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visbabygirl · 1 month ago

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𝖎'𝖒 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓.

summary — your new to the whole 'sex' thing and when your cousin's hen party strolls into a sex store, life gets a whole new meaning - storeclerk!rhea au. pt.1

warning(s) — none, lowercase intended!

wc - 5.4k

you didn't know how you ended up here, but you hated it already. you'd never been the party girl type and the most alcohol you'd had was a small sip of beer at your dad's birthday party. and that was only to make the whole thing more bearable. and now here you were in the middle of a bar crawl in Perth with your cousin ariana and four of her friends from high school. you grew up in the same town as everyone else, but you were homeschooled and kept far too busy with daily activities to have much of a social life.

"come on, keep up!" harper turned back to face you, giggling, nearly stumbling over a crack in the sidewalk. harper was ariana's maid of honor and this whole bachelorette bar crawl thing was her idea. it didn't seem like ariana's scene either, but even the redhead was having more fun than you were.

you just held your purse tighter against your side as you stepped carefully around a subway grate in your five inch heels, trying to keep up with the small group of inebriated women.

"oh my god." you picked your head up at the sound of tara's chuckling voice, nearly bumping into her as they all came to a stop. you really needed to stop looking at your feet when you walked. but you felt so uncomfortable in the tight mini dress, surrounded by cat-calling men around the busy sidewalk.

"no," ariana giggles, blushing as she shook her head, her ponytail swinging slightly behind her head. "guys, come on-"

"excuse me, i'm your maid of honor, i choose what we do." harper stated firmly, starting to tug on her arm towards the nearby door.

Aphrodisia

Adult Toys, Videos, Novelties, and More!

"come on, we'll just look around and then head to the next bar." leona ushed ariana towards the door with the help of harper, tara and naomi. and you had no choice but to follow, or else you'd be left alone with the creeps.

entering the store, the giggling from the group of tipsy twenty-three year olds overpowered the soft rock that came from the speakers. the store was much bigger than it looked on the outside. a winding staircase near the entrance leading to the second floor. the lighting was dim and it smelt like burning incense, which actually put your mind at ease for the briefest moment.

"welcome to aphrodisia," a bored female voice came from a few feet away. you turned your head to see a girl sitting at the small, glass checkout counter, aimlessly scrolling on her phone. you bit the inside of your cheek slightly as you let your eyes roam over her face, grateful she hadn't looked up since you came in. she was wearing an oversized dark grey tee with what looked to be a band's name across the front. she had a few tattoos on her arms, and a few peeking through the gaps on her black ripped jeans. maybe it was the poor lighting but you could swear her dark hair had been dyed blue underneath.

"hello? is anyone home?" harper joked, tapping against your forehead as she appeared in front of you. "come on, we're going to look around."

"right." you nodded, turning away from the dark haired beauty at the counter, "sorry." you ignored the look harper gave you, grateful for the dim lighting that hid the blush that rose to your cheeks. god forbid she caught you drooling over the counter girl. but you shook it off, tucking your hair behind your ear, following the rest of the girls around the store.

so far, it was nothing but novelty toys and gag gifts such as penis-shaped lollipops and party hats for bachelorette parties.

"please don't buy them and wear them around," you cringed at the though, but turned your lips up slightly as the rest of the girls giggled over everything. you were not wearing a penis hat. not in public. you had no interest in the male anatomy and definitely did not want to wear it on your head.

glancing around, embarrassed, you watched as a man walked nonchalantly through the room towards the back, going through a beaded curtain into the next room. you didn't even want to know what was back there. though, you assumed it was the video section, which made your skin crawl. your only time seeing porn was a complete accident. your sophomore year of college, you had been doing research for an assignment on your laptop when suddenly your screen was covered in naked and scantily clad women, touching themselves or each other. you remembered snapping your laptop shut faster than the speed of light. and as much as it made you blush with juvenile curiosity, you'd made sure to install the highest rated pop-up blocker you could find.

"let's see what's upstairs," naomi lead them to the staircase after they'd looked around and laughed at every blow-up doll and penis-shaped toy in sight. apparently, they were skipping over the lingerie section across the room, which you were fine with. your choice in undergarments weren't completely modest, but you didn't exactly have a need for the sheer nighties and crotch-less panties you were sure this store had to offer.

heels clicked on hardwood floors as the six of you walked up the stairs. you kept your arms crossed tightly against your chest as everyone else looked around, giggling as they picked up some of the dildos and vibrators that were on display, playing with them and laughing like a bunch of twelve year old boys looking at a Playboy for the first time. you just glanced around, your blush increasing as your eyes took in everything around you. the store seemed to be divided into different departments like some kind of kinky walmart. the room they were currently in had a whole wall of toys of different shapes, colors, and sizes, no two were the same, but they all served the same purpose.

you wandered away from the girls, biting your lip as you glanced at the selection in front of you. you were no stranger to self-pleasure, but you weren't exactly a connoisseur either. on the rare occasion that you did decide to explore yourself and give yourself some much needed release, all you knew were your own hands. which worked fine for you, but the array of toys in front of you had you curious about what was so special about them. this little black one didn't look too scary...

"need any help?" a male voice made you jump with a slight yelp, retracting you arm that had been reaching for the small black bullet vibrator.

"no. thank you. just browsing," you nervously tucked your hair behind your ear and straightened out the wrinkles in your dress, not making eye contact with the man who would probably be about your height if you weren't wearing these heels.

"okay. well, my name is dominik. i'm working the floor, so just holler if you have any questions," he smiled politely.

"dominik?" you quirked an eyebrow, admittedly looking a little judgmental.

"it's spanish," he waved a hand with a shrug before walking off.

that was definitely a sign that this just wasn't for you. with a deep, cleansing breath, you walked across the room to where the others were playing with a fluffy pair of handcuffs. you just wanted to leave. this place made your skin crawl. there was a fucking bed in the corner with different restraints wrapped around the four corner posts. apparently for people wanting to test them out before buying them. a chill ran down your spine as you tightened your arms across your chest. you felt like such a prude, blushing at every little thing you saw while the girls were completely comfortable making jokes about it. you already knew that you were the only virgin in the group. and the only lesbian, since all the others seemed to think this was the perfect time to discuss and compare their boyfriends' sexual stamina.

"ariana. i'm gonna go see if they have a bathroom downstairs," you interrupted the fit of girlish giggles.

"okay, we should be right down," the blushing redhead smiled before you turned and walked back down the stairs. you were tempted to grab the black toy you'd been eyeing and subtly buy it quickly and hiding it in your purse. but then you would have to face the girl at the counter. and there was no way you were going to put yourself through that embarrassment.

holding onto the railing on your way back down, your heart leapt in your chest when you spotted the dark-haired girl near the bottom of the stairs, fixing a crooked display of body jewelry with the same bored expression on her face.

"finding everything all right?" the girl looked up at you with what you could only assume was her customer service face. but she had an enchanting smile nevertheless.

"yeah, just waiting on my cousin and her friends," you ducked your head a bit shyly as you reached the bottom step, subtly taking in how good this girl's ass looked in her baggy black jeans.

stop it.

"bride squad?" she chuckled.

"how'd you guess?"

"years of experience. drunken bridesmaids in the middle of their bar crawl are basically the target audience here. only thing i see more than that is middle-aged dads who run straight back to the video section," she crossed her arms over her chest with a shrug.

you just breathed a light laugh as the pink tint refused to leave your face as you ran your hand nervously up and down your arm. "that must get annoying. especially if they're all like my cousin and her friends."

"well, if your cousin and her friends are anything like a majority of the bachelorette parties that come through here, you're leaving here with something dick shaped," the considerably taller woman quirked an eyebrow, "for your sake, i just hope it's not the hats."

you laughed through an obvious cringe, shaking your head, "god, i hope not." you bit the inside of your cheek, noticing deep blue eyes looking you up and down before your body suddenly went numb. but like a rude awakening, the sound of your loud crew coming down the stairs behind you made you stiffen up and walk away from the dark-haired goddess. with how invasive and nosy harper was when she was tipsy, you knew if you had gotten caught chatting with the employee, the maid of honor would be giving you hell for it.

no one knew for sure that you liked girls, though you were sure they all had their suspicions. you always chalked your lack of relationship experience up to the fact that you wanted to focus on school. which was partially true. being a psychology major, you spent most of your time studying. but being a closeted lesbian made dating much more difficult, and you weren't exactly the type to put yourself out there.

"we're going to pick out lollipops, come pick out a flavor or i'm choosing for you," harper grabbed you by the elbow to lead you to the array of penis shaped lollipops. you turned back to the girl with the dark hair, smiling a little at the wink and shrug you received.

after what should have been a much shorter decision, the girls all brought their ridiculously shaped candies to check-out counter. it took everything you had not to stare at the nameless woman in black. if only she were wearing a nametag or something. but maybe it was better this way. you weren't from this area and they were only here for the weekend. names would lead to attachment.

"have a good night, be safe out there," she bagged up their purchases and handed the bag to harper.

"thanks, uh..."

"rhea," she smiled politely at the raven-haired bridesmaid, sending a subtle glance in your direction.

harper grinned with a nod before gesturing to herself. "rhea, i'm harper. this is tara, naomi, and leona. that's ariana, she's getting married next week," she slurred a bit and pointed to each of the girls before finally landing on you off to the side, "and that's ariana's cousin."

"nice to meet you," she chuckled at the talkative girl before smiling in the blonde's direction, "and congrats, ariana."

harper thanked her politely before the girls started making a beeline for the door, filing out one by one. you, the last one out, glanced over your shoulder and lifted your hand for a slight wave. "bye, rhea," your voice was just barely above a whisper, but the girl at the counter heard you loud and clear, mirroring her wave with more confidence.

"bye, darlin'."

you rarely ventured to perth. you went to school in albany, but it was rare that you traveled outside that area. but for the past few days since ariana's bachelorette party, it was like the mysterious downtown area had been calling your name in rhea's raspy voice. it was stuck in your head along with everything else about her. her smile, her laugh, her bright eyes and the way they made you feel when they traveled along your body. she even invaded your dreams. and you took advantage of the time your roommate was out to make yourself writhe under the covers with your newest romance novel in your free hand and rhea in your thoughts. it was getting to a point where you couldn't even focus in class.

stepping out of the subway train car, you held your purse tightly to your side as you made your way to the exit, climbing the stairs that lead to the sidewalk, following the route they had taken the other night to get to the strip of buildings and lower level stores, bars, and restaurants. it's a good thing you decided not to drink with everyone else that night, otherwise they probably would have never made it back to the plaza.

it looked different in the daylight, but it made it much easier to find your way around. and before you knew it, you were standing in front of aphrodisia. adjusting the beanie on your head, you took off your sunglasses as you entered, glancing nervously at the counter.

"welcome to aphrodisia," the dominik guy from that night greeted you cheerfully.

"thank you," you muttered, heading straight upstairs. at least you had plans to buy something so this wasn't a total stalking mission. but if rhea wasn't at the counter, you were starting to worry that she wasn't even working today. or at least right now.

biting your pink bottom lip, you headed for the wall of vibrators, looking for that little black one again while you subtly glanced around for the dark haired girl that had been running through your mind for days. sighing, you picked up the small box that held the bullet vibe inside, reading over the description. it didn't look like it would do much, but the box bragged about multiple speeds and vibration patterns, making you blush as you read over each one.

"finding everything all right?" you gasped and flinched as a voice sounded from behind you, making you drop the box. people really needed to stop sneaking up on you in this place.

picking up the box, you turned around almost furiously, but her anger quickly diminished when you saw familiar blue eyes looking back at you with a smirk that made you want to melt into a puddle on the floor.

"sorry, didn't mean to scare you. long time, no see," rhea chuckled as you held a hand to your pounding heart, the adrenaline masking your embarrassment. for now, at least. "for real, though, are you finding everything okay?"

"yeah, i just came for, um…" there was the embarrassment. "this," you held up the box you had dropped quickly.

"can i be honest with you?" rhea leaned in to ask quietly, making you mirror her actions unconsciously.

"yeah…?"

"that's a cheap piece of plastic, it'll probably die after a few uses. especially if you use it on a high setting or one of the patterns. not to mention it's loud as hell," she stated simply, walking around you to glance around the shelves. she scanned them determined until she found what she was looking for, her tongue poking out slightly as she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. you couldn't help but notice the glimmer that reflected off her piercing under the dim lighting. "this," she picked up a small blue one that looked just about the same, "it's a little more pricey, but does all the same stuff. it's quiet, it's plastic with a rubber coat so it's softer and more comfortable. plus it's waterproof, unlike the one you picked out."

"oh." your mouth hung open a bit.

"were you looking for something more small and compact specifically or…? what made you pick that one?"

"it was black," you blushed, giving her an honest answer, "it just seemed more…simple than everything else."

"have you ever bought a vibrator before? for yourself?"

you looked around, biting your lip before shaking your head, blushing furiously.

"hey, it's not a big deal. this is a judgment free space," rhea rested a hand on your shoulder with a reassuring smile, "but i get that it can be tricky and fucking embarrassing picking something out for the first time, so i'm here to help. i don't work on commission or anything, so everything i suggest to you is for your own benefit, not mine. okay?"

you searched her eyes for signs of insincerity, though you didn't know why this girl would have any reason to be insincere with you. you were still nervous, but you nodded, watching as rhea's pink lips curled up into a bigger smile, showing off her pearly white teeth. "so first things first, are you on a budget?"

"not really," you murmured, "i'm not looking to spend hundreds of dollars, but i don't want to get anything too cheap."

rhea nodded and clasped her hands together. "well, like with anything, vibrators go through regular wear and tear if they're not cleaned properly or if they're used frequently. some hold up better than others, but obviously those ones are gonna be more expensive." you nodded, following her around. "so, if you're comfortable telling me how often you masturbate, that'll point us in the right direction of what price range we'd be looking in. if not, we can still figure something out."

you nearly choked on your own tongue as your eyes widened, jaw slacked as you tried to find the words. you didn't really even have an answer to that question. it wasn't like you had a set schedule. but you'll admit that it had become more frequent in the past few days. all thanks to the girl who was standing so patiently in front of you, waiting on an answer.

"i-i guess normally it's once every week or two," you stammered shyly, averting your eyes. you didn't know what she expected, but seeing rhea just nod and glance back at the boxes on the shelves gave you a sense of relief.

"okay. so you wouldn't be looking for something to use too frequently. so you said you were drawn to that first one because it was black?"

"i-it's my favorite color," you laughed nervously.

"okay, good to know," rhea laughed, "so it wasn't the size or anything that you were specifically going for?"

"i guess not…i saw it the night i was here with my friends, i figured the smaller the better so i could hide it from them until i got back home."

"so another personal question, but when you masturbate, what do you like?"

"what do you mean?" you swallowed thickly, feeling your palms start to sweat.

"i mean, do you prefer clitoral stimulation, penetration, anal play, or a mix of anything?"

you were sure that your face was as red as a tomato. But you cleared your throat and straightened up, trying not to look so nervous. "i guess just…c-clitoral. penetration only sometimes…"

"when you're in the mood for it?" rhea asked, watching you nod, "well, we have anything that can suit any need, honestly. but if you mainly focus on clitoral stimulation, but enjoy penetration sometimes, i recommend one of these." She lead you to a shelf of straight rod vibrators, some rubber, some silicone, some a mix of the two. She reached for one of the ones on display, it was soft blue plastic with a thin rubber coating, smooth to the touch and not scary looking at all. "this is a good one. and it comes in black," she handed it to you with a smile, "you can turn it on if you want. it has a few speeds."

you nodded and bit your lip, pressing the button towards the bottom and flinching when the toy came to life, vibrating gently in your hand. it was quiet, which would come in handy.

"hold it against the tip of your nose," rhea instructed.

"what?"

"i know it sounds weird, but trust me. and don't worry, it's clean," the taller girl chuckled, watching as you did as she said, holding the vibrator to the tip of your nose. "how's that feel?"

"weird. is this some kind of joke?"

"surprisingly no. actually the tip of your nose is just as sensitive as your clit, but without the extra nerves. so if a certain vibration speed feels too strong or intense on the tip of your nose, it's gonna be too much for your genitals," she explained, "it's just a little trick to keep in mind."

"oh."

"so is it too strong?"

"no, it's okay," you pressed the button again, feeling like an idiot holding a vibrator up to your face. but at least you were learning without judgment.

"cool. and the good thing about those is you can use it on your clit if that's all you're looking for, but you can also use it for penetration if you decide that's what you wanna do at any given time."

you took the toy off your nose and nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. how could this girl be so carefree in how she spoke about sexual stuff? you found yourself blushing if you even talked about kissing.

"i like girls, so i-is it normal for me to like…um…"

"what? penetration?" rhea quirked an eyebrow at you, "totally normal. you don't have to be attracted to guys to enjoy penetration. the attraction is in your mind. your body just wants the pleasure. just like guys can enjoy anal penetration without being gay. this is why toys were made."

you nodded, remaining quiet. you could feel your body heating up, but you remained as neutral as possible. rhea didn't need to know that your heart was beating a mile a minute in your chest.

"did you wanna look around some more or do you think we have a winner?" the dark-haired girl cocked her head to the side curiously.

"i think i'll stick with this one," you whispered involuntarily. your voice was slowly disappearing and you just hoped your roommate wasn't in when you got back to your dorm.

"do you want the black one?" rhea smirked, putting the blue one back on display, already reaching for the redblack one on the shelf and handing it to you. you thanked her quietly as she lead you back downstairs. "i can check you out, i've gotta relieve dom for his break anyways."

you watched rhea's hips sway as she made her way behind the counter, shooing the pale-skinned man away for his break before typing into the computer and scanning the box.

"did you wanna sign up for a loyalty account? totally free and you'll already earn a ten dollar credit for next time you come in for purchasing something over fifty bucks," she looked up you, a small smirk painting her lips at you fidgeting slightly.

"sure," you nodded. you weren't sure how often you would be back in, but as of right now you weren't thinking clearly at all. As much as you were enjoying rhea's company, you wanted to get home.

"just fill out this info, i'll put it into the system," rhea traded you a piece of paper for your credit card, doing the transaction while you filled out the information slip.

signing the receipt after finishing filling out the paperwork, you took the bag from the taller girl and bit your lip gently. "thanks for your help, rhea."

"anytime, angel. you should get an email about your account in about an hour," she smiled, eyes shining.

you smiled shyly, ducking your head briefly before showing yourself out.

you sat in class the next day, admittedly feeling much better than you had been in the past few days. your mind was clear and you were able to focus, though the image of rhea still popped up in your head. you didn't know how that woman knew so much, or how she was able to talk about it with a straight face, but you certainly appreciated it. you'd never met anyone like her before. the only person you'd really talked to about sex was ariana. but the blonde, like yourself, would just blush and try to change the subject. god forbid the topic ever came up around harper or tara, they spoke so explicitly and made such a big deal out of it.

but with rhea, while it was still embarrassing for you, she made it seem so normal and made you feel like there was nothing to be embarrassed about. then again, it was her job to help people find what they're looking for. she probably just talked about it so much that it was boring to her now. but you couldn't help but wonder what else she knew…

"miss?"

"hm?" you flinched, picking your head up. apparently you'd been unconsciously doodling again.

"your presentation?" your professor quirked an eyebrow at you.

"oh, right," you shook your head quickly to wake yourself up a bit, retrieving your notes and making your way to the front of the class.

a few hours later, you were sitting towards the back of the lecture hall, trying to stay awake. you loved majoring in psychology, but this professor had such a boring, monotone voice. you tried to keep your phone in your purse most of the time, wanting to focus on the information that you were learning, but if you had to listen to this man speak another sentence in his low, boring tone, you were going to lose it.

your brows knit together in confusion at the group of missed texts from an unknown number, glancing around before unlocking your phone.

rhea: hey this is rhea from aphrodisia. rhea: i know this is really invasive and creepy of me, but i just think you're really cute and i was gonna see if you wanted to go out for drinks or something. rhea: you can totally ignore this if you want or just tell me to delete your number and i will

you could feel your heart pounding rapidly in your chest and you honestly wondered if anyone else could hear it. it was like a percussion band in your ears as you read over the texts over and over again, your palms starting to sweat as you typed out your reply.

hi. how did you get my number…?

you watched with high anticipation as a little grey bubble appeared on the bottom left of the screen, adjusting yourself in your seat so you could sit up straight.

rhea: you put it on the loyalty account info slip yesterday.

oh right, you forgot you had signed up for that.

rhea: which i know it's super unprofessional for me to do that, but you said you liked girls, so i figured i'd shoot my shot. rhea: plus i didn't know if i'd ever see you again to ask for your number in person.

a blush came to your cheeks as you bit your lip. even through texts, this girl had the power to make your face flame up.

is this how you pick up everybody you take a liking to?

you bit your lip harder as you tried not to giggle to yourself at your own boldness.

well, i suppose i'm flattered. but…why me?

nervousness continued to rage like a fire in your chest as you watched the grey text bubble pop up again.

rhea: honestly, you just seem really sweet and easy to talk to. plus did you even SEE yourself in that black dress last weekend?

if it was possible for the flush on your cheeks to get more intense, it was happening right now. and you were sure that you would draw blood if you bit your lip any harder. a small smile painted itself on your lips as the grey text bubble popped up once more.

you're easy to talk to, too. but i know it's probably in your job description to make people feel comfortable while they're shopping.

rhea: i mean, yeah, no one's gonna feel comfortable buying dildos and handcuffs if we make a big deal out of it. but you learn after a while that we're all just human and pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of. but i didn't feel like i had to use my customer service voice with you.

rhea: to be honest, while we were talking, i forgot you were even a customer for a second.

you clutched the phone harder in your hands as you resisted the urge to tell her how pleased you were with the purchase you'd made yesterday. rhea didn't need to know that. you barely knew her, and regardless, they were having a personal conversation. you didn't need to treat this girl like a rate and review page on amazon.

rhea: you still there?

yeah, sorry i'm in class.

rhea: oh sorry! i'll leave you alone. but how bout that drink?

rhea: no pressure.

you closed your eyes in deep thought. what harm could one drink do? were you really willing to go out with the random dark-haired girl who sold you a vibrator just yesterday?

when are you free?

rhea: i work pretty much every night :( and i'm sure you have classes during the day if you're in one now.

rhea: do you have anything you would need to be up early for on saturday morning?

not to my knowledge.

rhea: the store closes at 11 friday night if you wanna meet here? we can just walk over to one of the bars nearby if you want.

you bit your lip as you thought it over. it was obvious that you liked this girl, and she seemed to like you back. but…what happened if things worked out between you? your mother would never approve. when would you be able to make time for each other with your schedules being so different already? what if rhea got bored of you or vice versa? what if rhea was just using you?

you're thinking way too deep into this. it's one night, one drink. you're gonna regret it if you don't.

rhea: your hesitation is worrying me, pretty girl.

just say yes, dumbass. who knows the next time you'll meet a pretty girl who not only likes you back, but makes the first move? you deserve this.

i'll be there. of course.

rhea: okay! i work the floor friday night, so if you get here before closing just come find me upstairs.

okay :) can't wait.

rhea: me either :) see you then, darlin'.

placing your phone down on your desk, you pursed your lips together in a tight line, trying to contain the smile that threatened to take over your entire face. thankfully your excitement overpowered your apprehension. you were sure that when the dust settled you would be more nervous than ever. but for now, you were floating on cloud nine.

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elvensorceress · 7 months ago

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idk I get incredibly angry at homophobes being cast on my gay shows. anybody want the start of my fic where Eddie dumps her bigoted ass and then has a gay ole sexy time with his husband and his husband's new boyfriend? because here. you can have. it's cathartic 💕

test drive - 2K, BuckTommy, BuckEddieTommy, Buddie endgame forever / Explicit

The restaurant is dimly lit in a way that might be classy and romantic, but Tommy’s hand is also on Buck’s thigh. And he’s having a lot of very not-classy, not even very romantic sorts of thoughts. Everything is far more along the lines of, he could put his hand on my dick, and I know what his cock feels like down my throat, and why are we here in a public place when we could be back at my loft taking turns fucking each other until we’re both a mess of cum and lube and sweat and sexy bruises and love bites? Because all of that is way more appealing than what they are sitting here, waiting to do.

If it were just one of their dates, it’d be great. Those are fantastic. Tommy likes to pick him up and take him to nice places and he smiles in a really, really soft cute way that also has an air of, I am going to fuck you until you scream and you will love every second. And holy fucking god, does Buck love every second.

Bisexuality, man. Who knew?

It’s so fantastic. It’s so different? Or maybe it’s just that Tommy is different because he’s ridiculously cool and hot and Buck always really liked when someone knew what they wanted and would take the lead and he could do everything in his power to please them and make them feel good. Confidence is infinitely sexy and competence even more so. And Tommy has all of that in spades.

And Buck loves men. Buck really loves men. It makes so much sense and how had he never even considered? Maybe he considered but he sure as hell never realized wanting a man and being attracted to a man was something that fit so well. Fuck, it fits so well.

Maybe he could even end up with a man someday? Maybe he could marry a man and have a relationship that is like this all the time for the rest of his life? Not that he doesn’t like women still. Women are great. People who don’t identify as either or they identify as both or however they choose— they’re great, too.

Everyone is hot and Evan Buckley is very bisexual, and it just might be one of the greatest revelations he’s ever had.

He’s just really, really enjoying being with a man right now.

He is not, however, enjoying the thought of this dinner. Everything about this dinner makes his stomach a washing machine of anxiety. For no reason. He doesn’t know why. There’s nothing wrong with it.

Why wouldn’t he and his boyfriend go on a double date with his best friend who is their mutual friend, and his best friend’s girlfriend. What is wrong with that? It’s fine. Should be— fun?

Shouldn’t be a bad taste in his mouth that the wine still hasn’t gotten rid of and roiling in his stomach that is really killing his appetite. But it very much is.

Tommy squeezes Buck’s thigh and rubs it in a way that surely is supposed to be comforting. But it makes Buck want to drag him out of this restaurant and back to the loft where he can show Tommy how good he is at fucking him now. Not just because it would be a thousand times better than the prospect of this dinner. The bar is so low on the ground, it’s buried at this point. But also because sex with his new boyfriend is better than— actually, Buck is having a hard time thinking of anything that is better right now.

Very hard time.

They’ve been practicing. Everything. Blowjobs, fucking, fingering, ball massages, prostate milking, rimming— all sorts of really fun things Buck never even imagined could feel so good. Not that he was oblivious to a lot of it. He has toys. His ex was into pegging. Buck might have been unaware of how intense and gay— well, bi. He’s bi now. Buck is bi now. Probably always was but he knows it now. He’s bisexual.— his attraction to men could be. But he was not unaware of sexual acts that feel good to his body.

But it’s totally different with a real man and a real cock and being manhandled by someone who might actually be bigger and stronger than you is really fucking hot.

He checks his watch again and it’s already 7:28. They’re almost half an hour late. Which is so not like Eddie. He’s not sure if Marisol is like that but he knows for sure Eddie is either fifteen minutes early for everything or he texts if there is a problem. Even then, he’s only ever a few minutes late. If that. And last Buck checked, there were no new messages on his phone.

He checks again, and still nothing. Not even to Buck’s message of, hey u ok? u on the way? He frowns and sets his phone back on the table and turns to Tommy. “How long before I’m allowed to be really worried?”

Tommy gives him an amused smile. “You can be worried.”

“How long before we need to bother Athena? Ten more minutes? Five? Sh-should I bother Athena now?”

Tommy’s eyebrows scrunch and he looks at Buck like he’s crazy. Okay, it’s probably crazy. Just. He’s worried? That must be the churning in his stomach. “I’m sure Eddie’s fine. It hasn’t been that long. And he’s Eddie.”

Yeah. Yeah, he’s Eddie. But Eddie was also shot downtown in the middle of broad daylight and nearly bled out all over, and there’s not much anyone can do even if they are trained in hand to hand combat and self-defense and those kinds of things. Not many ways to defend against a sniper round that shouldn’t even be a thing.

Not that Buck is thinking about that. Ever.

He’s just turning into a washing machine over this dinner. That’s all.

Five minutes later, some of it finally eases when Eddie finally shows up and sits down across from them. Alone.

Alone?

“Sorry, guys,” Eddie runs a hand through his hair and breathes like he’s run a hundred miles. He’s hardly been looking distressed at all lately. He’s been glowing smiles and pretty laughs. Not pretty. Nice? Good? Good that he’s so much happier and at peace.

But he’s not that now.

“I would’ve—” Eddie checks his own watch, one that was a Christmas present that Buck had engraved with, all the time you need, and must realize how late he actually is. “Fuck. Sorry. Really sorry. I’ll buy? Unless you’ve already eaten and paid and are about to leave.”

