man, even if the idea sounded tempting, there’s no way you could perform under that kinda pressure.

Steve made a ‘tch' sound, shaking his head despondently “You’re making me look bad, princess,” he sighed.

“I - I’m just nervous,” you made the mistake of looking over to Bucky, the huge budge in his pants and his lust blown eyes and making you shiver.

“Don’t forget, slut, you wanted this.” He reminded you.

You clenched your eyes shut. You did. You had asked for a threesome with Bucky, because fuck he was almost as hot as your man, and Mr Rogers had spanked you raw as punishment. You weren’t able to sit for an entire week after that. You knew he wouldn’t say yes and were anticipating some sort of punishment so it was a win-win for you. You never thought he’d take your request seriously.

“I did,” you agreed.

Taking a deep breath, you held Bucky’s gaze, there nothing to be scared of or to be intimidated by, it was just Bucky, he seems to be the one who is taken with you. You hold the power here.

You lowered yourself till you were hovering over his hard cock, gripping the base of it and easing it into your cunt. Your movements slow and deliberate. If you did it properly there was no reason for it to hurt.

You sighed when he was fully sheathed inside you, putting most of your weight on his thighs and leaning back till his front was flush against your naked back.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, no matter how many times I fuck you,” he rambled, drawing patterns on your clit as you wailed, the sensations wrecking havoc on your, already sore pussy. “Move, sweetheart,” he tapped on your hip, his tongue peeking out to lick a tear off your cheek.

You nodded and sniffled, you didn’t even realise you had started crying. Holding onto his upper thighs for support and looking back at Bucky you pull yourself up just a little bit while Bucky palms his cock through his dark jeans.

You set a steady pace, your breath hitching every time his head brushed against your cervix. Your titts bouncing in tandem with your hips.

“Such a good girl,” Steve kept praising you, trying his best to hold back his climax, there was no way he was going before you. Pressing kisses on your back, which was covered with a sheen of sweat, “You’re so good at doing what you’re told, baby, just a little more. Are you almost there?” he cooed.

You nodded, Bucky, your sir, everything around you slipped into a abyss as your orgasm washed over you.

He rutted his hips into yours, his sac slapping against your ass as filled you up with his spend as your pussy flutter around him. It didn’t take long for Bucky to follow, releasing in his pants soiling his briefs and his jeans. His groaning pulling Steve out of his haze.

Calling out your name, he pressed a kiss to your jaw, “Your work here is done. Go back to your desk, I have an important meeting with Bucky. You can take off early, I’ll see you at home.” He told you. “And you better not clean yourself up. I want you full you of my cum so you remember who the fuck you belong to.”

“Bu – but it’ll slip out! There’s so much of it!”

“Then you clench that pussy real tight.” He ordered you as you nodded, pulling his soft cock out of you, you contracted your muscles so none of his cream would spill.

Slipped your skirt and blouse on you headed for the door before coming back and collecting your note pad, “Oopsie,” you giggled, feeling their eyes on your behind as you swayed your hips and walked back to your desk.

You typed away at your desk and waiting for the day to be over. Maybe you could convince Steve to eat his cum out of you. If you could get him to give you an almost threesome you can definitely make him do that.

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Parallels/metaphor/whatever of john winchester and god both as absentee fathers in hbo spn?

"I can't," Dean hissed.

His hand was shaking. Why was his hand shaking? This was something he'd done a thousand times. He'd lost track of the number of girls he'd kissed.

And yet… his hand shook. His hand shook as it cradled the one which cupped against his cheek, and it only served to make this whole thing all the more intimate.

The boy sighed, and Dean could feel the weight of his breath. "I thought you liked me."

"I do!" Dean said, even as the hand slipped out from under his. "I do, I do, swear to God I do."

"I-it's okay," the boy said. His hand dropped back onto his knee. "Look, I-- I get it, man. You're a guy's guy, and I'm… I dunno."

"Hey." Dean but his hand on the boy's shoulder and gripped it firmly. Though this steadied his hand, he could suddenly feel the way the boy was quaking. "It's nothin' to do with you, okay? You're… I mean, you're…"

The boy's piercing eyes were fixed on Dean's face as he struggled to find the right words. The longer they alluded Dean, the deeper the boy's heart sank.

At last, Dean sighed. "You're fuckin' gorgeous, okay?" he said at last. "Look at you. Jesus."

The hint of a smile tugged at the boy's lips.

"And you got good taste in music, and you're smart," Dean continued. His list ended there, however.

The boy cleared his throat. "But…?"

Dean closed his eyes. The way a business man closes his eyes just before he fired a good, hardworking family man. "But…" he managed to say, fingers wandering across the hem of the boy's shirt, "as much as I want to… I can't."

The boy sat there a moment longer.

It was a strange sort of quiet here, under the bleachers.

It should have been just as loud as the rest of the football field. Yet, somehow, the sounds of the crickets were so much softer. The wind seemed to miss them entirely. Here, on an autumn night, these two boys may as well have been in their own world.

The boy brushed away Dean's hand. Like it was a mosquito. Like it was nothing. "Fine. I get it," he said, getting to his feet. "Really creative way to get out of kissing me. Dramatic. Shakespearean, even."

Dean pounded the ground with one fist, then leapt up after the boy. "God, Jesse, wait--"

Jesse. That's it. His name was Jesse.

"I'm done."

"Please, if you just let me explain, I--"

"You're not explaining!" Jesse whirled to face Dean. "You're not saying anything!"

Dean took a deep breath in, and he was surprised to find that his lungs seemed to be quivering, as well.

Jesse stared at Dean. His fists were clenched at his sides. The floodlights over the football field cast an otherworldly light over his dark and messy hair, like light from heaven itself.

It did not reach Dean where he stood, still under the bleachers, his hand just barely reaching out into its warmth.

"Well?" Jesse prompted.

"My dad," Dean blurted out.

Jesse raised an eyebrow. "You dad?"

Dean shook his head. "If he found out-- if he knew--"

"How could he?" Jesse asked.

Dean blinked. His heart was hammering against his ribcage.

"He's not watching, Dean," Jesse said, a hand raised to the sky.

Dean thought about that. He looked to the sky, as well, inexplicably feeling as if John Winchester might be peering down at him from the top of the bleachers.

And yet, despite that strange terror that John was watching, that he would somehow know, this was the first time Dean realized that his father wasn't there. And not just on the bleachers, but anywhere-- anywhere at all in Dean's life where it might have mattered.

Wherever a father should have been--loving or kind or cruel or spiteful--there was merely a hole. A blank space where John may have fit, and yet never did.

The fear was melting away.

Because there was nothing there.

Only stars.

