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Thank you but goodbye
This wonât get any traction because only pictures of tits get pushed or interacted with but thatâs okay. Iâll add tags so you guys see this anyway.
Itâs hard to know where to start. I spent a long time on here, putting pieces of myself out into the void, hoping for connection, validation, maybe even some kind of understanding. But itâs been a journey that taught me more than I ever anticipatedâabout others, about myself, and about the darker sides of online spaces and human nature.
Iâve been through more than I ever thought Iâd face here. Iâve had people send me things no one should have to seeâgore, graphic threats of rape and murder. Strangers who decided they had the right to punish me with violence for simply existing and sharing my body on my own terms. Iâve been slut-shamed, insulted, torn apart, told Iâm not âenoughâ in a thousand different ways. Too fat, too ugly, too bitchy, too much of a people pleaser. For some, my body was never enough to satisfy whatever expectation theyâd dreamed up for me. And when I expressed my pain, I was told to just âtry harderâ to please. Every insult, every attackâit was relentless.
At first, there was a thrill in it. The idea that people were paying attention. But over time, it became less about freedom and self-expression, and more like a trap. I started needing the notifications, addicted to the fleeting rush of being âseen,â even if it came with all the ugliness. I posted things that made me feel raw, exposed, and ashamedâbut still, I kept them up. It wasnât even about me anymore; it was about performing for a faceless audience, one that only wanted to consume and never connect. I kept hoping that if I posted more, someone might notice that I was struggling, that I was hurting. But the moments I tried to be vulnerable were met with derision, mockery, or worse, cruelty.
On October 6th, I tried to end my life. It wasnât a whim or a flippant decisionâit was the culmination of feeling completely worthless, invisible beyond what I could offer visually, and unheard. I had tried to signal that I was in pain, and the responses I got were gut-wrenching. People told me to âtry again,â mocking my failure to die. Others brushed it aside entirely, demanding I get back to posting my body as if I had no value beyond that. It was like looking into a mirror that only showed one version of myselfâa version people felt entitled to consume and degrade.
Thereâs a sickness in spaces like these, a perverse lack of empathy and human decency. Thereâs a void where kindness, respect, and understanding should be. Iâve encountered men who would spit their hate, their misogyny, their violent fantasies at me without a second thought, men who have shown me how easily they can strip away my humanity to satisfy their own needs. Some are rapists, some are worse, and they all seem to revel in their cruelty, hiding behind screens. They have taught me that, to them, I am just an objectâa body, a pair of tits, something to use and discard. Theyâve shown me how quickly love, admiration, or even simple respect can turn into venom the moment they donât get exactly what they want.
Being on here has been like swimming in polluted water, beautiful on the surface but poisonous underneath. What started as a space to share myself turned into a source of harm that corroded my mental and physical well-being. It was more than just being objectifiedâit was the sense that I didnât even matter as a person, only as a vessel for gratification. And that feeling sank deeper and deeper, leaving wounds Iâm still working to heal.
Iâve met a few kind people here, people who saw me for more than just a body, who offered me small glimpses of kindness, understanding, and friendship. To those few: thank you. Your kindness did not go unnoticed, and I wish you nothing but peace, joy, and all the love you deserve. To those who saw my humanity and respected itâIâm grateful.
But to the rest: those who degraded me, insulted me, sent me threats or slurs, and preyed on my vulnerabilitiesâyouâll reap what you sow, one way or another. I donât hold anger toward you, but I do pity you. And I have no intention of letting your words and actions follow me into the future.
Thereâs been a silver lining in all of this, and itâs one of the few positive things Iâm taking with me. Through all of the toxicity, I discovered something important about myself. I realized I am a lesbian, and that I no longer want to be viewed as something for men to consume. I am worth so much more than being reduced to a body on a screen, worth more than any like, reblog, or message notification. I deserve to be seen, truly seen, as a whole person, and to be loved for who I am, not what I look like or what I can give to others.
This is goodbye. For those who truly cared, Iâll remember you. For those who didnât, Iâll leave you behind, along with this platform that no longer serves me. Iâm taking my life back, my self-worth back, and finding peace in spaces that donât drain me.
Thank you, and goodbye. âĄÂ´ď˝Ľá´ď˝Ľ`âĄ
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Some Yveltal sketches (curated from my main blog, there's some lore in the tags if you're interested.)
#Feel like my pokemon followers here would enjoy some good eats.#Yveltal are very dedicated parents. They sometimes care for the chicks even long after they've fledged.#But they have some god awful sight and don't have the best of scent receptors.#Adult Yveltal don't eat in the traditional sense. They don't need to hunt or scavenge. They passively consume the life force of the well. L#So over time those senses have just degraded.#Which leads them very vulnerable to brood parasitism.#A pokemon whose chick is black and red can easily be passed off as a Yveltal chick.#Due to this their population is horrifically low.#Legendary as they are. They aren't that well off considering how things are going.#my art#pokemon#Yveltal#PokĂŠmon but worse!#Pkmn#Pkmn fanart#pokemon fanart#pokemon art#pokemon XY#pokemon yveltal#all the tags buster.
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#guys this is not becoming a regular thing this is just the mental illinois breaking through but ALSO I SAW THIS AND SCREAMEDDDDD#they did this For Me. those are all my guys. like yes yes we know about xhekovskĂ˝ but thatâs my adopted austrian son david reinbacher!!!#thatâs my baby goalie carey price time travel cowboy son cayden primeau!!!! and i just LOVE that they were like#âyeah so one of them is gonna be a bitch in both pairs. & yeah weâre gonna make them lose.â & i am HERE for it. you know the media day vid#where they asked all of them who was brat on the team and like 75% said slaf which we all KNEW? yes. correct. even more evidence godddd#also empathize so much with him because i hate feeling stupid & he is notably like. a very smart guy w/good awareness of broader society#and sorry to get like this on a silly little post iâm about to fanfiction-ify before i have xhekovskĂ˝ hours but so much of this goes back#to the xenophobia in the nhl and how we treat players (not only that. people in north am/west tbh) whose first language is not english#and degrade/discredit them and their intelligence by virtue of their multilingualism and how we even think about multilingualism as a whole#e.g. the sense that certain languages are perceived as more âvaluableâ capital/the support that SHOULD be there for language learning simpl#is not from what i can tell in the nhl so even if you wanted to foster an environment of intercultural competency theyâre doing nothing to#support it. the stories!! of so many guys! reliant solely upon their teammates for basic necessities! WHERE is your language acquisition#programming. sorry the linguistics language and culture attempted to jump out there & i am not conveying what i want to say at ALL. anyway#juraj's slow descent into madness as u can SEE him visibly getting more & more over it & done is my roman empire. like he's having fun#at first he's laughing 'what is this whiskey?' & i AM thinking that toothy little grin at arber with the jerkoff hand motion about the mapl#syrup only taking a few minutes to come (out) was a dig. lord knows arber deserved it with his shorts pulled all the way up like GOD the me#you put here to wear slutty little 3" shorts live in cold CANADA and have to cover up their thigh tattoos. what a travesty. and the amount#of THIGH in this video i- biting. arber's hairy legs slaf's manspreading more as he gets frustrated & arber teases him i. and DAVID????#on a completely different note cayden with his face covered is giving me INTENSE brainworms i have the most unhinged storylines for him#AND THE BRYNDZOVE HALUSKYYYY everything past 2:00 is gold. david's tired sighs. slaf hating it here. arber having the time of his life#'taste' 'that's not an advantage' DAVID kill him. 'maple syrup specialist... normal guy đ¤ˇ' slaf you are the WORST loser and ily for it#arber defending his wife w/his life... juraj's the smartest guy in the room & arber's on his leash about it. it goes both ways (to be cont)#juraj slafkovskĂ˝#arber xhekaj#david reinbacher#cayden primeau#montreal canadiens#i'm xhekovskĂ˝ posting leave me alone i'm also *****
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đđđđđ đđđđđ | R. SUKUNA
Summary: Being mated to the most blood thirsty omega around is not ideal for most alphas, but at least his body is up to par! âĄ
Warnings: sub (ish???)/omega/bottom sukuna, alpha/gn! reader, strap referred as a dick, dubcon, threatening + small amount of blood (as usual), heats, slight yandere! sukuna, trueform sukuna, slight role reveral regarding omegaverse dynamics, reader is basically sukunas pet, subspaces, anal fingering, self lubrication (slick), biting, heavy praise, multiple orgasms, violent behavior, slight degradation (use of nickname whore and bitch), dirty talk, starts off as smut but then feelings are involved (reader is a simp at the end)
WC: 9.1k
A/N: sick in the head...sick in the head...
One of the world's greatest surprises is that the King of Curses is an omega. The horror stories told about him never once mentioned his dynamic, and so everybody believed that he was an alpha, which made sense considering his history. Those who came in contact with him never really had time to spread the news to others, having been killed so quickly. So only a special few knew about it.
But it wasn't like Sukuna was embarrassed of his second sex. No, the king took pride in his dynamic â it made killing alphas way more satisfying knowing that he instinctively should be baring his neck to them. And so, he never took a marking, finding nobody worthy of it.
That is until he met you. You definitely weren't worthy of his mark, being incredibly weak and holding no authority over him. But for some reason or another, Sukuna became fascinated by you. You never showed signs of fear, nor interest in him, and almost everybody feels one of the two emotions when meeting him. He was compelled to learn more about you, and somehow, Sukuna became attached to your side for a while.
He didn't love you nor feel any feelings similar to love â it was for curiosity's sake as to why you were so different than the other alphas.Â
Sukuna eventually determined that you were either an idiot or crazy for how you talked to him. You treated him like he was just simply another annoying suitor around. It was entertaining to the bored king. And so, you were his test subject, and once he was done studying you, you were to be killed.
But alas, Sukuna fell into heat not long after meeting you, and he had gotten himself mated with you. A foolish thing that Sukuna has never even gotten close to doing in his entire lifetime.
He almost murdered you after his heat for daring to mark him â a permanent thing for omegas, while you, an alpha, could live your life freely. But it wasn't like you had intended to mark him. Sukuna, at the peak of his heat, had threatened to slice your head off if you didn't claim him. You didn't happen to dislike him too much, and you did not want to die, so you followed the king's orders and drove your teeth into his neck during his orgasm.
And the second his heat was over, he had run off without a word. He was humiliated by the fact that he was claimed now and had visited you multiple times since that day to put an end to your useless life. But every time he saw you, he would hide away so that you didn't see him and leave without you knowing. It wasn't his fault; everything in him screamed for him to be next to you, being freshly mated, but he refused to follow those instincts.
With his time away, he couldn't help but think about you nearly all the time. You were kind to him, even though he hates to admit it. You cleaned his body up when he was twitching from exhaustion and covered in his own bodily fluids. You must have been equally exhausted, having been forced to keep up with his pace, but not once did you complain nor mention how weak he must have looked with his drool stains on his chin.
And even before his heat, he didn't seem to mind you. He liked that you always quipped back your own insults and didn't allow yourself to get bullied by him. It made it entertaining, and he found himself enjoying conversing with a human. But still, even with your complaints of how annoying he was for not leaving you alone, you would cook extra food so that he would never go hungry. Although Sukuna didn't have a preference for human food, he still found himself eating a few bites. You were providing for an omega, and Sukuna made careful note of it, hating that he found himself pleased by it.
During his preheat, you offered your house to him and brought him blankets and pillows for nesting even when he nearly tore off your arm for entering his (your) room. And when he dragged you into his nest, you complimented it as you were supposed to, which still made his insides stir.
Plus, when he trapped you in his nest for a couple of days, you didn't make much of a fuss â other than when you had to use the restroom, to which he nipped at your hand like some sort of dog in complaint. You were a weak, pathetic alpha, and he couldn't let you roam free, practically begging to be injured. His nest was the safest place to be, and so in his head, you were to stay put there for all of his heat.
But Sukunas possessive and overprotective thoughts shifted instantly when his heat dwindled down. He got up and left the day his heat had ended, and you were left completely shocked at his sudden disappearance. It was out of the blue, considering he had been around for weeks beforehand. You couldn't help but feel distraught over it, having also felt the bond, even if it was not as extreme for an omega. Plus, during his heat, he was cuter than you have ever seen before. He was needy and whiny but still cute.Â
You may have garnered your own feelings toward the curse, something close to love, or some sort of infatuation at least. So when he left, you were left nearly broken for weeks, having just previously been daydreaming about how you could manage a new life with the two of you. It was a hopeless delusion, and you should have known that, but it still hurt.
But you aren't as pathetic as he thinks, and by the second month, you were over it. Sure, the bond sometimes made you feel a little listless, but after so long, you have even begun to forget how he smelt. And your feelings toward him rapidly shifted, now finding him repulsive for abandoning you. You had decided that if he would ever come back, you would reject him.
You should have known that wasn't going to happen, considering you still harbored feelings for him. Lo and behold, nearly three months later, Sukuna returned.
He barges in the door, almost tearing it off the walls. You nearly jump out of your seat at the noise, but your eyes widen the second you smell his scent. The mating bond made it even more appealing to you, and you could also make out the smell of omega in heat. You curse under your breath at the smell but remain silent, not giving the satisfaction of you freaking out over his sudden appearance.
You were seated in your office doing work when he came in. And just seconds after you smelt him, Sukuna conjured himself behind you, sharp nails dragging up your neck in both a greeting and warning. But you weren't having any of it, a familiar rage bubbling in your chest at his return. So, you just continue to stare ahead at your screen.Â
"Leave," is the first thing you say, the first command. You never used an alpha command on an omega, but this situation definitely called for it. He was mated to you, so the words had to have a more significant effect on him. But alas, he was the king of curses - he was not going to back down so easily.
"Why do you smell of other omegas, you pathetic alpha?"Â
His teeth graze your neck, and you try your best not to shiver, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of it. You try to mask your scent, thinking of things other than his tongue that seems to be peeking past his lips.Â
You should ignore him â you know you should ignore him, but you just can't seem to find it in you to. "I was not with others if that is what you are asking," you roll your eyes, still facing your computer while he leans over you. "Though I wish I had been."
"I would have killed them,"Â he purrs, dragging his claws down your chest. "Ripped them apart for daring to touch what is mine while you would have sat and listened to their screams of agony."Â His teeth graze your earlobes, and you gulp, thinking about how horrid that would be. "Would you like it? Like to watch your omega get all possessive over you? It would fuel your little alpha pride, I would suppose."
He was releasing his scent in waves, and it was beginning to make your head spin. But it was your house, and he wasn't just going to barge in and claim it as him, so you also release your own scent, which pulls a purr-like chuckle from him. Then, you slump in your chair, finally sparing him a glance. "Omegas aren't supposed to be possessive. That is more of an alpha trait, dont you think, Sukuna?"
"And you are possessive over me?"
You go silent for a moment, reaching out to touch his face. You tilt his chin back, forcing him to bare his neck so you can run your fingers over the bite mark you made just a couple of months ago.
He goes quiet, amused by your touch but not liking your lack of response. But then you pull away, like nothing happened, and return to your computer. "I dont need to be,"Â you sigh, "You won't let anyone fuck you that isn't me."Â
One of Sukuna's top eyes twitches, and he spins the chair around, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him. Your face remains blank, and even when he begins to dig his finger into your cheek, you dont show any signs of amiss. Your lack of response drives Sukuna insane, and you raise your eyebrows at his glare.Â
He growls low at you, baring his teeth and continuing to cloud your house with his now seductive scent. "You have some nerve to talk to me that way, you pathetic excuse of an alpha. You are looking at the most desired omega on this planet, and you think for a second that I wouldn't fuck somebody else?"
Your hands travel to his wrists, tugging his hand off your face. He surprisingly lets you, but with each second he seems to grow more angry. This is surprising to you because his scent conveyed a completely different emotion. Everything radiating from Sukuna was Look at me, Fuck me. And if you gave into instincts, the two of you would be without clothes by now. But alas, Sukuna left you for three months with no word, and you weren't going to allow yourself to get pushed around by him.
So, you stare back up at him, a wicked grin pulling at your face. "You are the one baring my mark and are crawling back to me after all of these months." You see his face begin to fume, and his scent turns sour from displeasure at the words. "But I am not going to fuck you. I dont want to fuck you. You left after forming a bond with me. I don't want you anymore. Go home, omega."
The words seemed to burn at your tongue, going completely against your instincts. You were purposely hurting an omega, which is everything that alpha's were basically encoded against. But alas, you did not want to get caught up in Sukuna's web.
The room smells horrid by now, mostly from disapproval but also distress â it almost made you whine out, feeling horrible for making any omega feel unwanted, but you bite your tongue and try your best not to focus on his scent. It would only do you worse in the end.
"You think you can speak to me this way because you marked me? Are you so delusional that you think I won't kill you on the spot?" His finger does now cut at your cheek, and you flinch at the stinging sensation along with the blood that now drips from your cheek. He never was afraid to use violence to prove his point.Â
But then, he licks at your blood. You feel the stripe of his tongue from your chin all the way up to your cheek. "Do you want me to roll over and show my stomach to you? Want me to croon at you and beg you to pup me? I am not your omegan bitch."
"You would be more appealing if you were."
He chuckles at you, shaking his head. "I am the most appealing thing you will ever see in your puny lifetime. People would kill to be in your position."
He was nibbling on your ear at this point, dragging his pointer finger up your shirt, seconds away from ripping it in two. The scent Sukuna let out was back to being seductive, probably too overwhelmed by his heat to maintain his displeasure.
"Nobody would want to be mated to a bloodthirsty curse."
His teeth drag up your neck, and he laughs at you again, low and rumbling. "You do, or did at least. Considering you did mark me, my pathetic alpha."
The insult doesn't phase you. You shut your eyes and sigh out. You couldn't help but be turned on at this point â his knee was meticulously placed in between your legs, and the smell of heat wafted through the air. You were trapped whether you liked it or not, and you could feel the fight in you begin to dwindle. "You would have killed me if I didn't."
"And I will kill you if you turn me away again."
"Can you try to make it seem like you are not always threatening me? Alphas prefer to be the one in charge, you know."
He grabs your hand and leads it beneath his pants where his slick was pooling. You gulp, looking away and trying not to salivate at the wetness. "You can always fuck the control out of me,"Â he breathes into your ear, and you let out a shaky sigh, "If you do it well enough, I could end up crooning at you for more. You would like that, wouldn't you?"
Your fingers find his hole, and you borderline whine, accidentally ignoring his question. You have been thinking about this for months now, and him now being here now sends your head spinning. "So wet."
"'s all for you."
His mouth latches onto yours and he groans into it, kissing with so much force that you a pinned to the back of your chair. You feel his tongue drag over the inside of your mouth, trying to claim as much of it for himself. You pull away after a moment, collecting your breath, and realize that he has you wrapped around his finger. "Y-You want to bottom?"