Tommy shakes his head and has that nice smile that’s so reassuring. “We haven’t. Don’t worry about it.”

“We were waiting,” Buck adds and itches to ask him what’s wrong, why he’s late, why he looks— like he isn’t okay.

“Great.” Eddie nods tersely and it sounds anything but great. “They got anything stronger than wine and cocktails here? Because—” He doesn’t say. But he does make a face the conveys everything.

“Doubt it,” Tommy says. “But we can get something somewhere else. Is Mar— Mari?”

“Marisol,” Buck supplies. Not that it matters. Not that he cares. Is he supposed to care? There’s nothing wrong with her. She’s fine.

“Right,” Tommy says, which should say everything. Eddie’s been hanging out with Tommy for months, Buck’s been with Tommy for months, and Tommy is pretty damn good at remembering people’s names. “Marisol. Is she still on the way?”

Eddie’s jaw gets very tight. “No. We’re done.”

Tommy looks at Buck and Buck looks at Tommy. They’re done? They broke up? Not that it’s particularly surprising. Part of the curse of dating someone you met on a call. Gotta be. Also the whole thing where Eddie has some kind of commitment issues or something because as soon as he gets a girlfriend, he has to spend all his time doing anything besides being with said girlfriend.

“So, drinking?” Tommy says.

Buck pushes his wine glass across the table. They usually share when they eat together. Drinks, food, anything. And he’s happy to offer it to the cause.

“Yes, drinking.” Eddie takes Buck’s wine and downs all of it.

Eddie’s single again. Marisol isn’t coming to dinner and she’s not part of their lives any longer. Not that Buck has a problem with her. She’s fine. She was nothing really. That wasn’t going to last. Eddie likes the idea of being with someone. So he says. He’s allergic to actually having a relationship for some reason.

The washing machine in Buck’s stomach disappears though. Which is so much better. Now, it’s just Buck hanging out with his best friend and his boyfriend.

Maybe there’s a little washing machine. It’s nothing though.

They order food and drinks, and Eddie only goes through a couple shots and three glasses of wine and one beer. But he eats and also drinks water and doesn’t seem inebriated at all. So, they focus on the meal and Tommy’s latest work stories of helicopter rescues.

It’s not until after Buck discreetly hands their waiter his credit card before they’re actually brought the bill, that Eddie actually starts talking.

“I kind of fucked up. Didn’t mean to. I owe you an apology,” he says and looks at Buck with worlds of regret and sorrow.

Whatever it is, Buck forgives him. He’s sure he’s done far worse than whatever it is. “Why? What, uh, what happened?”

Eddie doesn’t look at him. Or Tommy. He does shake his head but not like he’s saying no. More like he’s disgusted. “I let it slip that you two are— that you’re. Dating. Together. Boyfriends? Do you call each other that? Are you boyf— never mind, I let it slip. I’m sorry. That was my bad. Not my secret to tell.”

Tommy looks scrunched and confused again and Buck— he doesn’t understand what the problem is? No, he hasn’t told many people yet. But it’s not a secret that he and Tommy are together.

“Eds,” Buck says and immediately thinks he probably shouldn’t have called him that. He doesn’t know why. But he shouldn’t. “It’s fine. I’m not— It’s not a secret. I’m not hiding. Or— or in the closet? I’m out. Now. I’m bi and—” And he’s really happy about that. He really loves it. He’s bisexual. He loves women and men and whoever regardless of gender. And holy shit, does he love men right now. He really, really loves being with a man. He looks to his side and grins brightly at Tommy. “And I’m not ashamed or embarrassed that Tommy and I are together.”

There’s a cute half smile that curves the side of Tommy’s mouth and Buck so wants to kiss him. And do all sorts of other things with him.

“Well. Good.” Eddie taps his finger on an empty shot glass like he’s contemplating ordering another. “Still. Didn’t go well. Didn’t mean to out you like that.”

“Didn’t go well?” Tommy asks. “Saying that Evan and I are dating didn’t go well?”

Eddie purses his lips and does a slow, exaggerated shake of his head. “Nope. But at least I learned that now. Has the waiter brought our check yet? Because I’m just going to drink more if I don’t head out soon. Not that I’m sad about her or anything. I’m pissed. You think you know someone, and no. No, she’s a raging homophobe.”

She— oh. Oh, that’s what happened. “She broke up with you because we’re gay? Bi and gay? Or— you know what I mean.” Is Tommy gay? Or bi? Or something else? Buck hasn’t actually asked what label he uses. How he qualifies his sexuality. He felt weird asking. It’s so personal. Is he supposed to ask? All he knows is that Tommy was into him. Tommy kissed him and it was breathtaking, incredible, magnificent and changed Buck’s whole life. He didn’t really think anything beyond that. Couldn’t really think beyond that.

Eddie definitively points at himself and then at phantom nothingness. “I dumped her. Because I said this was a double date with you guys and she said, well not really, and I said, no really. It’s a double date. Her and me and both of you. Double date. Except not her. Ever. Anymore. Because she had to go off about how it was wrong and made her uncomfortable and I ‘let both of you be alone with Christopher?’ And it couldn’t possibly be a date like me and her would go on a date because she’s a woman and I’m a man and that was normal. But you two are both men. Both muscular, powerful, masculine, manly firemen type men— so it could never be the same especially because neither one of you are flamey or girly or whatever, so it could never work, the two of you since neither one of you is ‘The Girl.’ Which is all bullshit. By the way. Obviously. And,” he finally stops and breathes, and there’s a hard swallow in his throat and his eyes are distant and his whole body is strung tight and if he could breathe fire? He probably would. Holy shit, he’s pissed off. Buck isn’t even sure he’s ever seen Eddie this angry at anyone who hasn’t hurt someone he loves.

Although. Technically she did? Not hurt per se, Buck doesn’t give a shit about what she thinks of him. But she was insulting them. So. Yeah, okay, of course fiercely protective Eddie would be angry.

“And anyway,” Eddie says, still never quite looking at Buck or even at Tommy. Never quite focusing on them. “That’s how I’m single and back on the market again.” He smiles a wide, bitter, snarky kind of smile, and steals the half-full beer glass in front of Buck and downs it in one gulp.

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#buddie #bucktommy #jenwyn wip #buddie wip #almost done with the whole thing should be up in the next day or so #911 abc #fic: test drive

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calumfmu · 7 months ago

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i really love your fics! could i request steve x f’girl reader? i love flipping tropes on their heads!

Hiiii!! Thank you so much <3 Sorry that this took so long, I'm getting out of a writer's rut, but this definitely helped me. I hope that this sufficed. I wasn't sure how smutty you wanted it, so I kinda met you in the middle. Steve x Fuckgirl!Reader 18+ mdni; smut-ish, heavy petting, making out, premature orgasm (lol quick Steve), allusions to sex, 4.4k+ words (Jesus h Christ, Im trying I swear)

It was late in Hawkins when you stumbled into the Family Video, sunset spreading golden orange and yellows across the sky. An overhead bell rang above you, signaling your arrival to the near empty store.

“Welcome in,” you heard a far away, meek voice say to you, you looked up to see a brunette girl, hair cut short and over sized vest hanging over her small frame. You raised your eyebrows in a greeting to her, hand waving slightly in her direction. Noticing how she blushed in response and quickly ducked her head, you laughed to yourself, used to those type of reactions from people—women and men alike.

You recognized her from school, a few years younger than you, was in band or something of the sort. Not really your crowd to hang with, but someone you briefly remembered from that time. She ran over to say something to another worker a few feet away from the counter, stumbling over her feet in the process.

Searching through horror films, you were bent at the waist, blue denims squeezing your hips in all the right places. Running your fingers over the VHS cases, you were startled by a hip crashing into the shelf next to you. The man to which it belonged to faked his cool, leaning against the shelf with one elbow, and his other hand running through his hair, smoothing it back into place.

Giving him a once-over with a raised eyebrow, you stood to your full height. He smiled at you, brown puppy dog eyes crinkling behind the size of the grin.

“Welcome to Family Video,” he rushed, sticking a hand out for you to shake. You eyed the hand briefly, smile toying at the corners of your mouth as you reached up to meet it.

“I think she’s got you beat, big boy,” you laughed, nodding your head over to the brunette who leaned over the counter to watch your interaction. Upon noticing you look at her, she turned around quickly, pressing random buttons on the cash register as if she hadn’t been staring.

The man turned to look at her, red blush covering his cheeks. “We just like to give all of our customers equal satisfaction, if you know what I mean.”

You gave him a face, wincing at the attempt of flirting he tried giving you. Turning back to the tapes, you were set on ignoring him, not really interested in his attempt for… whatever this was. He didn’t let up, choosing to straighten up and adjust his collar, fixing his sleeves as you found sudden interest in a description of a movie.

He cleared his throat, “I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.”

His hand shot out again for you to shake, dropping it once he realized he had already done that. The girl’s laughter in the background urged some of your own, this man—Steve—being the worst at flirting you had ever seen in your life.

Clearing his throat, his voice was shaky as he said, “What can I help you find today?”

You briefly looked at him, noticing the confidence he had that flowed off of him. It was in the wrong place though, his flirting, if you could call it that, was all terribly wrong, nothing of the sort that you would expect from someone with his looks. There was something about him though, something that made him seem like he knew what he was doing even if his efforts were being missed. You could tell he had some sort of game, it all being lost on you.

“Think I’m managing just fine here.”

He chewed at the inside of his lip, seemingly wondering how to get around the rejection you gave him, short answers not giving him any room to continue. You grabbed a different movie off the shelf, satisfied with it as you turned to move towards the counter. He blocked your path, chest broad as his arms were crossed over it.

You ran your eyes over his chest, admiring the way the material stretched taut over muscle, showing off biceps you would love to imagine wrapped around you. Smirking up at him, you indulged in the feeling, ready to have some fun with the nervous boy stood in front of you.

“I can give you a few suggestions, hon.” The nickname had you staring up at him, eyebrows shooting up yet again. “Little Shop of Horrors? Really, I don’t think someone like you should be watching that alone.”

You pushed past him, fingers at your side lingering at his waist as you walked up to the counter to rent out. The girl—Robin, her name tag read—moved to help you, only to get knocked out of the way by Steve, his hurried attempt to make it around. Squinting your eyes at him, you shook your head, humour finding you as you realized his attempts wouldn’t stop.

“Watch it, shithead,” she grumbled, bumping him with her shoulder as she replaced him on the floor.

“Good thing I’m not watching it alone,” you smiled up at him, placing an ID on the counter for him to run your information. He said your name out loud, eyebrows wiggling at the mention of it. Rolling your eyes, you continued. “I’ve got a date with Billy Hargrove.”

Your thumb pointed outside, a blue Camaro parked outside the store that he noticed for the first time. Its loud engine could be heard from inside the store, rumbling so deeply you could feel it if you stopped long enough. His face fell, fingers faltering at the computer as he looked over at you.

“Billy? Seriously?”

You giggled, leaning across the counter as you decided to play into the game he was attempting—yet failing so miserably at. You smirked as his eyes dipped at your chest, noticing the way your low scooped top exposed more than it should’ve of. He tried to cover it up, clearing his throat as he made his return to the computer.

“Oh shit, did you have a date with him too?”

The look he gave you was incredulous, eyes deadpan as they cut to you.

“I’m just saying… not the best option,” he pointed to the tape in front of you, “to watch on a date with Hawkin’s worst option.”

You leaned even further, voice dropping lower. “Yeah, I don’t think the plan is to exactly… watch the movie.”

His face flushed as he turned to look at you, sliding the ID back over to you. Your eyes were hungry as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, audible gulp filling the room. This was your favorite part about being the town’s “most eligible bachelorette”, watching people crumble around you even when you did nothing.

“Well, what are you doing after?” He leaned into your space, face closer to yours as he tried mustering up the confidence he once had. “Bet I could show you a better time than that Hargrove guy.”

A small tapping sound filled the tense air as your fingers moved across the counter, imitating a walking motion with your index and middle. You trailed them up to Steve, ‘walking’ them up his body until you met the junction of his jaw, hand reaching out to lightly rub him on the cheek.

Your fingers traced the light dusting of stubble, feeling the prick of the hairs underneath your fingertips. His eyes were focused on you as you touched him, eyes low with a glimmer behind them.

“Is that so, Steve Harrington?” You pouted at him, his eyes clouding over as your hand ran across his cheek to trial to his hair. The sound of his name on your lips had him gaping, teeth running across the expanse of his bottom lip. Giving his hair a light tug, he leaned into it, mouth dropping as you removed it, placing it back onto the counter.

You leaned in closer to his face, inches away from his mouth as he subconsciously moved closer to you as well. From the close proximity, you could feel his breath on your lips, the scent of spearmint hitting you. His eyes remained low, fixated on your mouth.

Right as he leaned in to close the distance, you moved away. “Maybe next week I could pencil you in, I’ve got another date at 10. Busy gal.”

You gave him the fakest smile you could manage, grabbing the tape before turning on your heel. Making your way to the door, you turned around once more, noticing the way his eyes were glued to your hips.

“I’ll be back Friday,” you said, his eyes shooting up to yours. He seemed stuck in a trance, mouth parted into an ‘o’ as he stared at you, deep red flushed across his cheeks and bridge of his nose. That Robin girl stood in the distance, her own look of shock present on her face as she apparently had been watching the entire interaction. “You know, return policy and all.”

You spun around, swinging the door open as you exited. Robin’s voice was the last you heard in the store, ‘The Scoops legacy continues.’ Billy’s car revved at you, engine blaring through as you swung your body inside.

“Took long enough, sweetheart?” His sunglasses were low on his nose as he looked over them at you. You fought the eye roll you wanted to give him, the smacks he gave to his gum overwhelming you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, coy smile on your lips as you reached a hand to place on his thigh. His foot hit the gas again, revving the vehicle as you trailed your fingers over his groin. “Don’t we have somewhere to be?”

The speed in which he pulled out of the parking lot was nearly comical, your head slamming back into the head rear as tires screeched on black asphalt. Thoughts of the Harrington boy filled your mind as your plans with Billy became closer to reality, he wasn’t supposed to be in there—wasn’t supposed to be clouding your judgement especially when your entire MO was not to let anything linger.

The doorbell rang as you were in the middle of throwing a shirt on over your exposed chest, the final bit of credits rolling from the horror movie you picked out. Irritation pricked at the back of your neck, figuring it was Billy, returning due to forgetting something or to finish the job.

Marching over to the front door, you prepared to yell at the blond. You had kicked him out of your place, frustrated as he had a few too many to get it up. He had been pushing at you for weeks, practically begging to get a date with you, and the second he got one, it ended like this. It was disappointing to say the least, yet what was to be expected every now and then from the pick of Hawkins.

Throwing the door open, you hissed, “What do you want, Bill—oh.”

A pleasant surprise. It was Steve, red flowers in one hand and a VHS tape in the other. He looked nervous yet hopeful, tight blue jeans and a crisp polo, covered by a black jacket. Tilting your head, you looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to be at your doorstep. Let alone, not knowing how he even got your address in the first place.

“So, this is the right place,” he beamed, stepping through the front door as you moved to the side, too shocked to even question it.

You closed the front door, following him into the living room as he turned to give you the flowers. You accepted them, looking down at them in shock as he became suddenly nervous, teeth returning to his bottom lip to chew.

Your mouth sputtered briefly, “What is—how did you—Steve, what are you doing here?”

He clasped his hands in front of himself, teetering on his feet as he nervously gazed at you. You felt slightly exposed, a foreign feeling, as you stood there in a plain white t-shirt and pajama bottoms. You crossed your hands at your chest, pushing down the feeling as he stood in front of you. Straightening your posture, your eyebrow arched at him, throat clearing away the thought of him looking so good in front of you.

“Well, you said you were hanging out with Billy to watch, y’know—“ his thumb pointed to the TV, his mouth quirking at the corners awkwardly, “and that’s only like an hour, 30. Then, you said you had a date at 10, leaving you a few hours to, uhh, hang or… something. Busy gal, ya know?”

The repeated words from earlier had you blushing this time, a smile crossing your face as he made himself comfortable. You tried to immediately get rid of it, a step out of character from your usual when it came to boys. His face flushed as he held up the tape he was holding: Fast Times at Ridgemont High. You stared at it and him, eyes jumping back and forth.

“Fast Times. Short runtime. Perfect duo, if you ask me,” he smiled, hair falling into his face as he stepped a bit closer to you. You laughed at him, feeling too shocked to even argue with him.

You led him into the living room, taking the tape into his hands before setting it up in the player. He fell onto the couch with a sigh, leg shaking nervously as he looked around the living room. You made your way over to him, sitting next to him as he looked at you, smile wider than ever.

“How did you know where I lived?” The TV was loud as it started, the two of you jumping at it. The two of you laughed as you realized you had ended up a bit closer to him, hand resting on his thigh. Removing it, you settled back into the couch, clearing your throat as you tried to remain cool. You didn’t like this, how Steve made you nervous despite not doing anything. That was supposed to be your role, he was supposed to be the one falling to your feet.

“What do you think we need your ID for over at the store?”

Shaking your head, you took a good look at him, noticing the way the man had moles dotted around his face, marking him in perfect places. In this moment, you did recognize who he was, him being a year below you when you used to run Hawkins High. He had stepped up to bat by the time you hit your junior year, rumors of him running rampant around the school. Based on this version of him that stood in front of you, you couldn’t tell what had happened to him—where his confidence and irresistible charm had gone.

“You’re so—“

“Smart?” He finished for you, blushing. “Nah, I can’t take credit for that. It’s all Robin, she’s, like, my wing-woman at this point.”

As the movie started, he began to relax, settling into the couch, and his palms rubbed the cloth over his knees, legs parted. Your knees were pulled up to your chest, yet body turned to him, engaged in conversation that allowed you to get to know the man in front of you. The movie was a blur in the background, the two of you facing each other, inches away with hands just shy of touching each other.

The landline rang, pulling you out of the conversation, Steve’s gaze lingering on you for a second too long as you contemplated picking it up.

“You’re not going to get that?” The drop in his voice had you distracted, mind wanting to hear just how low it could get.

“Uhhh… I’m just going to let it go,” you answered, leaning into him. The phone went silent, his eyes briefly darting to it before returning to you. You were much closer to him now, your tongue licking at the corner of your mouth. “Can I try something, Steve?”

“Uh huh,” he whispered, hand shooting up to place on your cheek as you leaned in. Your lips met, two pairs of eyes fluttering shut. He was soft, lips fitting snug into the shape of yours, tongue warm as it found its way into your mouth.

“You’re gonna get it now?” He muttered against your lips with a slight smile, pressing soft kisses to you. You hadn’t even noticed the phone was ringing again, too caught up in the way his fingers felt in your hair, the other planted softly at the base of your neck.

“I guess I should,” you didn’t even open your eyes, continuing the kiss as you began to straddle him, pressing him into the plush couch cushion. The phone went silent once more, only to be ringing again, in what seemed like a more urgent matter if that was even possible.

“For fuck’s sake,” you exclaimed, pushing off of him as you stormed over to it. “Who is it?”

Steve’s face was flushed, his hands adjusting his hair and pulling at the rumbled front of his shirt. He sat up slowly, pressing the back of his hand to his cheeks to cool them as he began to notice how flustered he had become. You trailed your eyes over him from across the room, hunger in your eyes.

“Oh, Billy—hey.”

The name had Steve stiffening, his face dropping as you continued the phone call. He directed his attention to the television once more, pretending to tune out the conversation, yet you knew he was listening.

Billy’s words in your ear were droning on, a blabber of speech that sounded strikingly similar to the parents in the Peanuts cartoons. You fought the eye roll, even if he couldn’t see it, you had to save face in front of Steve.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, babe…” You spoke to him, putting up your best good girl voice that normally works in this situation. Steve’s head ticked slightly in your direction, eyes squinting barely. “Of course, we can try again. Anytime.”

Steve stood up, hands dusting over his jean pockets as he dug his foot into the carpet. He seemed as if he didn’t know what to do with himself, hands moving from in his pockets to outside to crossed at his chest to finally rest at his hips. He cleared his throat, you pulled the phone away from your ear to listen for his next words.

“Hey, uhh, I think I’m going to get going,” he muttered, face flushed as he pointed his thumb towards the front door. As he went to go turn, you hung up on Billy, ignoring his shout of protest as it hit the hook.

“Wait! You’re leaving?” You asked, rushing over to him as his back was turned to you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, fingers urging him to sit down before you returned to your previous position, knees caging in his hips, your bum pressed firm into his lap. His fingers came to rest at your fingers, spread wide over the expanse of skin, slightly pushing up your pajama top.

“I… you seemed busy,” he sounded distracted as you began to press kisses to his neck. His head hit the back cushion, hips rutting up into yours before he could even think of it. You ground down on him, a roll of your hips pulling a guttural moan from him.

“Can’t we have some fun first, Steve?”

His eyes fluttered shut at your hips worked magic over his, the bulge in his jeans growing by the second as your fingers explored his chest, finally feeling the firm press of muscle beneath them. Meeting his lips again, you pushed the kiss further, licking into his mouth with a fervor behind it.

He placed a hand in your hair, pulling you into him as your chest pressed against him, pants escaping your mouths.

“It’s okay, Steve,” You whispered against his mouth, arching up into him. He was beyond hard in this moment, grinding up into you as you worked him, movements slow, yet calculated over him. “I’m yours for tonight.”

He nodded into the kiss, pulling his hand towards the front of your sleep shorts, fingers dipping below the waist band to brush over your pubic bone. You gasped at the feeling, head pulling away from him to look down at his hand disappearing behind your shorts. His fingers brushed over you, slight pressure applied to your clothed clit.

You arched into the touch, your own hand coming to rub at the front of his pants, brushing over his bulge pressing at the front. The two of you became breathless, heavy pants filling the room as you rubbed at each other. His fingers moved in circles over you, the material of your panties separating the skin-on-skin contact dampening with each movement.

“You know, I’ve—“ his voice was strained, caught in his throat as he spoke, eyes low as he looked up at you on top of him. “I’ve always had a crush on y—“

You kissed him again, swallowing his words as the confession left your mouth. Your heart began to pound in your chest, arousal briefly leaving at the words. That was something you didn’t do, no, definitely not. He wasn’t going to sit here, look pretty as he fell apart, and confess his true feelings for you.

His breath hitched even further as you slipped your hand into the waistband of his jeans, gripping him through the thin material of his boxers. Fuck, of course, he’s huge, you thought to yourself. His looks, of course, weren’t enough for him.

The grasp on him had him mewling, hips coming up off the couch as you felt around, giving him light tugs. He tried keeping up the movements with his own fingers on you, failing as he fell apart under your touch. With a low moan, his hips stilling as he came, eyes squeezed shut with his chest heaving rapidly.

“Fuck,” he muttered, tongue darting out to dampen his red, kiss-swollen lips. You kissed its traces, giggling at him as he opened his eyes to meet you. You were tempted to sit there for a moment, get lost in the deep amber of his eyes, find yourself a home there. That wasn’t your MO, you couldn’t bring yourself to do that.

You pulled yourself from him, clambering off of him as you adjusted the front of your clothing. Glancing back at the tape forgotten on the tv, the credits began to roll, the distorted flashing of the Ridgemont Mall showing on screen.

“Hey, you didn’t even—“

You cut him off, smiling as you began to walk towards the tape, turning it off as you spoke, “You better get going.”

You handed him the tape, tucked into its sleeve as he sat on the couch, shirt ruffled up, pants loose at the waist, dark patch wet at the front. He glanced down at himself, embarrassment flooding his cheeks at the state he was in.

“What about…” He didn’t finish his words, shaking his head as he stood up off the couch. You sat in silence with one another as he fixed himself, his hands running through tendrils that lay across his forehead.

Walking him to the front door, you chewed at your bottom lip, feet shuffling under you as he stood in the door frame. You avoided eye contact, hand clasped on the door as he stood there, searching for something to say. You felt if you looked at him, you would cave, would give in to feelings that you knew would be bad for you.

“Could I, at least, see you again?”

The sound of his voice had you looking at him, heart beating faster as he looked so sincere with the porch light casting a halo around him. He looked unraveled, yet in the best way, cheeks still coloured red from his high.

You went to shake your head, wanted to explain your thing when it came to situations like this, yet you found yourself pausing in the movement. His confession earlier stung at you, eating away at a part of you that was surprising to even be there in the first place. Reluctantly, you nodded, ignoring the beam he gave you immediately.

“Friday,” you supplied, knuckles lightening in color as you gripped the wood. As he opened his mouth to speak, you covered it quickly, “Return policy and all.”

The joy was gone from him, smile falling just as quickly as he gave it to you. If there was any time for you to feel like a villain, it was now—this opportunity feeling like taking candy from a child. Only it was worse. Yet he had to know this was just how you operated, his own rumors that once circled the town not straying far from your own. Turning on his heel, his head was low as he made his way down your walkway.

Slowly, you shut the door behind him, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned to rest your forehead against it. The feeling of guilt in your chest was inexcusable, the length of time you had even known this boy too short to make up for it. His confession earlier lingered in your brain, wondering what might have happened if you urged him on, pressing details of his crush.

You fought the thoughts for the rest of the night, ignoring them as you were pressed into the back seat of another boy’s car at Lover’s Lake. Had to focus on the feeling of the stranger’s hands on you, the feeling of him inside of you as windows became steamier, clothes were shed. Notches on your belt were what they seemed, nothing too much to think about as you ignored the gnawing in your chest.

Friday came and went, Robin standing behind the counter as you pressed the tape over the counter into her hands. The boy that remained on your mind was nowhere to be seen, missing from the floor as your eyes searched the heads appearing in between aisles of films. And if when you asked about his whereabouts and Robin gave you an answer alluding to him coming down with something, you definitely did not fight the feeling to be upset, figuring it was just as much nothing to him as it was to you. You didn’t call Billy back that night, didn’t pretend it was Steve instead who was kissing you, arching you down in a way you would’ve loved to be with him with.

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holylulusworld · 9 days ago

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Sewer Rat (3)

Summary: He broke your heart. Now he must pay for it.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, former Mobster!Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, scared reader, Bucky is scary as shit, mentions of a breakup, Tony being an asshole, Rumlow is no better, hatred on men

Sewer rat (2)

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“Pier 3,“ you recite the information you memorized if Tony ever turned his back on you. “He likes to use the warehouse there for interrogations. He pays the guards, and the cops look the other way.”

“Good,” Steve nods while taking notes. “We will check on the warehouse and see if he’s hiding our informant there.”

“I’m not sure, okay,” you hastily add. “It’s simply an assumption. I heard him talk about the warehouse and Pier 3 more than once. Not while I was around, of course. Only in a hushed tone in private.”

“Steve, be careful. It could be a trap,” Bucky warns. “No hasty decisions. Maybe Stark tries to fuck us over by feeding his bed bunny the wrong information.”

You flinch at his crudeness. Bed bunny, that’s what women are to these men. Nothing else. A toy to use until they get bored or find a better toy.

“If the information was right too, can I go then?” You hope Bucky will keep his word and help you start a new life. A few bucks and new papers will be enough. You’re not picky like Tony’s ex.”

“Boss did ya hear? Stark already replaced her." Rumlow snorts in your direction. He’s not the nicest guy, but you didn’t expect him to be friendly.

Bucky quirks a brow. “Oh, whom is he fucking now?”

Rumlow makes a face. “Potts, his ex.” He snorts. “If I exchange a pussy for another one, I’d choose a new one. Not an old hole I already fucked.”

That’s enough. They don’t know anything about love. You don’t need a guy like Rumlow to make fun of your predicament and broken heart.

“He can fuck any hole he wants to fuck. I don’t care. Your input is useless to me,” Bucky mutters as he watches you close the door behind you. “Next time, don’t mention it in front of our new informant. She’s a little sensitive when it comes to her ex.”

Brock rolls his eyes. “Did ya get weak for some pussy, boss? She’s only a random informant.”

“I gave you an order,” Bucky snarls at Rumlow. “I expect you to follow my orders without asking questions. If she’s crying her eyes out, she’s not useful to me.”

You angrily wipe your already swollen eyes. His ex. Out of all the women he could replace you with, it’s his ex. Pepper Potts. The shadow you were living in for the longest time. It was only a matter of time for her to reclaim her throne.

“Spilled milk,” Bucky waltzes into the guestroom. Well, you cannot expect privacy in his house. You’re nothing but an unwanted guest, an intruder even. “You shouldn’t cry over him.”

“What do you know about feelings and love?” You snap at Bucky. “Not days ago, I believed Tony would propose, and now he’s banging his ex. The red-haired devil.”

“As I said—” He stops right in front of you to grab your hand and keep you from wiping off my tears.“ If you want me to help you, these will be the last tears you waste on him. I need your sharp mind to bring Stark down. What I don’t need is a crybaby.”