Dean stumbled out into the light. He grabbed Jesse by the front of his hoodie, and kissed him like his life depended on it.

~~~~~

"I can't," Castiel said.

Dean rolled his eyes. "You can't what? You can't taste?"

The angel returned a shrug. This was something new he'd picked up from Dean, though he didn't seem to have it down just yet-- Castiel only shrugged his shoulders when he didn't feel like answering, not because he didn't know the answer.

"You're not even gonna try?" Dean asked, pushing the plate of french fries a little closer. "C'mon, how bad could it be?"

"I told you, I can't," Castiel replied, pushing the plate back towards Dean.

"Now that's just stupid," Dean said. "You can't eat at all? For real? Your vessel can eat, can't he?"

"Of course he can," Castiel said, all but rolling his eyes. "I cannot."

Dean gave into temptation and growled lightly, pulling the plate towards himself and chomping down on another french fry.

The diner was quiet. When he was traveling with Castiel, Dean preferred to dine at night-- in fact, he preferred to work on as much of a night schedule as possible. Castiel was, to put it lightly, a fucking weirdo, and corralling him into acting even remotely human was a full-time job.

But anything goes at three in the morning in a twenty-four-hour truck stop.

All that could be heard was the clattering of dishes in the kitchen-- far fewer than those filling the sink twelve hours previously. Occasionally, something would come flying down the highway. Funny how much faster they seemed to rush by when there was so much stillness in-between.

Dean sipped his coffee.

Castiel sat very still, his hands folded delicately on table in front of him. He was staring out at that highway, and yet his eyes seemed hardly focused at all.

Dean leaned forward, trying in vain to see what it was that had Castiel so captured. As he did, he saw the man's reflection ripple along the surface of the glass, light against the darkness of the night.

In passing, Castiel's reflection looked just as one might expect. He was, after all, a dirty little man in a trenchcoat, and that was reflected quite plainly. The closer you looked, however--the longer and deeper you stared into the forms, into his eyes--the more you would see.

Some people saw God or Jesus or whatever. Some people would catch a rare glimpse of the true angel, its power lessened to that of a sharp headache by the reflection. Most people, though, saw people.

No one in particular. Just shadows of people half-remembered, ghosts of the past.

As Dean looked at Castiel's reflection, he saw something familiar in the sharpness of his eyes. In the dark mess of his hair. In the tautness of his lower lids as he gazed out into nothingness.

A boy. His name nearly forgotten--James or Jonathan or something--but his face as crisp and clear as ever.

His first kiss.

Not his first-first kiss. Not really. But his first kiss that had felt the way they say it should.

"Whaddya mean?" Dean asked.

Castiel turned to look at Dean. He didn't ask for clarification-- not out loud, at least.

Dean set his jaw. "What do you mean you can't?" he said. "You can't… like, physically?"

Castiel frowned. "No. I'm quite capable of eating."

He paused.

A pause so long he may have, in fact, finished talking.

Dean cleared his throat. "But…?"

"But," Castiel said, almost stalling, "it is frowned upon."

Dean scoffed. "Frowned upon?"

"Yes," Castiel continued. "The garrison is very strict about how… involved we should be in human culture. Eating, listening to music, dancing--"

"You're not allowed to dance?!" Dean smacked his forehead, biting back a laugh. "Goddamn. Remind me to show you Footloose sometime. You'd get a kick outta that one."

"Mm."

Castiel did not seem near as enchanted by this as Dean. It occurred to Dean that, if listening to music was forbidden, watching movies was likely on the shit list, too.

Dean cleared his throat again. "I mean. That sounds…" But he couldn't think of the words, exactly. "Wh-who told you not to do that junk?"

Castiel cocked his head. "God, of course."

"Right. God." Dean nodded slowly. "Sounds like a stand-up guy."

"I wouldn't know," Castiel said. "I've never met him."

Dean squinted. "You've never met God." Not a question, exactly, though he intended it to be. "Isn't he, like… your dad?"

Castiel sighed. "I suppose you could say that."

"But you've never met him?"

"I've never met him."

"But you're living your life by his rules?"

"Of course," Castiel said. "He… if he found out-- if he knew that I was--"

"How could he?"

Castiel blinked.

"Cas." Dean pushed the plate of french fries back across the table. "God's not watching."

Castiel thought about that. For some reason, he turned to look out the window once more, gazing balefully at a streetlight in the parking lot. As if God himself would appear under it.

And yet, despite that strange terror that God was looking down at him, that he would somehow know, this was the first time that Cas truly realized that his father wasn't there. Not just under the streetlight, but anywhere-- anywhere at all on Earth that may have mattered.

Wherever God should have been--loving or kind or cruel or spiteful--there was merely a hole. A blank space which may have been holy, and yet never was.

The fear was melting away.

Because there was nothing there.

Perhaps Cas himself was the holiest thing on Earth.

Cas reached out and lifted a french fry from the thick ceramic plate. He made eating diner food look like a celebration of the Eucharist.

[abbatoirablaze]

Teller Morrow Tragedy, The Prequel, Chapter 31

Word Count:  3k

Warnings:  taboo relationship, fooling around, caught!, underage drinking, negative thoughts of an infant, postpartum, mentions of divorce, mentions of pregnancy.

Mandy’s POV

"Come here," I giggled, waving him over to the office.  He looked around and realized that he was the only one in the garage.  He was still working on a car.  For the general public Teller Morrow was closed, but the MC was in party mode, “Juice.  Come here!”

"You're gonna get us in trouble," he grinned.  I giggled and licked my lips, sending him a wink.  He patted his lap and smiled even wider at me, "why don't you come into the shop, you little minx?" 

I bit my lip again, staring down at the ground.  I could hear his footsteps and he lifted my chin and brought our lips together.  I smiled into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.  

"You taste like candy," he laughed.  I pulled away from him slightly and he pouted.  His hands slid along my stomach, just under my breasts, “god…you’re so beautiful.”

"Juan Carlos," I moaned, as they slid around me and to my ass.  He smiled and lifted me up.  I wrapped my legs around him, and he spun me around, sitting me on top of the trunk of the car he'd been working on.  I looked around and breathed a sigh of relief, “is this you saying you wanna fool around in public?”

"You're so perfect," he smiled, “I want the whole world to know you’re mine, Mandy.”   

I kissed him again, being sure to bite down ever so slightly on his bottom lip.  He let out a groan and grabbed my hips.  He squeezed them and pulled me closer.  I could feel him, hard as a rock, "I want you, Juan Carlos." 

"I want you too baby," he purred in my ear.  It sent shivers down my spine.  I could feel my body arch towards his as his hand gripped my thigh, and slid back up to my stomach, "I wanna hear you moan my name." 

"I can do that right now," I smiled.  I began unbuttoning his shirt.  He chuckled and shrugged it off.  He pulled off his wifebeater and licked his lips as he looked at me.  He was eyeing me like I was a steak, and he hadn't eaten in forever, "you okay there?" 

He smirked and his hands played with the ties that kept my top together.  I grabbed his hand and pulled on the cord.  My top fell open and he licked his lips again.  

"God damn," he muttered.  He stopped staring at my chest, and his eyes met mine.  He held my chin in his hand, his thumb grazing my jaw line, "you're so beautiful Mandy." 

"I love you," I whispered, “I love you, JC!”

"I love you too," he replied, pulling my face to his, letting our lips meet once more.  I felt his other hand pushing my top off, and I began fumbling with his belt.  I dropped it on the floor and began to undo his jeans, "I love you so much Mandy." 

"HOLY FUCK!" 

I jumped away from Juice, and in an attempt to cover my naked torso, I fell off the trunk of the car.  

"Shit." I growled. 

"SHIT!" Juice cursed, trying to pull his jeans up, but also checking to see if I was okay, “baby?”

"Oh my god," Mikey said, closing the door from the office to the garage, "how long have you two been fucking?" 

"We aren't fucking," Juice said quickly as he hid his erection from Mikey, "we haven't fucked." 

I got my top back on and tied it before standing up.  Mikey had the biggest grin on her face. I began shaking my head, "we haven't had sex." 

"After what I just saw you two doing," she smirked, "that won't even matter.  If grandpa finds out, your boyfriend is dead, and he's probably gonna enter you into a convent." 

"What do you want?" I worriedly asked, "I'll do anything.  You can't tell my dad." 

"That's a good question," she said, sitting on the chair.  She eyed Juice up and down, "you're really not tapping that?" 

"I'm right here, you know," he said, "I can hear everything you’re saying." 

"I want you to cover my shifts.  Anytime they schedule me, you pick em up." 

"Deal," I said quickly, “what else?”

"And..." she trailed off. 

I sighed, "and what?" 

"If I need a ride anywhere, you or Juice drive me.  No questions asked.”

"Deal." 

"Fine," she said with a shrug.  Then she started laughing, "but you might wanna get yourself cleaned up before you go into the club." 

"Shit," Juice muttered.  I looked down at myself.  My clothes were fine, but my stomach had grease prints.  I could only imagine what it looked like underneath my shirt.  He grabbed a rag and came over to me, starting to wipe my face, "I'm sorry baby." 

I grabbed his hand and put the rag down, before taking his face in my hands and kissing him.  He smiled into the kiss again. 

"I'm still here," Mikey said, in an annoyed tone, “you guys realize I have eyes, right?”  

He pulled away and grabbed the rag again, "get cleaned up, and I'll finish the car I'm working on." 