He bites your lip hard enough to draw blood, and you hiss, grabbing your mouth and pulling away. "What was that for?!"
"For being an idiot. Of course I want to bottom." He licks at your lips, healing them with his cursed technique, before moving onto your cheek to do the same thing. "How did I end up with a stupid alpha?"
You growl at him, "It's not my fault I can't think."Â The smell of heat was so strong by now that your head was dizzy. "You want to tell the entire world you are trying to get fucked? Sounds whorish to me."
"It's working isn't it?" He feels you circling his hole, finally sliding your first finger in. "Will you turn me into your whore, alpha?"
The thought makes you groan out, head tilting back while he continues to lick and kiss your neck. But you don't dare to stop your movements, knowing that if you were, he would probably find some way for you to focus your attention back on him. He was greedy for it all.
The second finger slides in without much trouble, and now Sukuna is straddling you. He was much larger than you andhis frame completely engulfed you, but still he caved his body forward so that he could continue his ministrations. You already knew that your neck was to be covered in marks by the time he was through of you â he was possessive, and it wasn't because of his second gender.Â
Slick was now beginning to drip down his thigh, and he was beginning to rock his hips back and forward onto your fingers. The chair was making a screeching noise, upset with the large man for trying to put his weight on it.Â
You pull away for a second, and Sukuna immediately returns to kiss you again, cupping your face with two of his palms. Again, you try to pull away, and still, he doesn't let you speak, continuing to force his tongue into your mouth. A warning growl pulls at your throat, and you pull your fingers out of him.
He, in response, lets out his own growl, louder than yours, considering his growl was more out of disapproval at the removal of your fingers. His face by now was flushing red, a telltale sign that he was slipping completely into his heat.Â
"What now?"Â Sukuna hisses, and you roll your eyes.
But, instead of biting back another remark, you change your tone, taking the softer route. Omega's like to be coddled, and Sukuna was no exception, no matter his status. So, you rub at his cheek with your thumb. "I know you're feeling needy, but can we take this to the bedroom?"
His main set of eyes blinks at you, physically relaxing at your gentle touch and the crooning. You, in return, have to hold back a smirk, knowing that if he was to see it, he would grow pissed again. You couldn't help but compare his behavior to a bratty child. But still, he climbs off your lap, and you sigh in relief before squealing when he effortlessly lifts you with his top pair of arms.Â
A deep purr-like chuckle is let out, and he glances at you before walking over to your room. "I can walk, you know," you say, slightly pouting at being cradled like some sort of child.
"And risk you taking a fall and somehow dying on me? I am not risking the possibility of not getting fucked because you are the weakest creature that walks the earth." He doesn't even look at you when he says it, continuing to walk forward. You remain silent, just sighing and shaking your head, but used to this ridiculous behavior.
You notice the thick smell of arousal that was still pooling out of him, and most omegas would be stuck in their nests, barely able to walk. But Sukuna wasn't a typical omega, and you both found his unpredictableness endearing and nerve-wracking.
Your finger pulls his robe open, and without him looking, you latch your teeth onto his nipple, gently nibbling on the bud. He fumbles with his steps, and immediately, a clenched groan is let out, paired with a small shiver. The reaction pleases you, and so you smile at him before he can question your actions. "Still just as sensitive, I'm glad. Tonight is going to be," you reach up to trace the side of his face. "Fun."
The purr of approval vibrates his entire chest, and you laugh.
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He kicked you out of your own room, as he did last time. When he arrived at your room and saw the perfectly made bed, along with the complete absence of his scent, he had borderline dropped you. So, just like last time, you sat outside your door, occasionally passing him more blankets or pillows, and crooning at him so that he didn't get pissed off thinking that you left him.
His heat smell was getting thicker with each minute, and in return, your head was growing foggy â you couldn't imagine what was going on in his own head. "You better have not moved from that position. I hear your stirring. Don't make me break your legs."
You haven't moved from your seated position in front of the door, so you roll your eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, clingy bastard. Just trying not to cum in my pants from your scent." It was a sarcastic remark, but when you hear the king chuckle in delight, you tap your head against the wooden door and close your eyes.
It was weird to have him back, and you are not surprised that your heart feels strange around him â you were bonded afterall. It was good to have him back â you found comfort in his scent, but the thought of him disappearing again made you frown. You tuck your knees close to you and bury your head in them.
Sukuna opens the door two minutes later, slightly panting and flushed red. His body was growing weak. Now, he was completely bare, and his cock was standing hard against his lower stomach. But, you didn't notice, still in your little ball on the floor.
He looks at you, raising his eyebrows, because he has never seen you in this state. You were always reeking of confidence, standing tall and proud while you openlingly defy him. He, strangely, didn't like to see you look like this and your scent was beginning to turn stale.
"Why does my alpha look like a mopey kitten?"
You don't look up at him, slightly pouting. "You have to promise me you won't leave after this. I'm not some fucktoy for your heat."
Sukuna would be lying if he didn't say his omega was purring at the idea of staying with you. The last couple of months have taken a toll on his body, and although he is the strongest person to walk this planet, it was quite annoying to be in a constant state of distress. "Ill think about it â depends on how well you fuck me. How can you be so whiny when I am the one with slick dripping down my thighs?"Â
You look up from your makeshift ball and are immediately hit with the smell of it. But, you dont have time to look at his thighs because you are being scooped up again like you truly were some sort of kitten. He holds you with one hand and uses another one to pet your head as he drags you to his nest. "There, there," he tries to comfort, "Dont be sad��little alpha, you make me feel weird when you are moping."
He was purring at you, and even if you tried to, you couldn't help but feel better. But the moment doesn't last long â he drops you into his nest, crossing his top set of arms above you and waiting. You raise your eyebrows at him, glancing at his cock that was hard and on display before going back to his smug face. "Why are you showing me your useless cock?"
"Im not,"Â he bites, baring his teeth for a moment, before shaking his head. "The nest. Compliment it."
"Oh."Â
Sukuna seemed to have a set of procedures he wanted to follow before getting to the real deal. It was surprising, considering that most omegas wouldn't miss a second of sex for something as silly as this. But you could tell he was beginning to struggle from the way he was slightly trembling.Â
You quickly turn to pillows and pillows, along with your miscellaneous dirty clothes. He was tapping his foot, quickly growing impatient. So you nod at him, giving him a small smile to show that you are happy. "Very nice. Soft, comfortable. I really like it. Good job, Sukuna."
He releases his pleased scent in waves, and a small croon leaves his lips. But even when you could tell that he was practically wagging his tail at the compliment, all he says is, "Good. You are to stay here for the duration of my heat. No exceptions. And dont you dare think about getting up to relieve yourself without telling me? I will string you alive."
That meant that he was probably going to be stalking into the kitchen for food and water like he did last time. Alphas are supposed to provide food/water and protection to their omegas in their most vulnerable state â Sukuna seemed to not follow traditional dynamics roles, which wasn't that surprising. But still, the idea of you being the one to be taken care of makes you slightly pout.Â
The omega seems to read your mind. "My vulnerable state is a million times stronger than you at your strongest. You stay in the nest."
"Your wish is my command, Lord Sukuna,"Â you say sarcastically, leaning back in the cushions and sighing.Â
He finally comes crawling toward you, pinning you beneath his massive frame. But you are not intimidated by him, to say the least, so you just raise an eyebrow at him. He presses a small kiss to your neck before saying, "I like the way that sounds on your lips."
"Yeah, I bet you do, you arrogant bastard."Â He chuckles at you, taking a deep inhale of your scent and then gently rubbing his neck onto yours. The action is sweet, but you are flooded with the smell of arousal, so you are getting particularly impatient. "Are we going to fuck, or do I need to find another omega in heat?"
It was a risky joke, and you knew that you shouldn't have said that the second it left your mouth. But Sukuna, in turn, just rumbles another laugh, gently biting the skin of your neck. "Little alpha has jokes?"Â he asks, and you remain quiet, biting your lip and hoping that you dont cause the deaths of innocent people. "Do you think it would be funny if I killed every omega you laid eyes on?"
You grab his chin and force his lips onto yours. He eagerly accepts your advances, purring low while cupping your face with two hands. "Your means to distract me are so cute."
You don't respond to the mumble against your lips â instead, pushing your tongue into his mouth. You can feel himself beginning to rut against your pelvis, probably staining pre on your clothes. But, the fabric doesn't stand a chance anyway, as he tears through it with his finger. The sound causes you to pull away, frowning at him. "That was my favorite shirt."
"And it was in my way," he breathes, before pressing his mouth back to yours. You fingers begin to make their way to the back of his thighs and he hitches a breath when you finally bring your fingers back to his entrance. It was properly lubricated as it was before, and it makes it incredibly easy to slip two fingers in.
Sukuna breathes a sigh of relief at the feeling, having been daydreaming about you inside him for the past couple of hours. He unconsciously rocks his hips back into the digits while you scissor the hole, preparing him for what is later to come. Your knee comes up to where his cock grinds against, and he groans into your mouth.Â
You pull away from him, now choosing to focus on his neck. Your mouth litters it with kisses and small love bites, but focus on the outline of your teeth from three months earlier â the mark you gave him. It seemed to be a sensitive part for him, considering the way all of his eyes are squeezed shut and his arms trembled on the pillows next to you.Â
"Such a pretty mark,"Â you coo, curling your fingers inside him slightly toward his stomach so that it hits his prostate right on.
Sukuna, in return, eyes fly open, and he chokes up a weak cough at the feeling. But, he quickly recomposes himself, swallowing some saliva and looking back at you. "Glad one of us likes it."
"You are a liar," you tease, kissing his jawline, "or else you wouldn't come crawling back to me. Tell me, Ryomen, did you miss me?"
"You are going to have to fuck me with something bigger than your fingers to get me to babble such nonsense."Â He holds a cocky grin, flashing his teeth before using his tongue to lick at your lips. The action makes you cringe and look away while he laughs.
But his moment of triumph is cut short when you plunge another finger inside him. It sends his mouth flying open, and his eyes widen at the intrusion before he lets out a guttural moan. "Fuckkkk,"Â he groans, grinding himself on your fingers, "T-Thats more like it!"Â
You grin at him, rubbing your thumb on his lips. "Such a size queen. Do you need something bigger?"
His tongue darts out, and he licks at your thumb while you raise your eyebrows. He seemed to be glaring at you, but it didn't do much, considering his eyes were growing hazy and his cheeks were flushed. "You know what I want. Are you going to fuck me, or do I need to find another alpha?"Â
It was a cute attempt to try and use your words against you, so you can't help but laugh. "Have you ever been fucked by someone else, Sukuna? I swore I was the first to ever be inside you."Â
To this, he goes silent. It was true, and in fact, even if it went completely against instincts, Sukuna during his previous heats would be the one fucking his partners. He didn't care about their sex, nor their dynamic, all he was looking for was pleasure. Granted, being inside someone didn't have the same feeling as being the one penetrated, and he realized that very quickly after his first heat with you. He didn't know if he could go back to the half-ass pleasure he was grantedbefore.
So when he hears you laugh, the curse merely scoffs and looks away. But, you move quickly away from the subject, and instead push him off of you. "Get on your hands and knees," you say, and then sigh, knowing better than to give him any commands. "Sorry, that sounded demanding. Can you please get on your hands and knees, Sukuna? It will be easier for the both of us."
"I am not your bitch," he bites, but still, he climbs off of you and readjusts himself in front of you. He was not ashamed inthe way he presented himself â slick ran down his thigh and coated his hole while his cock laid heavy in between them with pre cum beading at the tip.
You sit up, giving his ass a squeeze that sends him growling at you. You go silent for a minute, preparing everything while he sits and waits semi-patiently. But once you are all ready, you grin at the muscled body laid out so perfectly in front of you. "Trust me, I know. But I do hope to change that."
He doesn't have time to respond when you are suddenly pushing into him. The curse, in return, grips at the sheets, turning his knuckles white from the mere force of it. He hisses out and bites at the pillow in front of his, and his ring stretches to take the new intrusion. "Fuck!" he groans, shaking his head, "Was it always this freakishly big? S-Slow down before I come up there and tear your head off!"
You roll your eyes at the threat but abide by his demand. "So dramatic,"Â you sigh, using your finger to trace over his wet entrance. "You seem to be gobbling me up just fine down here. You are so whiny, king of curses."
He let out a string of profanities, and tears begin to prick in his eyes. It makes your own eyes light up, and you thrust forward to bottom out completely inside of him. His body erupts in a fit of shivers, and he hides his face from you in the pillows. Sukuna's entire body was burning up by now, and your hands trace at the flushed skin on his back while you wait for him to adjust to the length.
His whines, you realize very quickly, did not express his true feelings. The air was growing thick from arousal, and the second you bottomed out inside him, a pleased scent is released. Your lips curl up in a smile. "Well, aren't you just a little whore!"
Growls echo through the room, but you quickly shut them up by pulling out and thrusting forward. It makes his himchoke a gasp and more of the pleased scent is let out, making the room smell incredibly sweet. The power is getting to your head, but you relished in it for all you could, considering that once he got adjusted to the length inside him, he would be spitting his own insults in between moans.Â
But for now, you lean forward and lick at his neck, just over his scent gland. "You feel good? Finally sedated after having a cock up your ass?"
"I will if you do something with it. You are boring me to tears," he pants into the pillows, one of his eyes looking back at you. But you just shrug at the complaint and finally begin to move.Â
You start off slow, pulling your hips back all the way until the tip reaches his rim and then back forward. But it seems to have a greater effect on him than you thought. He lets out a muffled groan and slightly raises his hips so that it gives you easier access. You would comment on the display, but you watch a bead of slick drip down his thigh and instead remain quiet, so you dont miss the show.
The noises he makes are cute, low in pitch compared to most omegas, but dont hide the fact that he was in an immense amount of pleasure. The sight in front of you was one to behold â his hole stretched prettily just for you while his entire body was trembling. You could tell he was growing annoyed with the slow pace, so you move your hips quicker, only causing him to clench onto the sheets.
He curses out his own set of profanities, and so you lean forward, pressing your chest to his back, and kiss him. It shuts him up instantly, and the king is craning his neck back to kiss you with anÂ
unmatched ferocity. It makes you chuckle in surprise at the desperation of it all, and he slightly growls into your mouth, knowing exactly what you are thinking.Â
His tongue was a lot larger than yours, and he seemed to have no shame in using it to completely claim the inside of your mouth. One of his hands also cups your face, trapping you to his lips. But, even with his possessive hold on you, you dont let up on your pace, knowing that he was to surely bite (and not on your neck) you in the position if you did.
And so his body jerks forward with each slam of your hips, and Sukuna has to push himself back so that he can reach your lips. His groans are eaten up by your mouth, but still, you can feel the vibrations of his purr. It makes you let out your own sounds of affection, and he greedily consumes them without shame.
You rip your face away from his, and he frowns at you for a split second, already on his way to let out another complaint, before you grab his neck and push it into the sheets. You dont do it hard â you aren't trying to suffocate him, but simply to show what position he is in. Now, his ass remains in the air while his face is buried in some of your pillows. He makes a sound of surprise, but you quicken your pace before he can ask what you are doing.
Your hips move at a rapid pace, and it gives him no room to adjust to the new position. You were drilling into him without a care in the world, creating a lewd sound of slapping of skin. It made his eyes widen, and he bit the soft fabric of the pillow, canines digging into the sheet, nearly tearing it apart.
You hook your finger into his mouth, pulling his lip back and contorting his pretty face. "Hey, relax. Dont rip up my pillows; I just bought them."
"F-Fuck you!"Â he warbles, but it comes out shaky and breathless from your movements, and you swear you can see his eyes beginning to roll back. But still, he brings his hand over to his mouth and chews on the flesh instead. The action only makes you grin, knowing he was slowly beginning to give in to his instincts to please his alpha.
So, you lean forward, not daring to stop your movements until your chest was pressed to his back. Then you find his ear and lean close till you are centimeters away from it and say, "Well, aren't you just a good boy? Doing so well for me, huh, my omega? Pleasing your alpha by taking me whole."
Much to the surprise of both of you, his abdomen tenses up, and cum shoots out of his cock. It stains the sheets a creamy shade of white, and his entire body begins to tremble with the shocks. The curse doesn't make a peep, biting his lip as he clenches onto the walls of the nest and tightens around your length.
The action makes your eyes widen, and a breathless laugh falls from your lips. "You wanted me to be mean to you your last heat, but you have a praise kink?"
His entire back was turning red, and his cheeks twinged with embarrassment. The man shows you his teeth, growling slightly while craning his neck to look at you. "I do not. Watch your mouth, little alpha, before you piss me off."
"Do you want to be my good boy, Sukuna?"Â Â
Your breath was right next to Sukunas ear, and his entire body goes through a fit of shivers. His scent was screaming Yes. Yes. Yes. But Sukuna just faces the pillow and shakes his head. "Shut up. You are disgusting me."
Your hips begin to pick up their pace again, and a small whimper escapes his lips from the twinge of overstimulation. But still, immediately he begins to press himself back into you, not daring to escape the pleasure he had sought out for. Your lips find his neck, and you begin to litter it with marks, which only drives Sukuna to the brink of insanity due to his instinctual fondness for being "claimed."
"Look so pretty for me,"Â you trace your finger over your claim mark, "Pretty and marked up. So perfect. How am I so lucky to be mated to you?"
"Stop it," he mewls for the first time, voice wavering, and he shakes his head as if trying to snap himself out of a trance. His hips push back into you, and you grin at the display before gripping his hips even tighter. Even his back was pressed into a deeper arch, unconsciously presenting his full self to you.
You run your fingers through his hair at his groans, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Can you cum for me again, my sweet boy?"Â
The coo next to his ear sends his eyes flying open, and a guttural moan slips out. His legs, flushed a shade of red from the heat of it all, begin to shake, and before he knows it, he comes tumbling off the toy, ass still in the air as his second, much stronger orgasm crashes over him. His hole clenches around nothing, and he bites his teeth into his hands, letting a round of muffled moans fill the air. Tears even begin to fall down his cheek, and his entire body trembles while cum stains the sheets.Â
He had cum twice in the past ten minutes. It was common for omegas to get overwhelmed and orgasm quickly after another, but for Sukuna, this was incredibly rare. He had a praise kink, and this confirmed it.
It was a pretty sight, and so you cock your head to the side, tracing the skin between his thighs, admiring the trembling muscles. The man goes eerily quiet after his second orgasm, and his body looks tense. "Sukuna?"
He doesn't answer, not daring to look at you. You lean forward to get a look at his face, but he turns around and lets out a low warning growl. It makes you pause for a moment, confused, and then you see a drop of blood fall onto the white pillow in front of you. He still doesn't look your way.
He was hurt, and your instincts took the better of you. "Sukuna, look at me."