“You’re such an insensitive asshole, Barnes. You all are. Men are all the same,” you snap at him and wiggle your wrist free. “Why do women still waste their time on you? You don’t deserve love and devotion. None of you. We should let you go extinct.”

Bucky snores at your outburst. “You can be funny too. No wonder Tony kept you around for longer than his usual flings.”

Getting reduced to a fling stings. You know by now that Tony never loved you; otherwise, he would’ve listened when you tried to tell him that you’d never cheat on him.

“I cannot understand how women and men can be so different,” you say, and look around the room. “We don’t belong together. You only want sex—a warm body to lean on once in a while. We look for a connection and a deeper meaning beyond psychical touch.”

Shaking your head, you look at your hands. They’re trembling. “It’s not worth the pain and disappointment. If men like us commit to a woman, it’s more than marriage or a relationship, Y/N. Till death do us part means something different in our world. You should know that. If you are mine, you’ll be in danger all the time.”

“Tony never warned me,” you murmur. “He came into my life and..." You shake your head, chuckling humorlessly. “He simply demanded that I change my life to commit to our relationship. I gave up my job, my home, and my friends. I built my fucking life around his needs, only for him to throw me out like trash.”

“I told you, no more tears.” He roughly cups your face and growls your name, “It’s not worth it. Love is an illusion. Nothing else.”

“What a sad world we’re living in,” you conclude. “In the end, you are all great pretenders, aren’t you?” Lifting your chin defiantly, you look Bucky straight in the eyes. “Tony pretended to love me. My friend pretended to be my friend. And you pretended to be on my side. All of you used me differently.”

“May I remind you that you came to me?” Bucky angrily replies. “I didn’t use you. It was a business transaction. You deliver information; I protect you.”

“Sure, you do,” you reply without missing a beat. “For as long as I’m useful. After that—” You shrug and keep the ending open. Just like Bucky does.

Jake worriedly looks your way. “Boss, I don’t think she should see this.” He says and pleadingly looks at Bucky.

“Play the footage, Jensen,” Bucky grunts. He’s not in the mood to waste more time finding the people behind your downfall. “Now. I don’t have all day.”

While you nervously wring your hands, Jake starts the video. It’s your friend and certain redhead talking. The timestamp tells you the meeting took place one week before he called you.

You can hear Pepper tell your friend to call you and pretend he wants to marry. That he must hug you and kiss your cheek. She wanted him to spend time with you and that she'd take care of the rest.

“Pepper Potts, what a devious snake you are,” Bucky muses. “Who would’ve thought she would go so far only to get that old man’s dick again?”

“Me,” you reply. “She threatened me whenever she got the chance. Pepper believed I was the reason for their breakup. In reality, I met Tony half a year after their breakup.”

“You mean he told you so, sweet cheeks,” Rumlow snickers. “I hate to break it for you, but Stark wanted to get into your pants. He’d told you about the sun and the moon to get between your legs.”

“As amusing as my heartbreaks must be to you, this won’t help me start a new life.” You shrug when the men stare at you. “She got away with it, okay. Tony is banging his ex, and all my shit belongs to her now. All I want is to get out of this town without getting shot.”

Bucky grabs you by your arm to guide you out of the room. “It took us days and lots of resources to find out the truth. You could show a little more gratitude.”

“I gave you everything to destroy Tony and take over his empire. That should be enough, don’t you think?” You try to put a brave face on and not show weakness. Bucky owes you, and he knows it. “When will you get me out of town?”

“You’re mine for as long as I tell you.” He cups your face with his gloved hand. “Don’t you dare believe for one second I’ll shelter your life if you keep on talking like that to me.”

“Breaking promises already?” You challenge. “I believe you’re known for being a man of your word.”

“I am a man of my word.” He kisses you hard, taking you by surprise. You gasp when he steps away seconds later. “When I said you’re mine, I meant it.”

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candycandy00 · 6 months ago

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The Maiden’s Voyage - A Sukuna x Reader Fanfic Part 2

You’re a passenger on a ship attacked by pirates. The pirate captain Sukuna chooses you to be his entertainment for the voyage.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. AU. Sukuna as a Pirate Captain. Noncon/Rape! Very rough sex! Bondage. Violence. Blood. Sukuna is a cruel, sadistic monster here! You’ve been warned!

Part of CandyCandy’s 2k Followers Event! There will be multiple parts because I got really attached to this idea and it was getting too long. Any feedback, comments, reblogs, etc. will make my day sunny and bright! 💖 Dividers by @benkeibear!

Your body was not made to stretch this far, to bend this much to another’s whims, so he will break you. He’s already broken you a dozen times by now.

Captain Sukuna has spent the past four days using you as his plaything, his toy to have fun with and then smash on the floor when he’s done. Your skin is covered in bruises from being thrown around the room, shoved into any position he wants you in. There’s a constellation of bloody marks all over you, from being bitten or pinched too hard. Your entire body is sore.

Right now, he’s fucking you against the wall of his cabin, the soft skin of your bare back scraping over the hard wood as he repeatedly slams you back into it. Your legs dangle on either side of him, his firm body pressed into you as his cock roughly assaults your aching pussy. Your hands weakly clutch his strong shoulders, your eyes full of tears. In this position, face to face, you have no choice but to look into his gleaming ruby eyes as he abuses you.

It hurts. It always hurts. He makes sure of that.

You’ve given up trying to be strong, trying to hold back your tears or your screams. He’ll tear them out of you one way or another. So you shake with sobs as you drop your head, your face buried in his neck.

He seems to like this, to like how pitiful and broken you are, because you feel his enormous cock twitch within you, and seconds later he’s shooting his seed directly into your deepest parts.

After he completely empties himself, he pulls out and then unceremoniously drops you onto the floor. You wince at the impact on your bruised flesh, then scurry over to the tattered, shabby dress he gave you to wear when you’re not being fucked by him. You quickly pull it over your head, eager to cover yourself up.

Sukuna sits on his bed, his legs spread, totally confident and comfortable in his nakedness. Even now, despite how cruelly he treats you, you find it difficult not to look at him. He draws your eyes to him at all times, with his perfectly sculpted body.

He notices your gaze and smirks at you. “You like my tattoos, don’t you?” he asks.

You pry your eyes away, feeling heat rush to your face. “No,” you say.

“Lying little cunt,” he says, though his tone is more playful than angry. “You’re practically salivating. Come here.”

You know better than to keep him waiting, so you step over to him. He reaches out and grabs one of your hands, pulling it to his chest. “Touch them,” he says, looking at you with an expression that makes your knees wobble. You relax your clenched fingers, lightly pressing them to one of the black lines of ink. They feel the same as the rest of his skin, but there’s something lurid about having your fingertips on them.

Your heart races, your breaths come faster, and you slide your fingers down, tracing the tattooed lines. He’s not even gripping your hand anymore.

“Most women find them frightening,” he says, his voice slightly softer than usual as he watches you. “But they turn you on, don’t they?”

You nod, still distracted. Your fingers keep moving down, to his lower abdomen, feeling the taut muscles there, following the lines lower, over the thin patch of soft pink hair that trails down to his hardening cock. You pause, pulling your hand away.

He takes hold of it again, pulling it back to his groin. “Don’t stop now. Touch me as you please,” he says huskily, his face close to yours.

You slowly return your hand, sliding it down until your fingertips graze over his shaft. Gently, hesitantly, you wrap your fingers around the base of it, where the tattoos are.

Sukuna reaches out and pulls your tattered dress up to your waist, then pulls you into his lap, forcing you to straddle his large thigh. Your bare pussy rests right where the black lines circle him. You’re a wet, sticky mess from just being fucked, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Gradually, you begin moving, rubbing yourself up and down his thigh, enjoying the friction of his muscles against your clit.

He’s made you cum over and over again these past four days. Even though you find it humiliating, you’ve begun to crave the feeling, because it’s the only thing that feels good in a sea of pain.

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Sukuna watches his toy grind on his thigh, relishing the feeling of her soft, wet pussy pressing onto him. Her hand, looking so small wrapped around his massive shaft, begins to move up and down, stroking him with careful, uncertain motions. He’ll have to teach her how to properly jack him off, but for now her nervous, shy little actions are cute enough to rile him up.

She has such a beautiful face, even more beautiful when her eyes are glazed over and she’s panting, on the edge of climax. Even the dirty, hideous dress he gave her does nothing to disguise her loveliness. It doesn’t fit her well, the loose collar slipping off one of her shoulders as she continues moving, breathing hard, her body beginning to shudder.

Her lips part, her face flushes, her hand is silky and warm on his cock. And he realizes something.

“Have you ever been kissed?” he asks her, staring at her lips.

She looks away, so bashful even while she’s chasing her own orgasm. “N-no, I haven’t,” she says.

Such a cute, innocent little thing.

He leans forward, pressing his lips to hers, kissing her gently before slipping his tongue into her mouth. She tastes so sweet, just like he imagined. When he pulls back, she’s looking at him as if she’s never seen him before, her hand grasping his cock a little tighter, her hips grinding on him a little faster.

He watches her face while she cums, tears in her eyes, her breaths shallow and rapid. Such a pretty pretty face, all blissed out from her climax. She looks so precious, it makes him feel his own release approaching.

So he shoves her off him, onto her knees on the floor, and points his cock at that beautiful face before covering it in cum. Ahh, this is how he likes her best, how she’s loveliest: when he’s dirtied and defiled her.

She blinks rapidly, trying to wipe the cum off her long dainty eyelashes with her shaking hands. She sniffles as if she’s going to cry again. He decides to have pity on her.

“Go into the washroom and clean yourself up,” he tells her. Two days ago he didn’t let her wash her face for hours, so she seems relieved as she gets to her feet. “Oh, and make yourself presentable,” he adds. “You’ll be joining me on the deck tonight.”

She pauses, looking surprised, but he gives no explanation. She heads into his private washroom and emerges later, looking clean and fresh despite the ragged dress. She’s tied it in places and done her best to make it at least look neat, but there’s very little she can do for it. He finds the effort charming.

“Let’s go then,” he says, and opens the door. She looks at him as if she’s suspicious, as if this is some trick. He’s never allowed her out of his quarters before. He laughs. “We’re just going to enjoy some entertainment out in the open sea air. No need to worry.”

A look of terror passes over her face. She’s probably imagining something heinous. Maybe she thinks he’s going to strip her and rape her in front of his crew, or hand her over to them to enjoy. Perhaps she thinks he’s going to murder her, or someone else. He finds her fear amusing, so he does nothing more to calm it. He simply steps out of the room and gestures for her to follow.

She only hesitates a moment, then she joins him. He holds out his arm to her, as the rich nobles do when escorting a lady. She takes it, but her eyes remain downcast, full of dread.

When they reach the upper deck, the festivities are just getting started. Several men among the crew are talented musicians, and they’re merrily playing their favored instruments, creating a lively, energetic song. Torches are lit everywhere, and some men have set up small booths where they’re handing out food they’ve made for the occasion or serving drinks.

The maiden on his arm looks around in wonder, the fear that had haunted her pretty face now gone. “What is all this?” she asks, so surprised by the sight that she spoke to him like a normal person rather than a terrified captive.

He grins down at her. “We sold off the haul we got from the ship you were on. Whenever we end up with more gold than we expected, we like to throw a party to celebrate.”

Her eyes dart around, as if she’s searching for something. “Where are the other women?”

“In the brig, I assume,” he says as he leads her toward his reserved spot in the middle of the deck.

This seems to bother her, but she doesn’t say anymore about it. Sukuna sits on the plush cushion laid out for him, then pulls her into his lap.

“Just for tonight, enjoy yourself. If there’s anything you want to eat or drink, say so. Just don’t leave my side.”

She nods, looking shy again. She spends the next couple hours sampling the foods he has brought over, but only taking a few sips of the rum. Sukuna himself drinks several mugs of it, enjoying the buzz and heat of the alcohol.

The music continues to play, and many of the pirates begin dancing. The maiden watches them with warm eyes. Sukuna watches them too, then turns to her. “Do you want to dance?”

She looks away, flustered. “No, I… I don’t even know how.”

Sukuna downs another mug of rum. He’s never truly been drunk, but drinking this much does make him a little freer with his thoughts and words, putting him in a slightly better mood. He stands up, pulling her with him. “Anyone can dance,” he tells her. “You think these riffraff ever had lessons?”

She glances around at the dancing pirates, all of them moving however they please, no coordination. Sukuna pulls her against him and swings around, moving both their bodies across the deck as the music plays.

The look of surprise on her face makes him grin. The light of the stars above their heads is reflected in her glass-like eyes. He spins her around, thinking that even the ugly dress she’s wearing looks stunning while flowing around her.

He can’t wait to take her back to his quarters and fuck her again, to feel her writhing beneath him, begging him for mercy as he takes her by force.

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You’re not sure how you feel as Sukuna pulls you into the dance, swaying you in time with the cheerful music. He seems to be in good spirits tonight, and his laugh is infectious. Is it the rum? Or the overall happy and excited feel of the evening? Either way, you feel a bit of relief. Perhaps he won’t be so harsh with you tonight.

At some point, as he twirls you around and then pulls you back into his arms, you feel your own mood becoming brighter. You’re still a captive, still being hurt by him all the time, but your bruised body and aching heart demand that you allow yourself just this moment to feel something other than pain and sorrow.

The dance ends. The music finally stops, and the pirates begin clearing the deck. You feel the brief flash of joy instantly fade away as Sukuna takes your hand and leads you back toward his cabin. He grabs another mug of rum on his way and drains it quickly.

Back in his room, he barely shuts the door before his hands are on you, sliding under the collar of your dress to squeeze your breasts. He’s standing behind you, his mouth on your neck.

“So beautiful,” he mutters, and you freeze. Did he just call you beautiful? The rum must be affecting him.

You can’t stop yourself from asking, “Me?”

He’s still kissing your neck, his hands still groping your flesh. “I’ve been to many lands,” he says, his voice deep and breathy, “I’ve sailed every sea. But I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful than you.”

You feel your heart beating faster. Why does hearing that make you feel this way? He’s a monster! He’s-

“You’re attracted to me, aren’t you?” he asks.

“I… I’m…”

His hand moves down, pulling up the skirt of your dress and settling between your legs, his fingers probing, making your knees buckle.

“Your body is honest. Why can’t you be?”

You shudder from the pleasure, leaning back against his chest. “Yes… I’m attracted to you.”

“Then don’t hold back,” he whispers into your ear. “I told you, touch me as you please.”

You look up at his face. Somehow it seems softer than before. You realize you do want to touch him, but you don’t want him to hurt you. Maybe… if you please him in your own way, would he be satisfied?

Looking away from his eyes, you say shyly in a small voice, “Can you sit on the bed?”

He withdraws from you, and you hate to admit that you immediately miss his fingers. He moves over to the bed and sits down, his legs spread wide. He gives you a smug look. Of course he does.

You step over and lower yourself to your knees, then begin unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. Your fingers shake and your heart pounds, but you manage to free his already hard cock from his clothes. You look at it for a moment, still marveled by its sheer size, then you look up into his eyes as you run your tongue from the base to the tip, along the underside. At the tip, you gently press your tongue in, tasting him thoroughly, before taking him into your mouth.

This is so much more pleasant than the way he roughly fucks your mouth, with you being able to control how deep and how fast he goes. As you swirl your tongue around, coating him in saliva before easing him partway down your throat, you hear him draw in a sharp breath. He’s looking at you with those intense eyes, seeming slightly surprised. Perhaps he’s been so used to being forceful, he didn’t realize how good a slow, wet, adoring blowjob could feel.

So you continue, treating his cock like it’s something precious, beloved. His hand falls on your head, his finger gently threading through your hair. His breaths sound deeper as you lightly suck on his tip before taking him down your throat again. When you feel him twitching, his grip on your hair tightening slightly, you pull away and hold your mouth open, extending your tongue.

It’s an invitation, and he happily accepts, shooting his thick cum onto your waiting tongue. You pull it into your mouth, savoring the taste, letting him see it pooling inside before slowly swallowing it.

A wide smile spreads over his face, and you feel a bizarre sense of pride that you pleased him. He stands up and pulls you to your feet, then quickly pulls your dress over your head, leaving you completely naked. He scoops you up into his arms and carries you bridal style to his bed, where he spreads you out like a meal.

You watch him, breathless, as he climbs onto the bed, between your thighs, and buries his face in your pussy. You can’t suppress a moan when you feel his tongue slip between your folds and lick a stripe up to your clit. Your back arches as his fingers plunge in and out of you while his lips close around your sensitive and swollen nub.

Your hands clench the sheets, your mouth falling open as he devours you. His tongue expertly dances over your flesh, making you scream out his name in ecstasy. Your legs begin to tremble, and his strong hands move to hold them down.

Nothing has ever felt so good, and you have to fight back your own emotions. You can’t fall for him, for this beast who forces himself on you every day, who enjoys your suffering. But your body is singing to his tune, your heart fluttering at even the memory of the dance you shared. What is wrong with you?

Finally you reach release, your hand flying over to bury itself in his hair. He draws back to look at you as you pant to regain your breath. Then, all at once, he jerks your legs up, folding you in half.

“W-wait!” you cry. You don’t think you could handle it if he hurt you now, when you’re so emotionally fragile. “Please, Sukuna, don’t hurt me. Not tonight.”

He bends down and kisses your neck. “Every night,” he murmurs against your skin, “all night. Now scream for me.” Then he rams his cock all the way inside you, fucking you harder than ever before. He’s positively ruthless, ignoring your pleas and cries. In the end your emotions are left frayed and burned, your body battered and bloody.

The next day, you’re covered in fresh bruises, sitting on the floor of his cabin, when another pirate comes in.

“We miscalculated a bit, Capn’. We’re gonna pass awfully close by the island.”

Sukuna frowns. “How close?”

The pirate hesitates, glances at you, then answers. “Close enough for cannon fire to hit us. But I don’t think there’s a strong military presence there. We should be able to squeak by without much trouble.”

“How soon?” Sukuna asks.

“We can already see land, sir.”

Sukuna scoffs and the two men leave the cabin. You sit there replaying their conversation in your mind.

Passing by an island? Close? You’ve always been a very good swimmer. Could you jump ship and swim to shore? Could you finally be free of this torment?

You stand up and pace around the room. You go to the door twice but don’t open it. Why are you hesitating? Because you’re afraid? Or because your confused, broken heart has convinced you that you feel something for the brutal captain?

Minutes pass by as you agonize over what to do. Part of you is ready to run out that door right now. But some tiny part is pulling you back to the captain’s bed.

Finally, you snap back to your senses and run over to the door, easing it open and running outside. At first, the bright sun of the afternoon blinds you, but then you look from side to side. Where is the island?!

With a sense of horror, you realize there is no island. There’s only ocean as far as you can see in every direction. A few feet away, Sukuna is looking at you with a wicked grin.

“You sure took your time,” he says in a cruel, mocking tone. “Most captives make a run for it within seconds. Don’t tell me you were thinking about staying?”

You open your mouth to reply, but no words come out. The sea wind whips around your face as tears flood your eyes. Sukuna walks over to you and grabs your limp arm. “But since you did eventually take the bait and try to escape, you’ll have to be punished. Severely.”

And then he drags you back to his quarters.

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detectivestucks · 11 months ago

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A Jealous Hokage V

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader x Obito

Summary: You make a decision as the Gala approaches, Kakashi drives you wild when you attend the event before he and Obito make a spectacle in front of the entire international community

Warnings: NSFW, Slight degradation, Oral, Unprotected Sex, Toy Usage, Violence

Word Count: 6k

Part 4

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You wake up the next day feeling heavy. It felt like Kakashi was forcing you to choose between him and your career. Years of studying, hard work, and climbing the ladder all to be thrown away over a boy. You worked so hard to get assigned to high profile projects, you spent so many long nights proving your worth to become team lead of your division, you’re about to meet with the board for a promotion that you’ve been anticipating for two months. Your career is finally taking off and Kakashi wants to come in like a wrecking ball and discredit everything your hard work achieved.

You love how everyone views you as the exceedingly smart and dependable linguist. You dread the idea of being viewed as nothing more than the Hokage’s girlfriend, using her boyfriend’s influence to get the job she wants. Not to mention the target that will be on your back from all the jealous fangirls who dream of dating him. Scores of women will try to sabotage you or harm your work all for the sake of stealing your relationship away from you. He acted like this was no big deal but publicly becoming the Copy Ninja’s girlfriend was actually a very big adjustment and one that you were not mentally braced for. He was right though; you can’t ask him to wait till he steps down as Hokage. If you are serious about maintaining your relationship, you will have to face the music eventually.

You couldn’t help but think about how much easier all this would be if you had never started seeing Kakashi and had met Obito first. The feelings were there. That you couldn’t deny. You were relatively sure that he already loved you and you could see yourself grow to love him in the same way. No one would care if you were to date a regular Jonin. Everyone at the office would keep praising your work ethic and intelligence and Obito would stand by your side and celebrate your success rather than detract from it. Plus if his genjutsu was even a little accurate, he was a good fuck too.

You begin to shake your head. Stop thinking about that. It wasn’t real. I chose Kakashi.

Wrought with indecision you decide to go dress shopping to distract yourself. You needed something for the Gala in a few weeks and you would possibly need some alterations done before the night of the party. Not wanting to go alone, you swing by your officemate’s home to see if she could come with.

“Absolutely! I’m sure my husband would be much happier if I go with you instead of him.”

You both giggle at the sentiment and head to the market.

“You doing okay, Y/N? You seem a little down today.”

“Oh, ah, it’s nothing. Just some personal issues.”

“Uh-oh, does this have to do with mystery man?”

“A little. Well, a lot.”

“What happened? Or are you going to keep me in the dark like usual?”

“Well, he doesn’t want to be a mystery much longer.”

“Which is reasonable”

“But I really think it will impact my upcoming promotion.”

“Why? Are you dating one of the elders?” She says sarcastically

“Of course not.” You laugh “But you know how important my work is to me and I don’t want it ruined over some guy.”

“Well is it really ‘some guy’ when you’ve been seeing him for months?”

You think about this before you speak. “There’s…there’s also another guy.”

“Woah! Two guys at once? Is that why he’s a secret?”

“No! Nothing like that! He has just made it crystal clear that he’s interested in me. He seems great and well, being with him wouldn’t negatively impact my career. It would ‘be easy, the way it’s supposed to be.’ Or at least that’s what he says.”

“Want to know what I think?”

“Desperately” you say with sincerity

“I think that the first guy must mean a lot to you if you want to date him despite how it could hurt your career. I know how much your work means to you, so it tells me a lot about who he must be.”

You give a weak smile, relieved that your decision to stay with Kakashi was validated.

“But where does that leave me with the whole, going public thing?”

“Well, you have that meeting with the board coming up soon, right?”

“Yes, they assigned me that Class S project that’s due in 3 weeks and the board meeting is right after. They want to see if I can ‘handle the pressure of leading a team that interprets S Rank intel’.”

“They act like you’re not already doing that.” she laughs.

“Yeah really”

“But anyways, how about, you wait till after the board meeting? See if you get the position and then go public after you’ve had a few weeks to settle into the new job.”

“I don’t know…”

“I’m just saying, it gives him a date so he’s happy, and it gives you time to establish yourself as the boss before your lovelife becomes a factor in your professional life.”

“You know what Shiho, that is sage advice. Thank you. Now what advice can you give me about this dress?”

“It’s stunning. The jaw of every man, including mystery man, will be on the floor.”

You smile at yourself in the mirror. She was absolutely right. Kakashi would have to forgive you if he saw you in this. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you.

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Going into work the next Monday was painful. You had a meeting with Kakashi to discuss the status of your project and he was incredibly cold to you. You know it wasn’t cause he was mad at you, it was because he was hurt. It also probably didn’t help that the catalyst for your interaction was due to the very reason why you wouldn’t go public about your feelings for him.

You needed to talk to him. Tell him your decision. Tell him about the timeline Shiho suggested. You tried to linger behind after the project briefing but new people kept coming into his office so you didn’t get the chance.

At the end of the day Kakashi swung by your office. You were working late as usual. He stood there watching you while you were lost in thought. He sighed and walked away without saying hello.

Obito however also decided to come check on you, striding into your office like it was his own.

“Oh come on Obito, now I can’t remember what I was just thinking.”

He leaned against your desk, “Don’t worry Princess, you’re smart, you’ll remember.”

You grimaced at him. “That’s not the point. I don’t like being interrupted when I’m working late. That’s the whole beauty of being in my office alone at night.”

“I thought the beauty of being in your office alone at night was so that I could bend you over your desk.” he says with a wink, getting close to you, seducing you with his sultry voice.

“Obito, we talked about this.” Though deep down you had to admit that does sound appealing.

“I’m sorry Princess. I just came to check on you.”

You look down embarrassed. You had a fight with your boyfriend and immediately cried in the arms of his romantic rival. You’re a terrible girlfriend. “Thank you Obito. I’ll be fine though.”

“Did you make a decision?”

“Ah, the real reason you came to see me.”

“Of course not Princess, but you know I had to ask. I do have a vested interest after all.”

“I’m still dating Kakashi.” you say with a look of exasperation “…if he’ll have me.”

“He will have you. He’d be a moron not to.” He says pulling you into a hug.

You were starting to enjoy his hugs. They always made you feel better. You were sure they were just a way for him to touch you but you could tell it was also because he had grown to care for you. You take a deep breath while in his arms. Inhaling his musky scent. You relaxed completely in his arms as you exhaled. Feeling relief wash over you, you let go of him, ready to begin working again.

“Let me go make you some tea, and then I’ll leave you be.”

You give Obito a small smile as he leaves your office to head towards the break room. This would be a lot easier if he’d just be an asshole.

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You tried for two weeks to get a hold of Kakashi before finally giving up on catching him at work. Instead you went straight to his home directly. You were just going to have to risk being seen if you wanted to speak with him. You give the door three quick knocks. Nerves getting the better of you.

You could hear him get up to answer the door. “Angel” he smiles before letting you in.

Not thinking, you immediately rush to hug him, holding him tight. Butterflies are released the second you touch him. He hugs you back. “I’ve missed you Kashi”

“I’ve missed you too Angel”

Your heart ached upon seeing him again. You knew you missed him but just how much was unknown to you till this exact moment. You could’ve cried had you allowed yourself to.

You swallow hard before clearing your throat. “I’ve come to negotiate with you.”

He cocks his head to the side, “Oh you have?”

“Yes, I have.”

He gave a smile, playing into your hand. “So what is it that you propose?”

“I propose that we keep our relationship private for another 6 weeks.”

“I propose that we go to the Gala together as a couple.”

“Kakashi, you know I have the board meeting coming up. That determines if I finally get the position as head of the department. Please allow me to get the position on my own, without you being a factor.”

“That meeting is in another week. Why do you wanna wait six?”

“I want time to establish myself in the position before the rumor mill goes wild with theories about our relationship”

“Fine, I will accept your terms.” He says seriously but with a twinkle of happiness in his eyes.

You beam up at him. “So are we good?”

“Yes Angel, we’re good” He pulls you in kissing your cheek as he pulls you over to the couch to lay with you. “You know, since I can’t go to the Gala this weekend as your date, I thought of a way you can make it up to me.”

Uh oh. You look up at him pensively. “What do you have in mind?”

“Oh not much, just a little toy I picked up for you.”

“A toy?”

“Yes, I think you’ll like it.” He gets up and goes to his room, coming back with a small pink pad with a bump in the middle. There was a wicked smile on his face.

“What is it?” you say, standing up.

He pushes the pad between your legs so the bump in the middle kisses your clit. Pressing the remote he kept hidden in his hand, the pad began to vibrate. Immediately you locked your legs together and hitched forward, clawing at his shoulder for support as the vibrations knocked the wind out of you. Your moans bounced around the room as his eyes darkened with lust. He turned off the remote allowing you to return to standing.

“I want you to wear this in your underwear to the Gala this weekend.”

“Kashi, people will notice.” you say with urgency.

“It’s up to you to make sure that they don’t.”

“What if they hear it?”

He turns it on again, making you groan, slick instantly puddling in your thong. “I don’t know about you, but all I can hear are you pretty little moans.” He pushes it into you harder before turning it off.

You nod your head accepting your fate. “That’s a good Angel” he says with a masked kiss on your cheek. You take the toy and deposit it into your bag.

“See you on Saturday” he coos in your ear.

“See you Saturday, Kashi” you say with your eyes closed. It felt like home to have him whisper in your ear once again. You left for home with your heart fluttering. Relieved that he was happy again and relieved that you had six weeks to get yourself ready for the shit storm that would hit you once you made your affair public.