"You two should be happy I caught you though," Mikey said in a smug tone, "grandpa and Tig almost came out here because they said you should be done by now.  It was just an oil change." 

"They just dropped the car off five minutes before you walked in." 

"They think your slightly retarded," she said with a shrug, "I'll tell them you'll be coming in soon." 

Juice watched the door close before looking at me, horror written across her face, "you don't think she'll tell your dad anyway, do you?" 

I shook my head, "no.  She usually just wants something from someone.  She's a Teller, through and through." 

He slowly made his way back to me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my temple, "we have to be more careful...if that was your dad and Tig, I'd be dead right now."

"Don't say that," I whimpered, "we're safe right now." 

Alicia’s POV

I made my way around the house cleaning up the red solo cups and pizza.  The girls were down in the basement.  Mikey had wanted a slumber party with a few friends and now was the time I was most excited for.  

I made my way back to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of wine.  Then I headed over to the front door and sat on the porch.  Despite it being July 4th, it was so peaceful.  I loved it.  

“Hey there,” a familiar voice said.  I looked over to the step sand saw Chibs standing there with a smile on his face and flowers in his hands. 

“What’s this?” I asked, very amused.  

His grin got even wider, “I brought yeh flowers.” 

“I see that,” I giggled, taking a sip of my wine.  He finished making his way up the steps and sat down beside me on the porch swing.  

“I know I haven’t exactly been forthright about my feelings an all,” he admitted carefully, “but I really do like you Alli cat.  I always have.” 

“I like you too Filip,” I said softly.  I handed him my glass of wine, and he took a drink, “I just know that it’s probably a bad idea.” 

“But what if it isn’t?” he asked, “I know you are worried about this stuff because of Jackie boy, and Hale, and Happy always checking in on yeh, but what if us not being together is the biggest mistake we make?” 

“You really have thought about it,” I mused.  He nodded.  I took the bottle from beside me and drank straight from it, “so what would be the next step then.  You ravage me upstairs?  We start dating.  I become your old lady?” 

“Well hopefully I’d get to ravage you a little more than that,” he laughed, trying to joke.  There was something in his eyes though that said he wasn’t joking.  I took the wine glass from his hand and placed it on the side table, then I straddled him.  I saw him gulp, “w-what are ye doing?”

“You look nervous, Filip,” I said, whispering into his ear, “why’s that?  I thought you wanted to ravage me.” 

“Oh don’t tease a poor Scotsman,” he uttered shakily, “I don’t think my heart could take the teasin you can dish out.”

I pulled away with an amused look, “who said I’m teasing you?” 

His brow raised and I kissed him.  

There may not have been fireworks going off outside, but there definitely was some going off in my head.  His arms went straight to my ass as he’d lifted us both up, “oh yeh better not be teasin me lass.” 

“You know where my bedroom is,” I moaned between kisses.  He smirked and put me down and I led him up the stairs and into my bedroom.  I closed the door and pushed him against it, pressing our lips together again.  

He backed me up, but I flipped us, and pushed him onto the bed.  He looked up at me, lust in his eyes.  I took off my top and slid my sweats off.  He took in a deep breath, “fuck.” 

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” I smirked, straddling him again, “now play along or I’ll find another man.”   

“Oh I swear you are one hundred and fifteen pounds of gigity, love.  Any man’d be lucky to have yeh.” 

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing, “what?” 

“Oh just come here,” he whined, “I’ve been waiting a long time to have you Alicia Morrow.” 

“Mom?” 

I opened my eyes, and saw that I was very naked, laying in the arms of an also very naked, Chibs.  

“Shit.” 

“MOM?” 

I could hear her coming up the stairs.  I started shaking Filip.  He woke up asking what I needed. 

“Off the bed,” I said quickly, “Mikayla is coming up the stairs.” 

“Shite,” he said, rolling off the bed.  My eyes went wide as I saw his boxers between me and the door.  I rushed to grab them.  I tossed them to him and threw the rest of his stuff in my closet.  

“MOM!” Mikey yelled, coming down the hall.  I jumped back into bed and wrapped the sheet around myself, just as she opened the door, “thanks for sleeping in.  I thought you were going to make us breakfast.” 

“I can still do that,” I said quickly, “Just give me a few minutes to get dressed and get your brother up and I’ll be down.” 

“Mom,” she said confused, “it’s 1:30.  I already got Cain up, and dad is downstairs, to pick us up.  He said he wanted to spend the day with me since it’s my birthday.  I just wanted to let you know that you and Chibs have the house to yourself.” 

“What?” 

“Chibs’ bike is outside, and you left a bottle of empty wine, and flowers on the swing.  Not to mention you woke two of my friends up with your loud sex last night.  I don’t know too many Scottish people in these parts.” 

My eyes got wide, “oh my god.  Sweetie.  I’m so sorr-“ 

“It’s fine,” she laughed, cutting me off, “at least now you guys will finally get together.  Only took you most of my life.” 

“I resent that comment,” Chibs said, sticking a hand up.  Mikey laughed, “er, morning, kiddo.”  

“Really mom?” she asked, “not even the closet?  You made him go straight to the floor?” 

“Yeah?” Chibs asked, head popping up, “why didn’t yeh throw me in the closet or yer master bath?” 

“I panicked, okay?” I asked my daughter and the man I just slept with the previous night, “I didn’t know what to do.” 

“Clearly,” Mikey said, rolling her eyes. 

“Oh no, truss me, yer mom knows what to do.” 

“Ughh,” she groaned, making a disgusted face, “I’m going with dad.  You old people are so gross.” 

Jax’s POV

"Thanks for coming with me Mikey," I smiled, holding her hand.  She squeezed it a little tighter and nodded, "I honestly didn't know what to do, but with you-" 

"Dad," she almost whispered, "it's fine.  I'm here for you." 

She gave me the reassuring smile that I attributed to Alicia.  Her brilliant blue eyes twinkled, and she rubbed the top of my hand.  We stood up and dropped our number in the box.  We'd been called.  We walked up and handed the paper work to the clerk.  

"Alright," she said slowly, "Mr. Teller?  You're looking to divorce your wife, Wendy?" 

I nodded, tucking some of my hair behind my ear, "yeah." 

"And this is her?" 

I shook my head, "no.  This is my daughter.  Wendy is actually in rehab." 

"Well Mr. Teller," she said, "I have to let you know, we can file this for you and get the process started, but we'll need the address of where Mrs. Teller normally stays." 

"Okay." 

"Then after that, she will be mailed the forms.  However, it is best to meet again with any lawyers either of you two have.  If there is any division of property, cause for divorce where anything needs settled, or anything in the aforementioned paperwork, the court will assign you a secondary date after your first hearing.  Alright?" 

I nodded, and she stamped the papers.  I handed her the check and she handed them back, "any questions?" 

"Nope," Mikey said, pushing me out of the way, "thank you." 

Mikey took the papers and folded them, before putting them in her back pocket, "I'm giving this to mom.  She can expedite it faster than the lawyer the club has." 

"Mikayla," I said, "I'm an adult.  I can handle a few papers." 

She turned back and gave me a look of disbelief, "we're talking about you, right?  Not mom?  The lawyer." 

I rolled my eyes and held my hand out.  She repeated my actions but handed me the papers.  I smirked and put them into my own pocket, before draping an arm around her.  I kissed the top of her head, "I appreciate the care though, kiddo."

"Yeah, yeah," she muttered, "let's just get back to the clubhouse." 

"Why you in a hurry?" I asked, "isn't Mandy covering your shift for you?" 

She nodded, "yeah.  But who knows what Uncle Tig and grandpa are teaching Cain."  

I chuckled as we got to my bike, "very true." 

She smiled as I handed her the helmet.  I put on my own and hopped on.  I felt her slide her arms around me as I started the bike up, and we raced back to the clubhouse.  

When I pulled up, I could see that Mandy was hanging out with mom in the office.  They looked pretty busy.   Juice, Lowell, and one of the other local mechanics were all hard at work.  Tig and Chibs were messing with Cain in the boxing ring.  Clay was sitting at the table.

"That's it buddy," Clay yelled from the picnic table, "hit em good." 

Tig fell over as my four-year-old song slugged him in the arm.  "Daddy, look. I GOT TIGGY!" 

"You did bud," I smiled as I walked up to him.  

He tried to jump out but only got as far as the corner when Chibs pulled him back, "remember to ask for help out, don't just jump.  Yer mom will have my skin. " 

"Yeah buddy, don't jump," I reminded him, “you don’t want to get hurt.”

"Sorry," he sighed.  He reached his arms out to me and I smiled, lifting him between the middle and bottom ropes.  He wrapped himself around me when he got through, "thank you daddy." 

"I got you buddy." 

I turned around when I heard her call pull up.  Alicia got out and smiled when she saw us.  She walked over to the picnic table and sat down.  Cain urged me to put him down so he could sit in her lap.  

"So, I've got some news," she said slowly, "and I'm not really sure who to tell first." 

"What do ya mean Allie?" 

I turned to Chibs as he and Tig got out of the ring. 

"Is everything okay?" 

She nodded, "yeah.  Better yet...Filip can I talk to you really quick?" 

"Oh shit," I laughed as she handed Cain back off to me, “I know that look.  You’re in trouble.”

The two of them disappeared into the clubhouse and Mikey turned to me, "what do you think mom is telling Chibs?" 

I shrugged, "I don't know.  I hardly talk to her since they started dating." 

"Think maybe mom is pregnant again?" 

"What's pregnant?" Cain asked. 

"Don't worry about it buddy," I said, passing it off.  I turned back to Mikey, "no way.  She's thinner than ever.  She practically ballooned when she had you two." 