The omega lets out another small growl â this one weak and barely heard. In return, you growl louder and let out an abundance of pheromones, causing him to tense up, incredibly close to submitting. Then you grab his chin and force his face toward you.
Your eyes widen at the sight. He was biting his lip so hard that blood was beginning to fall down his chin. But, it wasn't that that surprised you. No, it was Sukuna's expression. His face was an abnormal shade of red even for his heat, the flush going to his ears and down his neck. His eyes were glassy with tears, and he didn't dare make eye contact with you.Â
Sukuna was embarrassed from cumming so hard from the praise you gave him. You have to hold back a croon â the king of curses look unfathomably cute in your hold.
Your finger ghosts over his lips, and you murmur, "Heal it". He obeys without much thought, and in an instant, the pink flesh is restored. But the curse still doesn't look at you, so you kiss his cheek. You knew he didn't mean to, but a small whimper slips past his lips at the affection. Your grin is wolfish.
"Why are you upset?" You croon, knowing exactly why. Your positions seemed to have switched. It was less than an hour ago when he was the one trying to comfort you. Although his reasoning for being upset was definitely not as reasonable, bug you aren't going to complain when he looks so cute.
"Im not, weakling. Let's just go again. C-C'mon, im starting to feel itchy again."
You lean forward kissing his jaw and then moving to his neck to press another kiss to his scent gland. His entire body shudders. "So needy. You're lucky you're so cute. Do you want your alpha to make you feel good again, hmm?"
When your tongue licks a stripe on his scent gland, Sukuna groans, head spinning. He hates that when you scent mark him, it makes him feel giddy, like some sort of pathetic school girl. You are supposed to be a quick fuck, and then he was going to leave again, but the way your talking to him, like he really was your omega makes his heart pound in his chest. Would he always feel like this if he were to stay with you? Make this his permanent nest? Be your mate?
A purr rumbles through his chest.
Sukuna never considered having a mate. But alas this is the second time he has had this thoughts. The first when he nearly forced you to bite him, and now, his second heat with you. His sober mind pushed away the thoughts immediately and instead took to hiding from you. But could he do that again? It was borderline unbearable for the omega â it went against what his instincts were screaming at him to do. To be with his alpha.
You nibble on his ear, already pushing back into him and this time Sukuna groans out. His body was angry at him for attempting to go a third round without a break, but he didnt care, it felt too good. His hips push into yours and he hisses when you wrap your hands around his cock.
"How many times do you want to cum today?" You ask, voice breathless as you keep up the ruthless pace that would only please Sukuna. Your movements were quick in pace, jabbing into his sensitive spot without mercy, exactly how he likes it.Â
His mouth begins to hang open and his eyes hold a glaze to them. Now, he looked more akin to what a normal omega would look like in a heat. He was just a little harder to break down, but his roots were all the same.Â
Sukuna blinks at your question, slow, mindless. âMhmmmâŚa-lot..? WannaâŚcumâŚâÂ
You giggle at the warble, but this time he doesnt say anything snarky in return. In fact, he seems to be pleased at himself for making you laugh. For making you seemingly happy. He tries to lean his head back to scent you, but due to your arm pushing his head into the nest, he doesn't go very far. He growls in displeasure.
You instead lean forward and rub your neck against his, even if there was minimal to no effect in the action. His scent was already so potent you were to be smelling of him for at least a week after his heat. But you indulge him in the instinctual pleasure, and he sighs into what is most likely your dirty shirt. A fucked out smile tugs at his lips, your eyes lighten.
"You're like a grumpy kitten, you know?" You run your fingers through his pink hair, brushing it back. Your movementsof your hips slow slightly, but they are still deep and give Sukuna enough pleasure for him not to whine out. You kiss the back of his neck. "Hiss and claw and bite whatever it sees. But the second the fierce creature gets some warm milk, it's back to being cute and docile, just like you, Sukuna."
Gears are turning in Sukunas head, no doubt from the intensity of his heat, so you wait and continue to brush at his hair and kiss at his neck in time with your thrusts. A couple seconds later he manages to bite back a weak, "Not cute or docileâŚbastard."
You hum at him, grabbing his chin when his mouth falls open after you seemed to his his prostate. "Docile may not be the best word, sedated maybe. Just need some dick to calm you down." You take a moment to catch your breath, panting slightly into his muscular shoulder. "I can keep you sedated."
"S-Stop babbling nonsense."
"Not just with sex," you continue, releasing an abudance of calming phermones that almost match his intensity. Then you let out a croon, paired with a nearly overdramatic purr. He was too weak to fight his instincts and so practically mewls at the sound, letting out his own purr in return.Â
"I can keep you calm, make you feel safe." Although you knew you could never be as strong as him, you could try at least. Your hand reaches below him to play with his dick again, and Sukuna jumps. "I'll put up with your hissy fits and your extremely possessive nature. The killingâŚwill be something to be discussed when I'm not inside you."
To this, Sukuna makes a sound that shocks you. He laughs. Its not mocking like they usually were, harsh and mean, instead it more like a giggle, like he truly thought what you said was humorous. You pray it's not the heat talking but you try not to get your hopes up.
Instead, you continue on your rant, now picking up the pace of your hips. You slam into him, restarting the rhythm of the slapping of skin on skin. Sukuna bites the pillow, but you pull his hair back, earning a pained moan from the man. "Y-You can kick me out of my room to build your nest whenever you want. Fuck, I can just permanently sleep on the couch if that'll make you happy."
Sukuna couldnt respond, his eyes were practically rolling back. You were so deep inside him that he could barely think. However, the desperation in your tone, paired with the saturated scent of you trying to please him, conveyed exactly what you were saying to him. He hates that it makes him happy to see you want him, to feel desired by you. It should be an inconvenience, really, but he can't help but feel like his own feelings were being returned.
"F-Fuck, gonna cum again!"
Your hand is rutheless on his cock and your mouth nibbles at his neck. "I'll make you happy, Sukuna, you know that. You just got to let me."
Hes grown dangerously hot and he fees the muscles begin to tense up with his upproaching orgasm. A wracked sob leaves his lips, and he squeezes his eyes shut.Â
"Be my omega, Sukuna. Let me love you." You dont give him a chance to respond before you dig your teeth into the exactsame spot you marked him just a couple of months ago.
Claws dig into cloth beneath him, and his eyes widen at the pain. But your words paired with the bite send him over the edge, and hes cumming once again, harder than the previous times. Tears stream down his face and he doesnt let out a noise this time â he holds his breath while the pleasure takes over. His hole clentches around you and his legs shake from under you. There is no doubt that more of the nest was stained a milky shade of white.
You slump against him this time, licking at the wound, before rolling off with a sigh. He groans a little when you pull away from him, but your hands travels to his face, rubbing against his cheekbone. Sukuna, for the first time, looks tired, like that orgasm took a toll on him. Although, you have never seen him look so content. A small smile sits contently on his face, and he looks at you with soft eyes.
Then, much to your surprise, the large man grabs onto you and forces you close to him. You yelp in suprise, but he justwraps two sets of arms around your form and buries his face into your neck, taking a long, dramatic inhale and then sighing contently. You pet his hair with a chuckle.Â
"Are you thinking about my offer? Although, if you did live here we would have to get a bigger apartmentâŚYou are too big." The sentence felt ironic considering how small he looked when pressed to close to you. It was strange to see a creature so big act so small, like some sort of overgrown lap dog. He would murder you if he heard you think something like that.
He closes his first set of eyes and peers at you with the second. Then he shakes his head. "I'll think about it. Now let me rest, pathetic alpha."
Maybe it was a naive hope, but Sukuna seemed rather pleased when saying that. It was the closest think to a yes you will get, you kiss at the top of his head and he groans in annoyance. "Yeah, yeah, whiny omega. Go to sleep before you get horny again."
"Dont try to leave the nest. I'm not kidding, I will incapitate you if you try anything funny."
"I won't, you bloodthirsty murderer. Now sleep."
"I'm fucking going!" he mutters and you let out a laugh as he gentle nips at the skin on your neck. He then grabs your hand and forces it on his head, silently demanding you to pet him.Â
You run your fingers through his short pink hair, and he purrs contently. It doesn't take him long to fall asleep, and you are not far after. You needed to rest before the monster would wake you eight hours later with a flushed face and a wicked grin. You did promise him an abudance of orgasms after all.Â
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After a hazy five days, Sukuna awakes in the dirty nest. He doesn't feel itchy and disgustingly hot, but his body is sore, and he seems to still be exhausted. You lay draped across him, head on his chest and sleeping soundly, equally spent as he is from keeping up with his demands. The curse stares at you for a long moment before one of his hands comes to trace your cheek, admiring the soft skin and how small you are compared to him. You are too breakable for an alpha, it makes him nervous.Â
He doesnt think about it when leans forward and gets a good whiff of your scent. The scent of his mate. He purrs quietly to himself, careful not to wake you.
You stirr in his hold and he gulps, eyes flickering toward the door. He could leave if he wanted to, come back for his next heat. You wouldn't send him away, even if you tried with your weak commands, you had a weak heart. A weak, pathetic human alpha loves him â someone unworthy of his own love. Sukuna frowns.
You make a mewling noise and nuzzle into his chest like some sort of cat. Red eyes tear from the door and back to your sleeping face. Sukuna scoffs at you, hating that he found you cute, before pinching your cheeks together that pulls a whine from you. This was the person that was supposedly going to make him feel safe? He laughs.
But the second your tired, fond eyes gaze up at him he unconsciouslly had made his decision.Â
He tilts your head to the side, four pairs of eyes scanning the smooth skin along your neck. It was too bare. Sukuna had to change that, or else some omegas would get the wrong idea. He flashes his canines, dragging his tongue along them and grinning at your wide eyes.
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Gojo Satoru
âş 'Love, love, love, I want your love... you and me could write a bad romance.'
+ Warnings: MDNI/18+ content, smut, kinda slowburn/enemies to lovers, bullying/toxicity, obsession, dom â sub!Gojo, some degradation, namecalling (slâ
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+ Tags: @ciggrx
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đđ đ đđđŹ đĄđđŤđ đđ¨đ¨ đđđŹđ˘đĽđ˛ đđĄđ˘đ§đ¤đ˘đ§đ đđđ¨đŽđ đ˛đ¨đŽ, hurrying to his car as soon as morning classes end to jerk off in the backseat. Leaky and twitchy, his cock stands upright with only one thought on its mind and that's to be inside you. He throws his head back while giving himself quick strokes, thinking about all the times you've sassed him back, flirted back. Tightening his jaw, Satoru gets off to the fantasy of you obsessing over him â instead of how it really is.
đđ'đŹ đ đ¨đ đ§đ¨ đŹđĄđđŚđ, openly admitting at parties that he'd "show you heaven" if he had fifteen minutes alone with you. Legs spread wide as he's sat, staring, taking a sip of his drink, Satoru whispers something about you to Suguru â causing his best friend to blush and smack his shoulder, muttering a scornful "Don't talk about girls like that, Satoru."
đđ'đŹ đđ đđĄđđŹđ đđŤđđ đŠđđŤđđ˘đđŹ, đ°đĄđ˘đđĄ đĄđ đđđđđ§đđŹ đŤđđĽđ˘đ đ˘đ¨đŽđŹđĽđ˛, where Satoru's attention is just plastered all over you. You're late? He's asking people where Miss Bunny is. You walk into the room? He sees you before you see him. You say something? He's straining his ears. You're dressed in a tight dress? He's thinking about peeling it off your body just before he slides into you. Oh, you brought a date with? He's going to mutter some terrible rumor into their ear so that by the end of the night you're all alone, just like he wants.
Once your date is gone, Satoru will make his way over to you, slide into the seat that's too small for two people â he'll press his thigh against yours, leaning over you like he's got no sense of personal space. "All alone? Need me to keep you company?" he grins, looking down at you. It only makes him grin wider when you playfully push his face away, "Have you been kissing girls all night with breath this bad?"
"Don't like the smell of liquor, huh? Then I take it you're not down for... ah never mind." he stops mid-sentence, just to tease you, smirking to himself when he sees your eyes light up with a attention.
đđŤđŽđĽđ˛ đŹđđđđĽđ˘đ§đ đ đ¤đ˘đŹđŹ, đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ đ°đĄđ˘đŚđŠđđŤđŹ đ°đĄđđ§ đ˛đ¨đŽ đŹđĽđ˘đđ đ˛đ¨đŽđŤ đđ˘đ§đ đđŤđđ˘đŠđŹ đ¨đŻđđŤ đĄđ˘đŹ đŽđ§đđđŤđđŽđ, not expecting your reciprocation. The taste of liquor is sharp on his tongue, mixing with the flavor of your mouth â something he's been dying to taste.
đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ'đŹ usually the center of attention, but now he's pulling you to the side, tongue exploring your mouth, lips plastered all over you like he's never felt someone better than you. It's just a party, and you're just horny, and he's just there; that's what you're telling yourself as you try to justify why your hands are on his chest.
đđ'đŹ đđĽđĽ đ¨đŻđđŤ đ˛đ¨đŽ, leading you to the backseat of his car. "I hate you." you murmur against his lips, "Shut up and spread your legs." is all that he responds with before his hand finds its way down to your clothed pussy. He squeezes it, smiling about how small it feels in his palm.
đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ đĄđ¨đĽđđŹ đŽđ§đđŤđđđ¤đ˘đ§đ đđ˛đ đđ¨đ§đđđđ with you when he pleasures you with his fingers in the backseat of his car, his clit massaging feeling too good, his fingertip perfectly positioned. "You're so pretty." he says in adoration â totally forgetting about who he is as he watches you shiver and moan from the circling of his fingertips around your puffy clit. "Is it too much?" he whispers, easing the pressure, "Oh, you like it? You want more? Okay, pretty girl. I'll give you more. You just lay back and enjoy yourself."
đđ đđ¨đŽđŤđŹđ, đĄđ đŠđŤđđđđ§đđŹ đĽđ˘đ¤đ đĄđ'đŹ đ§đđŻđđŤ đŹđĄđ¨đ°đ§ đđ§đ˛ đŹđ˘đ đ§ đ¨đ đŹđ¨đđđ§đđŹđŹ đđđđđŤ đđĄđ˘đŹ, claiming that you imagined it all. You want more and he calls you a 'bitch in heat' with a grin on his face, like he's not the one who stared intently into your eyes while you came all over his fingers that night.
đđ¨đ¨ đđŽđĽđĽ đ¨đ đŠđŤđ˘đđ, đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ asks Suguru to ask how you're doing, what you're up to â are you're free on the weekend? And Suguru just sighs in compliance, thinking lower and lower of his best friend because god, how pathetically prideful can one man be? "Just text her." he tells him, to which Satoru responds "No way. That would give her the satisfaction of knowing that I'm interested." and here is where Suguru groans, "Oh my God, what dumb games are you two playing with each other? She says she can't tell you she likes you, and you say you can't give her the satisfaction â you're both insane."
Satoru's eyes light up, "She said she likes me?! When was this? Was she joking? Did she look like she was joking? You can tell by the way the left corner of her lip curls. What are you groaning about! This is serious, Suguru! Take me seriously! What else has she said about me? Does she like my hair? Ask her if she likes my hair. And ask her what her favorite ice cream is â is she lactose intolerant? Suguru, don't walk away from me. I need this information and you're my spy. Come on, I'll pay you."
đđ§đ đđŽđ đŽđŤđŽ đ˘đŹ đŁđŽđŹđ đđ¨đ§đđŽđŹđđ, needing a cigarette each time he watches the two of you "fight like you're gonna fuck". Each time you storm off, leaving behind a Satoru who's smiling like a jackass and a Suguru who's shaking his head at his best friend, it seems like it's the last time you'll let Satoru ridicule you.
đđŽđ đ§đ¨, đ˛đ¨đŽ đđ¨đŚđ đđđđ¤ đđ°đ¨ đĄđ¨đŽđŤđŹ đĽđđđđŤ, asking Suguru where Satoru is. "I thought you said you hated him and never wanted to see him again?" he sighs, "Never mind. He was asking for you too. Yeah, he's in the hall."
đđ§ đđĄđ đĄđđĽđĽ, đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ accuses you of liking his best friend â to which you reassure him that you do not, as if you're his girlfriend. In fact, the argument in the hall goes down like you two are a fighting couple. But of course, while up in your face, Satoru's eyes are on your lips; it's not long before he's crashing onto your lips with a hateful kiss, like he's lost his mind and it's somewhere in your mouth.
đđ§đ đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ'đŹ kisses are so hard that the force of them pins you to the wall â and god, he loves your whimpers. Every noise that he elicits out of you causes his lips to spread into a naughty smile; he keeps kissing you through this smile, lips wet and sore.
. . . đđ§đ đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ'đŹ thrusts are so hard that the force of them makes your thighs and ass jiggle. He feels your hole contract tightly around his cock â and god, he moans like a bitch in heat.
It's so funny, because he accuses you that you moan like a bitch in heat. "Aw, you're so in love with your bully's big cock, aren't you?" he taunts.
The only correct response is a cheeky one; "Says you; you fuck me like you haven't gotten pussy in years." he hears this, then draws out his cock and slams it back in with a force that makes your eyes roll back. He pounds into you harder, hitting spots that all your exes failed to reach, moaning even more pathetically than before.
đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ babbles when he's close, "You love me, right? Tell me you love me. Please, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard if you say it."
But immediately after, he pretends like he never begged for any of that, and pretends like his cock didn't twitch and throb and spurt cum instantly when he heard you proclaim love for him.
đđđđđđŽđđ¤đ˘đ§đ ? đđĄ, đ˘đ'đŹ đĄđ˘đŹ đđđŻđ¨đŤđ˘đđ. He loves telling you how much he hates your guts while he's deep in them. He loves making a sloppy mess of you as he claims that he hates you and everything you stand for, feeling how sticky and wet you get at his growling voice. He loves how your greedy hole slicks not just his cock but also his abs, which he tauntingly accuses you of perving on.
đđĄ, đđ§đ đĄđ đŁđŽđŹđ đĽđ¨đŻđđŹ đŚđđ¤đ˘đ§đ đ˛đ¨đŽ đŤđ˘đđ đĄđ˘đŹ đđđŹ đ§đ¨ đŚđđđđđŤ đĄđ¨đ° đđŚđđđŤđŤđđŹđŹđđ đ˛đ¨đŽ đđŤđ, he holds your hips down hard against his stomach and flexes his muscles against your pussy. "Look at that face, you love this don't you?" he grunts, feeling you slide back and forth over him, "I shoulda cum over myself first and let you ride me like that, huh? You'd love feeling my cum all over your pussy, wouldn't you?"
đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ loves cornering you after classes, pressing and grinding his growing erection into your tinier body. "Feel how hard I am â yeah, feel how much I fucking hate you, little slut." he coos against your lips, all up in your face, guiding your hand to his cock.
Of course, you can't even bother resisting the urge to squeeze it, can't even bother hiding how much you want him to ruin you with it. It just makes him grin, seeing you slowly fall apart and heat up after a few minutes of touching.
đđ¨đ° đ˘đ'đŹ đđđđ§ đ đ°đĄđ¨đĽđ đŹđđŚđđŹđđđŤ, and he's told you "Don't test me, I'm not afraid to make you an ex. What do you mean we're not dating? Then why do you moan my name on my dick like I'm your man?" and he's crawled back to you, apologizing.
"I didn't mean it, I was just being an asshole for no reason. Come on, will you come tonight? Everyone's going to be there." he pleads you, eyes persuading you as they always do.
Because of course, he can't attend dumb frat parties without you anymore. To quote what he told Suguru, poutingly over the phone, after begging his best friend to help convince you to come; "What's the point of going if she isn't there? The whole purpose of my outfit this year is to scare the shit out of her... and then fuck the shit out of her. Don't you cringe at me, Suguru, it was your idea! No, you weren't joking! Don't play it off now! You literally told me that she has a kink for that â wait a minute, how'd you find out about that... DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME!"
đđ§đ˛đ°đđ˛đŹ, đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ đĽđ¨đŻđđŹ đŹđđđŤđ˘đ§đ đ˛đ¨đŽ đđŹ đ đĄđ¨đŹđđđđđ đđ¨đŤ đđđĽđĽđ¨đ°đđđ§, rubbing his dick into you from behind, claiming that he's gonna "Make you scream just like that" again and again tonight, right here in this bathroom. He makes sure to pronounce his muscles, to flex them, to really remind you how much stronger and taller and bigger he is.
đđđŹđđŹđŹđđ? đđ¨, đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ'đŹ đ§đ¨đ đ¨đđŹđđŹđŹđđ⌠"It's you who's obsessed with me; just feel how wet you are." he groans, fingers stuffed knuckle-deep inside your pussy. He stares into your eyes intensely as you orgasm on his fingers, intently watching how your lips form his favorite 'o' shape.
đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ loves your weak holes, loves your expressions, loves how you crawl back to him for more even though he treats you so bad sometimes.
His nastiness turns you on but at some point, you think enough is enough; you turn the tables on him.
đđĄđđ§ đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ đĽđ¨đŹđđŹ đĄđ˘đŹ đŚđ˘đ§đ, because the girl he's obsessed with isn't obsessed with him anymore. He nags you to go on a date with him, he softens his eyes, holds you more gently â "Stop ignoring me." he whines like a child.
đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ đ đđđŹ đ¨đ§ đĄđ˘đŹ đ¤đ§đđđŹ to beg you to go out with him, to kiss him just one more time, to come back to his bed, to sit on his face, "I can prove to you that heaven's on my tongue. What? No, no. I didn't mean all of that. I know I was a jerk to you back then, but please, just give me another chance."
đđŽđĽđĽđ˛!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ đđđđ¨đŚđđŹ đŚđ¨đŤđ đŠđđđĄđđđ˘đ đđ¨đŤ đ˛đ¨đŽ, following after your shadow. But now he's the one at your mercy; you lead him by the hand upstairs to empty rooms during those dumb frat parties, and you ride him until he whimpers like a bitch in heat. "Close already? It's only been fifteen minutes, Satoru. What happened to your stamina?" you taunt him, "Keep it together."
Now riding Satoru pulls the most pathetic sounds out of his pretty lips. His sensitive cock twitches and jumps at just the sight of you, of course it's throbbing and bursting with cum within ten minutes. Sometimes less. And what does he babble as he's about to cum? "Please don't stop." in the most pathetic tone of voice.
đđđđ¨đŤđŽ đđŤđ˘đ§đ đŹ đ˛đ¨đŽ đđĽđ¨đ°đđŤđŹ, grovels at your feet, mumbles in agreement to the things you want to do. He's just caved in, totally given up on acting tough and mean, given up on pretending that he hates everything you like â he wonders to himself, why did he waste so much time being an asshole? He could have just sat there, like he is now, listening to you yap with hearts in his eyes.
đđ¨đ° đđ°đ¨ đ˛đđđŤđŹ đĽđđđđŤ, "đđŽđĽđĽđ˛"!đđđđ¨đŤđŽ'đŹ totally smitten, desperate for your attention. Suguru's always commenting on how you've changed him for the better, while Satoru denies having changed at all.
But let his actions speak for his change. He's always cancelling those dumb frat parties to make plans with you. You want to see this new fancy restaurant? Hold on, he's got to buy you a glittery dress for the occasion. What if we went to the seaside? That's not overly romantic, is it? Ring shopping? Relax, he's just a college student, he's not going to propose to you. Buying a diamond ring is just a personal investment for his future.
đđĄđđ§đ¤ đ˛đ¨đŽ đđ¨đŤ đŤđđđđ˘đ§đ ! đđđŤđ đđŤđ đđĄđ đŤđđŹđ đ¨đ đŚđ˛ đ°đ¨đŤđ¤đŹ: đđŤđŚđ˘đ§đŹđŽđŚđ˘'đŹ đđ˘đđŤđđŤđ˛
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sweet as honeycrisp
pairing: sugar daddy!ari levinson x sugar baby!female reader
summary: your sugar daddy takes you on an autumn-themed date to the apple orchard, and what starts off as a fun and flirty day unfolds into a meaningful turning point in your relationship.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, piv sex, outdoor sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, biting, brief cockwarming, exhibitionism, light bdsm, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, very light degradation, lots of teasing, pet names (darling, honey), aftercare, happy ending, so much fluff
word count: 14.5k
a/n: whew i've been working on this for like two weeks now, and i'm so happy to finally be able to post it!!! i was struggling a bit with the emotional throughline of this fic, and i only decided on it very late in the editing game so if some things don't make sense, just ignore it!!! if you can believe it, i originally just wanted to write about a quickie in the apple orchard and it turned into this 𫣠anyway, i hope y'all enjoy!!!
âKiss.â
The warm, playful voice of your sugar daddy, Ari Levinson, met your ears as you lowered yourself into the passenger seat of his Lexus, greeting you in the way he always did. When you closed the car door behind you, the sounds of the Manhattan street were silenced, leaving you in the relative quiet with Ari.
Eagerly, you twisted on the sumptuous seat of the expensive car to lean over the center console, brushing a teasing kiss to Ariâs scruffy cheek, your lips grazing the edge of his full beard. His skin was warm and inviting, and you lingered for a moment, breathing in the the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne, smelling of vetiver and leather.Â
When you pulled back, Ariâs blue eyes were glittering with a hint of mischief that made your heart thump with excitement, a warmth blooming in your core despite the cool air of the carâs air conditioning brushing your legs. It was a warm September day, the last remnants of summer clinging in the air as if it protested giving up its seat to autumn.Â
The thought crossed your mind that if any man looked like the embodiment of summer, it was Ari Levinson. His skin was golden with a perpetual tan, and his brown hair had sun-kissed blond highlights that shimmered in the daylight, though they were dimmed a bit in the shadow of his car.Â
Still, as he grinned at you, showing off his pearly whites framed by his dark beard, you couldnât help but feel like the summer sun had taken a liking to you and sat beside you. When he looked at you like that, with that smile and those blue eyes shining like the sun off the ocean waves, you wondered what it would be like to have his attention all the timeâto be more than just the sugar baby he took on occasional dates when he wanted to have fun.
Pushing those bothersome romantic notions aside, you raked your eyes down Ariâs form, noticing that heâd dressed down for your date. He wore a soft denim, long-sleeved button-up over a simple white t-shirt and tailored slacks. Casual loafers and sunglasses perched on top of his head completed the look. Even in such a simple outfit, he looked good.Â
âShow me.âÂ
His voice was a deep rumble that pulsed between your thighs, and you flicked your gaze back up to his face, finding heat in his expression, the same mischievousness in his eyes thatâd been there since you got in the car. The corner of Ariâs mouth was curved in a smirk, and you felt another throb of warmth in your core.
Your lips curled at the edges, a wicked smile curving your mouth as the energy in the car crackled around you, spurring your heart to beat a little faster. You knew exactly what Ari wanted you to show him, and you knew it was naughtyâbut that was part of why you liked spending time with your sugar daddy.Â
Ari was always urging you to be a little daring, to do something that made your heart race and your breath come a little faster. He didnât push you, so much as guide you down the path to depravity, and you followed him willingly. You never felt more alive than when you were with Ari.
So while you smiled at him, you spread your legs on the leather seat of his Lexus, the short skirt of your dress falling between your parting thighs. Ariâs smirk deepened with satisfaction as he watched your movements with rapt attention. Your fingers toyed with the edge of your dress, the fabric having ridden up quite high on your thighs.Â
But before you could reveal what was beneath your skirt, you looked away from Ari, and it crashed over you that you sat in a car in the middle of a busy Manhattan street surrounded by other people. There were folks driving in their cars just outside your window and others walking by on the sidewalk beside where Ari was parked. There were even people filling up the buildings that overlooked the street. They were everywhere around you.
âDarling, look at me,â Ari murmured, his tone entreating enough to call your attention back to him.Â
You noticed his sparkling eyes had lost some of their mischief when you looked back at him. But the steadiness of his gaze had you relaxing when you hadnât even realized youâd tensed up, and the corners of your mouth flickered in an uncertain smile.
âDo you trust me?â Ari asked simply. His face was open, no hint of pressure in his tone or voice.Â
For a brief moment, you considered his question, then you nodded your head. You watched as warmth flooded into his gaze, and it made you feel a little more sure.Â
âLift your skirt for me, darling,â he implored, his eyes dropping to where your thighs were still spread, the flimsy fabric of your dress barely hiding your core. âShow daddy what you have under your pretty little skirt.â
You gathered every ounce of braveness in your body and pulled up the hem of your skirt. There, nestled between your spread thighs, was your bare pussy. The air in the car seemed to heat by a few degrees when you heard Ari suck in a sharp breath.
It had been Ariâs idea for you to go without panties on your date, and youâd agreed, the idea sending excited thrills through your body. Walking through the halls and the lobby of the Manhattan high-rise you called home, youâd felt like you had a secret that only Ari knew, and it gave you a delicious kind of satisfaction showing your sugar daddy how youâd gone without panties, your pussy fully exposed beneath your dress.
âYou have such a pretty cunt, darling,â Ari groaned, his hand sliding up your thigh until the tips of his fingers teased the top of your slit.Â
You bit back a gasp and squirmed in your seat, trying to hold your hips back from thrusting into his touch.Â
âI never get tired of seeing this pussy, and how wet she gets for me.âÂ
His fingers spread your lower lips and he brushed ever so gently over the tip of your clit, making you twitch in your seat, your legs shaking with the effort it took not to close them on his hand and trap him against your heated core.
âAnd the way your thighs tremble for me,â Ari rumbled, pulling away from your quickly dampening slit to grope roughly at your plush softness, his grip possessive in a way your sugar daddy rarely was.Â
âAri.â His name was a breathy exhale, an undercurrent of admonishment in your tone as his touches stoked the blazing fire in your core, making you squirm even more on the seat. A sliver of worry wormed into your mind as you remembered the leather you sat on, which would surely stain if he kept touching you, and you gasped, âThe seat.â
Ari only chuckled, the sound cavalier in a way that made butterflies take flight in your belly, but before you could chide him again, his hand was slipping back between your thighs. Ari dragged a finger from the bottom of your slit all the way to the top, flicking your clit and wringing a moan from your lips as your thighs trembled on the seat.
Then he was pulling his hand away, leaving you to drop your skirt to cover yourself, and popping his finger into his mouth. Your sugar daddy made a show of savoring the taste of you, and your head fell back against the headrest. You watched him suck your taste from his skin, your breaths heavy in your chest while Ariâs eyes sparkled with mischief.Â
âMm, sweet as apple pie,â he praised, making heat rush to your face while you shook your head and rolled your eyesâeven as your chest warmed at the compliment. Ari was grinning shamelessly at you when he grabbed your face gently and pulled you gently across the car toward him. âCâmere, darling, see how sweet you taste,â he murmured against your lips before kissing you.
The musky flavor of your body made you moan into Ariâs mouth, your sugar daddy devouring every little noise you made while he kissed you thoroughly. You sank into him, reveling in the smooth glide of his lips and the possessive exploration of his tongue. Your fingers curled around the collar of his denim shirt and you clung to him, feeling the edge of something more in the way he kissed you. It left you breathless when you finally pulled away.
You fell back into your seat with a soft âoomph,â the breath rushing from your lungs when you looked into Ariâs eyes. His blue gaze was softer than youâd ever seen it, and there was something in depths of his eyes that you couldnât quite placeâaffection or fondness maybe.Â
A small, uncertain smile curled your lips, your heart thumping in your chest as you wondered if thatâs how Ari looked at someone he truly cared about. Someone special to him, who had a more permanent place in his life than the sugar baby he called when he wanted to have some no-strings-attached fun.Â
For the briefest of moments, you could pretend Ari was more than your sugar daddy, and you were more than his sugar baby.Â
But then the moment ended, and Ari cleared his throat as he looked away, focusing on the wheel and gear shift of his car to put it in drive. A silent sigh of disappointment gusted from you, and you turned toward the passenger side window, intent on watching the city fly by once Ari eased into traffic.
To your surprise, Ariâs hand slipped into one of yours, his palm pressing against yours while he laced your fingers together. Your breath hitched with uncertainty even as the corners of your mouth flickered in a smile. It took you a moment to get used to the feeling of his hand in yours, turning it over to trace the veins on the back gently while he maneuvered his Lexus through the Manhattan streets.
It had only been a few months since youâd started seeing Ari, and while his touches were often greedy when you were fooling around, he hadnât been prone to physical displays of affection since the first few dates you went on with him. Back then, heâd reached for your hand a few times, but after a point heâd stopped.
Truthfully, it had been a relief. One of your greatest fears was falling for a sugar daddy who didnât return your feelings, and considering how handsome Ari was, youâd known it was a serious risk getting into a relationship with him. But heâd been so charming and carefree, you didnât think it would be a problem to keep your heart out of things. He didnât seem like he was looking for anything serious anyway.
So youâd focused on having fun, and that had been easy. Ari took you to expensive restaurants with delicious food in New York City, or heâd fly you somewhere else if he was itching to get away for a little bit. During meals, youâd chat about trivial things, then fall into bed together as soon as you were back in whatever hotel room Ari had booked for the night.Â
You didnât quite know why your conversations didnât go deeper than the shallow things you talked about, but you didnât question it. It made everything so much easier if you didnât truly know Ariâif he didnât know you either. So you just stuck to safe topics, like planning dates and having sex.Â
Your relationship with Ari was a nice change of pace for you. He was far from your first sugar daddy, and youâd learned some hard lessons in your past relationships. Too often, sugar daddies wanted to know things you werenât comfortable sharing, but Ari had never pried. Heâd set boundaries and didnât push them. You were grateful for that.
But another part of you, a part that started off small and was growing with every date you went on with Ari, yearned to know more about your sugar daddy. You wanted to know what he liked to do when he wasnât working or taking you on dates. You wanted to know if he had any family, if he celebrated the holidays with them. You wanted to know if heâd ever had his heart broken.Â
Tamping down on those curious thoughts, you focused on the presentâthe music that was playing gently in the car, and the scenery passing by your window. The skyscrapers and high-rises of Manhattan had given way to the tightly-packed homes of the suburbs.Â
Biting your tongue against all the questions you wanted to ask, not even sure how youâd begin to try to get to know your sugar daddy betterâlet alone whether it was a good ideaâyou sat in silence with Ari. The suburbs eventually gave way to the lush forests and hilly countryside of the Hudson Valley, giving you something prettier to look at.
It was too early in September for the leaves to be changing yet, but there were glimpses of golden yellows and warm oranges among the green foliage. A hint of what was to come. Autumn was inevitable and you found comfort in the changing seasons.Â
Cozy weather was right around the corner, and you couldnât wait for it. Hot apple cider and pumpkin pie, butterscotch cookies and mulled wineâyou were a glutton for all the food and beverages associated with the autumn months. And you liked to make them yourself from scratch whenever possible.Â
It was part of the reason youâd wanted Ari to take you apple picking, though he didnât know that. Heâd just accepted the request and planned the date.Â
After a little while more of driving, Ari pulled off the paved road and onto a dirt track. There was a sign for Brothersâ Apple Orchard fixed to a worn, wooden fence, though dense trees hid the farm from view.Â
A little ways down the dirt road, the trees opened up into a large parking lot that was already packed with families and groups of friends going apple picking on the warm September afternoon. The sight and sounds of all the people had nerves twisting in your stomach, and you wondered if it had been a smart idea to go without panties to a place that was meant for wholesome fun.
Youâd long since learned that Ari had an exhibitionist streak, and that day wasnât the first time heâd told you to show up to one of your dates without panties. Youâd always enjoyed the excitement in the inherent risk of wearing a dress without anything underneath, but heâd never taken you somewhere with so many families before. The consequences of getting caught seemed so much worse than they ever had before.
Ari mustâve felt your fingers tense in his because he gave you a comforting squeeze as he pulled his Lexus into an empty space and put the car in park. Once done, he looked to you, his smile faltering when he took in the way your brows were pinched and the corners of your mouth were turned down in an uncertain frown.
âDo you trust me, darling?â Ari asked, cupping your face and leaning across the carâs console to press his forehead to yours. His thumb stroked gently over your cheek, matching the sweeping of his other thumb against the back of your hand.Â
You were quiet for a moment, nibbling on your lower lip as you thought about his questionâreally thought about it.
It weighed on you a little that you didnât know Ari very well, especially since a part of you desperately wanted to, but that didnât mean you didnât know his character. Ari had never pushed you to do something you didnât want to do, and he always checked in with you when you were together, making sure you were comfortable and having fun. So while you didnât know his favorite color, you did trust him.Â
Exhaling slowly, you nodded, your forehead shifting against Ariâs. âI trust you, Ari,â you said, your voice little more than a whisper, like you were telling him a secret in the privacy afforded by the enclosed space of his car.Â
To your surprise, Ari sighed in relief at your words, the exhale so short and quiet, you wondered if youâd heard correctly. But you didnât have time to analyze it because Ari was pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then pulling back to open his door and step out into the September sunshine.
You watched as Ari rounded the front of the Lexus, a charming grin on his face as he winked at you over the hood of his car. It was only because you were alone that you allowed yourself a silly little giggle, your mouth spreading across your face in a wide smile. He opened your door and offered you a hand to help you out.