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The night of the Gala finally came. You were a little bit anxious about interacting and socializing with all your coworkers and so many important officials from other nations all at once. Not to mention the part where Kakashi would be tormenting your clit at any given moment. The pink silicone pad rested in your black satin thong, pressed into your heat by the elastic band. The small ridge in the middle nestled snug up against your clit which throbbed with anticipation. You take a deep breath before you enter the room. Immediately by the door you see Obito who is talking to Genma, Kotetsu, and Izumo.

“Wow” he whispers audibly.

You walk in wearing a slender, floor-length, glittering black dress. The bodice was snug against your chest, diving down in a deep V that showed your entire cleavage. The fabric gathered up at the slim straps that reached over your shoulders and criss crossed down your back to your waist. The skirt flowed down to the floor with a slit high up on your thigh, showing off your plush leg and dainty, strappy black heels. You wore the matching earrings that Kakashi gave you special for this occasion and around your neck draped the glittering stone necklace with the bright pendant resting between your breasts. Your hair was pinned up on one side with large waves cascading down past your shoulders. Since you loved to emphasize your natural grace, you chose light eye makeup with thick mascara and extra highlighter on your cheekbones.

Upon your entrance many members in the crowd turned to gaze at you. The room began to quiet down as several of them gawked at your beauty. You felt incredibly shy by the room’s reaction and quickly sought out Shiho to go talk to. You bypass Obito, knowing nothing good would come from interacting with him, and looked straight ahead, doing your best not to see his reaction out of the corner of your eye.

“Yeah, she’s pretty to look at but she’s married to her job.” Genma says in response to Obito’s jaw falling to the floor.

“You don’t want a girl like that. She’d never give you the time of day unless you were one of her dusty scrolls.” Izumo piles on. Kotetsu laughed in agreement.

“You’re all idiots” Obito growls as he walks away searching for better company.

You meet up with Shiho and her husband.

“Wow, you look stunning!”

“Thank you!” you say, casting your eyes down. You know that you’re beautiful but it still makes you bashful for people to be so forthcoming with compliments.

“So, is mystery man here tonight?”

“Shiho!” you say in an urgent whisper. “I don’t want anyone knowing anything till that day that we agreed upon at the dress shop.”

“So he went for it.”

“Yes, he went for it.”

“Well I’m happy for you.”

You smile. You’re happy too, but soon you’re going to have to face your punishment for hurting Kakashi’s feelings and you’re dreading the moment that he enters the room.

The room dims and there is a man by the doorway. He comes out to begin announcing the important guests of the evening. They begin with the Feudal Lords of the other nations and their Kage, followed by their family members and invited guests. After the members of the other great nations enter the room, they announce the Feudal Lord of the Land of Fire and the Hokage.

Kakashi enters the room in his ceremonial robes and your heart throbs for him. As much as you want to see him in a suit, you feel so proud of him for the position that he earned.

Soon after he enters the room your breath hitches. He turned on the vibrator.

Already?! Couldn’t wait a second, could you?

“Is something wrong?” Shiho asks

You laugh it off, “No, everything’s fine, just a cramp from my heels.” Kashi please turn it off.

“Okay” she says unconvinced.

Enjoying the company of other intellectuals, Shikamaru enters your circle right as Kakashi disabled the vibrator.

“Good Evening Shikamaru”

“Good Evening, Y/N. How are you tonight?”

“I’m doing well!”

“How’s that project going? I hear you’re almost done”

“Yes, it’s going well.”

Temari enters the conversation anxious to be near Shikamaru and at the same time Kakashi flips the switch back on.

“Y/N, this is Temari, she is the Kazekage’s older sister.”

“Nice to meet you!” you say through a pained smile. Kakashi, why?! This is too mean.

“So I hear you have a meeting with the board at the end of the project. Are you nervous?”

“Very much so” you say, your face turning red from embarrassment and arousal.

“Oh, what’s the meeting for?” Temari asks

“They’re thinking of making Y/N head of the department” One of the elders interjects as he joins the group for conversation. At that moment Kakashi raises the intensity of the vibrator. You feel you are going to collapse if he doesn’t stop.

You desperately look around the room. He’s standing in the corner deep in conversation with Gaara and the Raikage but glances over in your direction. You know him well enough to be able to tell he is smiling a devilish grin under that mask when he sees the panic on your face. You silently plea for him to turn it off but instead he increases the speed out of spite. Kashiiiii! But as you shake hands with one of the retired jonin the elder just introduced you to, he finally turns it off again.

You feel a wave of relief rush to your core as you catch your breath.

It seems that everyone wants a chance to speak with you tonight and the circle of people around you is growing rather large. Kakashi is having boisterous fun turning the vibrator on and off all evening but eventually there are too many onlookers so you head over to find some refreshments, preferably some sake to desensitize your aching clit and relieve your embarrassment.

Finally alone for a moment you scan the room. You see Obito talking with his old classmates in the center of the hall. You noticed that he looked very handsome in a suit. The juxtaposition between the elegant fabric with clean lines against his battle-scarred face was erotic. He could have any woman in the room. Why did he always set his sights on you? You sigh wishing Obito would move on when Kakashi approaches you slipping off your earring as he whispers, “play along”

“Oh, Y/N, you seem to have a missing earring.”

“Oh no! It must’ve fallen out.” you exclaim looking at the ground.

“Do you need help looking for it?”

“That would be very appreciated, my Lord.”

“Let’s retrace your steps.” His hand glides to the small of your back as you walk back the way you came in search for a coat closet.

From across the room Obito spots you. His chest pangs as he sees you and Kakashi sneak off together knowing exactly what the two of you are actually up to.

You reach a secluded closet down the hall and he shoves you up against the wall.

You smile as you look at him with those bedroom eyes he loves. You know you're gorgeous tonight and you know he wants to devour you.

You playfully take his Hokage cap and wear it while pulling down his mask to kiss him.

“Now this is a Hokage I would die for” he says as he lunges in to kiss you. You feverishly make out, pawing at each other’s faces, as the Hokage cap falls to the ground. You hadn’t been intimate for several weeks. Your pent up sexual frustration was boiling to the surface.

Kakashi sucked and bit your lip till it was swollen and red making you look extra pouty.

His inner wolf emerged as you played with his hair, mouth open, taunting him with your lips.

He grabbed you tight, squeezing you with all his strength as he kissed you long and slow. Savoring your taste like he was discovering your lips for the first time. You slipped your tongue past his lips, licking the inside of his mouth. The two of you moaning together as your tongues danced in each other’s mouths, dry humping to the rhythm of your synchronized breathing.

Eventually breaking apart, he stares at you, scanning you up and down. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more beautiful than you do here tonight.”

You blush looking at the ground. “Well, I was trying to impress the Hokage. Have you seen him?” you look up innocently. A smile stretching across his face.

“I can’t wait to see how beautiful you look on our wedding day.”

You gush at the idea and how ridiculous it is to be talking of marriage when you’re currently hiding your affair in a coat closet at an international event.

He grabs you forcefully by the shoulders pulling you in to kiss once more. You start to undress him, taking off his robes and his dress shirt underneath so that you can claw at his muscular chest and back.

“That’s not fair Angel. I can’t mark you while you wear that dress but you can scratch me up all you want?”

“Shinobi know better than most that life’s not fair” you say, nuzzling your nose against his before sucking on his neck and collarbone that you know will be hidden under his mask.

Infuriated at the situation, Kakashi promptly pulls down the straps of your dress to mark your tits. All your previous markings had healed. There was no sign on your body that you were taken and belonged to him. It was time to remedy that.

“Aaahh!” you sing as he overpowers you and starts biting down on the flesh of your breast. You missed the painful bliss of his ravenous teeth. He put his hand in his pocket and turned on the vibrator.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!” It was much more fun to play with when you were allowed to moan and sink into the pleasure. While your mind swims from the vibrations, Kakashi takes one breast in each hand and goes back and forth between the two, marking, kissing, sucking, and flicking your nipples with his tongue. You loved it so much that you had to muffle yourself with your hand so no one would open the closet door and catch you.

When he was done he squeezed your tits extra hard in his large hands before moving the slit of your skirt aside so he could gain access to your cunt currently being massaged by his toy. He uses his hand to push it into you while he reaches in his pocket to put the intensity on max. You wail pushing a second hand over your mouth.

“Do you like that Angel?” he coos as he tries to take your hands away from your mouth. It’s like he wants us to get caught. You think to yourself but the thought is quickly stolen from your brain as he pulls down your underwear and replaces the vibrator with his tongue swirling all over your bud.

Your knees give out from the pleasure and you fall to the closet floor. Kakashi instantly climbs on top of you, his crotch above your face. He spreads your legs clutching around your thighs diving in on your delicious sex. You whine and moan wiggling under him as he dines on everything your pussy has to offer.

“You taste devine. Just as sweet as I remember.”

Lust consuming your actions, you undo the ties of his pants pulling out his length. Stroking him aggressively, lifting your head to swallow him while his face is buried between your legs.

He sucks hard on your clit eliciting a moan that vibrates along his entire shaft currently stuffed between your lips. You hear a mischievous laugh from between your legs. You whine and wiggle in response. He continues lapping at your heat while you bob your head up and down on his cock.

You feel him go rigid before he bites down on your bud. You yelp, his length still filling your mouth. Kakashi readjusts his weight and begins thrusting into your throat. Gagging and choking on his cock, spit dribbles out of your mouth and tears leak out of the corner of your eyes while your face reddens from oxygen deprivation. You are about to tap out when he finally rips his length out of your throat and you gasp for air.

He gives you a small upside down kiss before maneuvering to align himself with your heat. His tip pressing into your entrance, the familiar feeling of fullness stretches you once more making you hiss in excitement. He pushes your wrists into the floor as he sets his pace between your legs. You let your head fall to the side as you close your eyes enjoying the sensation of having him inside your pussy once more. Walls sucking his length in deeper and deeper, Kakashi leans down to lightly kiss your neck. You hum, feeling your mind go blank with joy and pleasure. His sack lightly tapping between your cheeks with each thrust.

He lifts up your legs over his shoulders to deepen his angle. Your strappy black heels on either side of his face. You begin to mewl and moan now that he is kissing your cervix. Feeling yourself begin to tetter on the edge, ready to topple over in orgasm. You reach up to him to bring him down closer to you.

His eyes ignite and he presses your legs into you snapping his hips into your plush behind at a wicked pace. You begin to feel rug burn on your back as he thrusts with all his might, utilizing every muscle in his body. You lift up your hand to stop your head from banging into the wall of the closet while the other grabs a tight hold of his neck. You want to scream but instead you mutter his name along with various curses under your breath.

“That’s it Angel, take every inch”

“Fuck baby! Fuuuucccckkk”

“That’s a good little slut. Taking my dick on the floor of the coat closet.”

“Oh Gods Kashi, Fuck!”

“You think I didn’t notice you chose a dress with a slit in it, just like I wanted. You’d been planning this. You wanted to be my little closet cumslut.”

“Yes, my Lord. I want to be your little cumslut.”

“Does your tight little pussy want my cum?”

“Ye-e-e-e-s-s!” You barely say between thrusts.

Kakashi grunts as he thrusts even faster than he already was till he spills his spend inside of you, stroking it deeper inside of your walls. Taking great pride in the thought of you spending the rest of the Gala feeling his cum leaking out of your pussy into your underwear.

The two of you lay together on the floor of the coat closet both half naked catching your breath. What a site it would be if someone were to open the door.

You grab his hand and hold it. An involuntary smile stretches across his face. He so badly wants to walk back out into that room holding your hand. He wants the world to know you’re his. You belong to him, from your delicious body, to your marvelous mind, all the way down to your beautiful soul. For now he will have to just admire you from across the room. Those 6 weeks cannot go by quick enough. The first thing he is going to do is take you on a very public date. He already knows exactly where; he’s been planning it since the night you came to his house.

You sit up, adjusting your skirt so that the slit is back to the side where it belongs, and lift your straps back over your shoulders covering up the love marks on your breasts and ribs. You wipe the runny mascara off your cheeks and smooth out your hair. There's not much that can be done about the rug burn on your back so Kakashi grabs one of the shawls that was hung up and gives it to you to drape over your shoulders.

You fluff his hair and straighten his cap. Walking out of the closet together, beaming at the other. He gives you back the earring he took and pockets the pink toy, letting your clit rest for the remainder of the evening. Besides, now it was his cum that would be toying with you as it slides out into your thong and coats your inner thighs.

When you re enter the ceremony hall Kakashi takes a left and you take a right, headed over to the group your officemate is talking to. Obito happens to be in the conversation and it seems that you interrupted the group giving him a hard time about being single. Great, just the conversation I want to have around him. Ebisu suggests that Obito should date you, since you’re both single. You both exchange heated looks before your officemate speaks up and spills the beans that you have a secret boyfriend. You shoot Shiho a look of rage. Is she dumb or drunk?! Obito toys with you knowing you want them to change the subject.

“You have a secret boyfriend, eh?” He asks

“I’m too focused on work to date.”

“Oh really? Is that why I see flowers delivered to your desk?”

You glare at Obito. “Would you drop it already?” Your face becoming more flush as the heat spreads to your cheeks.

Kakashi, noticing how Obito was messing with you, approaches the group. Feeling jealousy creep into his heart, he can’t take it anymore. You’re his, no one else’s. He just wants Obito to shut up. He stands next to you and quietly grabs your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, exposing your relationship to the entire Gala.

“Holy shit” you hear your officemate whisper.

“Wait, really?” someone else says

“Kakashi’s your secret boyfriend?” Ebisu practically yells to the whole room.

You see Obito’s devastated face before he leaves the Gala in a hurry. All you can do is look at the ground as the entire room breaks out into a whisper, all gossiping about your now public relationship.

“This isn’t what we talked about Kakashi” you whisper to him, eyes fixed to the floor, enraged by his action.

Shiho then says, “Yeah, I would’ve kept this one a secret too, Y/N. Had I known he was the guy you were talking about, I would’ve told you to never go public with him.” She looked up at Kakashi disapprovingly. Seeing his action for the selfish deed that it was. This was definitely going to impact your promotion and she knew it.

Feeling humiliated you leave the room and head for the door. All eyes were on you as you left, resisting the urge to cry in front of all the feudal lords and Kage of the five great nations.

How could he do this to me? So publicly and in front of the entire international community! And with the board meeting in just 9 days!

Once your face meets the cool night air you begin to sob. Walking aimlessly in your heels, it didn’t matter where you went as long as it was far away from everyone at the Gala.

Your vision clouded by tears, you didn’t notice Obito standing in front of you. You collided into him. He clearly had also been on the brink of tears.

“Please Y/N, don’t be with Kakashi.” He begs, “You should be with me!” You knew he was serious; he called you by your name.

“Stop Obito! I can’t deal with this right now.”

“He doesn’t even respect you enough to obey your wishes! I KNOW you were not okay with what he did back there!”

“My relationship doesn’t concern you Obito!”

“Yes it does! I would never do that to you! You know that I would always respect you and your job.”

“Obito, you literally came to my place of work to ask me on a date!”

“But you weren’t secretly dating me.”

“No! But you knew I was in a relationship with someone else!”

“Princess…”

“No Obito! Don’t act like you’ve been a saint! You think I’ve forgotten how you ambushed me on my way home, how you always break into my apartment to see me, that you put me under genjutsu twice?!”

“Princess, I-I’m sorry, I-”

“YOU PUT HER UNDER GENJUTSU?!” Kakashi roared.

He heard everything, having followed you after you left the Gala. He knew Obito was causing trouble but this was unforgivable.

“Careful Kakashi, don’t start a fight you can’t win.”

“You’re a dead man.” He hissed.

Usually the voice of reason, Kakashi only looked like the man you loved but he sounded and was behaving like a totally different person.

Chidori singing in his hand, Kakashi dove for Obito. Obito just stood there as Kakashi moved through him.

What the hell? How did he do that?!

Kakashi tore off his Hokage robes and pulled out a kunai hidden in his pants. Obito did the same. Both men armed and ready for battle.

What is happening right now?!

You begin to panic as they lunge at each other in impressive hand to hand combat. Their tijutsu skills are unbelievable. They soar through the air as they kick each other, swinging their fists faster than you’ve ever seen anyone move.

You finally collect your wits realizing you have to stop them. You can’t possibly step in, their skills far exceed your own. You yell for them to stop, begging and pleading with them but you are white noise in their ears.

You run back to the Gala in your heels to get help. You see Shikamaru outside having a smoke with Temari. You grab him by the sleeve, dragging him with you, running over to where Kakashi and Obito are. Temari runs behind you.

“Hey! What’s going on?!” Shikamaru yells in surprise.

“They’re gonna kill each other?!” you cry. He starts running with you. You round the corner and see that they have brought half the street to rubble in the midst of their battle.

“Oh shit.” Shikamaru stops under the street light to use his shadow paralysis on the both of them, holding them hostage midswing. You can tell it took enormous strength on his part to hold these legendary shinobi at bay.

“Calm down!” he shouts. “You’re creating a scene in front of the entire global community! Do you have any shame?!”

The both of them begin to sober up, their rage ebbing slightly. They calm down enough for Shikamaru to release them.

“If I catch you sniffing around her one more time I’ll kill you.” Kakashi snarls.

“Believe what you want Bakashi, but she loves me too and if I were the one she met first, it would be me who she’s with, not you.”

The truth of his words stung, looming in the air between you. He was absolutely right, in another reality, you probably would have been with him. It shattered your heart to think about it.

Obito marched off into the night while you looked up at Kakashi teary-eyed.

Kakashi regained his composure, collecting his ceremonial robes and cap from off the ground. “Let me take you home.” he says, sticking out his elbow.

“Okay” you whisper, taking it. Leaving behind the spectacle you just made as Shikamaru and Temari watch you leave.

You didn’t want to think about the fight you just saw. You didn’t want to think about the fight you were about to have with Kakashi. You didn’t want to think about what people were saying back at the Gala. You didn’t want to think about how people were going to treat you on Monday. You wanted to run away but for now you would settle for turning your mind off and walking home on auto pilot in complete silence.

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jake-kiszkas-smirk · 1 year ago

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Danny Wagner x Fem Reader x Fem OC

18+ only, minors dni

Warnings: explicit sexual content, threesome, unprotected sex, digital penetration (fem rec), oral (fem rec), pegging, dirty talk, mild cum play, choking if you squint? if I missed any please let me know 🖤

You were standing in the kitchen reluctantly washing the dishes when you heard the bathroom door open and the sound of soft footsteps padding down the hall. You had the brief thought of 'no way he showered that fast'.

"Babe," He said as he rounded the corner, looking down at his phone.

"hmm?"

"Did you subscribe to a new account?" Your movements stalled for a moment as you realized what he was asking.

Danny and you had started sharing an OnlyFans account ages ago. The both of you had decided neither of you really had anything to hide and that it could be fun. Except right now you felt your cheeks blushing and your pulse starting to pick up. You HAD subscribed to a new account and a small naive part of you just thought Danny wouldn't notice. He stopped next to you and held the phone where you could see it, as if you didn't know exactly what he was talking about.

"Daniel, were you about to have fun in the shower without me?" You turned off the sink and turned to face him, crossing your arms and leaning against the counter.

He gave you an odd look, tilting his head and almost glaring, and then the smirk appeared,

"Don't deflect y/n," He moved closer, looking down his nose at you, "Did you subscribe to this account?"

You chewed on the inside of your lip as you tried to hold his stare.

"I did." You admitted as you moved to walk past him, grabbing a towel to wipe the kitchen counter, trying desperately to act as if you aren't overthinking about how he's going to react. "Is that a problem?"

"No, of course not" He's following behind you and you can see him scrolling through the account, "It's just...I wasn't expecting it"

Facing away from him you grinned at the inquisitive tone of his voice, glancing over your shoulder to see him adjusting himself beneath his gym shorts.

"How did I not know you were into this?" He riddled out loud to himself more than you, "I mean, I've always heard women like watching other women in porn but-I just have never heard you talk about it"

You finally stopped trying to distract him and yourself and sat on the kitchen counter.

"You want the truth?" You said as he leaned on the counter across from you, finally looking away from his phone.

"Please, enlighten me" You felt your cheeks heating again under his gaze, feeling much more on the spot now.

"I didn't know how into it I was until recently." You shrugged your shoulders, looking away as you toyed with the hem of your shorts. He walked over slowly and stood between your legs, rubbing his big hands up and down your thighs,

"So I'm guessing that you've never been with a woman before then?" He asked,

"Nope" You replied plainly. He stayed quiet for a moment nodding his head as you watched the gears turn behind his eyes,

"Is that....something you want?" You mistake his shy tone for insecurity and immediately begin to reassure him,

"What? No! Danny you give me everything I need, I would never-" You're rambling and waving your hands defensively when he catches them both and cuts you off

"Y/n," He giggles softly, "Baby thats not what I meant,"

You're completely lost now so you wait for him to speak again, trying hard to read his thoughts

"I meant," He paused, sighing like he always did when he tried to choose his words carefully, "Is that something you'd like to explore, with me?"

Your face must have twisted in even more confusion because he giggled again, letting his head fall to your shoulder. He placed a quick kiss on your neck as he stood back up,

"Y/n, I'm asking if you want to have a threesome" He finally said.

"Oh" you knew your eyes went wide as you looked at him. He waited patiently as you considered. You had to admit to yourself that you'd thought about this before, but never really thought it would be on the table. There were multiple reasons it just didn't seem plausible. You wondered if you'd even be into seeing Danny with another woman, or if it would make your stomach twist in jealousy. You stayed with that thought for a moment, and quickly reminded yourself that Daniel only had eyes for you, and he'd proved it time and time again. "I- who would we even chose?"

"So thats a yes?" he teased as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek,

"It's a maybe" You paused as he gripped your hips and tugged you closer, moving his kisses to your jaw, "What if I get jealous? What if you get jealous?"

"You know how solid we are," He said confidently, "I don't think any of that will be an issue."

"Ok, back to my first question, who?" You tried to stay focused as he sucked marks on your neck, clearly already riled up over the mere thought of this happening

"I'm not sure," He stopped his attack on your neck, "Whats your type?"

"I-I don't know" You didn't know,

"Ok, well" He pulled his phone from his pocket, "What do you like about her?" He clicked on a video from the new account you'd followed, pointing to the creator as the video played.

The volume on his phone wasn't that loud but you could still hear the moans of the two women coming from the speaker, but your eyes stayed on the brunette with the lush curves.

Danny's mouth was on you again as he waited for your response, his hands getting more and more explorative as you subtly bucked your hips against him,

"She-she," You stuttered, "She is just sweet, and sometimes a little silly, and I like that."

He pulled away and gave you a 'come on now' look with a quirked brow,

"Ok, ok, she has great tits and a nice ass too" You rolled your eyes playfully, "And she sounds so, so, pretty."

"Hmm not as pretty as you" Danny lifted you from the counter and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he headed for the bathroom,

"Oh, NOW I get to be part of you shower time fun?" you teased, wiggling a bit against his erection for good measure

"Hush," He laughed, landing a brisk smack against your ass as he closed the bathroom door.

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"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" Danny asked as you slid into the booth next to him. It was date night and he'd insisted on coming to your favorite sushi place. He brought your interlaced hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles while he waited for your response,

"Beautiful, stunning, pretty," You smiled as his lips twitched up at the corners, "You're going to run out of adjectives Daniel." You'd worn a simple dress tonight, the real treat underneath, but still Danny showered you in compliments.

"I'll still never stop telling you" He said plainly as he tucked you under his arm and began to scan the menu.

"And I'll never get tired of hearing it" You pecked a quick kiss to his cheek and then scanned the menu with him.

You had just placed your order when you heard the little bell above the door ring. You and Danny always made it a point to sit facing the door, being avid people watchers. When you looked up you were not expecting who you saw.

"Babe" You gasped, shaking his forearm and subtly motioning with your head towards the door, "Look who it is"

Standing by the hostess was the woman that only a week ago had prompted that conversation with Danny. She was even prettier in person. He looked in the direction of the door and then raised his hand, waving at her.

"Oh my-stop what are you doing!" You snapped under your breath. You dared a look back in her direction and felt your face drain of color and your heart start to race as she approached the table.

"Danny?" She asked as she stopped next to the booth. Your palms grew sweaty as you shyly looked between her and your boyfriend, trying desperately to fill in the information you were clearly missing.

"Thats me, here have a seat" He beamed as she sat across the table from the both of you, not failing to see your reaction.

"Nice to finally meet you in person, I'm Britt" she reached across the table and shook his hand before turning to you expectantly.

"Oh-I, I'm Y/n." you cleared your throat. You had a death grip on Danny's leg under the table conveying a 'what the fuck is happening, I'm going to kill you' squeeze as she got comfortable in her seat. "I'm sorry, I just wasn't aware anyone was joining us for dinner tonight"

"Would you like anything to eat or drink?" Danny offered, "It's on us"

"Are you sure? Thats really not necessary" she replied. She had a soft confidence about her that intimidated the fuck out of you.

"We insist, anything you want" Danny assured her as he sat back and put his arm around you. He was completely relaxed, and you were on the verge of panic. After sitting in silence while she chose her item and ordered you finally spoke up,

"I'm sorry, not to be rude but what is going on" You needed to know or the anxiety would keep eating away at you. Britt looked at Danny, knowing it wasn't her job to explain anything right now.

"Last week after our conversation in the kitchen, I figured it couldn't hurt to try and reach out to Britt with a proposition." his nonchalant shrug accompanying his statement made you want to smack him.

"And you just thought not telling me was cool?" You said, not concerned with the third person at the table witnessing your annoyance,

"I wanted it to be a surprise" He grinned devilishly. He just liked seeing you squirm and you knew it.

"I told him that I would come to dinner but that I'm only down for the sex if you are comfortable with it, I don't want you to feel pressured into anything" Britt said, offering you a soft smile.

This all felt like so much, you stared blankly as you tried to organize your racing thoughts

"How about you think about it? We can eat dinner, have a few drinks, and re-assess later?" Britt suggested.

"Please" You huffed a nervous laugh and relaxed a little.

Danny waved over the waiter and the three of you ordered some drinks. You talked about random mundane things for a bit but then wandered into more explicit territory as the night progressed. You ended up discussing everyone's hard limits, establishing a safeword, and getting most of your concerns and questions addressed. You discovered that she had already discussed and agreed to discretion regarding Danny which was one of your biggest concerns.

"Alright, I'm in" You finally mustered up the courage to say. Mentally you'd been down since she walked in the door, you just needed to voice it.

After covering the bill and texting Britt the address Danny and you headed towards your car. You had both only had one drink and had been at the restaurant talking long enough that you were both safe to drive. Upon pulling out of the parking lot Danny looked to you, placing his hand on your thigh,

"Are you mad?"

"I'm irritated you didn't tell me, but I'm not mad" You answered truthfully,

"I'm sorry, that really wasn't my intention, I was trying to be spontaneous" he rubbed his thumb in slow circles over your skin as he spoke. You nodded letting him know silently that it was ok, "You're just being so quiet?"

"I'm nervous" You said as you reached down and placed your hand over his.

"I thought you got all your questions answered?" He said, just trying to clarify,

"I did, but that doesn't mean I'm not still nervous babe." You turned to look out the window, "I have never done stuff with a woman before, and thats really intimidating, I don't want to look dumb,"

"Y/n, " He cooed, "You're not going to look dumb. You told her at the sushi place that this is something you've never done, that we've never done, she knows that."

A heavy sigh left your chest, "Ok,"

"Listen, I'll be there the whole time, if I see you freeze I'll jump in and teach you, how's that?"

"Teach me?" you gave him and intrigued look. Briefly you let your mind wander to the thought of him watching you and her...and it excited you.

"Yeah, I'd say I'm qualified" He smirked. You playfully smacked his shoulder with a laugh, "No but seriously, I got you, don't worry."

The rest of the short drive home was silent, but you could feel the excitement like electricity in the air. Upon stepping foot into the house you immediately headed towards the kitchen,

"I need a drink" You said as you opened the cabinet to grab a glass.

"Why don't you pour us all one and I'll get things set up in the bedroom?" Danny suggested as he began to head down the hallway.

You take out 3 glasses, putting a generous shot of tequila in each one. Setting them all on a tray you are making your way to the bedroom when you hear the doorbell. Taking a steadying breath you make your way to the door. Upon opening the door Britt offers you a sweet smile, but there is something sultry there as well. She glances past you and then leans forward slightly,

"Are you sure you want to do this? If not I can just say I changed my mind,"

You smiled at her kindness, and felt yourself calm just a bit more.

"I do want this, I promise." You stepped out of the way and handed her a glass, "I'm just a little timid is all"

"Don't be nervous on my account," She downed her glass of tequila, "I'm here to show you a good time, just have fun."