"Things change," Mikey shrugged, " and anyways, I've seen pictures of mom when she was pregnant with me.  She was never fat." 

"She might not have been," I said with a chuckle, "but something definitely got bigger from what I remember." 

She gave me a disgusted look, "god, why are you old people always so gross.  You're worse than Uncle Tig." 

She walked away and I turned to Tig.  

Now she's just overexaggerating.  

"I'm not that bad." 

"Nah," TIg said from beside me, "she's just trying to mess with ya now.  You got 'gross' and talked about her mom’s tits." 

"How'd you know what I was talking about?" 

"I remember when she got pregnant with Cain," Tig laughed, gesturing to his chest, "tits like full melons.  I think your kid might be right though.  Definitely pregnant?" 

"OH yeah?" I asked, "and how do you know?" 

"Well for starters," he said with a chuckle, gesturing inside the clubhouse.  Chibs was at the bar, head in his hands, "I've never seen Chibs react like that to anything, and second, she left her purse right there on the table and I can see a pregnancy test.  Looks positive from here." 

And that's when I felt my heart truly sink. 

Chapter 32-The End

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[cham-chammity]

BlitzStrike Smut Oneshot ;-;

AHAHHAHA OMG so I saw this amazing drawing of Striker in a swag leather outfit and I am totally about to write a seggs scene of Blitz and Striker off of it ;-; I would share the image but out of respect I know some people dont appreciate their art being sexualized, althooouuugghh I did a quick google search of the outfit items so yall can get a better understanding of what Striker's outfit looks like~~

Aaaaaand so basically I think this made a wonderful smut starter for the two XD enjoy lol enjoy bottom Striker cause we don't have enough of him

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Blitz lazily stumbled through his apartment door, throwing his keys and phone on the counter. He headed straight for the fridge, grabbing himself something cold to drink. A long day of work, and nearly a week since he'd last seen his mate, Striker. As tired as he was, he recieved a text from the imp earlier, making him eager and excited.

Be quick to get home, sugar. I'll be waiting~

Since Striker was out on a hitman job it'd been awhile since the two were able to do anything... physical together. (And yes, almost a week without non-phone sex was a long time for them.)

Blitz took a few chugs of his soda before trashing the can, and took off his shoes and jacket as he headed for the bedroom.

"Striker, I'm home!"

"I'm in the bathroom."

Blitz followed the sound of his mates voice through the bedroom and towards their conjoining bathroom. Before he reached for the door knob the door itself opened and Blitz's jaw dropped.

Striker had tight, short black leather shorts on with a fitted black leather jacket. His rock hard abs were exposed to the open air with nothing underneath the jacket, and he had a black o-right choker around his neck.

"I don't get how you wear these all the time," Striker adjusted the choker that was securely tightened around his neck. "I feel like I'm gonna unintentionally choke myself to death--"

Striker's eyes momentarily widened as Blitz aggressively yet subtly pulled Striker close to his face by the ring on the choker. He quickly shifted his expression to a more seductive gaze as Blitz looked him up and down, soaking in the sight of Striker in front of him.

"My hell, babe, you look sexy as fuck," Blitz's breath was hot against Striker's neck. He breathed in a sharp breath as a red finger dragged itself down the side of his face.

"Oh, yeah? Does my new outfit turn you on, sugar?"

"Oh fuck yeah. I might as well fuck you right through those tight shorts of yours."

"Talk about tight~" The two went in for a deep, hard kiss. Their tongues went right for each others mouths as they wrapped their arms around each other, pressing their warm bodies together. Blitz brought a hand down and tightly squeezed Striker's ass, earning a moan against his mouth in response. Never letting go of his grip on the choker, Blitz moved his free hand slowly to the growing buldge at the front of Striker's shorts. He ever so lightly rubbed his crotch. Striker moaned louder and made an attempt to grind up against Blitz's hand, but whined as Blitz pulled away.

"Ah, ah, ah, Stinker. Be patient with me babe."

Striker growled and met his lips with Blitz's again. Blitz led them to their bed, never breaking contact, and sat down as Striker eagerly staddled him.

"No--" Blitz pushed him off and forced him down on his knees. "You're gonna suck my dick like it's the last cock in hell."

Striker's eyes widended. "But Blitz I--" the Envy imp was cut off as Blitz pulled Striker by the choker to his face, yanking harder this time.

"Gag reflex? I know," Blitz gave Striker an evil grin. "Now won't you be a good boy and suck off daddy for me?" Striker tensed under Blitz's grip and narrowed his gaze, but nodded. He watched as Blitz stripped off his shirt and pants with his underwear, his large, patchwork cock springing out. Blitz took Striker by the horns as the paler imp slowly took the full lenghth in his mouth inch by inch. He started bobbing his head, trying to relax his throat as much as possible. Blitz started to thrust, gagging sounds gurgling up in Striker's throat. With that he face-fucked him harder, tightening his grip on Striker's horns as he came closer to cumming.

Striker's throat burned and he desperaely wheezed for air. Giving in he did the signified two taps on Blitz's leg, tapping out of the blow job. Blitz immidiately stopped and gazed down at Striker as he gasped for air and coughed.

"You ok?"

After catching his breath Striker rubbed his throat as he looked up at his mate. "Yeah, yeah. Bit too much for me. You're the blowjob master here," Striker weakly grinned up at Blitz.

"Hah! Well, you got good hands. Why don't you use them, cowboy?" Blitz leaned backed and supported his weight with his arms.

Striker chuckled and shook his head. "As you wish, b--, daddy."

The gruff, aroused voice of Striker's made Blitz squirm as the cowboy wrapped a hand around Blitz's cock and started stroking.

"Mm, yeah buckeroo, you know how it's done," Blitz breathily praised Striker as he started to buck his hips up against Striker's grasp. Eventually Blitz finally had his sweet release, slightly tilting his head back and letting out a deep throat moan. Striker's hand was coated in white as Blitz bucked through his orgasm. Once he finished he bent down and took Striker by the choker again.

"Guess we don't need the lube now we've got my sweet juices to pound your ass."

Striker grinned as he stood up and was finally able to straddle Blitz.

"Ya want me ta bounce on yer dick like I'm ridin' the most furious rodeo-bull in town, bossman?" Striker leaned down and gave Blitz a deep, heated kiss as Blitz ran a hand through his hair.

"Oh fuck yeah, babe. I fucking missed you."

"So did I, darlin'," Striker muttered as he started passionately kissing Blitz again. Blitz slid his hands up Striker's firm torso and slipped his leather jacket off, tossing it to the floor.

Striker whined as he started grinding up against Blitz's hips, the tightness and friction making him harder by the second.

"Mm-- Fuck, Blitz I-- I need it--"

"You need what, babe? Tell me what it is and maybe I'll give it to you," Blitz whispered against Striker's neck before licking from the collar bone up his neck.

"Just fuck me! I need it! I need your cock in my ass so bad right now!"

"If you so desperately need it, Stinker,"

Striker sighed in relief as Blitz undid his belt and unzipped the tight shorts.

"What? You went commando?? That's my thing!"

Striker chuckled as Blitz tore his shorts the rest of the way off. Striker sat up taller on his knees, keeping a steady grip on Blitz's shoulders as Blitz spat on an scissored two fingers inside his hole.

"Nngh, ah," Striker painfully moaned as Blitz finger-fucked him. Blitz soon added a third, going deeper but not hitting his sweet spot just yet. Once he felt he was loose enough, Blitz took out his fingers and Striker's hips were guided down on the crimson imp's dick.

The feeling of being filled made Striker hitch his breath in pleasure. He started to rock himself on Blitz's dick, grunting and moaning at the feeling.

Blitz met Striker's thrusts with his own, quickly forming a brutal pace as he tried to aim for Striker's sweet spot.

"Ah! Hah, hah, harder! Harder Blitz pound my ass harder!"

Blitz obliged and placed both of his hands tightly on Striker's hips.

"Right there! Right there, darlin, fuck!"

Keeping the angle Blitz continued to hit Striker's sweet spot dead on. Striker's grip on Blitz tightened. He was close. He found himself grinding his hard-on agaisnt Blitz's stomach. He felt a lenghtly tail wrap around his cock, moaning louder--and more high pitched--as Blitz stroked him with his tail. Blitz had never heard him moan like this before and fuck was it hot.

"C-close! I-I'm so close Blitz! Fu-ck!"

"Striker! I love you! H-holy shit!"

Both imp's visons whited out as they came together. Their hips and lips sloppily met as they rode out their orgasms, the room filled with the sound of their pleasure-filled screams and the squeeking of the bed beneath them.

Panting, Blitz fell on his back as Striker collapsed next to him. Their tails subconsciously intertwined as their heavy breathing slowed. For awhile they sat in silence, the afterglow of their highs washing over them in a sweet bliss. At one point Striker managed to take off the choker, it was way too tight for his taste.

"I love you too," Striker broke the silence as he lovingly gazed at Blitz. Blitz smiled and scooched himself closer to Striker, cuddling up with his mate.

Striker cuddled himself in as well, their bodies respectively intertwining as they ignored the sweaty, sticky mess of their bodies.

"Dear Satan, I've never heard you get vocal like that before."

Striker blushed as he kissed Blitz's forhead. "Well I ain't ever bern fucked like that before,"

Blitz smiled and kissed Striker's chest in return. They sat silently for another few minutes.

"No more week long jobs. It's too long."

"Agreed."

With no other commentary Blitz purred as Striker gently rubbed circles below his spines. Soon enough they passed out, sleeping deeply in their lover's embrace.