âCareful, darling, wouldnât want to give anyone a free show,â Ari murmured teasingly while you slid your hand into his, feeling the roughness of his palm against the pads of your fingertips.Â
A zing of thrill went straight to your core at his words, joining the sparks you felt when you touched him. The fingers of your other hand played with the hem of your dress as you stepped one foot out of the car. You darted a look around, finding you had some relative privacy between Ariâs Lexus and the next car over, and pretended to rearrange your skirt.Â
In reality, you flashed your bare slit for your sugar daddy, biting your lip and ducking your head when you heard his sharp inhale. Ari made a low, tortured sound and squeezed your fingers, practically pulling you out of the car before pinning you against the side.
âNaughty girl,â Ari growled in your ear, pressing his big body against yours so you were trapped between his hard muscles and the warm metal of the Lexus at your back. âYouâre going to get us in trouble if you keep flashing that pretty pussy at me, darling.âÂ
A breathless, disbelieving laugh gusted past your lips before you could stop it, even as your head went a little fuzzy from the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne filling your senses. It felt like the vetiver and leather on his skin was embedded in your mind as a reminder of all the pleasure heâd given you, and with his body pressed against yours, it took you a moment to respond.
âYouâre the one who told me not to wear panties to our apple picking date, daddy,â you reminded him, gripping the soft cotton of Ariâs t-shirt beneath his denim shirt, your fingers brushing against the sides of his tapered waist. You pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, brushing your body against his firm form enticingly while your lips grazed along his scruffy cheek. âMaybe you shouldnât have done that if you didnât want me to show you my achy, needy cunt.â
A low growl rumbled in Ariâs chest and he pressed you harder against the side of his car, his body impossibly warm and hard through the thin fabric of your dress. You could feel every firm line of him against your soft curves, including the thick bulge digging into your stomach.Â
Then, as if that wasnât bad enough, Ariâs hands skimmed down your sides and dove beneath the hem of your skirt, palming your ass and kneading your soft flesh with firm, possessive fingers.
âDarling, if you keep saying such filthy things, youâre gonna end up in the back of my car with my cock buried in your achy, needy cunt,â he purred, a threat in his tone that he punctuated by nipping at your ear, making you gasp and arch into him, pressing your tits against his solid chest. âYouâre gonna get us banned from the orchard because you wonât be able to stop screaming while I pound your pussyâis that what you want?â
It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes.Â
In the short time since youâd stepped out of the car, Ari had you feeling wet and aching and empty. Warmth flooded your body that had nothing to do with the sun shining brightly above your heads, and you wanted badly for Ari to free his cock from his slacks and slide it inside you.
But then the shrieking laughter of children punctured the bubble of lust surrounding you, and you remembered exactly where you were. Shaking your head, you dropped your gaze to the edge of Ariâs jaw while you sucked in a deep breath, focusing on the fresh air beyond the scent of your sugar daddyâs cologne.Â
Ariâs big body eased back, giving you more room to breathe and you ignored the pang of disappointment at the loss of him. Instead, you let the crisp autumn breeze brushing against your cheeks and dancing between your thighs cool you down.Â
After giving you a moment, Ari curled a finger beneath your chin and tipped your face up to look at him. His brows were lowered and his eyes looked at you questioningly.
âDo you still want to go apple picking?â he asked softly, planting his other hand on the hood of his car, as if he needed to force himself not to touch you so you could answer his question. The thought made you smile, and his eyes dropped to your lips, his thumb brushing quickly over the bottom one.Â
âI do,â you said in a light, breathless voice, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. On a whim, you nipped at Ariâs thumb, giving him a smirk when his eyes darkened. âIf you think you can keep it in your pants until later, daddy,â you taunted him, pushing your hips forward so his bulge pressed into your belly.
âYouâre such fucking trouble,â Ari growled before his mouth captured yours in a searing kiss. One of his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into him while the other cradled your head gently, holding you exactly where he wanted you while he devoured your mouth, his tongue sweeping possessively past your lips until you were moaning softly into him.
A loud, clearing throat had you finally breaking apart. Both you and Ari turned your heads toward the sound, finding a blonde woman raising an eyebrow at the two of you before cutting her eyes pointedly to the children beside her. Your cheeks heated and you buried your face in Ariâs neck to muffle a cackling laugh.Â
âApologies, maâam,â Ari called gruffly, raising a hand in a repentant wave.Â
The woman huffed and rolled her eyes, which only made you laugh harder, pressing your face deeper into the warm curve of Ariâs shoulder as you tried to stay quiet. When the woman and her family were finally gone, you leaned back, giving Ari a cheeky grin.Â
âThink sheâs gonna complain about us and get us banned?â you asked teasingly, sliding your hands up Ariâs chest until they rested on his shoulders, trying not to think about how easy it was to touch your sugar daddy so casually. âTell them we were acting indecently in the parking lot?â
Ari laughed, chucking you under your chin gently before ducking down for a quick kiss. âIf she does, Iâll just buy the farm,â Ari murmured against your mouth. âThey canât ban us if I own them.â
Your breath caught in your lungs at Ariâs pronouncement, surprise making your heart leap in your chest. Your sugar daddy had bought you plenty of expensive gifts since youâd started seeing him, but buying a farm so you could go apple picking in peace was on another level entirely. You had to wonder if Ari was serious, but the look in his eye was genuine when he pulled back.Â
âDonât give me that look, darling,â he rumbled, his heated gaze raking over your face, taking in your wide eyes and parted lips. His thumb stroked over your bottom lip, pulling on it ever so slightly to the side, sending a little thrill through your body. âOr we arenât making it into the orchard.â
You closed your mouth, swallowing thickly and bobbed your head in a nod. Then, you slid away from Ari, slipping from between his big body and the car and taking a deep, steadying breath.
Even with the warm September sun shining down on your shoulders, you felt a little cold without Ariâs heat and shivered. But you told yourself you were being ridiculous, shaking off the shiver and turning back to your sugar daddy.
Ari was standing with both hands planted on the hood of the car, his head hanging between them while he took deep breaths. He mustâve felt your attention on him because he lifted his head and gave you a charming smile.Â
âJust gimme a sec, darling,â he said, shooting you a wink before he straightened and dropped his hands to the bulge in his slacks.Â
You tried not to ogle your sugar daddy as he adjusted himself to make his hard length less prominent in his pants, but you knew what was hiding beneath his clothes and you knew how good his cock felt sliding inside you.
A sizzling, delicious warmth cascaded through your body, and you let yourself watch Ariâs big hands adjusting his bulge for a moment before tearing your eyes away and taking deep breaths of the fresh air to clear your head as much as possible.
A moment later, Ari slung his arm around your shoulders and together the two of you walked toward the entrance to the orchard.
It took effort, but you managed not to look down at the front of his pants, sure that if you did, neither of you would make it any further. And you did want to go apple picking. You had so many things you wanted to bake with the apples you were going to pick.Â
Keeping your chin up and your gaze forward, you and Ari walked to the small, squat red building that served as the entryway to the orchard. One side was for folks heading into the field of apple trees, and you joined the line while scrutinizing the size of baskets and crates you could get for picking.Â
Ari let you choose the size, and you picked a decent size wooden basket, thinking that would give you plenty of apples to use for baking. A farm worker explained that your apples would be weighed when you were done, and you paid per pound. Then they handed Ari a map that specified where each apple variety could be found, and the two of you were set free into the orchard.Â
âWhat kind of apples are we picking today?â Ari asked, peering at the paper in his hand while he snagged the basket from you.Â
You leaned into his side so you could read the map, and pointed when you found what you wanted. âHoneycrisp, honeycrisp!â you chanted, letting your excitement overtake you.Â
Ari chuckled, folding the map and tucking it into his pocket before giving you one of his charming grins. âHoneycrisp it is, honeycrisp,â he teased, smoothing his hand down your arm to lace his fingers with yours before he began walking into the orchard.
A shiver of delight raced down your spine at Ariâs gentle, familiar touch and the sweet new nickname. Heâd only ever called you âdarlingâ before, and while you liked the pet name, âhoneycrispâ made you feel closer to your sugar daddy because it was meant for only you. It was something people in a real romantic relationship did, wasnât it?
Your feet stumbled a little before you fell into step beside Ari. Out of the corner of your eye, you looked up at him consideringly, wonderingânot for the first timeâwhat he thought of you. If he thought you were someone worth caring aboutâif he thought of you at all when you werenât together.Â
Your sugar daddy flashed an easy smile at you, and you couldnât help but return the gesture, even as you thought about how difficult he was to read. He was always charming and easygoing, and it made it hard to figure out what he was really thinking, let alone what he was really feeling.
You did your best to push those pondering thoughts from your mind and simply enjoy the walk through the orchard with Ari. You reminded yourself that heâd made it clear he just wanted to have fun with you, so thatâs what you were determined to do: Enjoy the warm day and pick some apples with your handsome sugar daddy.
The honeycrisp section of the orchard ended up being quite busy, with families and groups of friends forming small crowds around all the trees closest to the entrance of the field. You paused for a moment, your face falling in a small frown.
Ari mustâve seen your expression because he tugged on your hand and led you past the crowds, strolling down a long row of apple trees to go deeper into the orchard. The excited chatter of other people faded until you could barely hear them and the farm grew peaceful. Finally, you came to the edge of the orchard, and Ari pulled you to a stop at the end of a row of honeycrisp trees.Â
âWow, thatâs a lot of apples,â you said, peering up at the trees around you. They were bigger and taller than the ones youâd passed that were being picked over by the crowds. Their branches were practically bursting with ripe, red apples, the color swirling with yellow and green as it often did with that particular variety.Â
It seemed no one else had thought to escape the crowds and venture deeper into the orchard, because you couldnât hear anyone else around. It was just you, your sugar daddy and the apple trees.Â
It was so perfect you couldnât stifle the beaming grin that spread across your face.
âShould I go back for another basketâor a crate?â Ari asked, a grin in his tone.Â
When you finally tore your eyes away from the trees and their bounty, you found him staring at you, something like fondness in his gaze. It struck you that Ari had no idea why you wanted applesâyouâd never told him you liked to bake or what you planned to do with the ones you pickedâbut heâd planned the date and was offering to help you pick as many apples as you wanted.Â
A warmth started in your chest, feeling as though it were wrapping around your heart and filling you up with a dizzying amount of sunshine, until your ribs were nearly bursting with it. Your cheeks felt warm, and your face ached a little from how wide you were smiling.Â
When you realized that you were staring back at Ari with just as much, if not more, affection than was in his gaze, you tried to tamp it down, forcing yourself to scoff lightly at his question.Â
âI think one will be plenty,â you said dryly, turning back to the trees and trying to calculate how many apples would fit into the basket Ari carried. Would it be enough for the apple crisp cheesecake recipe youâd been dying to try? You decided it would have to be.Â
âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours, honeycrisp?â Ari asked softly, curling a finger beneath your chin and tipping your face to look up at him. He eased your bodies toward each other and your arms wrapped naturally around his waist.Â
It wasnât until youâd pressed your hands to Ariâs back, your hands settling against the solid muscle of him, that you even realized what you were doing. When you did, you froze, feeling a little spooked by how easy it was becoming to sink into Ariâs casual touches and return them. It felt like there was a growing intimacy between the two of you, and you didnât know quite yet how you felt about it.Â
âHoneycrisp?â you asked, latching on to the one thing you could think to say that would delay you needing to answer Ariâs question.Â
Heâd never asked you what you were thinking before. When he checked in with you, his questions were always more direct, and more specific about what you were doing. You didnât know if he really wanted to know, so you hoped a distraction might work.
Ariâs grin turned a little mischievous, like he knew what you were doing, and he wrapped his arms around you, hauling you up against his large, firm body. He ducked his head and nudged your nose with his, tickling your cheek with his beard until you laughed softly into his scruff.
âIt fits, doesnât it?â he asked in a low, rumbly voice that sent warmth dancing through your body. âYouâre sweet as honey and as delicious as an apple crisp.â He kissed your lower lip, sucking on its plumpness with a slow, deliberate drag that had you nearly moaning into his mouth.
âYeah, I like it,â you murmured when he released your lip, your voice obscenely breathy as your eyes fluttered open. You couldnât remember closing them. Being so close to Ari, having his arms around you and his lips on you, was rattling your brain a little.
âNow, darling honeycrisp, tell daddy what had you thinking so hard about those apples,â Ari rumbled, his voice sweetly coaxing as he brushed butterfly kisses along your jaw. His lips were soft and his beard was coarse, and the contrast of the sensations had you sighing softly and melting further into his arms. âUnless you donât want to tell me?â
There was a thread of uncertainty in Ariâs tone as he voiced the question, like he wasnât sure if he was pushing too hard by asking you to tell him what youâd been thinking about.Â
It was so different to how other sugar daddiesâother men in generalâhad treated you. Theyâd always demanded you tell them whatever they wanted to know, as if they had a right to every part of you.Â
But Ari wasnât like that. Heâd never been like that, and it didnât surprise you that the first time he asked something even remotely personal, he was still giving you the opportunity to sidestep the question if you didnât want to answer. It made you want to tell him all the more.
âI was thinking about what I want to bake with the apples we pick,â you answered, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. âAnd trying to make sure one basket would be enough.â
Ari brushed a kiss to the apple of your cheek, as if thanking you for telling him. Pulling back a bit so he could look at you, he tilted his head to the side in curiosity.
âYou like to bake?â
You felt a little shy in the moment, ducking your head under the weight of his sparkling blue eyes, and nodded. âYeah,â you said shrugging as if it was no big deal. Then, when Ari didnât reply right away, you went on, filling the silence by answering a question he hadnât asked. âI donât usually tell sugar daddiesâthe one time I did, he got weird.â
Biting your lip to stem the flow of words from your mouth, you winced. You werenât sure if Ari had known youâd had other sugar daddies before him, but it felt awkward to acknowledge the fact even if you werenât ashamed of it. Besides, something inside you rebelled against the idea of lumping Ari in with all your other sugar daddiesâhe truly wasnât like anyone else youâd been with.Â
âWeird how?â Ari asked in a tone gentler than any youâd heard him use before. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, but he didnât try to make you look at him, just stroked your skin with his thumb. The gesture was so profoundly comforting that you lay your head on his shoulder and gave a sigh of relief.Â
âOnce he knew I liked to bake, he expected me to bake for him,â you explained slowly, choosing your words carefully. âBut not just bakeâhe bought me an apron and skimpy little dresses to wear underneath it with these ridiculous heels. He wanted me to bake for him andâŚservice him.âÂ
You pressed your face into Ariâs shoulder, remembering the experience and cringing over what youâd let that man talk you into. He was a major reason you appreciated Ariâs boundaries so much. You felt safer, like things couldnât spiral out of your control, with the boundaries your sugar daddy had set in place.
After youâd answered his question, Ari stayed quiet, just holding you, his thumb stroking soothingly over the back of your neck. His big arms felt so steady around you that you couldnât help but take comfort in them, and you went on, feeling safe enough to tell Ari the rest.
âHe took all the joy out of baking,â you said in a small voice. âI stopped seeing him soon after, but he wasnât happy about it.â
Ari exhaled a sharp breath and he squeezed you in his arms, holding you tight for a long moment before he eased up a little.Â
âThank you for telling me,â he murmured, brushing a kiss to your forehead. âI would love to try your baking, but only if you wantâhell, you can come over today and use my kitchen and bake in one of my shirts if you want.â
A relieved laugh gusted out of you, and you were so glad Ari understood that it took you a moment to realize heâd invited you to his apartment.Â
Youâd never seen where he livedâand even though he paid for it, heâd never been inside your apartment either. Ari had always gotten hotel rooms, even for dates in in the city.Â
You hadnât thought much about it beyond appreciating the fact that Ari didnât act entitled to be in your space because he paid for it. But now he was inviting you to his apartment, his space, and you didnât know what to make of it.
Pulling back, you gave him a curious look.Â
âAre you sure?â
Ari leveled you with a look of his own, and though his gaze was serious, there was a hint of amusement in the curve of his mouth. âAre you sure?â he countered, his voice going low and rumbly as he went on. âIf you start baking in my kitchen wearing only my shirt, thereâs a very good chance Iâll eat more of you than whatever you make.â He raised his eyebrows, as if to drive home the lewd insinuation of his statement.Â
But despite his dirty warningâor perhaps because of itâyou only warmed to the idea of baking in Ariâs apartment. It sounded fun in a way it hadnât been with your past sugar daddy and you bounced on the balls of your feet as excitement flooded through you.Â
âDonât threaten me with a good time, daddy,â you sassed, shifting your arms to wind around Ariâs neck. You used your hold on him to keep your balance as you pushed up onto your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his scruffy cheek. âI already know what I want to make.â
Ari chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before pulling out his phone and telling you to pull up the recipe so that he could forward it to his assistant to make sure his apartment had everything youâd need. You did as he asked and handed his phone back to him, watching for his reaction to the recipe youâd chosen.
To your delight, Ari groaned like he was being tortured, his thumb flicking over the screen as he scrolled through the recipe to look at all the pictures.
âYouâre gonna make this?â he asked, before reading out the title, âAn Apple crisp cheesecake?â He made another agonized sound before looking to you for confirmation.
You couldnât help but laugh at his reaction, knowing he was excited despite the miserable noises he was making, and nodded eagerly to answer his question.
Ari shook his head with a disbelieving look on his face and tapped out a message on his phone before pocketing it again. Then he grabbed you around the waist and hauled you against him again.
âYouâre trouble for my pants, honeycrisp,â he muttered, dropping a too-brief kiss to your lips. âFirst you make me hard enough I feel like Iâm gonna pop my zipper.â He trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck in between his words, his mouth and beard tickling your skin while you melted into his arms. âNext youâre gonna fill me up with apple crisp cheesecake until my button breaks.âÂ
You made a sound that was half-laugh, half-moan as you tipped your head to the side, giving him more access to nip and lick at your neck while you clung to his shoulders, your knees going weak from your sugar daddyâs attention.Â
âYou donât need to eat that much cheesecake, Ari,â you wheezed in between bouts of laughter, giggling harder when he nipped playfully at your ear.
âIf itâs as delicious as you, I donât know how Iâll be able to stop myself,â he flirted, kissing the spot just beneath your ear that had you shivering in his arms.Â
âAri,â you said his name on a breathy exhale, and it was a good thing his lips captured yours in a searing kiss, because you didnât have any hope of responding to his compliment. Instead, you showed him how much you appreciated it by kissing him back hard, your fingers tangling in his soft brown hair as you clung to your sugar daddy and made out in the apple orchard.