You nod shyly and lead her to the bedroom where Danny is moving about the room. He's turned on the lamps on both nightstands that give the room a soft amber glow. The smell of your favorite incense is filling the air. Upon your eyes second pass of the room they land on your beloved strap. When you look back to Danny his eyes meet yours and he gives you a little wink. Suddenly your mind is wandering through the possibilities. The strap had been brought up at the restaurant. Britt had asked if she needed to bring one and Danny had easily offered up the information that you already had one. She had raised both her brows in surprise and then grinned before taking a sip of her drink. The fact that she had brought it up told you she wanted that tonight, but the cheeky look Danny just gave you had you wondering if he'd want it tonight as well.

That thought heated your skin and had you already getting wet, just thinking about him seeing you fuck Britt and how needy he might get, wanting the same treatment.

The clattering of a glass being placed down pulls you from your thoughts and brings you back to the man looking down at you. It was only now that you realized he shed his shirt at some point, and was now standing close as he took your hand,

"How do you wanna play this, y/n?"

"I-I don't know.." You said honestly, looking between him and Britt.

"Can I make a suggestion?" Britt stepped in,

"Please" You sighed with a small laugh,

"You two get started, act like I'm not here, and when I'll eventually join in when I think it's the right time, hows that?"

"I think I can work with that" Danny grins as he pulls you a little closer,

"Perfect, I'm going to run off to the bathroom for a sec, is that it?" She points to the door and you give her a quick nod as Danny begins walking you backwards to the bed, clearly ready to get things moving. You watch her walk away and close the door when Danny hooks a finger under your chin and turns your attention to him,

"Hey" He says, his nose brushing against yours

"Hey" You reply as his hands find your thighs, sneaking higher and higher under your dress,

"How're you doing, baby?" He's ghosting his lips over yours as he checks in,

"I'm good," You whisper your reply,

"Good," He kisses you, soft and slow, "Can we take this off?" He is gathering your dress around your waist,

"Mhmm" You hum against his lips. He steps back to pull it over your head and then he's staring at you with dark eyes as he takes in the matching set you'd worn underneath the dress. It's simple and dainty set, a light lavender color. The material is sheer except for some embroidery flowers covering your nipples. The panties are completely sheer with a small cut out at the base of your spine adorned with a tiny bow.

You take this time to unbutton his pants, letting them fall to the floor, leaving him in his snug boxer briefs that don't leave much to the imagination.

"Oh, baby..." He groans, pressing his body to yours as you wrap your arms around his neck, "She's not gonna know what hit her when she sees you"

You feel yourself blush and then you're falling back onto the bed, Danny crawling up and settling next to you. The front of his body is pressed to the side of yours as he dips his head down, capturing your lips in a ravenous kiss you weren't expecting. You whimpered and arched into his touch as he groped your breast. You could feel his hardness against your hip and you reached down, palming him through the thin material. This only spurred him on, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, sliding it against yours as his hand toyed with your nipple though the sheer material.

You were so lost in Daniel and his touch that a small gasp left you at the sensation of the mattress dipping next to you. Within seconds her warm body was against your other side. You feel her hand, so much smaller than Danny's running up and down your hip, and then you feel her lips on your neck. Your breathing picks up and you moan into Danny's kiss. Everything already felt so good, her lips were so soft, and Danny's hands were roaming over your body. With your free hand you blindly reach back, wanting to touch Britt. Your hand landed on the inside of her plush thigh, and she scooted closer. The way she was kissing your neck, the way her tongue smoothed over it and she sucked at your pulse point, fuck you needed to kiss her. You took the leap, breaking your kiss with Danny and turning towards Britt. Caressing her face, you brought her lips to yours.

The first kiss was experimental, cautious and slow. She was letting you take the lead, and it set a fire within you. Your hand slipped from her face and tangled in her hair as you kissed her harder. You heard her whimper against your lips and it made your inhibitions begin to fade away. You needed to be closer, immediately. You turned on your side to face her, pressing her back against the mattress. You heard Danny briefly mourn the loss of contact before he was pressed against your back, kissing and touching you where he could as you savored the woman beneath you. Britt's hands were on you as well, holding you close and grabbing at your ass as she arched into you. Unwilling to let your kisses stifle her moans any longer you break the kiss, moving to her neck. Her one stipulation was that no marks were left on her, you didn't realize how hard that would be until now, when all you wanted to do was suck pretty purple marks into her neck.

You felt her hand move between your bodies and you sucked in a breath as she harshly pulled the black lace of her bra down to reveal her hardened nipple. You groaned, letting your forehead fall to her chest as you saw the metal bar going through the rosy flesh. How could you forget about the piercings,

"For fucks sake" You murmur against her sternum, "How do you keep getting hotter" her and Danny both giggle. Britt's laugh is cut short as you latch your mouth onto her sensitive peak.

"God your mouth feels good" She sighs, head falling back against the pillow. The more she compliments you and your antics the more confident you feel about moving forward. In your peripherals you see her rubbing her thighs together, cueing you to snake your hand down the curves of her body. Kissing her abdomen you timidly rub her through her panties. You can feel that they are soaked and clinging to her. Biting your bottom lip your kisses stall and your eyes stay fixed on your hand. You are suddenly anxious again at the thought of approaching uncharted territory for you.

"May I?" You hear, and look to see Danny had at some point crawled off the bed and was holding each side of Britt's panties.

"Mhmm" she nods, "Please"

You look up at him with gratitude and he just gives you a knowing smile. After Danny removes the material he pulls you down the bed a little and positions himself back behind you. Your face is now even with Britts groin and Danny has his chin resting on your shoulder. She boldly lets her legs fall open,

"Look how wet you've already made her baby," He's talking so quiet you know Britt probably can't hear, but she doesn't seem to mind. "Do you want to touch her?"

"Yes" You huff out quietly, your heart hammering in your chest,

"Do it," He urges you, "I'm right here, and I'm sure Britt can tell you what she likes"

"I'm enjoying watching you two navigate it" She grins, "Endearing in the hottest way"

You and Danny both give her a playful glare and then your eyes go back to her heat.

"Fuck, come on, touch her" Danny rasps against your jaw, "I wanna see you with your fingers in her cunt" His words have stunned you, but you love when he talks like this.

Hesitantly you reach forward and run your fingers through her slick, gathering some of the wetness there and gliding back up to circle her clit. She writhes under the touch and is rocking her hips, trying to coax your hand lower. You move your hand lower, and once again your movements stall. Within seconds his hand is there, and you follow his lead. He places his hand over yours, lining up your fingers with his and sandwiching your hand between his and Britts entrance.

"Middle finger" He whispers, "I'll show you"

The breath is ripped from your lungs when he slowly presses his middle finger and yours into Britt. You relax your hand and allow his finger to guide yours.

"Oh my god," Britt moans as she realizes what is happening.

"Now, move your finger like this" Danny curls his and your finger, slowly pumping them in and out. You're watching this unfold, your fingers slipping in and out of her together, and it might be the death of you. "You feel her clenching around your fingers like that?" He asks as he pulls his hand away, "That means she's close"

"He's right," She rushes out, gripping the sheets beneath her, "Please make me cum"

You remove your finger, only to press back into her with your middle and ring finger. You feel something against your lips and open your mouth when you realize its Danny's hand, offering you the finger he just removed from Britt that is coated in her slick.

"How's she taste baby?" he hums as you suck his finger.

"So good" You mumble around the digit, and its the truth. You need more.

Danny removed his finger from your mouth and his hand travels down your body to between your legs. He pushes your panties to the side and then his deft fingers are circling your clit. He groans as he starts rutting his hips against your ass, watching as you continue to finger Britt. Her taste is still on your lips but it's not enough. Leaning forward the best you can with Danny's arms around you, you lower your mouth to her clit, lapping over it and massaging it with your tongue.

Britt cries out her legs start to tremble, "Fuck, yes-"

"You hear all those pretty sounds she's making for you?" Danny praises, "You're doing so good, keep going, just like that"

The louder Britt gets the harder Danny is rubbing your clit. You feel yourself starting to get overwhelmed, the pleasure from his fingers clouding your focus on Britt, making it hard to keep a rhythm. You remove your mouth from her,

"Babe," you turn your head and he's there, kissing your jaw "You gotta stop, I-I can't focus with you doing that"

With a snicker he removes his hand from your heat.

"Fuck me" in unison you and Danny look to Britt, "I'm so close but I want you to fuck me"

Danny's chest rumbles against you back, "I don't think I'm going to survive seeing this"

He gets up from behind you, helping you stand and then handing you the strap. As you secure the straps you take a moment to take in the view. Britt is on her back with her legs spread, one hand draped over her stomach and the other fidgeting with the sheets as her dark eyes watch your form. Danny his slipped out of his briefs and had climbed on the bed next to Britt, laying on his back with a hand behind his head and the other wrapped around his leaking cock. When he catches you staring he gives you a devilish smile

"Comfortable?" You tease him as you climb over Britt,

"Absolutely" He reaches forward and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, "I want a front row seat for this"

You roll your eyes and look down your body to line up your strap with Britt's entrance with shaky hands when she suddenly grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into a sloppy kiss,

"You're doing amazing" she said as she relaxes back against the pillow. You bit your lip, blushing again as you refocused your attention on sliding the strap into her, advancing it slowly,

"Don't let her fool you Britt," You heard Danny say, his hand steadily stroking his dick, "This is the one thing that isn't new to her," You're thrusting your hips slowly, giving Danny a side eye as you bend to kiss Britt's chest, "Come on baby, give it to her, fuck her like you fuck me"

You give him a scandalized look, pausing to see if you heard him correctly. He's not even looking at you, his eyes are on where you and Britt's bodies meet.

"What he said" Britt urges you on, giving an eager nod.

She doesn't have to tell you twice. You sit back on your knees, hooking your arms under Britt's thighs and pulling her towards you and lifting her ass slightly off the bed. She's much lighter than Danny and you're enjoying being able to toss her around a bit. Holding her legs you begin thrusting into her faster and harder. Her mouth falls open and her hands jump into action, toying with her own nipple piercings as you pound into her.

"Goddamn Y/n, you're a vision" his voice is strained as he pumps his hand faster,

"Rub her clit" You command abruptly, becoming breathless for more reasons than one. You look down, letting spit fall from your mouth onto her bundle of nerves "I want to watch her cum"

Danny follows your order, reaching over with his free hand and moving his fingers in tight circles. You watch the bright purple cock sliding in and out of her, and you are hypnotized by it. You feel Britt's legs tense in your hands as she get's close.

"Don't stop, don't stop!" she rushes out as her eyes roll back and a string of moans flow from her lips. You take it in the way she writhes and gasps, she looks absolutely incredible. You slow your movements and Danny pulls back his hand as she comes down from her high. Removing yourself from Britt you carefully you lower her back to the bed and move to pepper her chest with kisses as she catches her breath. You feel a hand on your arm and look to Danny,

"Baby," He pauses for a second "I thought I was gonna be able to just watch tonight...but after seeing you fuck her..." He grabs you and flips, pinning you to the mattress and running his teeth over your neck before nipping at your earlobe, "I want you cock too" he whispers.

It sends a shiver through you,

"Yeah? Right now?" You reach down and wrap your hand around his length, giving it a squeeze. He hisses into your ear through his teeth,

"Yes, right now." He reaches to the side table and grabs a wipe, using it to wipe down your strap. "Wanna ride you while she rides your face" His eyes flick to yours, no doubt committing the look on your face to memory.

Your clit is throbbing and your panties are drenched, but who are you to deny Daniel. That plus the thought of getting to taste Britt again...

"Is that something you want to-" Britt started

"Yes!" you all collectively smile at your enthusiastic answer. You aren't sure where to look as Danny spreads lube over your strap and Britt begins to crawl over you.

"You two are kinky" Britt smirks as she looks between the two of you,

"That we are" you agree. You reach up, holding Britts hips as she positions herself above your face. You feel the bed dip on either side of your body as Danny places his knees on the mattress, straddling you. You wondered for a second why Britt hadn't sat on your face yet, but your question was answered when they lowered themselves in unison. Fuckers.

Danny's glorious moan fills your ears as it mingles with Britt's higher pitched one. You flatten your tongue, letting Britt fuck herself against it as your fingertips dig into her hips. You groan against her as you feel Danny grab your boobs, steadying himself as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth.

"Y/n, your mouth is.." she trails off as she braces herself on the headboard, "You're a lucky man Wagner"

"I-I'm aware" He stutters out, "god, don't talk about her mouth, I'm already too close"

You release Britt with one hand and reach to Daniel, placing your hand on his leg, just wanting to feel closer to him for a moment. He briefly places his hand over it in acceptance of the loving touch before placing his hand back on your chest. His movements speed up and as if they share a brain so do Britt's.

Everything sounds a little muffled with her thighs one either side of your head, but you can hear both of them voicing their impending ends. You think you could die happy right now with Britt cumming on your tongue and Danny's hot release painting your stomach, listening to them sing your praises as they come undone.

You’re in a lust induced daze as they both topple off of you, Danny to one side and Britt to the other. Your eyes slowly blink open as you lick your lips. Looking down you see Danny and Britt sharing a scheming look before they both move into action,

“Are you having a good time pretty girl?” Britt questions as she moves to settle between your legs. You nod, watching in quiet anticipation to see what they are up to. “Good,” she kisses the inside of your thigh as she works to undo the straps around your hips.

“You’ve spoiled us baby,” Danny is suddenly in your line of sight, licking his cum off your stomach, keeping it on his tongue as he reaches your lips. He presses his tongue into your mouth with an obscene kiss. You can taste them both in this moment, and it’s heavenly, “now let us spoil you.”

“Please,” you whimper between kisses, vaguely aware of your panties being dragged down your legs “I’m so-“

Your words are cut off as Britt wraps her lips around your clit without warning. You cling to Danny as she sucks and swirls her tongue over you. Putting one are behind your head he props your head up, forcing you to watch Britt going down on you,

Her eyes are set on you, occasionally they roll and her eyes flutter shut like you’re the best thing she’s ever tasted. She’s already dragging you under, every movement calculated and intentional. Danny’s hand moves up your chest and settles loosely around your throat and jaw, turning your attention to him,

“Show her how pretty you are when you cum, she’ll love it baby” he tightens his grip slightly and places feather light kisses to your cheeks as your hands instinctively tangle into Britt’s hair, “fuck, even I’m getting hard again just looking at you”

“I- close- I’m gonna-“ your voice comes out in broken moans. Britt is humming against you as you cum, pleased with her effect on you. You feel like your whole body is shaking as it crashes into you,

“That’s my girl, so sweet coming for her aren’t you?” Danny admires as he watches you. He’s not really asking, he just takes every chance he can to praise you, and you love him for it.

You slowly but surely come back to earth, drawn back by Danny’s soft touches and gentle kisses. Britt lifts herself from the bed, placing one more kiss on your thigh, catching her breath as well. After a few minutes of basking in the afterglow Britt slowly rises, silently heading to the bathroom.

“Britt,” Danny calls, getting her attention, “if you’d like to stay I have the guest room set up for you,”.

“Are you sure?” She asks as she appears around the corner now holding her bag

“Of course” I reply, “Help yourself to anything in the fridge as well, just lock the door behind you when you leave”

“Sounds good, thank you” she briefly climbs back on the bed and kisses you on the cheek, “thanks for the invite you two, I had fun” she winks and then she’s off and headed down the hallway, closing the door behind her.

You and Danny both look to each other at the same time, both bursting into a quiet fit of giggles, wrapped in each others arms

“Who are we?” You quip and the both of you laugh harder.

“I’m not sure” he teases back, laughter dying out as he studies your face, “but did you like it?”

“I did,” you kiss his lips softly, caressing his face and lightly scratching it with the pads of your fingers, “thank you for this,”

“Anytime,” he playfully wiggles his eyebrows at you and then with a shriek from you he’s pulling you in his arms and standing from the bed. “Now, let’s get cleaned up so we can hit the hay”

“Sounds perfect,” you lean against him as he heads into the bathroom, and you can’t stop smiling and thinking about just how lucky you are.

#greta van fleet #danny wagner #greta van smut #gvf #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet smut #Danny wagner imagine #Danny wagner smut #gvf x reader

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haggishlyhagging · 3 months ago

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The sexual experience of most women occurs within heterosexual arrangements, and this experience is often lived out as an attempt to escape from the practice of sexuality. It is the experience of avoidance. In the past, it would have been said that a woman's avoidance of sex represented a failure to fulfill her conjugal duty. Today, such talk is outmoded. Now it would be said that she is avoiding intimacy in an unhealthy way, that she is rejecting sexual agency, that she is rejecting pleasure, short-circuiting emotions and needs that are natural and good. In the past, failure to acquiesce may have resulted in rape or forced sex. Today, the remedy for nonacquiescence is found also at the level of desire. Women must learn to desire sexual pleasure by eroticizing violation. The oddity is, women must learn to desire. To learn such "natural" desire, women are encouraged to engage in scripted masturbation, to create fantasies where none exist, to try "adventurous" and "new" sexual techniques, to accept pornography—in other words, to seek out as desire the disorientation that accompanies sex.

Attempting to achieve nonacquiesence to male-constructed "needs," women learn to recognize even the subtle signs of male desire. Enough women have learned how to avoid becoming available to it so that mention of women's headaches is a male joke. So women do have headaches, and dress and undress in closets, deliberately gain or lose weight, become alcoholic, develop other drug dependencies, carefully orchestrate schedules, and attempt to shut down all communications that might hint at intimacy.

There are some feminists who seem to believe that these activities of sex avoidance represent the quaint subterfuges of a long-dead past—but they are wrong. This dismissive view may be a function of some social privilege that most ordinary women do not have. We believe the life of sex avoidance is the reality for many women in heterosexual arrangements.

Women's historical sex avoidance can, with feminist consciousness, become an act of sex resistance. The sex resister understands her act as a political one. Her goal is not only personal integrity for herself but political freedom for all women. She resists on three fronts: she resists male-constructed sexual "needs," she resists the misnaming of her act as prudery, and she especially resists the patriarchy's attempt to make its work of subordinating women easier by "consensually" constructing her desire in its own oppressive image.

The patriarchy attempts to reach within women to fuck/construct us from the inside out. This attempt assumes many forms, such as sex "education" and sex advice. Popular advice columnists counsel women to use pornography, pornographic fantasy, and sex toys in order to "enhance" their sexual lives. Such advice, which relies on the patriarchy's account of sexual "normalcy," never questions the practice of sexuality and the ways in which this practice precludes women's rightful options, including the option of sex avoidance. The choice to avoid sex is never perceived as valid. Women are schooled to "choose" pornography and pornographic lives under the threat of losing their primary relationships with husbands or boyfriends. They are taught by male "experts" to desire male-constructed sexual pleasure.

The normalcy of such coercion of desire makes untrue the claim that our sexuality is our own. As long as the price of not choosing sex is what it presently is for any woman, sex is in fact compulsory for all women.

-A Southern Women's Writing Collective, “Sex Resistance in Heterosexual Arrangements” in The Sexual Liberals and the Attack on Feminism

#Southern Women's Writing Collective #radical feminist theory #heterosexuality #celibacy #female sex drive #patriarchy

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p1nkcanoe · 11 months ago

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spin the bottle

~1.5k words of ghoulettes playing their dirty version of spin the bottle

“Okay, Lus! It’s your turn to spin the bottle!”

The fluffy-haired ghoulette pushes herself up from where she’d been reclining back on her elbows on the edge of the rug, a more-than-eager smile on her pretty face and her pink tongue poking out between her teeth.

She reaches for the empty wine bottle in the center of their circle, only a few drops of red remain inside, and her manicured hands wrap around the center of it, giving it a good twist before she spins it the opposite direction against the carpet. Every ghoulette watches in anticipation to see who it’ll land on.

But their game of spin the bottle isn’t like the ones they’ve watched in movies. No, their game is much more fun–much more exciting. Instead of simply kissing the ghoulette that the neck of the bottle points towards, each of the gorgeous women is assigned an invisible label that goes along with what the spinner must entertain themselves with.

If the bottle lands on Cirrus, the spinner gets to plant a hickey wherever they desire onto whoever they want. If it lands on Aurora then they’ll get to wear the pair of vibrating panties that sit aside (for now) until the next person spins and lands on Aurora. Cumulus is assigned to oral, of course–her favorite–and can be taken for oneself if the spinner decides they don’t particularly feel like giving that round. Mist is nipple clamps, which is great for how they’re already pinched perfectly right onto her little breasts. And last but not least, Sunshine is assigned to -

“Toys!”

Each ghoulette cheers and squeals in unison as Cumulus spins her head over to where they’ve adorned their vanity with sex toys of every shape, color, and size. She gets to choose whichever one she feels is right. Whichever one she wants to play with. As she shuffles forward on her knees the girls hoot and holler, Cirrus even giving her a smack on her ass when she passes by, and she eyes the vast selection of toys. There’s an orange one that catches her eye at first. It’s sleek, smooth with a thicker head, and marbled with shimmery yellows. But there’s also a purple dick that looks oddly familiar to a certain earth ghoul they know, a little messy and inconsistent at the base, and she’s pretty sure she’s heard Sunny talk about getting a certain someone to do the whole ‘clone-a-willy’ thing before… So she grabs the purple one without another beat of hesitation and it unsuctions from the table with a nice clean ‘pop’!

All of the other toys sway back and forth like a wheat field in the wind.

The ghoulettes only get louder.

“Satanas, Lus,” Aurora huffs, laughing in feigned disbelief when she rejoins back into the circle to show off her pick. “I always knew you were a size queen, but shit!”

She smiles, winks, and licks at a fang, and Sunshine winks right back.

“That’s a good choice.”

Cumulus settles back down into her spot around the circle and leans back, spreading her legs to open herself up to the rest of her ghoulette pack. She’s already glistening and dripping with slick. Her thighs shine. She’s always been a little messy.

With a tilt of the dildo in her hand towards the fiery-haired ghoulette on the opposite side of the circle, she raises a brow and quirks a cherry-red lip, “then how about you come show me how to use it, pretty lady?”

“Gladly,” she says and crawls forward on her hands and knees to rest right in front of that shiny cunt. The toy is taken from Cumulus’ hand and the rest of the women lean in to get a good look as she rubs the thick head of the thing through her folds, back and forth until it’s glistening. Then the shaft. Then finally she gives it a good taste with her tongue just to make sure it’s wet enough when she starts to push the thing into her hole. The sigh that Cumulus lets out as it stretches her open is divine.

“Okay, Rory, you’re up to spin!”

The smallest ghoulette sits up from where she’s rested back on her calves and wraps her hand around the bottle, giving it a nice spin until it slows and chooses Cirrus: give a hickey to anyone of your choice. And who does she choose to bruise their skin? It isn’t even a question. Cirrus has had her top stripped off since the first round when Mist got the first hickey to give in the night. Since then every single one has been sucked somewhere into Cirrus’ skin, and she isn’t too thrilled about it. Her skin is mottled with them from her neck down to the waistband of her panties and they have a date down at the lake tomorrow with the entire pack… She’s jeopardizing her strappy two-piece for this.

Aurora is still stuck to the spot on the top of her breast when Cirrus leans forward to spin. Just as everyone before her has done, she gives it a twist before letting it fly the other direction, and her eyes light up when it lands on Mist.

“Hand them over, Misty,” she says, her right hand already outstretched and doing a grabby motion while the water ghoulette works quickly to get the clamps off of her nipples. Once they’re off and in her hands, Aurora is more than happy to help her out of her bra to clamp them onto her breasts, right over that pretty jewelry through her nipples that glints and shimmers under the light of their candles that flicker around the room. If a little whimper escapes her lips when the left one pinches a little too tight, nobody says anything about it.

Sunshine watches the turns go around while also entertaining herself with Cumulus’ pussy and the dildo that has become slick and squelches with every slide and thrust she gives her. She almost mourns it when she has to sit up to spin, leaving the other ghoulette to take care of herself. Luckily she’s smart enough to sit up and reposition herself to ride the thing while Sunshine is away.

Sunny spins the bottle and it halts in front of Aurora. For the first time that night everyone cheers and whistles when the vibrating panties are pulled from where they’ve sat the entire game, unused, and replaced with the delicate lace ones that the multi ghoulette adorned. The remote appears in Cirrus’ hand and she smirks, “ready?”

Sunshine nods and Cirrus presses the button. The panties hum to life and Sunshine falls back from her elbows onto her back, her thighs pressing together tight and her hands pressing into her core from the intensity right off the bat.

“Cir-” Mist frowns, reaching over to lay a finger to the center of the vibrator on her clit. “That’s too much, turn it down just a tad, won’t you?”

“She can handle it. I’ve seen her take worse.”

Finally it’s Mist’s turn again and takes her hand off the multi-ghoulette’s clit to spin the wine bottle. It lands on her after an excruciatingly slow final turn and she nearly sobs when the clamps get placed back onto her little nipples, so red and sore from the seemingly never-ending pain.

The group of women start another round of their game and Cumulus spins toys again, quickly choosing the orange toy from earlier and working it carefully into her ass alongside the purple dick in her pussy for a little double penetration.

When Aurora spins and it points towards Cumulus she takes it as a challenge to try and torture the ghoulette wearing the vibrating panties with her tongue. Upon pulling the vibrator away from her clit she’s more than pleasantly surprised to find the ghoulette drooling with slick and the evidence of an upcoming orgasm, and is more than happy to help her get there and beyond, all while Sunshine buries her claws into that pretty pink hair and pulls just the way she likes it.

Cirrus takes her next turn and the bottle lands on Sunshine.

Toys again…

And suddenly the game takes a turn when Cirrus grabs a silicone dick from the table and works it into Aurora’s pussy, spread and open, from how she’s bent over on her knees to work Sunny over. When it pushes in it's a surprise, but she welcomes it nicely when Cirrus pets a hand over her lower back and tells her to relax, babydoll…

Distracted, Mist takes her turn in place of Sunshine and spins the bottle.

It lands on herself again and she would have thrown a bit of a fit if it weren’t for Cumulus reaching over and pulling on the chain that connected her nipples to each other, brow furrowed all gorgeous with a lip pulled between her teeth. She’s more than happy to help her with her toys.

As long as she’ll share.

#nameless ghoulettes #mist ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #nsft #p1nk ficlet

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absurdthirst · 2 years ago

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The Carnal Checklist {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 20k

Warnings: FWB, talk of safewords, sexual exploration, bondage, bdsm, power dynamics, sub/dom undertones, semi-public sex, sex toys, anal play, pegging, oral sex (male and female receiving) somnophilia,

Comments: Marcus Pike isn’t really a one night stand kind of guy. When his need for sex becomes unbearable, he asks you if you want to explore some things that he’s always wanted to try.

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Marcus sighs, tapping his pen against his desk. He’s frustrated. Not about a case or a coworker. No, he’s horny. No other way to put it. He wants to have sex. He’s not a one night stand kind of guy though. To go out and find someone to take back home and barely remember her name. He did that back in college a few times and regretted it, wanting more than something completely meaningless. He at least wants to know how she takes her coffee in the morning. He rubs his forehead, knowing he could jerk off again but he’s sick of it. His wrist hurts and it’s laborious and boring. He wants a woman under him, pliable and soft. He thinks about what he can do to fix his dilemma when you walk past his office. He calls your name, more out of instinct than anything.

It takes a few seconds to register that your boss was calling your name. Forcing you to stop in your tracks and immediately back up, the file in your hand forgotten while you had been on your way to take it back to the file room. Norris was a stickler for making sure that the files were brought back if you needed to make a copy of something and you didn’t want to get on his bad side. Sticking your head in, you flash him a smile. Marcus PIke was gorgeous and friendly - if completely unavailable. Still, you enjoyed the atmosphere he created in the department and respected him, having grown close to him since his transfer here six months ago. “What’s up?” You ask. “Need a refill of sludge?” Nodding towards his mug, you wonder if he thought you were on your way to the break room.

He shakes his head, admiring you in your professional attire. You’re a good agent, amazing really. Competent and a team player. You don’t let your ego get in the way like so many others. You smile at him and his heart thumps a little. You’re so beautiful, way out of his league after he’s done so much to fuck up his life. Teresa left him because he was too intense and he knows most women would think the same thing. He bites his lip, knowing what he wants is out of the question but he likes your company. “No. No. I, uh, I wondered if you wanted to get a drink after work.” He asks casually, knowing he can’t voice his idea here.

It’s probably a little sad how easily and bright your smile lights up your face. “Sure!” You agree quickly, wondering if it’s more of a team thing or if Marcus just wanted to perhaps have a shoulder to lean on. He had kept the majority of his past to himself but one night he had confessed how his last relationship had ended and why he had been so eager to go undercover when he got here. “As long as you buy the first round.” You joke, pointing a finger gun at him playfully.