~~~~~~~

This took my way longer to write than it needed to be it's almost midnight and i have school tomorrow wtf

[angelmavmurdock]

• Quarantine and Chill •

WARNINGS: SMUT, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, ORAL (FEM+MAL RECEIVING), SPANKING, DIRTY TALK.

"Night guys." You and Tom both said to the boys as they headed off to bed.

You two were now in the living room alone, the TV playing lightly in the background but no one was paying attention to it.

"Beer?" You asked Tom who was sitting on the couch.

"Yeah, thanks." He said with a smile.

You opened the fridge and brought two beers out and you opened them before bringing them both over and sitting next to Tom.

You both sighed as you drank and a comfortable silence broke out.

"As much as I love quarantining with you guys, I can't wait to get back to normal." You said, your head falling back into the pillows behind you.

"Me too. What do you miss most?" He asked.

"Sex." You said honestly, still staring at the ceiling and twirling your beer in your lap.

"Yeah same." Tom said with a sigh.

"You know..." He started. You turned your head to look at him. His hair was curly and floppy on his head and he looked good.

"Maybe we should...you know..."

"Fuck?" You asked, your brows furrowing.

"Yeah." He shrugged and looked at you.

"Pfffft!" You both burst into laughter at the thought of that happening.

After your laughing fit you both sighed with smiles as you went back to the positions you were in.

You shared another look with each other.

You both squinted.

"Nah...we can't do that." You shook your head then looked back at the ceiling.

"I mean..." Tom hummed. You looked at him again and he was looking at your bare legs.

Only your shorts were covering the very top of your thighs but you had tanned and shaved the night before. His face was concentrated. His brows furrowed slightly, a few wrinkles forming in between his eyebrows and on the top of his nose. His jaw was clenched and he moved a hand from his lap to next to your left thigh. You didn't say anything.

One of the strings from your shorts were loose and his fingers played with it.

"What're you doing, Mr Holland?" You asked with a raised brow.

He looked up at you then to your lips then back up. Fuck he was hot.

You slammed your beer bottle down and cupped his face, your lips crashing together. You moved in sync and his hands cane to your waist, holding you tightly on both sides.

Soon, his tongue was licking your bottom lip, asking for entry. You granted it and groaned as his tongue pushed in your mouth. You swung a leg over his lap so you straddled him. He leaned up further, pushing you more forcefully into the kiss but his hands on your waist kept you upright. The taste of beer was on both your lips as you kissed sloppily. You gripped his hair, tugging it and massaging his head as you kissed.

Toms hands slid past your waist to your hips and the top of your ass, digging his finger tips into your skin. Your hips jerked slightly and a groan escaped from his lips. You smirked as you began moving your hips on his lap, slowly and steadily.

"Fuck," He murmured into your mouth and his hands started making you go faster.

"Oh fuck," You moaned into his mouth, having to stop for a moment because of the feeling you had gotten on your core and stomach. Your lips stayed together but neither of you were kissing, you were too focused on Tom hardening underneath you and the feeling of his jeans rub against your clit.

"Bedroom, now." He growled.