By the time Ari pulled away to let you get some air, you were breathless and happier than youâd been in a long time. To your own surprise, you felt good about opening up to Ari and telling him about your past bad experience. Heâd made you feel heard and cared for, all while giving you reason to believe heâd never do anything like that to you. He made you feel safe in a way you hadnât with any of your other sugar daddies.Â
Because of all that, you were actually excited to finally see his apartment. It felt like an important step, the beginning of something new, perhaps something deeper, and though there was an undercurrent of anxiety in your belly, you were more excited than anything else.Â
And if you werenât mistaken, Ari looked excited, too. His eyes were looking at you with affection in their depths, and his mouth was curved into a genuine smile.Â
As he grinned down at you, Ari let his hands slide down from your lower back to your ass, groping you through your dress before swatting the soft cheeks lightly.Â
âAlright, honeycrisp, these apples wonât pick themselves,â he teased good-naturedly. âAnd Iâve got a craving for some apple crisp cheesecake now.â He waggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh.
But you forced a serious expression onto your face and gave him a mocking salute. âYes, sir,â you said in a deeper voice, trying to tamp down on the smile that wanted to break free.
You lost the battle when Ari gave a loud laugh, his head tipping back and the sun shining down on his golden face while he gave into your silliness. He recovered quickly, though, looking back down at you fondly as he rumbled, âThatâs âyes, daddyâ, to you, honeycrisp.â Then he slapped your ass a little harder to urge you to get a move on before he finally, reluctantly, pulled away and turned in the direction of the apple trees.
To ease some of the disappointment you both felt, Ari gave you a salacious wink that had your cheeks warming again. You couldnât even blame the September sun on the heat in your face. Your sugar daddy was just so hot, it was hardly even fair.
To distract yourself from wanting to curl up in Ariâs arms and say to hell with apple picking, you snatched up the basket heâd dropped, arching your back and popping your ass to give him a peek at your pussy, then straightened and skipped to the nearest apple tree to start picking.Â
When you chanced a glance over your shoulder, you saw Ariâs eyes were heated and staring at the way your skirt fluttered around your ass, his big hand palming his bulge in his pants. You wiggled your ass for him, turning back around to hide your laughter when his long-suffering groan met your ears.Â
But you couldnât keep your eyes off Ari and you turned your head to watch him out of the corner of your eye, catching him swiping a hand down over his face while he shook his head. Something about the gesture sent your heart pitter-pattering in your chestâwhich only got worse when Ari caught you looking and winked while he adjusted himself in his pants.
You felt giddy as you refocused on the tree in front of you, your breaths coming in soft little gasps as excitement and desire swirled in your core. It took you a long moment to gather your thoughts and remind yourself that you could not jump your sugar daddy in the middle of an apple orchard that was open to the publicâno matter how much you desperately wanted to.Â
With slightly shaking fingers, you began to pick apples, doing your best to pay attention to what you were doing and make sure you were selecting the best fruit you could find. If Ari was going to try your baking for the first time, you wanted your apple crisp cheesecake to be the best that it could possibly be.Â
Ari came to stand beside you, and though you wanted him to put his hands on you, you were happy to see him dedicate himself to the task of picking apples, even reaching up to the branches that were too high for you. In turn, you showed Ari how to check for bruises and other unwanted things in the fruit before adding them to the basket at your feet.
Between the two of you picking apples, it wasnât long before the basket was nearly overflowing, but you were having so much fun, you didnât want it to end. So when Ari asked if you still needed more, you gave him a shy smile and said just a few. You didnât want him to go get another basketâbecause, really, you didnât need that many applesâbut you didnât want the apple picking part of your date to end just yet.
Your sugar daddy seemed to understand your desire to linger because he didnât call you out on the fact that your basket could barely hold any more apples. Instead, he flashed you an indulgent grin and nodded, joining you under the apple tree where youâd been picking.Â
But rather than moving beside you, as heâd stood while youâd worked together, he came up behind you so that his chest was brushing against your back. His hands settled lightly on your waist, loosely caging you in beneath the apple tree with your body facing the trunk.Â
He ducked down so his scruffy, bearded cheek was pressed to yours and pointed to a cluster of apples just out of your reach. âWhy donât you grab one of those?â he suggested, the practiced innocence in his tone nearly making you snort with laughter.Â
You knew Ari was playing a game, you could feel it in the mischievous tension crackling in the air, and you were almost certain it would lead to some sort of naughtiness in the orchard. But your body was wound tight, and you wanted to get up to a little mischief with your sugar daddy, so you decided to play along.Â
âI canât reach, daddy,â you simpered, proving your point by reaching your hand up to show that the apples were too high up, your fingertips only barely grazing the fruit. You used the movement to deliberately push your ass back into Ariâs lap and you had to smother a giggle when you felt the hard ridge of him in his pants.
âLet me help, honeycrisp,â Ari rumbled, and though you couldnât see his grin, you knew it was there by the warmth in his voice. You bit your lip against your own wide smile.
Ariâs hand slid down your side, all the way to the back of your thigh, before he gently grabbed your leg behind your knee to lift it until your foot was planted on a low branch. Then he guided your hips deeper into his lap, where you could feel the long, stiff length of his cock wedging between your ass cheeks through your thin dress.
âCâmon, honeycrisp, reach a little bit more,â he urged, tilting your hips and bending his knees so that his hard bulge was pressed against your bare slit. Then he surged forward, lifting you just a little off the ground while he dragged the thick length of his cock against your weeping pussy.Â
You fell helplessly against the trunk of the tree, the apples forgotten as a low moan slipped past your lips. Ari teased you with his clothed cock, and your spine arched to bare more of yourself to his hard bulge. Craning your neck to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder, you gave him a desperate, pleading look.Â
âDaddy, please,â you begged on a whine, pushing back into his lap and wiggling your ass side to side to try to entice him into giving you something more. Youâd been teasing each other all day, and you were hitting a breaking point. You needed him to give you something.
Ari chuckled, burying his face in the side of your neck, his deep laughter rolling deliciously down your spine and settling between your thighs, until you were pulsing with desire. He curled around your body until he was surrounding you, your smaller form fitting perfectly within the cage of his arms.Â
He reached above you and easily plucked the apple heâd directed you to pick from the spot you hadnât been able to reach and presented it to you. At the same time, his other hand began to wander, groping your soft tits until you moaned prettily again for him.Â
âDoes it pass your inspection, darling?â he asked, urging you to focus on the apple he held in front of you.Â
Truthfully, you didnât care anymore about picking applesâyou had plenty of them in the basket at your feetâbut you did your best to look it over. You turned it over in your trembling fingers, checking for bruises and bugs. Finding it to be perfect, you nodded.Â
âYes, daddy.â
âGood girl,â Ari murmured, taking the apple from your hands and pulling away to set it on top of the pile in your basket.Â
You had to bite back a whine at the loss of him, but he was back against you a moment later, his warmth surrounding you as his arms curled around your body. His hands slid up your sides and cupped your tits, kneading them in his big, strong hands until your head fell back against his shoulder and you let out a soft whimper of need.
âNow is that enough apples, honeycrisp?â he asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.
âYuh huh,â you mumbled, nodding weakly as you arched your spine and pushed your chest into Ariâs hands. He rewarded you by pinching and plucking your nipples through the soft cotton of your dress, wringing a weak whine from your lips. âPlenty.âÂ
âGood,â Ari rumbled, pressing his face into the side of your neck, his mouth licking and nipping at your skin like you tasted as sweet as the fruit youâd been picking, his rough beard making you shiver in his hold. âBecause if I had to see your pretty pussy winking at me from beneath your skirt one more time while you were bending over or reaching for some apples, it was going to drive me fucking wild.â
A low moan slipped free from your lips while one of Ariâs hands skimmed down your front, sliding under the hem of your dress and cupping you between your thighs. His big hand covered your entire mound, which was sticky with your juices.Â
He growled when he felt just how wet you were, the sound reverberating down your spine and making your pussy spasm, more wetness dripping from your slit and into his palm.
âFuck,â Ari ground out through gritted teeth, his voice rough with his own barely leashed desire. âYouâre soaking wet for me, honeycrispâI gotta feel you,â he said, an urgency in his voice as he sank two fingers into your drenched hole, pulling another moan from you. His hips were grinding his bulge against your ass so hard, you could feel him throbbing. âGotta feel this tight warm cunt on my cock, âm not gonna make it back to the carâneed you now.â
âAri,â you whispered harshly, trying to sound angry, but the two syllables of his name came out dipped in desire and you felt your sugar daddy shudder against your back, his fingers working harder inside your sopping cunt, his palm making soft slapping sounds every time he bottomed out. âWe shouldnât.âÂ
Despite your weak protest, you rolled your head to the side on Ariâs shoulder, peering through the branches of the tree toward where youâd left the crowds of other apple pickers. They were still so distant you couldnât hear them over your soft, gasping breaths, but there was no telling when someone might stray from the others. They could stumble upon you at any moment.Â
The only protection you had from wandering eyes were the branches of the apple tree. Thankfully, they were close enough and the leaves dense enough that you couldnât see much beyond Ariâs big body, but if someone came close enough, theyâd no doubt hear you or Ari, and then youâd be caught.
âWeâre going to get arrested,â you scolded in a hushed tone before turning your head to bury your face in Ariâs beard and stifle the moan on the tip of your tongue. He hadnât stopped fucking you with his fingers and your reluctance was ebbing from your body just as surely as your desire was leaking into his hand.Â
Instead of responding to your statement with the seriousness you felt it deserved, Ari simply chuckled against your cheek and used his thumb to circle your clit, making your hips jerk into his hand, your body wordlessly begging him for more while you muffled a whine into the underside of his jaw.Â
âWeâll be fine, honeycrisp,â Ari soothed in a placating tone that made you growl like a feral kitten into his throat, so he switched tactics, his voice going low and rough. âDonât you wanna feel me, honey?â He asked, grinding his hard length into your soft ass until you mewled pathetically. âDonât you wanna drip your sweet juices all over daddyâs cock like a good girl?âÂ
It was on the tip of your tongue to give in. You knew you shouldnât. You knew there was a very real possibility that you could get caught, and it was only your fear of the potential consequences that held your words at bay. But Ari was well acquainted with the fear that held you back, and he knew exactly how to help you break through it.Â
âJust the tip,â he murmured, his voice so warm you could hear the smile in it. âJust take the tip, and stay quiet, and weâll be golden.â He nuzzled your face, his beard rasping over your soft skin and sending tingles of delight all through your body.Â
You knew it was a ploy. You knew that Ari knew that youâd never be able to settle for just the tip of his cockâafter all, you never had before. But it was easier to pretend you could settle for just the tip than to say yes to Ari fucking you in the middle of the apple orchard when there were people not too far away. It was the small step you needed to break free from your fear.
Lifting your head, you looked around. There was nothing to see except dense branches and leaves and endless apples. Ariâs body hid you entirely from sight, and you still couldnât hear anyone else close by, so if you stayed quiet, you really could get away with a quickie in the orchard.Â
A wicked smile spread across your face and you turned your head to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder.
âJust the tip?â you asked, you voice laced with suggestion. You knew Ari was going to end up sinking much more of his cock into you, but you wanted to play along for a little bit. âPromise, daddy?â Your question was meant to sound innocent, but you couldnât help the way the corners of your lips wavered in an eager grin.
Ari chuckled and kissed the corner of your mouth, because he knew exactly what you were doing. âI promise, darlingâŚâ he said, trailing off as he pulled his fingers from your pussy with an embarrassingly wet sound that made him grin. âUnless, of course, you beg me like a good girl.âÂ
âHurry, daddy,â you cooed, wiggling your ass against Ariâs bulge, a teasing smile on your lips as you watched him over your shoulder.Â
Ariâs eyes darkened and then he was using his clean hand to fumble with his belt and fly while he swatted your pussy playfully with his drenched fingers. You gasped and twitched, trying to stay quiet and failing miserably as desperate keening sound slipped from your mouth.
At your urging, Ari wasted no time, shoving his pants open and pulling out his cock, pushing your dress up over your ass and rubbing the tip through your drenched folds. Both of you groaned, Ariâs face falling forward against your shoulder while you grabbed onto the trunk of the tree in front of you, trying to stay upright while your knees trembled.Â
Then Ari was pushing inside, the head of his cock sinking into the warmth of your pussy. The stretch of him was too delicious, and you moaned louder than was wise, but you couldnât help yourself. He felt too good.Â
âWhatâd I say about staying quiet?â Ari rumbled in your ear, right before he shoved his fingers in your mouth. The tart taste of your wetness mixed with apples burst on your tongue and you moaned again, licking wildly at his fingers to get as much of it as you could. âMm, thatâs it, clean up your mess, honeycrispâshow daddy what a good girl you can be.â
Ariâs other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady while he fucked you with just the tip of his cock, pushing into your tight hole and pulling free until the tease of it drove you wild.Â
âMm-oah, mm-oah,â you begged around Ariâs fingers, trying to push back on Ariâs stiff length and take more of him, but he held you still, forcing you to take only what he gave you. You bounced impatiently, the foot that was still lifted on one of the branches shaking it so furiously, the leaves rattled and a few apples dropped to the ground.
âOh, did you want something, honey?â Ari asked, his tone filled with mocking innocence as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. You shot him a half-hearted glare over your shoulder, pouting.Â
âI need more, daddy, please,â you begged, giving him your best desperate, pleading look while you pushed back against his hold, reveling in the way he didnât let you move to take him further. âPlease split me open with your thick cock, daddyâI need it.â
Ari blew out a sharp breath. âFuck, I wanna tease you some more, but I canâtâneed you too bad, honey,â Ari rasped, squeezing your hip while his other arm wrapped loosely around the front of your throat, so the bulge of his bicep was just beneath your chin.Â
âRemember, stay quiet.â His hushed words were your only warning before Ari slammed into you, shoving every inch of his hard cock into your wet, needy cunt.Â
A scream welled up inside your chest, your mouth dropping open as it clawed its way up your throat, but at the last second before it was set free, you managed to bury your face in Ariâs bicep. Your teeth sank into his warm, golden skin and you bit your sugar daddy while you screamed into his arm.Â
His tortured groan was loud, but only because it poured directly into your ear, the sound dripping in pleasure as your inner walls squeezed his hard cock and made room for the thick length of him in the depths of your body.
Bliss consumed you, the stinging edge of Ari pushing inside you so fast and stretching you so suddenly making your body burn all the hotter. Already, your cunt was pulsing around Ariâs cock like you wanted him to stay buried inside you for a long time and you sighed happily, pulling your teeth from your sugar daddyâs arm.Â
While Ari gave you a moment to adjust, his hand kneading the plush softness of your hip, you kissed and licked at the indents your teeth had left in his skin. He chuckled, brushing a kiss against your temple, an acceptance of your wordless apology.Â
âReady, honey?â Ari asked softly, nuzzling your cheek while he rolled his hips, grinding his cock into you in a way that had you moaning again. âThis is gonna be hard and fast. I canâtâI gotta pound your pretty pussy,â he rumbled, his tone almost apologetic with the urgency in it. âGotta feel you dripping around me, squeezing me, milking me.â
His hand shifted from your hip to slip between your thighs, his fingers finding your slippery clit and rubbing the puffy pearl. He grunted when you clenched around him, his fingers stroking you harder and winding your pleasure higher while he rolled his hips, fucking you in short, sharp thrusts.
âFuck, honey, fuck,â he bit out, his breaths heavy in between every word. âTell me youâre ready for me to move.â
âPlease, yes, move,â you cried propping your chin on Ariâs bicep while your nails dug into the trunk of the tree in front of you. You used your grip to brace yourself and push back on Ariâs cock, taking him deeper with every thrust. âNeed you, daddy, please, please, please,â you babbled, your voice coming out strained with the effort to keep it quiet.
âFucking right you need meâjust like I need you,â Ari growled, pulling his hips back and slamming forward, driving into you with so much force, you could hear the soft sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. âYou have the sweetest, tightest pussy Iâve ever hadâbest fucking pussy in the world. I dream about it when Iâm not with you,â he confessed, his words rough like heâd pulled them from the depths of his soul. âDream about pumping you full of my come until your bellyâs bulging with me, honey.â
Your mind reeled at Ariâs confession even as your body sank deeper into his hold. You were still trying to catch up on processing his words but your pussy was clenching around his cock greedily, as if begging for him to come inside you already.Â
In that moment, a singular truth crystalized in your mind: Youâd been deluding yourself into thinking you didnât care for Ariâthat he didnât care for you. It was very clear that Ari did care about you, and you cared about him.
All those boundaries in your relationship, you realized youâd been the one creating them, not Ari. Ari had been patient, chipping away at the walls youâd built around yourself until heâd somehow found his way in. Heâd dreamed about you, and youâd thought he was just another sugar daddy looking to have some fun. Youâd been so wrong about him.
At the weight of your realization, you nearly collapsed against the tree, but managed to hold yourself up, sobbing with pleasure and emotion. Ari seemed to sense the shift in your mood and he slowed his movements, as if he was going to stop, but you shook your head, feeling feral with your need for him.Â
âPlease, daddy,â you cried softly, your voice hoarse with the flood of affection filling your heart. It was emphasized by the feeling of Ari inside you, surrounding you, your body cradled in his arms while he fuckd you like he wanted you to never forget the feel of him. âFill me up, make me your perfect little cumslut, daddy, just keep meâkeep me.âÂ
âAlways,â he rasped, his lips at your temple. The promise in that single word buried deep in your heart, taking root.Â
Something changed between you and Ari, and you knew he felt it too because he started fucking you faster than before, his hips snapping harder against your ass so he could push deep into your cunt with every thrust.
âFuck, honey, âm almost there, are you close?â he rasped, his tone desperate.Â
Your head bobbed in a nod.Â
âUh huh, âm close, just need a little moreâŚâ you trailed off in a whine, trying to push back on his cock and grind your clit against his stroking fingers at the same time.
Thankfully, Ari understood what you were begging for, and he rubbed you harder, his fingers relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure while he rutted into your cunt.
âCâmon, honey, come on daddyâs cock,â he rumbled in your ear, his voice deliciously deep to match his dirty words and push you closer to the edge. âBe a good little cumslut and milk my cock, make me fill your sweet pussy with all my come, honey.âÂ
You buried your face into Ariâs bicep again, your teeth sinking into his skin as you screamed your release. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through your body, until your limbs were trembling and your fingers were shaking against the outside of Ariâs arm, having forgotten when youâd let go of the tree to cling to him.
With a grunt, Ariâs cock twitched inside you, reacting to the sting of your bite and the merciless grasping of your inner walls around his hard length. His hips stuttered, then he started fucking into you wildly, his thrusts falling out of rhythm while he chased his own release.Â
âGood girl, honey, so good, feel so fucking good milking daddyâs cock,â he muttered, cutting off on a deep groan while his cock throbbed inside you.
Ari spilled himself deep in your cunt and you moaned weakly, pulling back from his arm and licking his golden skin to sooth the indents your teeth had left behind. He tasted like salty skin and sweet apples and you hummed in pleasure as you rode out the remainder of your release with your bodies writhing together.