“Always.” He winks at you, an easy smile on his face despite the nerves twisting his stomach. You stride off after agreeing a time, and Marcus is a bundle of nerves when he meets you by the elevator to make your way to the bar down the street, a regular for the alphabet workers. “So, uh, how was work?” Marcus asks once you are both seated and have the beers he bought.

You snort playfully and pick up your beer bottle. “Well, boss….” You emphasize his title, grinning at him. “Work was great of course.” You throw in as much sarcasm as you can muster. “Johnson managed to lose the case file again and I had to go pull everything from archives to put a new one together. I swear that man eats them.”

Marcus watches you, shaking his head as he thinks of Johnson and how much he fucks up. The yearly reviews are coming up soon so he will take that into account. “I’m sorry it was a hard day.” He tells you, knowing that shit happens at work and he can only control so much. “I, um, I wanted to talk to you about something.” He says, making you frown as you look at him. You nod, waiting for him to continue. “You can absolutely say no and I don’t want you to think that I am asking you to do this because I’m your boss and you can’t say no and I - I really don’t want you to do this because you feel sorry for me.” He rambles and you shake your head.

“Marcus. What is it?” You ask, wanting him to spit it out.

He decides to just blurt it out, “I want to fuck you.”

Of all the things that Marcus could have said, you never expected that. “I, um-” You take a deep breath and chuckle for a moment, thinking that he’s joking with you, but he doesn’t laugh with you. Instead he squirms in his seat and looks uncomfortable, like he’s made a mistake. You realize he’s serious. “I- are you for real?” You ask, looking around and leaning in. “You want what exactly? Friends with benefits?” You can’t believe that you are asking that, but you need to know where this is coming from.

He bites his lip, picking up the falling apart coaster on the table to spin it around as he tries to summon some courage. “I want - I want sex.” He confesses, “I just - I’m not a one night stand kind of guy. So I guess…friends with benefits?” He shrugs, “I just - I want to be able to explore. I’ve never really done that before now. I’m-” He lowers his voice, “a little vanilla and I want someone I trust to help me explore.”

“Okay.” You nod, showing that you understand. It’s incredibly flattering that he would trust you with something like that. You know that Marcus doesn’t really talk about personal stuff. “What kind of things?” You ask, interest piqued. Someone’s vanilla was another person’s spicy.

He blushes, “I- I want to try, uh, BDSM. Both sides of it. I want to tie up and be tied up. Use my handcuffs. My exes, they never - they always said no if I mentioned anything different and I didn’t want to upset them. I want to try…” He leans closer, “I want to use toys. Both on my partner and on - on me. Like, uh, pegging.” He swears he is red as a tomato right now. “I want to try role playing too.” He lays all of his cards out on the table, wanting you to know what he wants before you take this any further.

Your brow shoots up but you don’t say anything. Just humming in contemplation as you look into his nervous face and wide brown eyes. He’s handsome, lord knows you’ve had a few errant fantasies about your boss. “I don’t see anything wrong with any of that.” You say after another mouthful of your sudsy beer. “Although, it would need to be something outside of work.” You caution, although you are sure he knows this. “I don’t want to get in trouble at the bureau.”

Marcus nods, still furiously blushing. “I wouldn’t - I would never jeopardize your position. Or mine. I just- it will purely be between us. In private. Either your house or mine.” He tells you, not wanting you to feel pressured because he’s your boss.

You nod, knowing that Marcus is a man of his word, that is something that you can trust. It’s not that relationships between agents are frowned upon, it’s just that it could lead to a shift in dynamics in the team and you didn’t want to risk that, everything was running smoothly as it was. “Alright.” You agree after another moment. “When do you want to start this?” You ask with a small smirk.

Marcus shifts, his cock twitching in delight that you aren’t slapping him, telling him to fuck off. He is desperate to cum but he also imagines making you moan his name. That makes his cock harden a little more. “Tonight?” He asks, biting his lip.

You finish your beer, setting down the bottle and looking over at the waitress as she starts walking over to the two of you to check on you. “Get the check.” You tell him, deciding that you will tease him slightly. “We’ll see how good your handcuffing technique is, Pike.”

Marcus is eager, scrambling to grab some cash from his wallet and he hands the waitress far too much in his rush to get out of this fucking bar. Once he’s paid and you’re heading outside, he wraps his arm around your waist. “Wait…who’s being cuffed? You or me?” He teases, his semi hopefully not visible to others after he adjusted himself.

You chuckle and relax at the warm weight of his hand on your waist. Soon he would be touching much more. “Whatever you want to start.” You tell him, knowing he wants to try it all. “My hard limit is fisting. That’s a hell no. Do not attempt.” You tell him. “With those thick ass fingers of yours, three is the maximum.”

Marcus takes the compliment and notes the hard limit. It’s never been something he’s been into either. “Three fingers max.” He promises, sliding his hand a little lower to rest in your hip. “I’ll let you drive to my place. Save suspicion in the morning.” He notes when you enter the garage for the Hoover building.

“Sounds like a plan.” You tell him and he walks you to your car. Before you can get in, he presses you against the side, reaching up to cup your cheek.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I don’t want you to feel like you have to - to be with me because I’m your boss.” He knows how fucked men can be to pressure their female employees and he vowed to never be remotely like those assholes.

Your cunt clenches at the way he traps you against the car. It’s not meant to be threatening but it’s kind of sexy. At least your pussy thinks so. “I’ve had plenty of x-rated thoughts about my handsome boss over the past few months.” You admit, smirking at him. “You didn’t coerce me.”

He offers you a boyish grin upon hearing you’ve had thoughts about him. He knows there are cameras around so he doesn’t do what he wants, which is to just press his lips to yours and make out like a teenager against your car. Instead, he leans closer so his breath mingles with yours. “Good. I’ll see you at my place.” You’ve been to his place lots of times for team cookouts and late nights going over files. This time is different though. Unable to stop himself, he kisses the side of your mouth before he pulls back, opening your door for you.

You have to calm your nerves on the drive over to his house, playing some music to try to keep from working yourself up. Your stomach is jumpy and excited, it’s been awhile since you’ve gotten laid and this sounds like it’s going to be fun. Toys, bondage, edging are all things you love and it was rare to find a partner who just didn’t want to fuck as quickly as possible and go to sleep. Pulling up into the spot beside him, you flash him a grin as you climb out. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Marcus chuckles, his stomach churning with nerves but he reminds himself that this is supposed to be fun. He exhales shakily and grabs his keys, guiding you to his front door before he unlocks it and disarms the alarm. “You want a drink? Beer? Wine? Whiskey? Water?” He offers several options, trying to show that he isn’t in a rush.

“Some water will be fine.” You don’t want to drink too much the first time you do this. You look around his living room, noticing that it’s neat, just like it has been every time you’ve been here. “So I guess we can talk more about what you are looking for.” You decide to shuck your jacket and hang it up, your holster and weapon locked in your glove compartment already. “Establish safe words, warning queues. That kind of thing.”

Marcus grabs you both a bottle of water, sitting down on the sofa and patting the space beside him. "Um, yeah. I just- I want to try new things with someone I trust that isn't going to reject me or make fun of me." He admits, biting his lip. "My exes...they just wanted missionary. Doggy or spooning. Rarely did a girlfriend ride me. Claimed their thighs hurt so, uh, I guess I just want a woman who wants to experiment with me that I know and trust. I'm clean by the way. I just had my medical. Can show you the results." He says, reaching for his phone.

You shake your head. “I trust you. I’m clean too. And I have an IUD if cum play is something you are into.” You inform him. “I promise I won’t make fun of anything you want to try. Even if it’s not something I like.” You don’t mind the idea of this at all. “My safe word is blueberry.” You admit with a smile. “Have you ever thought of what you would use as one?”

He reaches out to squeeze your hand in appreciation. “Safeword? I’d say ‘pancakes’ and I, uh, I wouldn’t mind cum play. I might…” He exhales shakily, blushing furiously at the fact that he’s gonna tell anyone this. “I might have a breeding kink.” He confesses, knowing that he often gets off on the thought of knocking his partner up, watching his cum drip from her and knowing there’s a small chance it took. It’s dumb, all of his partners have had birth control but the idea just turns him on.

“Okay.” You nod, wanting to put him at ease. “It’s pretty common. I have a breeding kink too, even if I’m nowhere near having kids.” You give a small laugh. “So me begging you to put a baby in me would be top tier dirty talk?” You just want to make sure you are giving him what he wants. And since this is a mutual kink, that wouldn’t be hard. Plenty of ex’s had been weirded out even when you explained you didn’t want kids right then.

His cock hardens even more at the revelation that you also have a breeding kink and aren’t laughing at him. “Jesus.” He exhales sharply, “yes. God, I think you’d make me cum right away.” He chuckles softly, wiping his hands on his pants. He wants you, God, he wants you. “So, uh, should we…” He trails off, not wanting to push you. You nod and he swallows harshly, shifting over to you and he tentatively reaches out to cup your cheek. His dark eyes meet yours for a moment until he gently moves closer until he can press his lips to yours.

The first kiss is tentative, explorative. When you don’t hesitate or push him away, he gets a little more comfortable, moving closer. Sparks sizzle in your belly and your mouth opens, inviting him in with a soft moan as your hands drift up his arms to rest on his shoulders. His tongue immediately slides inside your mouth and the kiss turns slightly needy, Marcus pressing closer and your mutual groans getting louder.

Marcus loves that he knows you. The awkward dissipates almost instantly, and he caresses your back as he slides his tongue against yours. He might be a little clumsy but honestly, he’s so fucking eager to please. He’s decided he wants to handcuff you. Show you how good a lover he can be before you decide to go further into his sexual exploration. His hands grab your ass and he shifts to lean back, bringing you with him until you are straddling him. He kisses along your jaw, allowing you a moment, “you’re so beautiful.” He coos, wanting you to know that he truly believes that. He’s always thought that.

Flattery will get him everywhere with you. You wiggling into his lap, moaning when you feel his hard cock poking against your core and start grinding down on it. Slowly moving your hips in a circle eight pattern while your fingers comb through his hair. “And you’re sexy.” You pant out breathlessly, squealing softly when he bites down gently. “Fuck, do that again.” You beg.

He does as he is told, biting down again before he soothes the skin with his tongue. His cock throbs as you grind onto him and his hands slide up to squeeze your tits through your blouse. “Can I take this off?” He asks.

“Please.” Comes your breathless reply and he untucks it from your pants before pulling it over your head to expose your sensible white bra. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Your tits encased in the white silk makes him surge forward to kiss along the swell of your breast until he takes your nipple into his mouth through the material.

You whine, loving the feeling of his hot mouth soaking the material and the scrape of his teeth against the sensitive skin. “I- you can bite.” You tell him breathlessly, your fingers curled into his hair and you push him a little closer to your breasts. “I like that.” He groans, his cock twitching and throbbing underneath you, making you grind down against it a little more. You wish you had worn a skirt today, so it could already be pushed up to your hips, but you had worn a pantsuit. Feeling the pressure of his teeth makes your body jolt in surprise and you can’t help but moan again. “Mar-Marcus.”

His hands slide up your back, unclasping your bra as he bites down on your nipple again. Reluctantly pulling back so he can drag your bra down before he tosses it aside to resume his actions. Biting down on your other nipple, his hand squeezes your free breast, unable to believe how good you already feel pressed against him. His cock throbs but he’s not in a rush. “Lemme - lemme take my shirt off.” He murmurs, pulling back so he can tug on his tie, the material suddenly suffocating.

He works on his tie while your greedy fingers already start working on his lower buttons, eager to get to his skin. You’ve often wondered how he would look and feel, during those moments of naughty thoughts. You huff, finding a soft white cotton blend t-shirt underneath his once crisp dress shirt. Tugging on the ends to try to pull them from where they are tucked into his pants. You know you don’t have to rush, but excitement has you working frantically to get him just as exposed as you are.

Marcus loves how eager you are to get to his skin, tossing the tie aside as he helps you untuck his shirts before he shrugs off the button down. “Too many damn clothes.” You tease and he chuckles, “professional attire.” Eventually, you are pulling off his t-shirt, exposing his bare chest and he feels a little self conscious. He’s not built, he is fit enough to pass all the FBI requirements but he’s never had a six pack. A fit dad bod was how Teresa described him. He just hopes you like how he looks.

Your hands caress his skin and you lean in, pressing your breasts against his chest with a soft moan. “Fuck, you’re hot.” You praise, lips pressing against his neck before you start kissing down it and along his shoulder. You have always believed that men deserve just as much praise as women do when you are intimate. It makes the entire thing better, makes you more eager to be with that person again. You love that his chest is smooth and relatively hairless, your fingers mapping his skin.

Marcus’s chest tightens at your praise and eager kisses, making him feel like the most handsome man in the world. He loves it. His hands grab your ass, grinding you onto his throbbing covered cock. “You’re so fucking hot. Always thought it.” He confesses, “wanted to fuck you.” He reaches for the button of your pants, making quick work of them before he slides his hand into your panties. It’s awkward but he manages to rub your clit.

You whimper against his collar bone, tongue sliding along the thin skin there when you feel his thumb press against your clit. Right now this is what the two of you need. An introduction to one another. Your own hand snakes down and you squeeze his thick cock through his pants and moan when he twitches against it. “Lean back, baby.” You order him softly. “I want to get your cock out.”

He leans back, chuckling softly when you curse his belt but soon enough it is being tossed across the room with a clang. You then unbutton his smart dress pants, pulling the zipper down before reaching in to grip his cock. He hisses, unable to stop himself as he realizes how damn good your hand feels, he knows he’s gonna lose his mind when your cunt grips him.

“Fuck.” You whimper when you feel the hot weight of him in your hands. He’s thick, not overly girthy, but he will stretch and fill you deliciously. Your lips find his jaw and you can’t help but nip his skin as you slowly start to stroke him. “I’ve got my boss’s dick in my hand.” You moan breathlessly. “Wonder how many roleplay scenarios we can come up with?” You tease. “Please sir, I’ll do anything for a raise.”

He moans, continuing to rub your clit. “You’ve already got a raise.” He teases, twitching in your grip. You giggle, rolling your eyes, and he chuckles before you pump him, taking his breath away. “Jesus baby.” He grunts, “want to see all of you.” He gently pushes you off of him, making you stand so he can pull your pants down.

You don’t have any issue standing naked in front of him. Your body, with all of its imperfections, is your body. If he didn’t like it, he could just end things here. Although from the way that his eyes darken and he reaches for you again, you don’t think that it’s going to be an issue. “Show me your bedroom Marcus.” You tell him, pulling away from his reaching hands and picking up your pair of handcuffs, holding them up with one finger. “Easier to play there.”

He gulps, a drop of pre-cum soaking his boxers as he stands up, kicking off his sensible work loafers before he shoves down his pants, eager to be naked alongside you. He stumbles slightly in his excitement to get you to his bedroom but he’s soon opening the door for you.

Even though you’ve been inside his home several times, you’ve never been in his bedroom. It’s neat, just like the rest of the house and you smile when you see that his bed is even made, not just covers thrown haphazardly back into place. His bed is a nice size, queen, since he doesn’t need a larger bed living alone. “So what do you want to do, Marcus?” You ask, looking at the bed and then back to him. “Do you want to be in handcuffs or use the handcuffs on me?”

He eyes the handcuffs, knowing he wants to experience being tied up but tonight should be about you. He wants to show you how good he can be. Make you feel like you’re in heaven so you will want to fuck him again. He does feel like he has to prove himself since he is the one who wanted this. “You. I want you handcuffed to my bed so I can make you scream my name while my tongue is buried in your pussy.” He may be sweet but Marcus can be direct and dirty. He knows what he wants.

Your eyes widen in surprise but you can’t help but smirk. You have no issue being handcuffed by him to the bed and your cunt clenches at the thought of looking down and seeing his head between your thighs. “Yes sir.” You sass, swaying your hips as you walk by him and make sure you stick your ass out as you climb onto the bed and lay down in the middle of it. He had wanted to be able to explore things with you and you were going to give him that.

Marcus groans as you lay down on the bed, arms stretched towards the headboard and your legs spread to display your dripping folds. He grabs the handcuffs, leaning over you. “Are you sure? You want out, you say the word.” He orders, his voice authoritative.

“Blueberries.” You remind him of your safe word and watch as the muscles under his skin flex and ripple as he wraps the cold steel of your handcuffs around one wrist and clicks them closed before winding it behind the slats and takes your other wrist in his hand. “You don’t have to worry, I won’t stay silent if I want out.” You pause. “Spanking is also on the table. If you’re into that.”

His cock twitches violently at the thought as he cuffs your other hand. “Yeah? You like being spanked like a naughty little girl?” He coos, a sudden dominant vibe surging inside of him now that you are cuffed to his bed. He shuffles, kneeling between your thighs and he playfully slaps the inside of your thigh.

“God.” Your moan is loud and your cunt clenches, slightly shocked that he had slapped your thigh. You should have known better, but men far less chivalrous than Marcus had not liked spanking. He rubs your skin even though the slap hadn’t stung for more than a second, there hadn’t been any force behind it. “Yes.” You admit shamelessly. “Love it.”

Marcus smirks, loving how eager you are. He shifts to lay between your thighs, groaning at how wet you are. He inhales your heady scent before he leans closer, sliding his tongue through your folds.

You let out a strangled groan, closing your eyes and letting your head flop back against the pillows while he licks at your cunt. You never imagined an after work drink would have led to this. “Oh fuck, Marcus.” You whimper, body jolting when he flicks his tongue over your clit.

He just hums in delight, loving the tang of your arousal as he flicks your clit, your hips bucking into his mouth. His arm slings over your stomach to keep you still while he slides his tongue through your folds. “You prefer your clit sucked or flicked?” He asks, wanting to communicate about what you like.

Your eyes open and you look down at him, his dark eyes fixed on you. “Flicked.” You pant out, whimpering when he does just that and your instinct is to pull your hands down. The clank of the handcuffs makes you moan, realizing you can’t touch him. “Fuck.”

He smiles into your folds. “Gotta be a good girl. Keep your hands there. Otherwise, I gotta spank you.” He warns, knowing you’d like the punishment. It’s so much fun to try a different part of his sexual personality, enjoying being a little more dominant. He flicks your clit while his hand slides along your thigh. Pressing two fingers into your cunt, he groans at how wet you are. “Dripping for me like a filthy girl. You like being handcuffed to my bed? I can do what I want to you. I could make you cum on my fingers…or leave you high and dry.” He hums, curling his fingers inside of you before removing them.

The whimper you let out is sinful. Gasping and lifting your hips to chase his fingers. It’s fucking sexy to hear that fall from your bosses lips. How the hell could someone not want Marcus like this? “I- I’ll be good.” You promise, biting your lips and moaning again as your cunt throbs. “Please.”

He hums again, leaning in to kiss your thigh before he slides two fingers back inside of you, pumping his digits with a groan at the way your walls grip him as if to stop him from pulling them out again. He leans in to flick his tongue over your clit, wanting to hear you cum for the first time.

It doesn’t that you long. A few minutes of perfectly curled fingers combined with clever, strong flicks of his tongue against your clit has your toes curling and your arms straining at the handcuffs. That knot of tension building in your stomach busting and making you cry out. “Ohhh fuuuuuuck!” You gasp as your cunt gushes over his fingers and your entire body lights up in bliss.

He fucking loves the way you cum. Your thighs pressed against his head and the gush of juices on his digits until there’s a squelching sound as he works you through it. He groans, kissing your clit as he waits for you to relax from your orgasm. “You good?” He asks, wanting to make sure you’re okay with the handcuffs and aren’t uncomfortable before he continues making you feel good.

Your body relaxes and your chest heaves while you try to catch your breath. “Fuck, I’m great.” You chuckle, tilting your head back and looking up at the ceiling. “Jesus Christ, Marcus. You are talented with that mouth of yours.” You praise. “How the fuck are you single? A man who eats pussy like that is a fucking prize.”

He sighs, kissing your inner thigh. “I’m too much too soon. Always dive in and end up scaring them away.” He confesses, knowing his desire for a wife and family has led to him seeming a little desperate and intense. He wants you to cum one more time on his tongue, wants you to be eager to fuck him next time. He kisses along your thigh before he flicks his tongue over your clit again, loving your whimper of sensitivity.

Forgetting about his words, you just let yourself experience his tongue. It’s all you can do. There is a helpless aspect to bondage that you enjoy, being unable to do anything but what your partner wants you to do appeals to the woman that is always independent and in charge of her life. Your legs lift and you drape them over Marcus’s broad shoulders while he continues to lick into you like you are a sweet.

He slides his tongue into your cunt, curling it as he groans at how wet you are. His nose presses against your clit, loving how sweet your cum tastes as he works you up again. His hands slide up to squeeze your tits, pinching your nipples to hear your sweet cry of his name again.

Oftentimes, you get one orgasm with lovers, so this is a treat. You love the ache of his fingers rolling your nipples between them and the groans that vibrate against your folds. Even if this wasn’t exactly what you had been expecting tonight, you feel like just the handcuffs being used is giving Marcus a new experience. Your hips lift and you cry out his name when your second orgasm steamrolls over you, making you choke out another cry and shake under his touch.

He fucking loves it. Already addicted, he laps up every drop of your cum as you shake beneath him, heels digging into his shoulders as you ride your orgasm. He groans, lapping at your folds to work you through it until you relax and he rests his chin on your lower stomach. "Damn. You taste good." He licks his lips as he looks at you.

You give him a lazy smile, still blissed out and soft from your orgasm. “That was really good.” You hum happily. “What do you want now? Do you want to fuck me? Feel how soft and wet I am? How tight I feel around your cock?”

Marcus nods, wanting to feel you around him. “You, uh, want to use a condom?” He asks, wanting to know before he slides inside of you. His cock is throbbing so he shifts to kneel, wrapping his fingers around his cock to give him some relief.

“Only if you want to.” You shoot him a grin and one foot comes up to slide along his thigh. “I trust you are safe and there’s that IUD, remember?” You tease. “So I am yours to turn into a Twinkie if you want.”

He groans, cock twitching in his grip before he lets go, grabbing your calf and bringing your foot up to his mouth. He wraps his lips around your toe, sucking as he shuffles closer to you. His cock sliding between your folds as he covers his length in your cum.

You squeal, surprised by that move, and you giggle when he bites down on your toe playfully. Only to moan a second later when starts to slide his cock up against your entrance teasingly before letting his move to push against your clit. Teasing you as he wets himself with your juices. “Marcus.” You pant, eager to feel him inside you. “Are you going to make me beg?”

He hums, releasing your toe before placing your calf on his shoulder. “Now there’s an idea.” He nudges your clit with the head before pulling away. “Beg for my cock. Beg me to fuck you. I could pull away now, leave you here to think about how good my cock would feel inside of you.”

You pout at him, whining at the threat. “Fuck me, Marcus.” You beg quietly. “I want to feel your cock inside me, I want to feel you when I’m sitting at my desk tomorrow and know they you fucked me tonight.” You bite your lip. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”

He pulls away from you. "That's not good enough." He quips, removing his cock from your folds. He hums and shuffles off of the bed. "I think you need a few minutes to think about how much you want my cock inside of you." He slaps your thigh before he strides out of the room. Leaning against the wall in the hallway, his cock is throbbing but he wants to hear your sweet begs for him. He wants to feel in control after all the bullshit with Teresa.

“Oh fuck.” You bite your lip, whimpering with your eyes still on the doorway where Marcus disappeared. You had never expected him to actually leave you. “Please, please fuck me.” You beg, your voice pleading. “I need your cock inside me. God, you can’t tease me like this baby.” You squirm on the bed, restless and tug on the handcuffs to clatter against the slats of his headboard. “Come back and fuck me, please.”

He bites his lip, deciding to go and get you a bottle of water. He desperately wants to go in there and sink into you but he also wants to hear you beg a little more. “Sorry. Did you say something?” He calls out, a smirk on his lips as he sets the bottle down before wrapping his fingers around his cock, trying to stop himself from jerking off.

Huffing, your whimper is frustrated. “Marcus, please. God, stop teasing me. I want to feel you inside me. I want - fuck uncuff me and I’ll ride you.” You try to bargain. “I just want your cock inside me, filling me up.” Your legs shift impatiently and your cunt is throbbing. “Please, please, please fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me.” You beg, chanting your plea over and over again.

Marcus can’t deny you when you beg so sweetly. He lets go of his cock and makes his way into the bedroom. Your whine of relief makes pre-cum drip onto his carpet and he doesn’t give a fuck. When he is hovering over you, your legs spread as you buck up into thin air, it releases something inside of him. He grabs your hips, spinning you so your arms cross and you are on your stomach. He straddles your thighs and grips his cock, not even wasting a second before he is pushing into you, his hips pressed against your ass.

Your shriek of pleasure is loud, making sure that anyone nearby hears it. His cock stretches you, pushes up against your walls in the most fantastic way that leaves you breathless. He’s groaning behind you, maybe growling and your cunt can’t help but react, clenching down around him while he grinds deeper into your body. His hips pushing against your ass and pushing you into the bed. “Oh- oh fuck.”

“That’s it. Take all of it. Take all of my cock.” He growls, loving the way your arms are crossed, his cock pushing inside of you as he begins a fast pace, wanting to hear you scream his name and remember him tomorrow when you walk.

You can’t do anything but take it. Moaning and gasping out every time he pushes deep, feeling like he’s burying himself in your guts. You instinctively know that this isn’t his normal pace. All you can do is ball your hands into fists and try to push your ass up as he thrusts down into you. “Oh fuck- shit- Marcus!”

He leans down, pressing all of his body over yours so he can bite down on your shoulder. He rocks into you, his hips slamming against yours as he roughly fucks you. He isn’t usually like this but he wants to indulge in his more animalistic side. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. God baby.” He groans, kissing your neck.

Your toes curl and you moan nearly every thrust, being able to take a breath when he pulls his hips back only to have it push back out when his hips snap forward again. “Yes.” You hiss, bowing your back as much as you can until it hurts. “Use me.” You beg. “Take what you need.”

He grunts, wanting you to cum first before he feels you up. “I’m gonna - I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna get you - fuck - get you pregnant. Knock you up and watch your belly grow. Want to watch my cum drip out of you knowing - knowing that it took.” He knows you are okay with it, knowing you have an IUD. It’s just pretend, but fuck if it doesn’t make his cock throb inside of you.

You whine, nodding with your face against the cool pillow. “Fuck yes.” You gasp, clenching down around him. “Fuck, breed me baby.” You feel positively wicked just saying it out loud, always thinking it during sex but never having a partner be comfortable with it. The last guy you had tried that with went limp. “Please, fill me up.”

“Going to.” He promises. Shit, this is his fucking dream. A hidden part of him wants to do it for real, but that’s just his desire for a family. You and him aren’t like that. You aren’t together. “Gonna fill you up. Get you pregnant. Coat your walls with my cum. Just want you to cum.” He groans.

Whimpering, you feel him speed up. The slap of his hips against your ass loud and his cock is shredding up inside you. Striking against pure heaven and making you race towards another orgasm. “Go-going to.” You pant out. “Yo-your cock is going to make me cum. Fuck- so good.” You feel him push deep and it unleashes a wave of pleasure inside you. “Ohhhhh Marcusssssssss!” You cry out loudly as you soak his cock.

Marcus fucking loves it, burying his cock deep inside of you as he struggles to even thrust because of how tight you’re gripping him. “Good girl. God, I love this.” He chokes, thrusting his hips a few more times before he cums, pushing deep as he paints your walls with his hot seed.

You moan as he fills you up. Feeling the flood of heat from his cum and basking in the way that you feel even fuller than you did just a moment before. The rocking thrusts of his hips makes it squelch, pushing it out around his length as he rides out his high. You sigh, closing your eyes and smiling at the way you feel completely relaxed and sated as he collapses on top of you.

Marcus exhales deeply until he is kissing along your shoulder as he enjoys the buzz of his orgasm. He loves how you seem boneless beneath him and he is happy to have fucked you to that point. He kisses your cheek before he pulls out of you. He gently turns you over, groaning when you spread your thighs and he can see his cum dripping out of you. "Jesus. That's a pretty sight." He murmurs, unable to stop himself from reaching out to push his cum back inside of you.

You whimper in delight and your eyes flutter closed as his fingers plug your cunt, keeping his cum trapped inside you. “Fuck Marcus.” You pants. “Gotta make sure it stays in there.” You murmur, continuing the small little breeding fantasy. You open your eyes and find him staring down at your cunt and his fingers. “How do you feel about plugs?”