You got up with a jolt of adrenaline and excitement. Neither of you could believe you were actually going to do this but...here you were.

You padded along the wooden floors along to his bedroom, Tom following behind.

His hand reached out and groped your ass and you let out a small squeal as he did.

You didn't even touch the door before Tom hand taken your waist and pulled you into him. Your chests crashed as his lips attacked your neck, nipping and sucking on your skin. He pushed you up against the door which shut it and you pushed him away and onto the bed.

He smirked as you sauntered up to the bed, reaching your hands out to cup his face. You smashed your lips against his then slowly bit his lip as you pulled away. He groaned and you smiled. You dropped to your knees in front of him, fiddling with his zipper until it slipped down and you pulled his trousers down.

His bulge was clear as day and you gulped at the sight of it. You slowly pulled his boxers down and you took his hard member in you hand, stroking him up and down.

"Mmmm fuck, Y/N." His head fell onto his shoulders.

You leaned your head down and licked the tip of him, swirling your tongue around before taking him in your mouth. You took as much of him as you could and you gagged on him. He gasped and grabbed your hair into a ponytail.

You bobbed your head up and down and cupped his balls as you did. He groaned again as you hollowed your cheeks out.

"Fuck." He pulled you off of him by your hair, earning a moan from you and a pop from your swollen lips.

You looked up at him, smirking and licking your lips.

"You're so hot, holy shit." He managed to lift you off the ground and he placed you on the bed.

"Your turn, love." He smirked before slipping your shorts and pants off at the same time.

"Fuck," He ran his fingers over your core and you moaned in response.

"So wet for me already," He kneeled in front of you and dipped his head in between his legs.

"Did you get this wet from sucking me off?" He asked lowly, the vibrations of his voice making you shiver.

He licked a strip from your entrance to your clit.

"Oh god, Tom." You arched your back and reached down to play with his hair.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs tightly and started sucking on your clit.

Moans and curses flew out of your mouth as he licked and flicked on your clit.

You couldn't take anymore.

"I need you, Tom." You whimpered.

He smirked and stood up from you. He took his top off, revealing his gorgeous abs and shoulders and you sat up too, taking your shirt off. You unclipped your bra and Tom got on the bed, crawling on top of you and grabbing a condom.

"Beg for me." He bit his lip, sliding the condom onto his member.

"Fuck, Tom. I need you so fucking bad. I'm so wet for you - fuck -" You were getting more and more wet just watching Tom stroke his cock up and down.

"Get on your hands and knees." He demanded.

You eagerly turned over, biting your lip from moaning as you did.

You felt him pump his cock on your entrance a few times before slowly sliding himself in.

"Ohhhh god." You moaned, pushing back on him.

"Fuck, Y/N." He groaned and grabbed your hips.

"Faster, Tommy." You said.

He pounded into you and pulled your hips back with every thrust. You couldn't even make a sound you were away with the fairies.

"Talk to me, baby." He hummed.

"Fu-u-uck." You stuttered with every thrust.

"Y/N - fuck - tell me how good I fuck you. Come on, Princess."

"Oh god Tommy you...you fuck me so good! Oh my god!" Your voice was high and your eyes were closed with ecstasy.

He reached a hand around you started circling your clit.

"Ohhhh fuck!" You moaned.

"Fuck Y/N, your tight fucking pussy is taking me so well, god." He groaned.

You became more wet with his words and both of you knew it.

"You like when I talk to you like that? Huh? You like when I fuck you from behind and tell you how good you feel?" He groaned breathlessly.

"Fuck Tom!" You panted.

He removed his hand from your clit and went into your hair. He bunched it up into his fist and then pulled you up by it.

"Fuck!" You moaned.

His chest bashed against your back with every thrust. The new position was so much better, making him go deeper and harder than before.

One of his hands reached round again to your clit, circling it like mad while the other squeezes and fondled your breast.

"God Tom I'm gonna cum so quick, fuck!" You cried out.

He pushed you back down onto your hands and knees. You were pleasantly surprised at his roughness.

"Do you want me to spank you?" He asked more seriously.

"Yes god please spank me." You pleaded.

His hand ran over your ass gently before lifting and slapping it hard.

"SHIT!" You moaned pornographically at the sting on your ass. Your hips jolted a bit but Tom knew it was a good sign.

"What's my name?" He asked lowly, rubbing his hand soothingly over the spot he had just slapped.

"Oh..." You couldn't respond. Your senses were all over the place.

SPANK

"Oh!" You moaned again.

"What's my name?" He asked more firmly.

"Tom! Oh Tom!" You panted.

"Good girl." He sniggered.

"Spank me again Tom, fuck." You groaned.

"Your wish is my command, love." He said smugly before spanking you hard again.

"Fuck Tom yes! Keep going!"

The pace of his thrusts felt euphoric and the sting of his hand slapping your ass over and over again was indescribable.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You moaned.

"Yes Y/N. Cum for me." He spanked you again.

The room became fuzzy and your ears began to ring as your orgasm came flooding in.

You clenched around him and he groaned, giving you one last spank before he came at the same time.

You both finished and panted as he pulled out and disposed of the condom.

He flopped on bed next to you as you pulled the bedsheet over your body.

"Well..." He sighed. A moment of silence.

You looked up at him. "Again?"

"Hell yes." He smirked.

[kpop---scenarios]

Big Cock Boy's (2)

Read Part One: Here 

Warning: Smut, Bit of angst 

Word Count: 3.7k

Baekhyun had thought he was prepared, but ultimately he wasn't. He has expected you to be the type to tease him at first. He thought you'd be like many of the other girls he had been with, like the type to kitten lick the tip of his cock, then suck the tip a bit before working your way down.

But he was oh so very wrong.

Instead, you started off strong with slowly taking his entire cock down your throat and holding it there while he thrusted his hips gently. He swore he could have cum right then.

However you were unimpressed with how gentle his thrusts were. This man boasted about how huge his cock was, relatively true, and about how rough he was. But you weren't seeing the rough, instead he was acting like a little bitch.

You slowly take his cock from your mouth, looking up at him with disappointed eyes.

"What the fuck?" You ask.

"What? Why'd you stop?" He whines, sticking out his upper lip.

"Earlier you said, and I quote 'i get rough as fuck' and I'm just wondering where that rough is? Cause right now, you're disappointing me." You huff.

"I just didn't want to hurt you." He murmurs.

"I'm a big girl, I can handle it. Now fuck my mouth like a man!" You yell.

Baekhyun's eyes go dark as he slides his cock back into your mouth, grabbing a clump of your hair before ramming his cock down your throat.

Here we go.

"How's this for rough?" He grunts as he continues to thrust his cock into your mouth.

You love it. This is what you wanted, you wanted him to fuck your throat raw before fucking your pussy, which was now drenched.

You had planned on taking him out of your mouth after one more deep thrust so he could in fact fuck you, but apparently Baekhyun had other plans, plans he did not discuss with you.

"Shit I'm gonna cum." He grunts, his grip on your hair tightening as he shoots a load into your mouth. You immediately swallow out of habit, but are so not impressed.

"Fuck. That was.. fuck." Baekhyun huffs, stumbling backwards to fall on his bed.

You stand up, licking your lips to gather any access cum before you begin yelling. Now is not the time for cum to be flying everywhere.

"What the fuck?" You shout.

"What?" Baekhyun asks, his arm laid over his eyes as he catches his breath.

"Umm.. why'd you cum?" You ask.

Baekhyun props himself up on his elbows with an eyebrow raised. "Was I not supposed to cum?" He asks.

"Not you weren't, shithead. Do you not remember after all your talk about how you get rough with blow jobs, that you will 'tear that pussy up'. I was waiting for that tearing." You say, very obviously disappointed.