After a few long moments basking in the glorious afterglow of coming together, Ari took a deep breath and shifted his arm, chuckling lowly when you whimpered at the loss of his bicep to lick and kiss. He made it up to you by turning your head and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, pouring all the affection you finally knew he felt for you into the way his mouth moved against yours.Â
When he pulled away, leaving you slightly breathless, Ari leveled you with a serious look.Â
âYou know youâre special to me, donât you, honey?â he asked, using the new pet name that you knew was shortened from âhoneycrispâ.Â
Youâd been too wrapped up in your own head to notice the way it rolled off his tongueâit was an endearment for someone Ari cared about, someone who was special to him, as he said.
Biting your kiss-swollen lower lip, feeling a little abashed that it had taken you so long to realize what Ari felt for you, you nodded. You could feel your cheeks warming, and tried to duck your head, but Ari only chuckled and caught your lips in another kiss, though it was briefer.
When heâd kissed away your anxiety, Ari set about extricating himself from you, pulling free from your body and helping you down from the tree. He quickly stuffed his softening cock back into his pants and then helped smooth your dress back over your hips before doing up his slacks. You turned to him, brushing his hair back from his face and warming at the way he was smiling down at you.Â
Ari had an infectious grin on his face, and you couldnât help but return it, your heart feeling warm and cozy in your chest.Â
The two of you smiled goofily as you helped right each otherâs appearances. Once youâd fixed yourselves as much as possible, Ari stooped down to pick up the basket of apples youâd picked, then grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together and planting a kiss on the back of your palm before heading off back to the farm stand.
As you walked past all the crowds of people, you were certain everyone knew what you and Ari had gotten up to in the orchard, but no one stopped or stared or said anything. They were all too focused on their own friends and families and the task of apple picking to notice you and Ari, or your big, silly smiles.
At the farm stand, Ari paid for the apples, then loaded them into his Lexus before helping you into the passenger seat. He dropped a kiss to your forehead, then rounded the front of the car and slid into his own seat.
You were quiet on the drive back to the city, your mind ruminating over the beginning of your relationship with Ari. When you thought back to your first few dates, you realized youâd been the one who was hesitant to answer any personal questions from your sugar daddyâand youâd never asked any of him. Youâd also been the one to balk at the idea of either going back to his place or your apartment, leading him to get hotel rooms.Â
Ari had been the one to respect your boundaries, even as heâd tried to get to know you better. Heâd tried to ask you questions you felt comfortable answeringâit was how heâd found out you liked apple picking, because youâd chosen it as a fall-themed date. Heâd been so careful with you, it made your heart hurt a little that youâd kept him at armâs length for so long.
Turning from the scenery of the foliage fading into the cityscape of New York, you ran your eyes over Ariâs profile. His expression was easy, relaxed and open, the hint of a smile on his face. Youâd thought he just always looked like that, but you realized it was because he was with you.Â
Reaching across the center console, you scooped up Ariâs hand and laced your fingers through his before settling your joined hands on your thigh. He glanced at you, shooting you a quick smile and squeezing your fingers, before turning back to the road.
By the time the car pulled into the underground parking garage of the high-rise on the Upper West Side where Ari lived, you were resolved to try to let your guard down a little more around him. Ari had shown you he could be trusted with your heart just as much as your body, and you were determined to show him you trusted him with all of you.Â
Still, it was a little intimidating walking into his apartment for the first time, the anxiety that he was only bringing you there because he wanted something from youâsomething you didnât want to giveâwas a knot in your stomach. But then you looked at Ari and you realized heâd never do that to you. He was bringing you to his home because he wanted to, not because he wanted something from you.Â
Ariâs penthouse was warm and cozy, decorated in dark brown wood and warm golden tones, with hints of blue that reminded you of the ocean. You realized you knew Ari was a fan of the beach, because so many of the trips heâd taken you on had been close to the water. Walking into his home felt like walking into a reflection of his heart, and you didnât take that for granted.
After setting down the apples on a table next to the door and stepping out of your shoes, Ari took you on a tour of his apartment, both the upstairs and the downstairs (because it was big enough to have two floors!). He showed you every room, including his bedroom and his study, tugging you into each by your joined hands when you seemed hesitant to enter his spaces.
Ari left the kitchen for last, but the two of you lingered in the living room, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Central Park. Ari wrapped his arms around you from behind, swaying you lightly from side to side, almost like you were dancing.Â
âYou have a beautiful home, Ari,â you said, looking out over the city and appreciating the way the buildings and treetops were cast in the warm, yellow glow of afternoon sunshine. An errant thought crossed your mind, that you could get used to the view from Ariâs apartment. It was stunning.
âThank you, honey,â Ari murmured, dropping a kiss to the base of your throat while his arms squeezed you tighter. He buried his face in your neck, so his words were a little muffled when he said, âI always hoped youâd like it enough to want to come over again and⌠again.â
You could hear in the pause of his words where heâd stopped himself from saying something different, and you wondered over it. But you knew yourself well enough not to ask. If just walking into his apartment felt like a big step, you knew asking him what heâd meant to say might spook you a bit too much, and you didnât want that. So you just hummed in response.
Ari chuckled, like he somehow knew it was taking effort for you to be in his apartment, and he thought it was cute how difficult it was for you. His mouth trailed up your neck, effectively distracting you from your thoughts, before nipping at the edge of your jaw.Â
âWant to see the kitchen now?âÂ
Nodding so eagerly, you nearly head-butted him, you turned in his hold and looked up at him with expectant eyes. Ari gave you an affectionate smile, then grabbed your hand and led the way to the kitchen.
Heâd saved it for last, and when you stepped inside, you understood why. A gasp slipped from your lips as you took in the beautiful space. The color scheme of the apartment carried over to the kitchen, with dark brown cabinets and lighter wood countertops. There was a pop of blue in the backsplash, and all kinds of expensive gadgetry.Â
You were so busy taking everything in, it took you a moment to spot the brand-new stand mixer sitting on the counter in a color that matched the rest of the room. Beside it were some of the ingredients youâd need for the apple crisp cheesecake youâd told Ari you wanted to make and you realized his assistant mustâve already come and gone.Â
Walking over and running your fingers over the sleek mixer, tears welled up in your eyes. It took effort to blink them away, and you shook your head slightly at yourself. It seemed silly to be crying over a stand mixer, but it felt bigger than that, like it was a sign of Ari making room in his life for you. He wanted you there, he wanted to keep you, like youâd begged him to.Â
âEverything ok, honey?â Ari asked, coming to stand behind you, but not touching you, giving you some space while you processed everything youâd realized that day.
âYeah,â you said, your voice thick, no doubt giving away the emotion you were feeling. Before you could overthink it, you spun around and threw your arms around Ariâs shoulders, launching yourself at him for a tight hug. âYou bought a mixer,â you stated, as if that was explanation enough.Â
A soft laugh rumbled in Ariâs chest and he swept a hand down your spine, comforting you while a few tears leaked down your cheeks and into the collar of his denim shirt.
âWell, yeah,â he responded good-naturedly, a smile in his voice. âI did say I wanted you to want to come back, didnât I?âÂ
âUh huh,â you mumbled, laughing a little at his comment. Then you murmured, in a small voice, âThank you.â
âAnytime,â Ari said, sounding genuine.Â
For a long moment, you hugged him, and then you pulled away, swiping at your cheeks to clear away any tears or makeup.Â
âIs the offer still open to bake while wearing only your shirt?â you asked, tipping your head back to smile shyly at Ari while your fingers played with the collar of his button-up. Â
A grin spread across his face while shrugged out of the denim shirt. Then, to your surprise, he yanked his t-shirt off over his head, asking you which one you wanted.Â
You took the denim one with fumbling fingers, your eyes raking over his bare chest while warmth bloomed deep in your core. It wasnât the first time youâd seen Ari shirtless, of course, but you never got tired of looking at the expanse of his golden skin, dusted with dark brown hair that you wanted to rake your nails through.Â
Ari let you look for a moment, using your distraction to help you slip out of your dress. Then he eased your arms into the denim shirt and buttoned it up, his big hands pausing briefly to grope your soft body every few moments.Â
There was a glimmer of deep satisfaction in his blue eyes when he stepped back to look at you in his shirt.Â
âMm, you look so pretty, honey,â he rasped, taking one last look before crowding you into the counter at your back. His gaze darkened as he stared down at you, his grin turning wolfish when he rumbled, âI think I need a snack before you start baking.â
That was your only warning. You shrieked with surprised laughter when Ari hauled you back into the living room and tossed you down on one of his leather couches. Your giggles cut off abruptly in a moan when Ari descended on you, burying his face between your thighs and feasting on you like he was starving.
Your fingers twisted in Ariâs brown hair while he ate your pussy, encouraging you to scream your pleasure in the comfort of his home while he made you come against his mouth. You shattered apart with a loud cry while he fucked you with his tongue, his mouth greedily devouring your release, and the come heâd buried inside you earlier, like he hadnât eaten in days.Â
When he finally pulled away, Ariâs beard was soaked in your juices and he grinned up your body while you lay limply on the couch, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. Chuckling at the sight of you sprawled out on his couch, Ari pressed wet kisses to the inside of your thighs, licking the traces of your release from your skin.
âFuck, honey, I canât get enough of you,â he rumbled, his big hands kneading your plush thighs and hips, proving his point since it seemed like he couldnât stop touching you. The blatant need and desire in his voice sent a shiver racing down your spine.
âIf you keep going, I wonât have the strength to bake,â you warned him in a breathless voice, managing to lift your head enough to give him a stern look.Â
Ari laughed into your thigh, pressing one last kiss to your skin before he raised up and gave you a wink. âCanât have that,â he quipped, grabbing your hands and helping you up off the couch. You stumbled a little, your legs weak from your orgasm, but Ari caught you easily, wrapping his arm around your waist while he led you into the kitchen.Â
Once you were propped up against the counter near the stand mixer, Ari left to retrieve the apples from the entryway. When he returned, you noticed he carried a pair of slippers that matched the ones heâd put on. Without saying a word, he set them on the floor next to your bare feet and carried on to start washing the fruit in the sink.Â
You stepped into the slippers, your heart warming when you realized they were a perfect fit. For a long moment, you stared at Ariâs bare shoulders and broad back, wondering how youâd ever kept such a thoughtful man at armâs length. Well, you decided, once again, you wouldnât be doing that anymore.Â
Turning back to the stand mixer and the ingredients, you organized everything on the counter, going to the fridge to pull out everything else youâd need.Â
To your surprise, you and Ari worked well together in the kitchen. Once he was done cleaning all the apples youâd picked, he asked what he could do next, and you put him to work peeling and coring the fruit while you worked on the other elements of the cheesecake.Â
When it came time to bake, Ari took the pan from your hands and popped it into the oven while you set a timer. Tension crackled between the two of you after the oven had snapped closed, and you came together in a flurry of limbs. Ari guided you back into the living room while he kissed you, his hands making quick work of removing all your remaining clothes.
You rode Ari to another orgasm while the sweet treat baked, the golden glow of the New York City sunset keeping the apartment awash in warm hues that made you feel cozyâlike you were home.Â
Once you were both sated, you collapsed on top of Ariâs chest, burying your face in his neck and nuzzling into his beard. You inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne, vetiver and leather, with a little bit of cinnamon from baking, and melted against him. You wanted to breathe in nothing but that scent for the rest of your lifeâand you refused to let that thought scare you.
Ari pulled a flannel blanket off of the back of his couch and wrapped it around you both, your pussy keeping his cock warm while you cuddled together until the timer went off.Â
You couldnât help but laugh as you watched Ari take the baking pan out of the oven wearing only an oven mitt on his hand. You, meanwhile, stood off to the side with the flannel blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Heâd told you the blanket was highly flammable and insisted you stay clear of the oven with a stern look that made your insides go all gooey.
The two of you made out in the kitchen and made dinner while the cheesecake cooled. All the while, you kept thinking how easy it was to be with Ari, how you could see what your life would be like together. And you liked how it looked. You liked kissing him whenever you wanted and asking him about what movies he liked and what was the last book he read.
After dinner, you ate a slice of cheesecake together, and you couldnât keep your eyes off of Ariâs face, enjoying every little groan and expression of pleasure he made. It was erotic enough that you left the last bite for him, getting to your feet to walk around the table and straddle his lap.Â
He fucked you to another, blisteringly hot orgasm, and laughed only a little when you fell against his chest with an exhausted, but satisfied, sigh.Â
In a soft voice, Ari asked if youâd stay the night, and the hope in his tone made your heart warm enough that you ignored the brief flicker of anxiety the question prompted. You shushed the worry inside you and said yes.Â
Together, you cleaned up the kitchen and then Ari led you upstairs to the bedroom, pausing every few minutes to kiss you, like he wanted to remind himself you were still there.Â
He gave you some of his clothes to wear to bed and showed you where everything was in his bathroom. You couldnât help but notice that he had all of your favorite products, and a spare toothbrush for you. You smiled as you got ready for bed and slipped under the covers with him.
âDid you have a good day, honey?â Ari asked, pulling you into his body and wrapping you up in his arms. You were wearing one of his t-shirtsâa clean oneâwhile he had on a pair of boxer briefs. You hummed happily when your legs tangled together, enjoying the feel of his warm skin and tickling hair against you.Â
âMm, I had the best day, Ari,â you murmured sleepily, the comfort and warmth of his bed making it easy to let your exhaustion creep in. âKiss,â you said, turning your head and repeating the greeting Ari had given you when heâd picked you up.
Your sugar daddy chuckled, the sound rumbling down your spine and making your heart flutter with delight. Your eyes were already closed, but you could feel his smile when he pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips.Â
âDonât worry, honey, Iâll still be here in the morning,â he promised, his words assuaging a fear you hadnât realized youâd felt, and you sighed in contentment.
Everything had changed between you and Ari, and you couldnât help but think it was for the better. You were still a little anxious about opening yourself up to someone, especially a sugar daddy, but Ari had shown you that you could trust himâreally trust him, with all your heartâand you were determined to do just that.
âGânight, Ari,â you whispered into the pillow that smelled like him, a hint of a smile in the curve of your mouth as sleep claimed you.Â
âGood night, honey,â Ari crooned in your ear, his voice gentle and soft and oh so affectionate. âMy sweet, sweet honeycrisp.â
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ă pairing:Â c.san x f!reader
ă genre:Â fluff, smut, angst if you squint really hard
ă warnings:Â friendâs brother!san, female reader, general silliness, stubborn reader, san loves to tease, hes a sweetie too ofc, smut, piv, oral (f. receiving), fingering, pet names (angel, baby, etc.), coworkers, san bites reader one (1) time, barely proofread, unprotected, lmk if i missed any
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ă hello! i am back from the dead with my second fic and second installment in the senses series. i do apologize that this took so long, but i do plan on releasing more stuff soon-ish. i'm working on a longer series, so who knows what'll hapen lol. also! i am cross posting on ao3 now. the user is femdoms, so check it out if you are interested. finally, i just want to say thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy this!
 âGod, I really canât stand you, San! Stop following me, pervert!â
âYeah, whatever, just get in so we can talk,â he yells to you with his arm hanging out the window of his car, an annoyed, yet amused smirk covering his face.
âNo way!â You yell over your shoulder, too embarrassed to face him both physically and figuratively.Â
Really, how could you? Not after you found him with your diary in his hands, reading it like it was his favorite novel. At first, you tried to convince yourself that he didnât see those pages, but the blush on his cheeks told you otherwise.Â
And thatâs why youâre here: running away from San in the middle of the night.
âIâll make you a milkshake,â San coos from the car, causing you to turn your head in interest, âYou know you love âem,â he offers, as if youâre a dog and heâs holding a treat in front of your face.Â
And god damn it, it works.
âFine, but Iâm not talking to you until I get one,â you say, opening the car door and climbing in.
âYouâre talking to me now,â he quips, earning a look from you that he thinks wouldâve killed him if it had the ability.
âAlright, tough crowd,â he murmurs to himself with a dry laugh, hoping to earn a giggle- or at least a smile- from you, but to no avail.
The whole situation was so embarrassing. And degrading, and stupid, and embarrassing-
âStop thinking so much,â he swats at your arm playfully, noticing the clear look of discomfort and sheer, unabashed embarrassment on your face, âyou donât even know what I have to say yet.âÂ
You answer him with a small hum, deciding against giving him a verbal response, because no matter how much youâd like to curl up in a hole and die, youâre still as stubborn as the day San met you.Â
You officially met him the first day you worked at the diner. Your best friendâs family had owned it since the old owners left, leaving the significantly smaller family of four looking for new employees. College debt had already begun sneaking its way into the back of your mind, and Eunbi needed to work with someone other than her nagging parents or annoying older brother. It was the perfect opportunity for you.
âCâmon! Just try it!â The boy working with you begged.
âI already told you, I have trauma with milkshakes!â
San laughed to himself, trying to hide the amusement evident on his face.
âLook, Iâm sorry you found a hair in your milkshake however long ago, but I can assure you that my milkshake is hairless,â he held his little finger up to you, âpinky promise.â
Rolling your eyes, you locked your pinky with his. Your hands lingered together for a moment too long, until San pulled his away to push the drink closer to you.
âSan, you know, Iâm not really a huge fan of chocolate-âÂ
âDidnât you and Eunbi make chocolate cupcakes for your birthday though?â
You freeze, cheeks heating up at his question, unsure if it was the fact that heâd caught you in a lie or that he knew and remembered what you and Eunbi had done for your birthday bringing the blush to your face. Attempting to hide your embarrassment, you shot him a small smirk, gently pursing your lips.
ââGotcha there, honey.â
Ever since that day, San always had a milkshake waiting for you at the end of each shift. And maybe it was that kindness that made you blush, or maybe it was the fact that his eyes smiled along with his lips every time he greeted you. It couldâve been the way he always knew how to make you giggle, but whatever it was, it was clear that youâd fallen for San.
Which is weird. Weird because heâs older than you, heâs your coworker, heâs out of your league, and worst of all: heâs Eunbiâs brother.
Really? How cliche is that? Itâs not even like you could tell Eunbi about it. That wouldâve made everything so much worse. Itâs embarrassing enough to be so head over heels for a guy who just sees you as his little sisterâs best friend, but to have people know about it too? Thereâd be no coming back from that.
And thatâs exactly why you decided to start keeping a diary, or mindful journaling as you called it. That sounded better than keeping a diary.