He smirks, blushing despite everything he just did to you. “Damn. That would be sexy as hell.” He pulls his fingers away, bringing them up to your mouth and you wrap your lips around them, sucking his cum off of his digits. He groans, spent cock twitching, and withdraws his fingers, grabbing the key so he can unlock the cuffs. After removing them, he gently rubs your wrists, leaning down to kiss your lips. “I’ll get you some water.” He murmurs, pulling back before making his way to the kitchen.

Sitting up, you slide off the bed, needing to use the bathroom. Marcus had just spent countless minutes pushing against your bladder and you are eager to relieve it. Slipping into his en-suite, you use the toilet and clean up quickly, flushing and washing your hands before you walk back out just as Marcus comes back in from the kitchen. “I hope you don’t mind, I had to pee.” You explain with a small grin.

He rolls his eyes at you, “as if I’d be bothered about that sweetheart.” He shifts to lay down beside you, handing you the bottle of water. “Drink. You need to hydrate.” He orders, not wanting you to feel ill. He wants to ask you to stay for some takeout but he doesn’t want to push it.

“Yes sir.” You send him a cheeky smile and twist the cap off to take a long drink of the cold water. Moaning quietly when you realize how thirsty you actually were, downing half the bottle before you pull it away from your lips. “Here.” You offer him the rest of the water. “You need some too. You did all the work.”

He downs it, tossing the bottle onto his nightstand. He reaches out to cup your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. “So…did I pass the friends with benefits audition?” He asks, smiling as he settles back against the headboard.

You smirk and raise a brow at him in amusement. “It all depends on if feeding me is a part of Mr. Pike’s aftercare routine.” You tell him playfully before you nod. “It was good, seriously good.” You promise him. “Was it- was it what you were imagining? Or no?”

He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest. “What do you want?” He asks, “your choice. Thai? Pizza? Chinese? Or McDonalds?” He asks, wanting to give you options. He swallows after a moment, looking at you. “It was…it was incredible. Seriously, thank you. I never - I’ve never been like that before. Never been so…so animalistic.” He admits, blushing even more.

You smile, happy that he has been able to experience something new with you. “Good.” You lean in and press your lips to his, hoping that he doesn’t mind since the two of you are done having sex. You keep it quick, pulling back and biting your lip. “Is Chinese okay?” You ask, wanting egg rolls all of a sudden.

“Sure. Lemme grab my phone and you can order whatever you want.” He says, shifting off of the bed and he reaches for his boxers before he moves to grab his phone from his jeans. “Here babe.” He says, handing you the phone. This feels so domestic but he reminds himself that this isn’t anything more than friendship with sex sprinkled in.

You pull up the UberEats app and select the restaurant that it looks like Marcus has ordered from before. You pick your favorite meal and hand the phone back to him, making sure to get extra egg rolls. “I’ve picked out what I want.” You tell him with a grin. “I guess I better get dressed, huh?”

He bites his lip, “we are friends. If you wanna wear one of my shirts and boxers until you go, that’s cool. Or you can get dressed. Whatever you’re most comfortable with.” He offers, wanting to cuddle but he won’t let his damn clingy nature ruin this.

“That will work.” You smile at him and nod. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by being naked when we aren’t- you know.” You feel your cheeks heat up and you give a small shrug. “This is new, so I don’t want to overstep.”

He kisses your cheek, “you wouldn’t make me uncomfortable. Communication is key so you tell me what you’re comfortable with and I’ll do the same. We are friends, not just coworkers. This is supposed to be fun so I want you to be happy and relaxed.” He shifts off of the bed again, grabbing a clean t-shirt and pair of boxers from his dresser for you.

“Thank you.” You stand and take the clothes when he hands them to you. Slipping on the boxers and shirt before you lay back down. “So I guess we should talk about aftercare and cuddling and things like that.” You venture. “And what else you want to have happen.”

He leans back against his pillows. “I’d like cuddles, if you’re cool with that. And I would like to look after you. I think aftercare is key. Especially after a hard session. Water, food, lotion. Relaxation. You never have to leave here if you don’t feel like it. I’m good with you staying over. You can even stay in my guest room. I want…I want you to dominate me next. Edge me. I’ve never had a lover do that.” He admits, biting his lip.

“Okay so on days we are planning on meeting up, I would say that we just sleep over.” You propose. “I’ll sleep wherever you want, but I know it’s draining after some things.” You smirk at him. “How do you feel about cock rings?” You ask playfully.

“I’ve never used one. I’m open to it. Do you- I never asked you what you’d like to try. This is about you too. What’s your biggest fantasy? I want to make your fantasies come true too.”

You give him an embarrassed grin. “Well, the breeding kink is a very big one and a plug.” You admit. “Making me keep your cum inside me for however long.” You give a small chuckle. “Um, and I- I like when someone cums on my face.” Your cheeks heat up again as you tell your boss your desires.

His cock twitches at that thought. “Really?” He asks, jaw dropped when you nod. “Well, I’m sure we can arrange that sweetheart. Jesus, you’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you? What about roleplay? Any fantasies? I, uh, I want to roleplay an interrogation. Where, uh, I'm the perp.”

“Hmmmm that’s a good one.” You curl into his side easily and wrap your hand around his stomach. “I have to…break…my suspect.” You purr. “I’ve got some fantasies that are- no, I don’t have anything.” You can’t bring yourself to admit that, it’s too dark and you don’t want to scare him or make him think you are fucked up.

He frowns, wanting you to feel secure and safe enough to tell him what you want. You’re here for a good time and he wants to make sure you both enjoy it. “You don’t have to tell me but I won’t judge. This is supposed to be fun. If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you but I won't make fun of you.” He promises, cuddling into you.

“I - God, I’ve had a fantasy about- being taken advantage of while I sleep since I was - fuck, 17?” You admit. “A stranger sliding into bed and fucking me while I’m asleep.” You can’t look over at him, knowing you would see disgust on his face. After telling one boyfriend about it and having him break up with you, you had never told anyone else about your fantasy.

Marcus can’t stop his cock from hardening even if he tries. “You mean-” He clears his throat, “you want - you want to be fucked while you’re asleep?” You nod, biting your lip from mortification and he leans closer to rest his forehead against yours. “As long as you give me consent, I can make it happen. You have to be sure though. Consent. Consent. Consent.” He repeats, knowing he will need you to be certain before he ever takes you like that.

You exhale loudly, amazed that he would even consider it. “Yes- fuck, you’ll do it?” You ask, eyes wide and hopeful. “I mean, you don’t have to, I’ve just- that’s my one thing that I’ve always wanted.”

“I will if you give me consent. I won’t do it unless you are comfortable.” He tells you, knowing he wants to fulfill your fantasies as well as his own. “Anything else you want?” He asks, curious as his phone dings that the food is on the way.

“Standard stuff.” You give a small shrug. “Anal is okay, I like it.” You tell him. “But yes, I give you consent. Alllll the consent.” You giggle quietly. “What’s your deepest fantasy?” You ask, wanting to know.

He bites his lip again, blushing furiously as he imagines his deepest fantasy. “I, uh, I don’t know if you’ll like it, considering our jobs.” He confesses, looking over at you with flushed cheeks. “I- I want to - to have sex in public. Somewhere we can be caught and I’m trying to keep you quiet but also trying to make you cum.”

Your brow wings up and you nearly choke in surprise. This man claims that he’s vanilla and he wants public sex? “I - wow.” You don’t hate the idea though. “We would have to find the right spot to make that happen.” You tell him quickly, not wanting him to think you are saying no.

He nods, knowing it would involve planning because of your jobs. The fact that you aren’t saying no has him smiling softly. “Where have you been all my life?” He teases.

“In an office down the hall from you.” You joke and he leans in to rest his head on top of yours. “Let’s have some good food, sleep and then we can figure out our next fantasy.”

****

You bite your lip as you glance at the clock again, willing the numbers to be closer to the time where you can leave and go home. It’s been a few days since the first time that you had gone home with Marcus, both of you deciding that it didn’t need to be an everyday thing. It’s Friday, the weekend free and clear and the two of you can indulge without being interrupted with work. This time you are going to be in control over Marcus and edge him - at your apartment.

Marcus is nervous and excited. This time you’re in control and going over to your apartment gives more of that illusion. When the day ends, he watches you walk past his office without a glance in his direction, making his palms sweaty. He is already half hard just thinking about this, has been all day, and soon, he is in his car driving over to your place. When he arrives, he grabs the overnight bag from the car and makes his way to your door.

You smirk when you hear the doorbell ring, making your way over to it and opening it quickly to find Marcus standing there with his bag. “Come inside and leave your bag by the door.” You order him, watching his eyes widen when he sees what you have changed into. “Then you are to strip down to your boxers.”

Marcus's jaw drops at your outfit. Tight leather and lace that has his cock instantly hard. Plus your voice, full of authority has him ready to fucking cum. He nods, setting his bag down by the door and he is rock hard, body practically vibrating with excitement. "Jesus baby. You-" He closes his mouth when you look at him, showing him that he shouldn't talk.

He likes your nod to the classic idea of a dominant looks like, you had thought he would love it when you had picked it out after work the other day. Watching as he eagerly sets his bag down and starts shucking off his clothes, haphazardly throwing them on the floor. “Ah ah ahhhh.” You purse your lips in disappointment and look at the pile pointedly. “Don’t be a messy boy.” You purr. “Make sure you fold them neatly.”

His cock twitches as he picks up his pants, carefully folding them up like he used to in the army, and he shrugs off the rest of his clothes, carefully placing the pile down on the floor. He stands up straight in his boxers, awaiting your next command with his cock bulging in the thin material.

“Hmmm.” You bite your lip as you see that he’s already hard, obviously enjoying you ordering him around. “I’m not going to use handcuffs on you.” You announce with a smirk. “I have straps for your hands and feet to tie you to my bed. Is that okay with you?” You ask, wanting to make sure he is comfortable with that idea. “Spread out and vulnerable, waiting for me to touch you?”

Marcus whimpers, actually whimpers at the idea. Swearing he could cum just from you telling him about what you are going to do to him. He nods and you shake your head. "Words." You order, making him shiver.

"It's okay - more than okay - with me." He responds, wringing his hands together as he becomes fidgety.

Smiling, you crook your finger and beckon him to follow you through your apartment to your bedroom. Marcus has never been over here and you wonder if he’s looking around, or if his eyes are focused on your ass, your cheeks completely bare as the back of your outfit is a thong. You open the door and show him the queen sized bed that have black padded cuffs waiting at every corner, already tied to the frame and a cock ring, plug and anal beads sitting on the bedside table with lube.

Marcus honestly feels like he has died and gone to heaven, a soft groan escaping his lips as he eyes the set up. It's everything he has fantasized about and more. "Shit." He hisses under his breath, unsure of what to look at since you look like a damn snack and he is starving. He hopes you let him eat you out again. "Where do you want me...ma'am?" He tests the waters, wanting to please you.

“On the bed.” You order, walking over to the bed to start opening the cuffs. “Remind me of your safe word.” You know that it’s pancakes, but you want it to be fresh in his mind.

“Pancakes.” Marcus rushes over to lay down and you smirk as you start with his ankle, wrapping the cuffs around one firmly and tugging on it.

“Good boy.” You purposely haven’t removed his underwear, wondering if he will question you on it or if he will stay silent.

He grows more desperate for your touch with each cuff that is placed on his wrists and ankles. Groaning, he watches you finish the last cuff and he is soaking his boxers with pre-cum. He bucks his hips, able to move too much, and a whine escapes his lips. "Please. Please. I need - I need you."

You shush him, leaning over and pressing your lips to his firmly, feeling him strain to kiss you back. His tongue slides against your lips and you pull back with a grin. “Naughty boy.” You chide lightly. “I’ll take care of you, you just relax, hm?”

He tries to relax, breathing out as he waits for you to touch him, do anything with him. Closing his eyes, he forces himself to relax into the mattress, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Yes ma’am.” He murmurs, opening his eyes to watch you.

You hun in approval and lean down to swirl your tongue around his flat nipple, making him gasp as you climb up on the bed and straddle one of his thighs as you reach down and cup his cock through his boxer. “When was the last time someone worshiped your cock baby?” You ask softly. “Licked it and sucked it, nuzzled it? Sucked on your balls while they stroked your cock?”

Marcus looks at you, realizing how fucking perfect you are for this. He’s never been so turned on and you haven’t even touched his cock. “It’s been a while. Not since - pre-Teresa. She never - I didn’t push her because she - she didn’t like giving blowjobs.” He reveals, feeling like he’s about to combust.

You smirk and hook your fingers under the band of his briefs. They are plain, standard boxers. Not name brand so you have no guilt when you grab the seam of them and start ripping them apart. “Good thing I love having a cock in my mouth.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He hisses when you rip his boxers, reach down to grip his cock and waste no time in taking him into your mouth. “Oh fuck baby.” He groans in relief, fingers twitching before curling into a fist as he remembers that he can’t touch you.

You hum around his length, loving how he twitches and rewards you with a small spurt of pre-cum when you press your tongue against the tip. Pulling off of him to flatten your tongue along the sensitive skin that is salty and slightly musky. “Do you want the toys now or when you are squirming, baby?” You coo, having every intention of turning him into a needy pile of goo by the time you climb onto his cock.

“Now, please.” Marcus begs, trying now to pull against restraints. All his wildest dreams are coming true and he can’t wait to see how it feels.

“Good boy.” You coo, happy he’s giving himself over to you like this. He said he wanted it, but so many men have a hard time giving up control. You lean over, reaching for the toys and your fingers let go of his cock and slide down to massage the taunt skin around his puckered hole.

He gasps, thighs shaking a little as you rub the sensitive skin and he swears he could cum just from that. A moan escaping his lips and he is completely at your mercy, nails digging into his palms. “Please.” He begs, needing more.

“You’re being so good.” You praise him, removing your fingers so you can coat them in a squirt of lube. “I’m going to work you open, okay? Tell me if you want to stop.” This is all about consent and fun, wanting him to love everything you do, or it doesn’t happen. You circle his sphincter again before you start to slowly push two fingers into him, leaning down and taking his cock back into your mouth.

He groans, loving the way your fingers are stretching him out. He has always wanted this but just couldn’t find anyone to do it for him. He hisses when you suck on his cock, making him whine your name and the cuffs pull on the bed frame. “Oh it’s good.” He pants, whining when you scissor your fingers to work him open.

He’s leaking into your mouth, making it water as your tongue twirls around the head and he groans your name again. You work him open slowly, not wanting to hurt him when you eventually use the toys on him. “You taste divine, baby.” You purr, pulling off his cock and crooking your fingers up inside him.

“What - what are you going to use?” He asks, curious and turned on. He wants to know what you’re gonna do to him. He’s at your mercy and he fucking loves it.

You hum, smiling up at the already wrecked look on his face. “Beads.” You decide. “Want the plug inside you when I sit on your cock and use it to make me cum.”

The choked noise he lets out is almost inhuman. He is so turned on, even hearing you say it has his cock leaking. When you grab the beads with your free hand, his muscles clamp down on your digits, his entire body practically vibrating with excitement.

Chucking at his eagerness, you withdraw your fingers and coat the beads very liberally in the lube. His hole is pulsing, anticipating the penetration and you sit and admire it for just a second before you press the smallest bead against the gasping flesh and watch his body basically try to pull it inside. “Shameless boy, I love it.” You coo as you stroke his thigh with your free hand and start to push the beads inside him.

He inhales deeply, gulping for air as you push the beads one by one inside of his ass. He has never felt like this and fuck, it just feels so good. He groans your name as you caress his thigh, his cock leaking onto his stomach.

You love how he looks, overwhelmed and blissed out at the same time. Pleasure looks fantastic on Marcus Pike and you are happy you are the one giving it to him. “It’s going to feel weird.” You caution, knowing how startling it can be when someone starts to pull the bead out. “Just let me know if I need to pause.” You order as you tug on the beads, reaching up and squeezing the base of his cock while you do.

He frowns slightly at the pressure, the way his body stretches around the bead, and he groans when you pump his cock, making him hiss in response. “Yes. Oh. Oh, I like that.” He pants, hips bucking up slightly since he’s restrained.

He’s so fucking good for you. You swear he would let you do anything to him and that is such a thrilling idea. Your cunt is dripping, soaking the tiny liner of your little outfit and you can’t help but grind down on his thigh while you work the beads back into him. “You are doing so good, baby.” You pant. “Such a good boy. You tell me when you are getting close to cumming okay?”

He whines out a "yes ma'am" and your praise has him on the fucking edge. He can feel your arousal slicking up his thigh as you rock your hips and the beads are pushed back into his ass while you pump his cock. He couldn't hold off if he wanted to. "I'm gonna cum." He pants just before he explodes, hot seed spurting out onto his lower stomach and chest, nearly hitting him in the face with how fucking hard he cums.

You hum, surprised that he’s cum so quickly but then again you aren’t, not with how new all of this is for him. “Naughty boy.” You stroke him through it, keeping the pressure up on his cock until you work every drop from his length until he is panting and whining in overstimulation. You let go of him and bring your hand up to your lips, licking off his cum from your skin while pants below you. “You couldn’t wait, could you?” You tease, winking at him as you lick up his spend.

He shakes his head, eyes closed as his entire body vibrates from his orgasm. "Fuck. I'm - I'm so sorry. I couldn't - it felt too good." He pants, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "I - I am sorry ma'am." He barely manages to open his eyes to look at you.

“It's okay, baby.” You aren’t the hard dom type of girl. There wasn’t going to be any punishment for him cumming from you. You loved that you made him feel good enough that he couldn’t hold back. You ease the beads out from inside him and set them off the side and lean forward and press your lips to his. “Do you want to keep going, or are you done?” You murmur softly.

He smiles, lazy and lusty as he looks at you. “I want to keep going. You haven’t cum yet. I want to make you cum. You want to sit on my face?” He asks, wanting to hear you cry out his name as you soak his face again.

You grin, leaning and patting his cheek gently. “You are such a pleaser, Marcus.” You hum, intrigued by the idea of riding his face. “If I do that, I’m going to push your plug inside you, it vibrates.” You tell him. “And I’m going to let your right hand go so you can tap my hip if you need me to get off of you.”

He nods, eager to please and to feel something else inside of him. “Please baby. Whatever you want. I’m yours to use.” He tells you, his voice needy as his cum starts to dry on his skin.

The plug is coated in a thin layer of lube and you feel him tilt his hips up as you start to press it into him. Loving the way that he moans when it is fully seated and the base is flush with his cheeks. “Okay baby, tell me how you like this.” You turn it on and smirk when his mouth drops open and his eyes close, spent cock twitching.

“Holy fucking shit. I - Jesus. It’s - it’s so good.” He groans, his heart pounding at the stretch and he fucking loves it. God, this is incredible. Everything he’s ever wanted. “Please baby. Sit on my face.”

You reach up and peel the velcro around one of his wrist and guide his hand to your waist while you work your way up his chest. “Squeeze my hip twice if you want me to move off your face.” You order him, facing him so you can look down into his eyes while you ride his face. Reaching down and moving the thin panties to the side to reveal your folds.

He watches your cunt as you lower it towards his face and he nearly sprains his neck trying to lap his tongue through your folds before you settle on top of him. “Oh fuck yes.” He hisses, flattening his tongue through your folds before he begins to suck on your clit. You are surrounding him and he loves it, loves how you control him, control your pleasure.

Gripping your headboard, you don’t let Marcus move his head. Instead you start rolling your hips, rubbing your cunt over his mouth and using his lips and tongue to drag against your clit. Moaning softly you reach down and adjust the edge of your thong further out of the way, letting him reach all of you as you grind against him.

His fingers dig into your hip as he lets you ride his face, his tongue stiffened for you to get your pleasure from him. His cock is semi hard again, resting against his thigh as he just loves how you taste. His chin coated in your arousal and he hums into your folds.

You take your time, keeping your pace slow and steady as you use him. Not wanting to gallop towards an orgasm when his body is still recovering from his own pleasure. Tonight is about being in control and you set the pace. “Of fuck baby.” You reach down and tangle your fingers into his hair. “You’re doing so good letting me ride that tongue of yours.”

He grunts into your flesh in response, his blunt nails scratching your skin as he urges you to take what you need from him. He loves how you keep your pace controlled and use him for your pleasure. His cock is hard now, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach as you ride his face.

“You’re gonna make me cum.” You pant out breathlessly, thighs quivering around his cheeks as you try to keep your pace steady but your body is starting to react to the way that his tongue drags against your nerves. “You’re gonna be a good boy and let me cum all over your face, aren’t you?”

He manages to shift his head so he can talk to you. “Yes. Yes. I’ll be a good boy. Please, just cum for me. Cum all over my face.” He pleads before he sucks your clit into his mouth, his hand shifting to squeeze your ass cheek and help you rock on his face.

You moan, that little bit pushing you over the edge. Making your thighs tighten and your hips grind down onto him even more while your cunt starts to pulse around nothing. Your juices pouring out of you to soak his chin and mouth. “Oh, oh fuck baby, oh!” You cry out, tossing your head back in pleasure.

He hums in delight, never getting enough of hearing you cum. Even better to feel it as it drips onto his face, soaking his chin. The way you shake above him has him ready to cum, especially when he thrusts his hips against midair and the plug hits deeper inside of him, making him groan.

Chuckling breathlessly as you swing your leg over his face so you can get off of him, you lean down and press a kiss to his still wet lips. “Now I’m going to suck your cock and you can’t cum baby.” You warn him. “You cum and I won’t ride your cock.”

He exhales shakily, nodding as you slide down his body. His cock aches but he wants to feel your cunt surrounding his cock more than your mouth so he braces himself. “I- I can do that.” He tells himself more than you. “Good.” You smile and reach up to cuff his hand once more. When you wrap your fingers around his cock, he hisses, a dribble of pre-cum displaying how turned on he is.

“Someone liked having their face used as a seat.” You coo, lapping at the head of his cock where the pre-cum and cooled cum from his first orgasm is built up. His moan makes you smile and you kiss down the shaft to mouth at one of the soft balls beneath his cock and your chin pushes against the toy that is still vibrating at the lowest setting inside him.

“Oh fuck.” He chokes, cock twitching in your grip. He’s never been so turned on, absolutely enthralled with everything you do. This is what he has longed for. A woman to just take control and make him feel good. He’s always been a giver, never complained about that, but it’s nice to get something in return, to feel wanted and desired too. “So good baby. You’re too good to me.”

You twist your wrist, slowly stroking him while you roll the tender flesh around in your mouth and suck on it, making him moan again. Popping it out of your mouth so you drag your tongue over to the other one, giving it the same treatment as you had the first, wanting to show him how he should be treated. He said that no one had gone down on him in a while and you wanted it to be good. Humming, your grin when he flexes his hips up, pushing his cock into your grip.

“Jesus baby. It’s so good. You’re so good. I love it. It’s - shit. Not so fast. Gonna make me cum.” He groans, feeling like he’s about to combust and he is desperate to feel your walls around him. “Please. I need - I want you to sink down onto my cock. Want to feel you around me.” He begs, his voice needy as he whines.

“Good boy.” You stop moving your hand and pull off of his balls with a soft pop. Peppering kisses up his hips, you can’t help but take him back into your mouth once more to make him gasp out your name before you take mercy on him and straddle his hips. “Okay, I’m going to keep the toy inside you and ride you.” You reach between you and grip his cock to hold it up so you can position yourself and start to sink down on him, panties pulled to the side again. Groaning his name while you take him inside you. “Fuck, Marcuuuuus.”

He closes his eyes, knowing that if he looks at you, he will cum. You’re so damn tight around him and to see you above him, wearing that outfit, and the plug inside of him, has him on the fucking edge. “Oh God.” He whimpers, his fingers curling into fists, and he finally opens his eyes to look at you. “Fuck baby. Look at you. So damn beautiful.” He groans, watching you as you begin to ride him.

His cock was made for riding. That you are completely sure about. He fills you perfectly and his hips try to follow you as you lift and lower yourself onto his length. He can’t move too much, still strapped to the bed, but you can tell that he is loving every single second of it. “So good baby. Fuck you feel so big inside me.” You pant. “Like you're in my guts.”

He preens at the praise, happy that you love how he feels inside of you. “It’s cos you’re so damn tight.” He hisses when your walls flutter around him. The plug in his ass combined with your wet cunt has him on cloud nine. “Fuck baby. Rub your clit for me.” He orders, wanting to see it.

You should tell him no, but you don’t want to. Reaching down, your fingers spread your lips wide so that he has a good look and you rub your finger around in a slow circle as you grind down on his cock. “Oh fuck.” You whimper, mouth dropping open and you force yourself to keep moving. “I- God, I’m going to cum all over your cock, baby.”

“Do it. Please. Fucking do it. Please.” He begs, needing to watch you cum before he cums inside of you. “Please baby.” He whines. Your mouth falls open as you rock on his cock, rubbing your clit, and he watches you, enthralled as you cum. Crying out his name, you shake above him and he bites his lip. “Tell me I can cum.” He pleads.

Your nails scratch lightly down his chest and you nod quickly. “Cum.” You order him. “Fill me up baby. I need you to fill me up.” Your walls clench down around him. You keep your eyes trained on him and watch as his mouth drops open.

The combination of your words, soaking cunt, the plug in his ass, and the sight of your beautiful body above him all send him over the edge. With a loud enough groan that his neighbors can hear, he thrusts up into you, unable to stop himself as he paints your walls with his cum. His body shakes beneath you with pleasure as he cries out your name.

You whine, loving the way the heat of his cum floods your womb and you close your eyes. Leaning forward, you press your lips to his again and again. “That was- oh God that was so good.” You murmur. “Did you like it? You did so well.”

Marcus can barely speak, the haze of his orgasm rendering him speechless as his body just melts into the mattress beneath you. “Baby. I - fuck. Did I like it? That was - that was the best sex of my life.” He smiles, feeling giddy as he opens his eyes to look at you, almost certain he could fall in love with you but he reminds himself that this is just fun. Just casual.

You grin, happy that he had fun. Kissing him one more time. You reach up and start unstrapping him from the bed. Both of you groan when you pull off his cock and you quickly move to turn off the toy so he doesn’t get overstimulated. “Let me get your feet undone and we’ll take out the plug.” You promise. “Then we can shower and order some food.”

He nods, boneless and unable to do anything. He watches you as you uncuff him and his heart lurches when you rub his wrists. His spent cock twitches when you pull the plug from his ass. He feels empty but he’s ready to rest and relax. He sighs, closing his eyes again when you shift off of the bed to get a wet rag for him. “Seriously, so amazing.” He smiles, unable to believe how good it was.

“Good.” You carefully wipe the cum from his body, but both of you are going to need a shower. “I would be mad at myself if I couldn’t give you a good time.” You murmur. “Especially since you fucked me so good last time.” You wink at him and kiss him once more now you are done cleaning him up.

He grins, happy you are enjoying this too. “Baby. I want you to pick what you want next time. I want to thank you for this.” He sits up with a groan, shifting to lean against your headboard. “And I’m buying the food. What do you want? Pizza? Indian? Tacos?” He asks, knowing his phone is in the other room.

You snort and roll your eyes at him. You swear he would pay for every meal you had with him if you let him. “You bought the Chinese. And I picked that out.” You point out, leaning over and running your finger down his jaw. “It’s my turn to take care of you.”

He kisses your fingertip, knowing you are going to do what you want. Something he admires about you. “Okay baby.” He relents, knowing he will get you lunch tomorrow or coffee. “Pizza?” He asks, knowing he wants to eat and pizza is easy and simple.

“That sounds good.” You know what he likes on his pizza and you grin at him. “I’ll go order the pizza, why don’t you get in the shower and I’ll slip in there with you when I get done?” You offer, sending him a small wink.

Marcus nods, stumbling slightly as he shuffles off of the bed so he can enter your bathroom. He manages to turn on the shower, deciding to pee quickly before stepping under the warm stream, groaning at how good it feels against his muscles.

You pick up your phone and order the pizza, knowing that it will be at least an hour before they deliver, so you have plenty of time to shower before they come. You make your way into the bathroom and start stripping out of your outfit while Marcus is still groaning under the spray of the water. “Sore?” You ask.

He nods, “yes but in a good way. It’s been a long day and tonight was the perfect ending. I can’t thank you enough.” He reaches for the body wash, squirting some into his hand before he begins to gently wash you.

You don’t understand why this man is single. Even though tonight was supposed to be about him, he is still trying to take care of you every chance he gets. It is making your traitorous heart flip and flop. You remind yourself that a relationship isn’t what he wants. He just wants to have some sex, have some fun and blow off some steam before this little thing between you ends with this hopeless romantic eventually finds someone else. “No need to thank me.” You murmur softly. “I had a lot of fun too.”