"Well shit. You didn't say you agreed so I just assumed.." he trails off.

"I also didn't deny it either. Christ. Well now I'm going to have to tell everyone you are decent at receiving blowjobs, but your communication is severely lacking and your pussy game is weak." You sigh.

"Excuse me!? Weak? You haven't even tried it. Stay there. Give me 20 minutes. Don't move." He shouts before running to his bathroom.

Baekhyun stands in front of his mirror, naked, with his hands on his hips as he stares at his mostly flaccid cock.

"Come on, buddy. Let's go General. Stand at attention. Our pussy game is not weak. It's time to perform." He whispers, hoping his cock is listening.

Baekhyun hears a smothered laugh front outside the door and he knows it was because of him. You heard him whispering to himself, but he didn't care. It was a technique that worked for him. He stares down again, whispering," C'mon ...be strong...."

Turning the shower on for privacy, he imagines the hot, wet suction of your mouth. The way your tongue stroked and wrapped around the head of his dick. His cock twitches from the delicious memory, a shiver races from his spine to his cock from the recent sensation.

"You okay in there?" You ask, softly knocking on the door.

Looking down at the strong thick erection he's now sporting, Baekhyun looks back up to smirk in the mirror before shutting off the shower and lights, only for his jaw to drop at the sight before him now.

He looks good. His muscles were slightly bulging, his hair was in the perfect place. Damn, he looked absolutely amazing. You were a lucky girl right now.

Baekhyun confidently unlocks the door, leaning himself against the door frame as his cock stands straight out. He clears his throat for you to turn around and see him in all his glory.

And when you didn't turn around, he frowned and cleared his throat even louder. And then your phone rang.

"Hello?" You said answering the call. "Yeah I have time. I'll be right there." You finish by hanging up. Without even looking behind you, you yell out a goodbye to Baekhyun and exit his room like he wasn't just planning to pound the life out of you.

"Did she just.." he scoffs. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

Baekhyun scoffs at his phone, throwing it on the bed. Why did he feel the weird urge to try to get you to come over again? He wanted to see you. But you know, just to fuck you and then never talk to you again.

Although it sort of hurt his heart when he thought about not being able to see you again. Fuck Baekhyun, cut it out. He groans as he heads back to the shower to jerk himself off, while he thought about what you would sound like while being fucked. He bet your moans sounded amazing, just like how your pussy probably felt.

Fuck, he wanted you, and the next weekend he would have you.

**

The next Saturday came and Baekhyun was deciding how to get you over. Text? Would you come if there wasn't anything going on?

A party. That's what he needed. Baekhyun hopped in the shower quickly, and when he had finished his shower, he swiftly got dressed and rushed downstairs.

"Boys get ready, we're having a party tonight." He smiles, pulling out his phone to text you.

**

That night you arrive back at the frat house, ready to get drunk. Baekhyun had been messaging you about all the things he wanted to do to you, and you weren't excited but a part of you also felt nervous. So what better way to loosen up than a few shots and some dancing to tease the one you're after.

The moment you walk into the house, the music is blaring, there's people everywhere but still you manage to catch Baekhyun's eyes immediately. He's sitting on the couch, his face stone cold as some girl sat beside him, desperately trying to get his attention.

He paid her no mind. His eyes followed you until you disappeared into the kitchen.

"S'cuse me." He murmured to the girl, standing up to find you.

As Baekhyun walks into the kitchen, he sees you downing another shot, with Kai. He could feel his body start to heat up as he watched you laugh with Kai, as he leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear.

Baekhyun knew what Kai's 'I'm going to fuck you' eyes were, and he was definitely sporting them with you. Unable to control his jealousy, Baekhyun began walking closer to the two of you, and got close enough to hear you turn him down.

"I'm sorry, I'm actually here to see Baekhyun. Just needed a drink, or 5 first." You laughed.

Baekhyun immediately relaxed. He felt a sense of accomplishment that you chose him over Kai, considering every woman and their mother and grandmother wanted to fuck him.

"Hi baby." Baekhyun whispers in your ear, startling you.

"Hi." You blush. You wanted to play hard to get with him, and it was easy over text but when you were face to face with him, you had no control and you hated it.

"Let's go." He smirks, grabbing your hand to pull you with him. Instead of heading towards friends, or the dance floor, Baekhyun dragged you up to his room like he was on mission.

Once the two of you were in there, and he closed his door, his eyes went dark.

"Strip." He growls, eyeing you up and down. Your pussy felt wet immediately from his dominance.

You began taking your shirt off slowly, throwing it somewhere in his room. Next, you took off your shorts, slowly sliding them down your legs before you tossed them across the room.

Baekhyun's breath hitches as he stares at you standing in front of him in only a red lace bra with matching panties.

"Keep going." He insists.

You reach behind you, unhooking your bra letting it fall to the floor.

"I'll do these." He says hooking his fingers in the band of your panties before kneeling down and sliding them down with him.

A shiver fell down your spine as Baekhyun's finger traced down your legs, and then back up, moving over your hips, up your sides, over your breasts before wrapping around the back of your neck.

He slowly pulls you forward, placing his lips onto yours pulling you in for a deeper kiss. You ready your hands down, gripping the hem of his shirt before pulling it up and over his head, having to break the kiss.

Baekhyun quickly fumbles with his belt buckle, trying to take his pants off as quickly as he can. "I've been waiting for this." He smirks.

"Lay down." You smile, pointing to bed.

Baekhyun lays down, his cock already erect and ready for you.

"I want to try something." You admit. Baekhyun raises an eyebrow as he watches you climb on the bed before standing above him with your legs on either side of him. You bend down onto your knees and grip his cock. Baekhyun assumes you're going to slip him inside you, but that's not the case.

Instead, you push his cock forward slightly and straddle him, grinding your clit against his cock.

"Holy..shit.." Baekhyun groans as you continue to slide yourself against him.

You look Baekhyun in the eyes as you reach your hands up, cupping your breasts before tugging at your nipples, and squeezing.

"Dam, baby" Baekhyun groans. "Please let me fuck you." He whines.

"Yes." You moan, wanting to cum while he fucks you instead.

Right as you lay on your back, and Baekhyun lines himself up with your entrance, the door to his bedroom swings open, revealing a panicking Chanyeol.

"Bro!" He huffs, and then looks at what is currently about to happen. "Nice" he smiles, winking at you.

"Dude!" Baekhyun yells, pushing you off the bed and covering himself with a blanket.

"Suho is about to go against Johnny from NCT. We need you!" He yells, bolting away from the door.

"I.." Baekhyun stutters looking at you and then back at the door.

"Go." You huff. "I'll be here." You finish.

Baekhyun gets up and gets dressed before running after Chanyeol. You lay in his bed annoyed and confused, but waited.

And waited.

And waited, until you eventually fell asleep in the comfort of Baekhyun's bed. You woke up startled around 3am, still in his bed and still alone. Annoyed, you quickly got dressed before heading downstairs, wanting to leave as quick as possible. You had assumed Baekhyun was out dealing with whatever he needed to handle, but apparently he wasn't.

Instead Baekhyun was leaning back on the couch, his arm wrapped around the same girl who was trying to get his attention earlier. She was snuggled into his side and your heart broke a bit. But it wasn't like the two of you were dating or anything. Doesn't mean it didn't hurt. As much as you didn't want to admit it, you liked him and you thought he liked you too.

"Y/N.." Chanyeol loudly exclaims to get an intoxicated Baekhyun's attention.

You could see Baekhyun's face go from laughing to panicked at the mention of your name. He moves his arm from around the girl, standing up to go to you. Instead, you waved bye quickly and began walking away from him.

"Please wait." He yells, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

"What do you want, Baekhyun?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"I'm sorry.." he whispered.

"Sorry for what, exactly?" You ask, wondering if he even knew why he was apologizing.

"For leaving you upstairs and staying down here after things settled." He says. "And for being close to that girl." He finishes, lowering his head.

"Nah, don't apologize. It's all good. It's not like we're together anyways." You snap, walking away before he can say anything else.

That morning you laid in your bed thinking about the scene you had seen last night and your heart hurt. You shouldn't have acted on anything with him. You sighed as your phone dinged. New message.

Your finger hovered over the block button as you waited for another text from him, but nothing came.

Clearly he didn't care, and now you would have to try to not care either. You turned off your screen, not bothering to block him. He doesn't care anyways.

Monday you heard nothing.

Tuesday, nothing.

Wednesday, nothing.

As Saturday evening rolled around, you had still heard nothing from him. You didn't understand, even though it had only been a few weeks, there was something about him you liked. You still did no matter how much you didn't want too.

"Party at Beta Pi's tonight!" Your friend Moonbyul yelled excitedly. "We're going right?" She asks.

She knew the entire Baekhyun situation, and while she sympathized with you, she wanted to fuck Sehun but was too nervous to go to the house alone.

"We'll get you looking all fine and sexy, and find you another man!" She exclaimed. Maybe that's what you needed? Maybe if you got under someone else, you'd be able to get over Baekhyun.

"Hell yeah." You smile, heading to your closet.

An hour later, you two emerge from your shared house, looking fine as fuck. You had decided on a black mini skirt, with a red lace bralette and red pumps, while Moonbyul had gone for a tighter skirt with a bralette.

The two of you looked amazing.

As you walk into Beta Pi, you try your best to not scan the room looking for Baekhyun, but you can't help it. You're disappointed when you don't see him anywhere, so the two of you make your way to the kitchen for some drinks.

30 minutes later your buzz has officially kicked in and Sehun drags Moonbyul away. You turn around and become face to face with a smirking Kai.

"Hey there beautiful." He smiles.

"Hi." You hiccup.

"Would you like to dance?" He asks. You nod your head, placing your hand into his as he pulls you to the dance floor.

You turn around, pressing your ass against his crotch as you move your hips to the beat. You can feel Kai becoming more excited as you dance on him, only until you don't feel any warmth behind you and hear some yelling.

Turning around, you're met with an extremely pissed off looking Baekhyun.

"The fuck are you doing!?" He yells at Kai.

"Bro, we're just dancing." Kai laughs, pulling you closer to him.

"That's my girl you're dancing with. So back the fuck off." Baekhyun yells, grabbing your wrist and pulling you upstairs with him.

He pulls you into his room, slamming the door behind you.

"What the fuck was that!?" He yells at you, his fists clenched tight.

"I was dancing. Why do you even care?" You ask.

"Because. You can't be doing that." Baekhyun murmurs.

"That's not a good enough answer. Why not? I'm a single girl, I can do whatever the fuck I want." You snap. "You ignored me. You didn't text me. What the fuck was I supposed to think? You don't care." You slur.

"You told me not to text you!" He yells.

"Yeah but if you like someone, you're supposed to do it anyways." You pout.

"How's this. You're mine, now and always. Better?" He smiles.

Your heart skips a beat at his words. You can't help but smile. "So what exactly does it mean?" You question, wanting to make sure you fully understand.

"It means you're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend." He smiles. "Okay?"

"Okay." You grin. "Let's go back to the party, I wasn't done drinking." You giggle.

"No no baby. You were awfully naughty tonight. You've got to pay for teasing me with Kai." Baekhyun smirks, his cock clearly twitching in his jeans.

Your pussy drips as your mouth begins to water. "Yes." You breathe.

"Yes what?" He asks.

"Sir?"

"That's right baby." He says, pushing you onto the bed, not bothering to remove your skirt.

He parts your legs as he pulls you closer to the edge, gripping tightly to your thighs. He hooks his fingers into the top of your panties and slowly drags them down your body until your pussy is bare.

Baekhyun licks his lips as he kneels down, spreading your lips before burying his face between your thighs. He licks a strip up your wet pussy, causing shivers to trickle down your spine.

“Fuck” you groan as he latches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly. You and he both knew that this would end up with not much foreplay, almost straight to fucking.

You move your hands to his head, grabbing a chunk of his hair as he flicks his tongue against your clit, over and over again. You move your hips in a circle, grinding them against his face. You let go of his hair and instead lift your bralette, exposing your perky breasts.

Baekhyun reaches his hand up, cupping your breast before he pinches your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“Just like that” you cry out, your orgasm building. You've been waiting for this for too long.

Baekhyun quickened his pace, switching between using his tongue and his lips.

Your hold on him tightens as your orgasm comes closer, a few more licks from Baekhyun and you're almost over the edge, when he pulls his mouth away from you.

He licks his lips and smiles at you before he stands up and undresses himself, his cock springing free.

“Ride my cock baby." He says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You happily climb onto his lap, straddling him as he holds his cock up so you can line yourself up with him.

You slowly sink yourself down, his cock stretching you out as he completely fills you up.

“Shit baby” he hisses, as you slide down fully on his cock. "Even better than I imagined." He groans.

Baekhyun places his hands on your hips, guiding you back and forth as you begin rocking yourself on his cock.

Within seconds you’re bouncing yourself on him as he hits your G spot everytime, while your clit perfectly grinds on him.

“F-fuck” you cry out as Baekhyun bucks his hips, pushing himself inside of you further. He was always right, he definitely belonged to the Big Cock Boy's club, you'd happily admit it to anyone.

“That’s it baby. You ride my cock so well” he groans, slowing you back down to rocking your hips.

"You like that? You like riding my cock like a dirty slut?" He grunts, taking his hand off your hip and moving it to wrap around your throat. “Do you?” He asks, squeezing your throat.

You nod harshly as it becomes hard to breathe. Baekhyun releases your neck allowing air to flow through again.

“Yes” you cry, as he chokes you again.

“You better cum for me baby” he grunts, snapping his hips up to meet you as you fall back onto him.

You rock your hips, your moves now harsher as you desperately reach for your climax.

“Oh my god” you cry out, your orgasm hitting you out of nowhere, spreading through your body like wildfire.

You stop all movements as your orgasm tears through you and you grip onto Baekhyun tightly.

He grunts as he holds onto your waist, snapping his hips harshly inside you yearns for his own much needed release.

“Fuck baby, you gunna let me cum in that tight pussy” he grunts, his thrusts becoming harsher and more eager.

“Yes, oh god yes” you cry out, hiding your face in his neck as he works on his release.

After a few more thrusts, Baekhyun cums, coating your walls with his cum, milking himself until he’s done.

The two of you sit there for a moment, catching your breath. Baekhyun chuckles as you take yourself off of him, and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

"So worth the wait." Baekhyun huffs, laying down in his bed.

"Definitely." You smile, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at him.

"Come to bed." He smiles, patting the spot next to him.

You both smile as you crawl in, laying on your side and Baekhyun wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer to him.

"I'm so happy." He whispers as the two of you drift off to sleep.

**

It had been a few months since you and Baekhyun had started dating and things were going well but now you had news for him.

You sat on the couch of the frat house as you waited for him to get back from class, your leg shaking while your hand squeezed the piece of plastic that would make or break your relationship.

Baekhyun walks through the door with a smile on his face until he sees your concerned face.

"Baby what's wrong?" He asks, kneeling in front of you.

You can't say anything, and instead you hand him the thing you've been holding.

Baekhyun looks down, his eyes go wide as his head shoots up to look you in the eyes. He somehow manages to get the words out..

"You're pregnant!?"