Marcus washes you off before he washes himself off. He wants to kiss you, pull you close and tell you how amazing he thinks you are, but he knows that’s just the sex haze and he can’t get things mixed up between you. “Next time, you get to pick what you want us to do.” He tells you, wanting you to feel like this isn’t all about him.

“I’ve been thinking about that.” You turn off the shower and open the door so you can hand Marcus a towel. “You are already here tonight….so…if you’re up for it.-“ you bite your lip, feeling vulnerable. “If you wanted sex later on, I wouldn’t mind you touching me while I was asleep.”

He bites his lip, “I, uh, I’ll think about it. I just - I’m kinda boneless tonight.” He tells you. Your lower lip pokes out in disappointment and he feels guilty but you nod, offering him a small smile of understanding. Marcus dries off, eager to eat and get some sleep, his stomach twisting with something unknown. After drying off, the doorbell rings and before he can protest, you’re paying for the pizza.

The two of you eat, talking about the case that had come in but wasn’t a priority since it was mostly an Interpol investigation. Both of you are tired by the time that you are full and you pick up the plates to take them into the kitchen. “Maybe we should call it a night.” You offer, knowing he’s tired and you want to sleep too. “What do you think?”

Marcus nods, “yes. I’m tired.” He yawns despite his stomach churning with anticipation. Once you’re both settled in bed, he closes his eyes, feigning sleep and listening until he hears your heavy breathing as you curl into a ball, fast asleep. He shuffles closer, pushing down his boxers, his cock already hard with anticipation of fulfilling your fantasy.

You shift in your sleep, grunting slightly as you are pulled away from your position. You huff and turn your head, your eyes still closed and your breathing evens out.

Marcus is grateful you are wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else as he slides his hand under the material, squeezing your tit. He loves the sleepy whimper that escapes your lips as he shifts to curl around you, grinding against your ass after pulling your shirt up to your chest.

You sigh, feeling someone curling around you, but you feel like it’s a part of your dream. Moaning softly when your breast is squeezed and there’s a hardness against your ass. Even though you know you sleep alone.

He reaches out to grip his cock, pressing it up against your folds. He groans at how wet you are, no doubt you’re dreaming about something. He loves it. He rubs your clit with the head of his cock, wanting you to be wet enough to take him.

You moan, squirming in your sleep and still not waking up. Someone is rubbing your clit in your dream and you are just laying there, letting them pleasure you. Arching your back and pushing your cunt closer into their touch.

Marcus can feel how wet you are and he can’t believe he’s about to do this. He slides his cock lower, slowly pushing into you with a hiss at how tight you are. He loves it. Christ, he loves how you feel around him and once he’s pushed inside of you, he is pulling back to begin fucking you, his hand squeezing your tit.

It takes a couple of thrusts before you break out of sleep. Consciousness intrudes into your dreams and you realize that Marcus is buried deep inside your cunt and grinding into you. Your cunt clamps down around him and all you can do is gasp out a moan. “Oh fuck! Marcus…” It’s dark and you are reaching back to clutch at him, unable to believe that he is giving you what you wanted,

“You feel so good baby. You awake?” He coos, kissing your neck as he thrusts into you, slowly rocking his hips as he lazily fucks you. You moan and he chuckles, “didn’t want - didn’t want you to know I was gonna do it. Wanted it to be a surprise.” He confesses, rocking into you so his hips press against your ass.

You whimper, clenching down around him again. “Love it.” You pant, grabbing onto his hip and pull him into you on the next thrust. “Fuck- I love it. Do it whenever you want.” You can’t believe that he is so giving making this fantasy come true for you. It’s so much better than you ever imagined.

“Whenever I want? You want me to fuck this tight little pussy whenever I want baby? Just slide into it whenever you are asleep and I’m feeling horny? God, gonna fill this little cunt up with my cum until it takes. Fuck you until you’re full of my baby. Gonna make it happen every goddamn night.” He plays into another one of your fantasies, “won’t ask for permission, will just fuck you full of my seed whenever I want.”

You whine his name again, wall clenching down around him. “Do it, oh please fuck- do it.” You beg. It’s so fucking hot to hear him talk like that, it takes a minute to remember that he doesn’t mean it. “I want that. Just use me and fuck me until you knock me up.”

“Yes baby. Fuck, yes. Going to.” He allows himself to believe the fantasy, imagining you knocked up, walking around the office and everyone knowing it was him. “God, need you to cum first.” He reaches down to rub your clit, biting down on your shoulder as he thrusts into you, completely pressed against you.

“Fuuuuuuuuckkkk” You cry out here he starts rubbing your clit. It feels amazing and you love every single thing about what he is doing. “Marc- I- Im gonna-“ you cut yourself off and give out a loud, wordless cry of pleasure as you soak his cock.

“That’s it baby. Shit. Feels - feels so fucking good. So tight.” He groans as you clamp down on his cock. He works you through it, grinding up into you until he is burying his cock deep inside of you, biting down on your shoulder again as he paints your walls with his cum.

You shudder at the feeling of his teeth and his cum. Gasping and moaning softly while he rocks into you and rides out his high. “Oh God.” You give a little giggle after you catch your breath. “Now that’s how I should always be woken up.” You murmur, twisting your head to kiss his lips softly. “Thank you.”

He kisses you again, “you’re welcome. I just - I hope you’re not mad at me for earlier when I dismissed it. I just didn’t want you to know beforehand.” He blushes even though you can’t see him.

“You are so sweet.” You hum softly. When Marcus doesn’t pull out of you, you just snuggle back into his arms. “I wasn’t mad. If you weren’t up for it tonight that would have been okay too.” You murmur in the dark. “But I love that you surprised me. It was- it was everything I’ve wanted for so long.”

He smiles, kissing your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer. “I’m glad. Thank you for experiencing all this with me. I love that it’s you. You’re my best friend.” He murmurs, brave under the cover of darkness. He hates his traitorous heart that thumps when you snuggle back into his chest, in no rush for him to pull out of you.

“You’re my best friend too.” You know that if you talk any more, you will say something stupid and ruin this. Instead, you clench around his softening cock and feign a yawn. “Do you want to sleep inside me?” You ask, sounding sleepy on purpose. “Cock warming?”

He hums, already half asleep from the orgasm. “Yes. I’d love that.” He murmurs sleepily, kissing your neck again before he passes out, snoring softly against your ear as his cock softens but remains inside of you.

****

You’re breaking your own rule but you can’t seem to find it in you to care. It’s been a month of sex with Marcus and you swear it’s been the best month of your life. Prompting you to risk this. You had been careful, making sure everyone knew you were headed out to lunch and then looped around to sneak into Marcus’s office. Surprising him with sex in the office was the perfect way to fulfill that little public sex itch he has. Plus you love the idea of him covering your mouth so you don’t moan.

Marcus looks up as you enter his office, a smile on his face while he sets his pen down. “Hey sweetheart. What’s up?” He asks, wondering why you shut the door and close the blind. “Everything okay?” He frowns, concerned that something is wrong.

“Everything’s good.” You promise, giving him a small smirk. “I just came in here to tell you that I’m not wearing any panties under my skirt.” You start pulling up your skirt until he just sees the barest glimpse of your cunt. “I was wondering if you’d fuck me over your desk.”

His eyes widen, flustered by the sudden invitation, especially since you’re at work, but he won’t deny that his cock instantly hardens. “Fuck. Pull your skirt up and sit on my desk.” He orders, reaching down to squeeze himself through his slacks. He loves this naughty side of you, the side only he gets to see during your rendezvous.

You smirk and rush forward, already dripping from just the idea of him fucking you in his office. Your skirt slides up your hips and he pushes back to give you room to get between him and the desk as he stands up. “Cover my mouth too.” You order softly. “I don’t want to moan too loudly.”

He nods, unable to resist you when you sit down on the desk and spread your legs to expose your already dripping folds. He shifts to sit down in his chair again, surging forward to bury his face in your cunt. He can’t seem to get enough of you, groaning into your flesh.

“Marcus!” You bite your lip to keep from whimpering too loudly. You hadn’t expected him to use his mouth on you. Grinding your hips down onto his face and reaching down and tangling your fingers into his hair. “So good.” You whimper.

He flicks his tongue over your clit, loving the way you bite your lip to keep quiet. It’s fucking intoxicating and he loves it. “Good girl. Keep quiet.” He orders, enjoying continuing to explore his more dominant side as well as the sub inside of him. You both switch, leaving you both breathless to what is gonna happen next. He sucks on your fold, looking up at you before he stands up, fumbling with his belt to undo his pants.

You whimper, working with him to pull his cock out so he can line up with you. “God baby, hurry.” You beg, wanting to feel him stretch you out. He slides his cock through your folds and you slap a hand over your mouth to make sure you don’t cry out.

Marcus grins at your reaction until he notches his cock at your entrance and pushes in, a soft groan escaping his lips as his mouth falls open. You always feel so good. So damn good. He hisses, closing his eyes when your walls grip him and he replaces your hand with his, “shhh. Don’t want anyone to know.” He whispers.

You nod, your eyes wide on his as he fills you. It’s always amazing and your legs wrap around him and you lock them behind his ass. It’s wicked and fun, fucking your boss on his desk while the entire team is outside the door.

He sets a quick pace knowing you won't have a lot of time before people start knocking on his door to ask him questions and ask for paperwork. "Fuck." He hisses, "you feel so damn good baby." He murmurs, keeping his palm over your mouth but he can feel the vibrations from your moans.

You can tell he loves this. The quiet pants and the way his eyes darken tells you that he fucking loves fucking you right here where you could get caught. It’s thrilling, working you both up as his cock drills into you.

He grips your jaw, looking you in the eyes. “Stay quiet otherwise I stop.” He warns, growling when you clamp down on his cock, clearly enjoying the way his fingers dig into your jaw. “Come on baby, want you to cum for me. Keep quiet. Don’t want anyone walking in here and seeing what a slut you are for me.”

You hiss out a breath, your cunt getting even tighter around him. You’ve discovered that Marcus likes a little bit of degradation, both giving and receiving. While you probably would have slapped any other man, Marcus respects you so much that it’s fucking hot when you hear him call you a slut.

“That’s it sweetheart. Cum for me. Shit. I’m gonna fill you up.” He promises, his cock twitching and he reaches between you so he can rub your clit, wanting you to soak his cock before he cums. “Please baby. Cum for me.” He grunts softly, desperately trying to keep quiet.

With a small gasp, you follow his order. Tilting your head back and closing your eyes as the pleasure crashes over you and threatens to overwhelm you. Your body goes taunt and your walls grip him like a vice as you shake.

He bites his lip to smother his groan of pleasure before he surges forward to press his lips to yours, thrusting into you frantically enough that his desk is squeaking and he is so close. A few more thrusts and he’s sent over the edge, crying into your mouth as he paints your walls with his hot cum, his fingers now gently wrapped around your neck.

There is nothing sexier than when Marcus cums. Absorbing his sounds and watching him ride out his high is probably the best thing you’ve done all day. Kissing him softly as he finally gives a small groan at the last pump of cum into you and stops moving. “Fun?” You whisper with a grin.

He chuckles, kissing your nose. “Always. It always is with you.” He thinks back for a moment to the times you’ve blown his mind over the past month. The fantasies you’ve indulged and the ones he’s helped you fulfill. It’s been the best month of his life. “What fantasy is next on the list?” He asks once he’s pulled out of you. He can’t spend too long inside of your body, he finds he ends up feeling things he shouldn’t when he looks at you in the aftermath of his orgasm. Words he wants to say but absolutely can’t.

“Well…” You stand up straight and start pulling your skirt down, feeling his cum start to spill out of you. It’s a feeling you love and you will have to go put your panties back on. “I think the only one we really haven’t done is pegging.” You tell him, having wanted him to get more comfortable with toys and anal play first.

He inhales sharply, knowing that it was on the list but he never wanted to push you if it was something you didn’t want to do. “Are you- are you sure?” He whispers, his cock softening so he quickly tucks himself away, buckling his belt as he waits for your answer.

“If you are.” You straighten your blouse and after that, you don’t look like you were in here getting fucked by your boss. “I thought that we could look online at some harnesses and toys and figure out what you wanted.”

He bites his lip, blushing furiously despite the lust resurfacing inside of him. “I'd love that.” He nods, reaching out to grab your waist as he leans in to kiss you again. “You’re a dream come true. I, uh, I can bring dinner if you wanna get some new toys and the, uh, harness.”

You are a little surprised that he wants to do this tonight but you can’t help but smile. “Of course.” You purr. “Seven sound okay?” Honestly, you miss him on the days he doesn’t come over or you don’t go over to his house. It’s starting to become a problem.

He nods, “I’ll bring some wine too.” He promises, pecking your lips against them he pulls back. “Better go back out there before anyone sees you. Don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.” He teases, excited for tonight.

You wink and sneak out the door, making it back to your desk without anyone noticing that you had come from Marcus’s office. When you went home, you stopped by the toy store and may have gone a little overboard in picking out toys. Wanting him to have options for this experience.

****

Marcus knocks on your door, bag of takeout in his free hand and a bottle of wine tucked into his armpit. He’s nervous but so excited. Half hard just thinking about what could happen tonight. His ultimate fantasy with the girl of his dreams. Yeah, he’s accepted that he is in love with you. Has been for longer than he knew, and he has decided to not push anything. He is in love with you and if you love him too, or even like him, things will work out. If not, he will force himself to get over it. He can’t just jump in and push the girl to feel as much as he does. It hasn’t worked and he vowed to be different after Teresa.

You open your door with a grin, reaching for him to help with some of the stuff. He doesn’t have a bag with him. The two of you had just decided that you would keep items at each other’s house. Sets of boxers and t-shirts and a casual outfit that stayed and got washed alongside your clothes. It makes you fully domestic to see his clothes beside yours. “I should just give you a key.” You tell him, pulling the bottle of wine away from him since he would argue over the larger bag of takeout. “Let you come and go as you please.”

It is dangerously close to being a relationship. Both of you are so comfortable around each other. You laugh and bitch about work and family. It’s easy, way too easy, and Marcus has to remind himself to relax every time he thinks about you. This is casual, it’s supposed to be fun. Nothing serious. Yet, you mentioning he can have a key has his heart pounding in his chest. “Yeah? You, uh, you want me to - come in in the middle of the night and just fuck you?” He teases, knowing how much you love that.

“Yes.” Your eyes blow wide at the thought even though that hadn’t been what you were thinking of. “That’s- I hadn’t thought about that, but yes.” You wave him inside your place and close the door behind him. “Do you want to eat first?” You ask. “Open this up and relax a bit?”

Marcus nods, suddenly nervous and excited, but he is hungry. "Let's eat first and then we can figure it out." He tells you, kissing your forehead once you're in the kitchen. He knows where you keep your plates, he knows where you keep your glasses and cutlery, he knows your home and it's strangely intimate.

“You know where everything is.” You hum, impressed with how easily he moves in your home. How well he seems to just fit in your space.

He nods, “kinda like having a husband without the commitment.” He jokes, despite his stomach twisting and his heart thumping. You’re too beautiful for your own good: inside and out. It’s getting harder for him to keep denying how he feels.

You chuckle although the words make your heart clench. He doesn’t want anything more from you than just friends with benefits, that’s clear. “I guess so.” You reach for your wine glass. “Just like the sex without commitment. Pure fun.”

He chews on his food to avoid answering, not wanting to blurt out how he feels. He swallows harshly and stares blankly at the TV, Golden Girls playing mindlessly as you both eat. "Yeah." He finally says, "no commitment. Best of both worlds, right?"

Finishing up dinner is quiet, both of you in your own little worlds after the awkward conversation. When you finish, Marcus takes your plate to put it in the kitchen while you go to grab the bags of things you had bought to show him. “Okay, so anything you don’t like, we don’t have to use. I probably went overboard.” You admit with a grin.

Marcus's eyes widen as he looks at the array of toys. "Wow. I - wow. This is - wow baby." He immediately gravitates to a dildo, thinner in girth but long. His cock twitches as he feels the rubber, excited and nervous to try this. "Are you sure you're comfortable?" He double checks, knowing this is a lot to ask.

You nod, holding up the harness. “I- the set up I got will allow me to have a toy too.” You admit with a small smirk. “So we can both have stimulation.” It’s sweet that he keeps making sure you are okay with this, but it’s not necessary. You wonder if he was expecting you to think less of him because of it, because you don’t.

He groans at the thought of you fucking him while getting off yourself. It's perfect. "Good. I want you to cum too. I want you to enjoy this. God baby, I - shit. I am so turned on." He confesses, now fully hard and he grabs your free hand to bring it to his crotch.

You moan when you feel his cock is already hard and you give him a good squeeze. “Why don’t you go into the bedroom and get ready?” You ask him huskily. “I’ll put on the harness in here so you can see it all ready for you.”

Marcus nods, mouth suddenly dry, and he steps back before rushing to your bedroom. He strips off, laying down on the bed with his cock leaking pre-cum in anticipation of your entrance. Jesus, this is beyond his wildest dreams and you haven’t even started.

You strip down and figure out how to get the harness on and adjusted comfortably. Washing the toy he had picked out and your own before getting those clicked into place and moaning quietly when the toy slides inside you. It’s slightly unusual, walking with the dildo bouncing and you grin as you walk into the bedroom, naked except for the harness and you.

Marcus’s eyes widen as he watches you stride into the bedroom. A choked noise escaping his lips as he sees you enter with the dildo bouncing. His ultimate fantasy come true and he swears he could cum then and there. “Oh fuck baby. I- Jesus Christ. You - come here. Please. I need to kiss you.” He begs, shifting to sit up.

You giggle and make your way over to him. “I don’t know how you walk when you are hard.” You joke, letting him pull you into his arms and the toy is pressed between you next to his hard cock when his mouth fuses with yours. Making both of you moan in anticipation of what was to come.

Marcus’s hands caress your body, his tongue sliding against yours as he throbs against your stomach. “Baby. I can’t believe you’re doing this for me. I- I love it.” He nearly admits he loves you but he bites that back. You need to prep him and he is nearly ready to cum just at the idea.

You press your lips to his again. “You know I will do almost anything for you.” You don’t tell him why that is, but you pull back slightly. “How do you want to do this? Do you want to be on your back or on your hands and knees?”

"I want to be on my back. I want to watch you, be able to kiss you." He says, knowing that you will be hovering over him and he wants to watch you as you fuck him, wants to touch you and look into your eyes.

You had honestly thought that might be how he wanted to be. Kissing during all of your rendezvous was paramount for him. “Okay, pretty boy.” You’ve learned Marcus loves praise and he’s not gotten enough of it. “Lay back and I’m going to get you ready. I want to finger you and suck your cock a little.”

Marcus groans and eagerly lays down, waiting for you to touch him. When you shift to kneel between his legs, the dildo pushing up against his thigh, he knows he is in heaven. Spreading his legs, he grants you access while you lube up your fingers. When you circle his puckered hole, his eyes roll into the back of his head.

This isn’t unusual, fingering him. Marcus loves it and you encourage him to enjoy anything that brings him pleasure shamelessly. Slowly starting to stretch him open so you don’t hurt him, you scissor your fingers slightly as you lean down and take his hard cock into your mouth.

“Oh fuck.” He groans, hips bucking into your mouth when you take him deeper, pressing your tongue against the frenulum as you hum around him. “Shit. Oh God. Baby, you are always so good. Always so fucking good to me.” He rambles, lost in the pleasure even though you’ve only just begun.

You keep it light, your tongue and palette soft against his cock and your sucks gentle. Making sure that you are working your fingers in and out of him at a steady pace to get him ready for what is to come. His eyes are watching you, making you smile around his cock and hum again as you push a third finger inside him.

He watches you, hissing in delight at the stretch and he doesn’t want to cum down your throat so he gently grips your chin, pulling you off of him. “Baby. I want - I want you to fuck me.” He pleads, wanting to feel something new and this is something he has wanted for a long time. “Please baby.” He begs, a whine escaping his lips.

You smile up at him and nod, making sure that there is no hesitation. He looks eager and excited. Withdrawing your fingers, you reach for the lube so you can coat his puckered hole and the dildo in a liberal amount. “I- let me know how it feels, okay?” You ask as you shuffle forward and he lifts his legs up onto your hips while you grip the dildo and guide it towards his grasping hole.

He watches you as you push the toy against the ring of muscles, pushing in an inch and the sensation is so different from your fingers. He gasps, mouth open as you frown. “No. No. It feels good.” He promises breathlessly. A groan escaping his lip when you continue, pushing in deeper.

You rock your hips slowly, working the toy into him as gently as you can. You don’t want to accidentally hurt him so you keep a watchful eye out for changing facial expressions or gasps as you stroke his thighs. Working it deeper under the harness hits his ass and the toy is buried deep inside Marcus.

He can’t breathe, it feels so fucking good. He’s speechless, looking up at you, with the toy buried deep in his ass and his cock leaking onto his stomach. He knows he looks shameless but this is his biggest fantasy come true. “So- so good.” He chokes once he finds his voice.

“You look so good like this.” You coo, reaching out, stroking his cock with one finger and making it jerk up. “Spread out so shamelessly and ready to be fucked.” Leaning down to kiss him is harder than you imagined but you make it happen. “Is my pretty boy ready to fucked by me?”

The praise makes his cock twitch again. “Yes ma’am. Please. I need - I need you to fuck me.” He whines, “please fuck me. I’ll be a good boy.” His promise makes you smile and he strains his neck so he can kiss you again.

Your lips press against his once more before you pull back, drawing your hips back slowly and listening to him whine. When the toy was only halfway inside him, you snap your hips forward to thrust back into him again, making the toy inside you move and you moan.

“Oh my fucking God.” He chokes at the sensation, hitting his prostate perfectly to make him cry out your name. “So good. It’s so good.” He feels like he could sob but he controls himself, his thighs shaking on your hips, “is the - the toy inside of you good?” He asks, always concerned about your pleasure.

“So -so good.” You promise, eager to make him feel like that again. “It’s gonna make me cum as I fuck you.” You promise, your next thrust a little bolder and you slowly start working yourself up to a decent rhythm. You can tell you’ve never pegged anyone before, but from the moans from Marcus, you think you are doing alright.

“It’s so good. So fucking good baby. Christ, gonna make me cum. Never - never felt like this before.” He admits, bucking his hips, and he groans, reaching down to wrap his fingers around his cock.

“That’s it baby.” Your cunt clenches around the toy and you rock your hips a little harder, enjoying the way that your thighs slap against the back of his ass. “Want you to cum. Want this to feel so good you have to cum for me.” You are panting, not expecting to be as much of a workout as it is, but he is gorgeous underneath you and you want him to keep whining and moaning.

Marcus’s chest heaves as his heart pounds, the pleasure is too much and when you reach out to take over pumping his cock, he’s gone. The way you expertly twist your wrist has him crying out. “Oh fuck. Fuck baby. I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum.” He chokes, eyes closing before his cock throbs in your grip. Painting his chest with his hot seed as he cums hard.

You moan as he cums, falling apart so beautifully as ropes of cum spurts out to cover his chest while you work him through his orgasm, still rocking your hips and fucking the toy into him. Wanting him to get as much pleasure as possible. “Want to see if you can cum again?” You ask, smirking at the way his eyes shoot open.

He groans, “I don’t - I don’t know if I can. I’ve never - I’ve never tried. Baby, oh God.” He hisses, feeling himself being pushed to the edge and it’s almost painful but he fucking loves it.

You smirk and keep rolling your hips, the cum on your hand adding extra lubrication as you keep stroking him, feeling the throbbing and the way that he softens slightly but then he groans and jerks his hips up with another rush of blood to his cock. “Remember to use your safe word baby.” You remind him. You want to push him, but you don’t want to push him too far.

He doesn’t want to use his safe word. This is more than he could ever imagine and he doesn’t want to stop. “Please. Keep going.” He begs, a raspy growl escaping his chest as he rocks up into your grip, his cock hardening once more as he passes the overstimulation into pleasure.

You groan at how good he is for you. Smirking down at him while you continue to fuck into him. “Good boy.” You purr, moaning when the toy moves up against your g-spot. “I want to see you like this again. You love it and I love that you love it.”

He hisses when your fingers grip his cock a little harder. “I- I want to be good for you. I love - I love it.” He wants to say he loves you but he can’t. He chokes when you hit deep again and he moans your name, his cock pulsing again. “I’m gonna - oh baby I’m gonna cum.” He pants, so close to the edge.

Rocking on the toy has you biting your lip, close to the brink of cumming after so long. “Do it.” You pant out, rocking your hips faster as you chase your own pleasure. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cry out, shuddering and cumming around the toy.

Watching you as you cum, your grip slacking around his cock actually sends him over the edge. “Oh fuck. Baby. Baby.” He cries, cum painting his chest as he reaches out to squeeze your hand around his cock with his own, working himself through his orgasm.

You whine, watching him fall apart as you continue to ride your own orgasm out until you finally stop rocking your hips and give a breathless giggle. Not caring that his chest is covered in cum, you lean down and kiss him, needing to feel connected to him at this moment.

He pulls his hand away from his cock, reaching up to cup the back of your head to keep your lips pressed against his. He is lost, his heart thumping in his chest and he is desperate to tell you how he feels. “God, it’s so good. You’re so good. You’re amazing. Fucking amazing.”

You smile against his lips, kissing him back earnestly and reaching up to stroke the hair that needed a trim back. “You’re amazing too.” You promise. “How do you feel?” You know that he’s saying that because of what you had just done to him, for him. It was a big fantasy and you wonder, with no small fear, if he will call things off now that he’s gone through his wish list - ready to get back into the world of dating. Your heart clenches because you know that would be the end of your friendship. You can’t go back to what you were with Marcus, you know that now.

“I feel relaxed and I just - thank you so much for doing this for me. No one else would even consider it and I - I want to say you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever known.” He strokes your cheek, his dark eyes focused on you as he struggles to keep his emotions in check.

You scoff and shake your head. “And they were all idiots.” You promise him. Unable to resist leaning into his touch and stealing another kiss. “Now, let me help you get cleaned up.”

Marcus groans softly when you pull out of him, his puckered hole fluttering at the emptiness, and he watches as you shuffle off of the bed and walk into your bathroom. He can’t move, he feels boneless and he can’t even get up to get you some water.

You quickly slip off the harness and toss the toys in the sink to wash and wet a rag so that you can clean Marcus up. Smiling when you see him still sprawled on the bed, you stride over to kiss him again before you start cleaning the cum off his chest. “As soon as I get you cleaned up, I’ll get you some water, babe.” You tell him, wiping away the streaks of pearlescent liquid from his skin.

Marcus looks up at you, watching as you clean him off and he can’t hold back. He blurts out, “I love you. I’m in love with you.” He rushes out before he even has a chance to think about it.

Your mouth drops open and you freeze for a moment, his declaration bouncing around in your head. You want to deny it, to tell him it’s just the post coitus high, but you know it’s not. Not with the way that he’s looking at you. You bite your lip and set the rag on your nightstand. “I love you too.” You whisper, unable to stop yourself from smiling. “I love you too.”

Marcus’s eyes widen as he processes your response and he surges forward to press his lips to yours, smiling in joy. You love him too. “I think I loved you before we started all of this but now, I know I love you. You’re all I think about. When we aren’t together, I want to see you. I just - I’m cursed with relationships and that’s why I didn’t want to push for anything else but baby, I love you. I can’t keep it to myself anymore. You’re everything I have ever wanted and more.” He wraps his arm around you, keeping you close.

“Thank God.” You give a small giggle of relief. “I was dreading the idea of you meeting someone and this ending.” You confess, tilting your head up from your position on the bed and kissing his jaw. “I knew I couldn’t go back to just being your friend, and whoever you were with would never allow you to stay friends with someone you slept with.”

He nods, “I know. I couldn’t even think about you being with someone else. I couldn’t even imagine this ending. Baby, I want you. All of you. As my lover, as my girlfriend and one day…my wife.” He knows that he could possibly scare you off but he has never been one to beat around the bush. He always puts his heart on the line and he prays you keep it safe and secure.

Your grin is wide and happy. Cupping his cheek and kissing him again. “You’re just saying that because I pegged you.” You tease playfully. “But I’m not going to let you take it back.” You kiss him again. “After all, I wanted to give you a key to my apartment. It wasn’t just so you could come in and fuck me.”

“I want to take you on a proper date and then we are going to disclose our relationship to HR so I can tell the world about the beautiful woman I’m in love with…if you’re okay with that. If not, we can keep it secret for a while longer.” He offers, not wanting you to feel pressured.

Shaking your head, you send him a small pout. “I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore.” You tell him. “It’s been hard enough not being able to kiss you as much as I’ve wanted.” You do just that right now because you can. “I don’t want to be friends with benefits with you anymore.” You grin. “I want to be your girlfriend and then one day soon, your wife.”

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