You originally started it to confess some of your feelings about San. You wrote how embarrassed you were to have a crush on him. You wrote about the milkshakes he made you and the times he defended you against angry customers. You wrote about how stressed you felt about life in general. Your worries, your fears, the moments of your days that you wanted to forget, but your mind wouldnât let you. You wrote about anything you couldnât confess to another person.Â
On particularly late nights full of hopeless pining and horny desperation, youâd write about your fantasies, some involving random celebrities or TV characters, but most involving San.Â
It was nothing too in depth, it was more about how much you wanted just a taste of him. You knew you could never have him for good, but if you could just feel his strong arms around you or his lips on your skin just once, maybe thatâd be good enough. Just a little taste. It felt dirty thinking about him in that sort of way, but who would see it anyways?Â
Little did you know, San himself would.
It had slipped out of your bag. And being the kind, and relatively organized coworker he is, San picked it up to put it back in your bag for you. The way it landed on the floor, though, left it open on its spine with its pages just begging to be read.Â
He wasnât going to read it. That would be an invasion of privacy, and San wasnât that kind of guy. He wouldnât do that.
But when he picked it up, he couldnât help but notice his name on the page. And unfortunately, as it does most of us, curiosity got the best of him.Â
San tried to stop himself, he really did. But, knowing just how eager you were for him put his head in a spin. He just couldn't help but picture you underneath him, with that adorable blush and shy smile that only appears when he starts teasing you. He wanted so badly to hear how you whimper, to feel how warm you are, to see how sweet you taste. He had a feeling you liked him, but he never would've guessed you reciprocated the feeling so strongly.
He saw this as more of an opportunity for you two. He wasnât going to tell you what heâd seen; heâd just confess to you one night. And maybe itâd have to be secret for a bit, but eventually you could be his, and he wanted nothing more than that.
No big deal.
But, as soon as he heard a small gasp from the doorway and looked up to see your eyes welling with tears, he knew that plan was well fucked.Â
San always thought you were pretty. From the moment Eunbi first brought you over, he couldnât help but notice your expressive eyes and beautiful hair. But what he liked most was that shining smile you had. And seeing that heâd wiped it from your face as soon as you walked in, he just had to chase you.
And so, as you sat across from him in a booth in the dimly lit diner, he studied your face: the embarrassed blush and sweaty gleam sheening your forehead, your pouty lips wrapped around the straw of a chocolate milkshake as your eyebrows furrowed.
Even your beauty was stubborn.
He began softly, so as not to scare you, his fingers drumming against the table in a gentle rhythm, âSo⌠do you like the milkshake?â
You looked up at him, an eyebrow quirked, âYeah, itâs good.â
San pushed out a sigh at your icy reply, settling back in his seat as he let his palm fall flat against the table. He knew what he wanted to say, he just couldnât find the words. You broke the silence a moment later.
âLook, we can both pretend like you saw absolutely nothing at all and Iâll ask to work different times of the day so we wonât even have to see each other. Iâm not weird, I promise, I just-â
âShh,â he cooed, grabbing one of your hands, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the back of it, âyou didnât even let me talk yet.â
Sanâs gaze scanned your pretty face for a moment, falling onto those eyes and lips he adored. His heart pounded against the back of his ribs, and yet, you seemed so nervous. Had he read it wrong?
âDid you mean it? What you wrote?â he asked, his voice holding a subtle tone of insecurity. His gaze fell to the table where your hands met, his grip tightening just slightly.
You looked up at him, your wide eyes sweeping over his strong face and your breath picking up. Of course you meant it, but did he want you to mean it?Â
âWhy are you asking that?â you mumble, pulling your hand from his shyly. Your entire face was tinged pink from embarrassment and guilt, so anxious. San couldnât stand it.
He made an effort to grab your hand again, his other hand lifting your chin gently so youâd look at him. He shook your head a little, trying to bring out a tiny smile again.Â
âYou said you needed my face between your thighsâŚâ
Your body went rigid. Out of all the entries, he just had to read that one? You remember writing it after watching him open something with his teeth one day, his jaw flexing as he used his teeth to rip open the plastic packet. Unfortunately, your mind was clouded by unsavory thoughts later that night, and so, into the journal those fantasies went.Â
âIâm just saying, Iâve needed a taste for a while now, too. Just give me a chance. Donât run, please,â he pleaded softly, his grip tightening on your hand ever so slightly. He gave you that look, the one where his eyebrows would furrow so gently and his eyes gleamed softly, a desperation hidden in them. San wasnât one to beg, but he couldnât let you think he didnât like you.
To his surprise, the confession didnât make you smile. Instead, you felt your eyes well up with tears and a heavy weight lift off your shoulders. Slowly, you snaked around the table to Sanâs side of the booth, immediately wrapping your arms around one of his as you cried into his shoulder. He received you warmly, his free hand coming up to pat your head softly with sweet coos leaving his mouth, calming and affectionate.
âI thought you were gonna hate me forever, Sannie. Iâm so sorry,â you sobbed, hiccuping softly, no even noticing your snot blotting Sanâs shirt. Such a mess.
San let out a breathy laugh, guiding your face up and off of his shoulder. He grabbed a napkin from the holder at the end of the table and wiped your nose with it gently, an affectionate air about him. Heâd never seen you so emotional, and though his heart constricted seeing your tears, he was just happy to be the one taking care of you: his precious one. In a way, seeing you so worked up over something he saw as no big deal was endearing. Then again, almost everything about you was endearing to San.Â
He smiled down at you after wiping your nose, mumbling, âPretty girl.â You could feel your cheeks go red instantly, feeling like it was your first time having a crush all over again.Â
He continued, his deep voice soft and sweet suddenly, âI could never hate you. Never, never,â he shook his head a bit, leaning in so that your foreheads were pressed together, âwhat I read only surprised me, but it would never make me hate you. So, donât apologize for liking me. I like you, too.â
You swore your heart skipped a beat as he said that. In fact, it seemed like cardiac arrest would be the next step if he didnât stop looking at you with those soft eyes.
âNever knew you had such a dirty mind,â he teased, rubbing your arm with his free hand gently.
And just like that, your eyebrows furrowed again and you hit his arm gently, too embarrassed to be sappy for long.
âStop that! Itâs not good to hold in all your thoughts, you know. You should write your feelings down,â you scolded, face bright red and lips pouting. San took the scolding at first, but it wasnât much use. He was too focused on how cute your face looked all scrunched up.Â
And, he couldnât deny it. Being scolded was pretty hot.
âThere you go again,â San interrupted, sighing playfully. He couldnât help but tease. You stopped mid-sentence, unsure of what you were even scolding him about now.
âHm? What?â you asked softly, a little pout remaining on your lips.
San giggled a little, his eyes squeezing shut as he threw his head back. It was just too much fun for him. He leaned in closer to your face, close enough that your noses nearly met in the middle, whispering, âYouâre too busy being angry to let me give you a taste of me.â
That cocky bastard. Cocky, and teasing, and sexyâŚ
Your eyebrows quirked up and your cheeks burned even hotter as he leaned in closer, his mouth just next to your ear.Â
âThatâs what you wanted, right? What you wrote in your diary⌠ahem, journal,â he whispered, need dripping from his words.Â
And yet, you were too embarrassed to speak. Or, maybe flustered was the right word. Either way, your brain didnât quite work when San teased you normally, and especially not when his hands traveled to your waist, thumbs pressing into you gently.
âW-well, yes, but it was just a fantasy! I was just imagining! If you read more, youâd see I wrote about celebrities alsoâŚâ you stammered, your hands searching for a place to rest along with your eyes.Â
âOh, so youâre saying Iâm not special?â San asked, biting his lip to hold back a cocky smile.
You gasped a little, hands instinctively finding Sanâs firm chest, âNo, no! I just meant, just,â you panicked a bit, somehow losing your words yet again as San put his hands over yours.
âSo, I am special? Am I special enough to have a taste of you?â San asked softly, still teasing, though there was an undercurrent of seriousness in his voice, something like an invitation.
âI donât know if itâs a good idea, Sannie⌠What would Eunbi think?â You ask softly, eyes round and full of worry. Unintentionally, you leaned further into Sanâs chest, prompting him to pull you into a hug. He cradled the back of your head, petting your hair softly.
âShe doesnât have to know yet. And you can always say no, baby. I know I tease you a lot, but itâs just because youâre so cute when youâre worked up. We can take things slow if you want. Itâs just that journal entry⌠it made meâŚâ San trailed off towards the end, his own cheeks getting pink now.
Softly, you reached up and ran your fingers through Sanâs hair, finally offering him a big smile, âLook at you blushing now.â
San blew a bit of air out of his nose, suppressing a shy laugh. âHow couldnât I blush? The thought of you wanting me that wayâŚâ He trailed off again, voice high and squeaky now that he was being teased. He pulled you close and buried his face in your neck, letting his lips place a soft kiss before he continued.
âI want to hear you say it, angel. Tell me Iâm special and itâs more than just a fantasy. Tell me how you want me,â he mumbled into your neck, using every ounce of self restraint to stop himself from kissing it again.
And, in that moment, months of yearning for, pining over, and wanting San in every way came back to you. Your heart ached a bit, and so did the space between your legs. Everything you had imagined and told yourself was just a dream was coming true. It was true that it would be difficult to hide this whole thing considering Eunbi could read you like a book, but you couldnât let this opportunity go.
âGod, San, I want you in every way possible,â you breathed out, tilting your head back to give him better access to your neck. As soon as you did, he latched on to it, sucking a small bruise into it. You trembled a little, involuntarily letting a tiny whimper cross your lips as you whispered, âBut I really need you to fuck me right now.â
âThatâs all I need to hear, baby. Here,â he murmured, detaching himself from you quickly. He swiftly switched spots with you, leaving the booth seat and pulling you to the edge of it. He kneeled in front of you, one hand on your thigh and the other gripping the table still. Pushing the table towards the other side of the booth, San ran his hands up and down your thighs, eyes pleading and lust filled. âItâs alright if I taste you?â
âPlease, need it so bad, Sannie,â you pleaded as he slowly undid your jeans, pulling them off your legs along with your panties in one fatal swoop. You were already dripping onto the seat and he hadnât even touched you yet.Â
San pressed gentle kisses up your bare thighs, using a thumb to rub gentle circles into your clit. You gripped the top of the seat, already feeling a pulsing need in your heat as Sanâs mouth inched closer to it. His breath tickled the area, making your squirm, but what was worse was the look in his eyes. He stopped just in front of your cunt and looked up at you with dark, lustful eyes. In that moment, you understood San wanted this just as much as you did.
It was true. San couldnât even recount the amount of times he pumped his fist in bed or in the shower thinking about you and your sweet pussy. And as much as it made him blush just thinking about it, he wanted nothing more in life than to bury his face in between your thighs some days, making you squirm and hearing what noises he could pull out of you. He wanted to have you, to know you on a deeper level. And what was more intimate than knowing the way a person tastes?
âPretty,â he murmured into his direct line to heaven, his nose nudging your clitÂ
gently. A long, hot stripe was licked up your pussy, making you twitch expectantly. Instantly, your mind began to grow foggy and your hips bucked, San whispering, âItâs alright, just relax, baby.â
And so, you did. You let your torso fall all the way back against the booth seat and your fingers tangle in his hair, a soft grunt leaving him as he dove in deeper. His tongue swirled around your entrance, dipping inside every once in a while as a quiet hum vibrated against you. He kept up his agonizingly slow pace on your clit with his thumb, savoring that way you tasted on his tongue.
Soon, though, San needed more of you. He needed to see you squirm more, hear you moan just for him. He pulled you even closer to the edge of the booth, another grunt leaving him as he had to pull his face away for a moment. He hoisted your legs up onto his broad shoulders, instantly attaching his lips to your clit, kissing it softly before sucking it.Â
A thick finger found its way inside of you, knuckle deep and wriggling. You squirmed, unable to hold back your noises. Even with just one finger, he filled you up better than youâd ever been before. He added a second finger a moment later, getting familiar with your body inside and out. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched your pussy out, mumbling something about how perfect it was.
âFuck, San, even your fingers are big,â you slurred, back arching up in the air. San answered with another hum against your pussy, one you could tell was a shy giggle. He curled his fingers, letting his lips pulse around your clit now that he could tell you would finish soon. He slowed his pace down for a second, lifting his head to look up at you.
âYou wanna cum? Want Sannie to make you cum?â He asked with a condescending pout, mirroring the one on your own lips. You nodded fervently, but it wasnât enough for San.
âGotta hear you say it, angel,â He furthered, eyes darkening as he held back another sly smile. You whined, kicking your legs gently. San tutted, swatting your thigh gently, âDonât be so stubborn. Just tell Sannie.â
âPlease, San, make me cum. Wanna cum all over your tongue,â you relented, hips bucking back up towards Sanâs face, nudging his chin against your clit. San cooed gently before diving back in. Lapping at your hole, he circled your clit relentlessly with his thumb. He wasnât going to let you cum anywhere but his tongue.
It didnât take long for you to do just what youâd asked for. Suddenly, your entire body began to tingle, radiating from the place between your thighs. Your toes curled and your knees tried to squeeze together, locking Sanâs head in place so that he could lap up every last bit of your essence that was flowing out of you. He made sure he got every last bit, taking his time to lick and kiss every last part of your slick, throbbing cunt.
Eventually, he pried your legs open and helped you sit up, smiling hard at your flushed out face. He swiped his chin with his thumb, bringing it up to his lips before licking off that last bit of you. He sighed, âCould live in that little hole forever, baby.â
You blushed gently, turning away from him shyly, prompting him to sit next to you. He grabbed you by your waist, pulling you onto his lap so your back was flush against his chest. âHey, you canât get all shy on me now. Whereâs the feisty girl I know, hm?â
âHow could I be mean after you just did that to me,â you pouted, making San laugh.Â
âYouâre always mean to me,â he told you dramatically, grabbing your chin and turning your face towards his. Carefully, he grinded his hips up so that you could feel how hard he was. And he was. Just the taste of you had San throbbing, and the only reason he let you cum so quickly was so that he didnât cum in his own pants.Â
You gasped softly, feeling Sanâs cock pulsing against your ass, then again when his thick fingers began circling your clit again. He rested his chin on your shoulder, speaking so softly into your ear, âAnd whatâs really mean is how you made me so hard, I almost came from how good you tasted. You wouldnât leave me like this, right, baby?â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning around in Sanâs lap. His hands went straight to your ass, cupping it and pulling you down to grind against the tent in his pants. Your eyebrows furrowed gently as your hips moved back and forth on him, concentrated huffs falling from your tongue.
âGreedy girl,â he teased, nudging your jaw with the side of his head gently, âyou want my cock in you?â
You nodded, pouting at him, âPlease, San. Need you in me bad.â
San just laughed, guiding your hands to unzip his pants. He lowered his voice, looking down at where your crotches met, âAlright, you can have it. But, you gotta do the work now. You really tired me out there before.â
You whined again, this time out of pure exhilaration. Wasting no time, you unzipped Sanâs fly, yanking down his pants and boxers as best as you could. His cock sprung out, hard and red, begging you to take it.
But first, you giggled mischievously as you gave it a few pumps, enjoying its weight in your hand. San groaned, throwing his head back and cursing under his breath. It didnât take long for him to grow impatient. He grabbed your waist and guided you to sit up better, right above his manhood.
You moved your hips around just to antagonize San as heâd done to you so many times. He let out a frustrated groan, burying his face against your neck yet again, kissing it softly as he pleaded, âCmon, baby, donât make me crazy here.â
âWanted this for so long, Sannie,â you breathed out as you finally sunk down on him, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. San chuckled, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
âI know, baby, read all about it,â he smirked, that smug look on his face melting into a lovesick smile as you swatted at his chest. He couldnât help but suck another bruise into the side of your neck before chiding, âJust teasing you, been thinkinâ about this for a while, too.â
He rutted up into you, hungry and needy, filling your slick heat completely. Your body twitched with each thrust, languid and deep, Sanâs silent confession. He was savoring his meal, taking it slowly and enjoying it wholly.
The only sound in the room was that of skin on skin, Sanâs hips snapping up into yours. He knew just the spot to hit inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, prompting San to speed up. The two of you, hungry and desperate to cum, moved together in a near perfect harmony.Â
âFuck, this pussy was made for me,â San stuttered, trying to keep himself inside you, but it was hard with your bouncing and his thrusts, not to mention the wetness you spilled each time he left your body for a moment. San grunted in your ear, biting down on your shoulder a moment later. He was close. It didnât help that everytime he thrusted up into you, you let out the sweetest sounds. San wanted to listen to them all the time, but even the thought of doing this again with you made him harder.Â
Honestly, his cock kept getting harder with each second it spent inside you. You were so warm, so tight. San was normally a patient man, but it was hard to take his time with you.
You couldnât be helped either. As soon as he sunk his teeth into you, you came all over him. Wetness poured out of your cunt, coating San as you cried out his name. He followed suit soon afterwards, pulling out and cumming on your thigh. Quickly, San pulled you into a hug, still heaving as a big hand came up to cradle your head.Â
For a few minutes, the two of you sat together, your form still tucked into Sanâs warm embrace as he rocked you back and forth. You both tried to regain your breath, but every little touch made either one of you gasp softly before you turned your head the other way, embarrassingly lovesick.Â
San was warm, physically and figuratively. Sweat dripped off his forehead and fell onto yours, but you couldnât care less if it meant being held by him. It was strong, secure, surreal⌠it was everything you had written about before. There were days when all you needed was a firm hug, to be held without the fear of falling, somewhere warm and safe. San was all of that, and you could feel it now. It wasnât just something you wrote about anymore. It was real.
San noticed the face you made when you were thinking and his heart rate picked up. Was it not good? Did he disappoint you? He nudged your head with his shoulder, pouting, âWhatâs wrong? Was it not good?â
âWhat? No! It was amazing, I just⌠I like you a lot. And I like that I donât have to imagine things anymore⌠Well, that is if you want to continue this,â you trailed off, blabbering embarrassedly. Maybe all he wanted was a hookup. Uneasiness settled into your features while amusement settled into Sanâs.
âSilly girl,â he scoffed, enamored by everything you were, âDo you want to be my girlfriend?â
Your eyebrows shot up and your heart fluttered. You were never one to get so worked up so easily, but San had a way of making it happen. You cleared your throat, trying to regain some composure.
âDo you want to be my boyfriend?â you mirrored, acting coy now. San cupped your face, dimples on full display as he smiled at you, meeting your gaze. He leaned in and gave you his first real kiss of the night. Your lips molded together perfectly, Sanâs tongue swiping across your lower lip occasionally. You felt his warm cheeks against yours, which made you giggle sweetly. Sanâs heart melted.
The boy pulled away a moment later, letting his forehead rest against yours, âDoes that answer your question, baby?â
You snorted in response, shaking your head bashfully. You wanted to hear him say it. San rolled his eyes in response, his hands moving down your back to rest on either side of your ass. Still, he smiled and whispered, âYes, I want to be your boyfriend.â
You sighed sweetly, unable to hold back the big smile on your face. San delivered a little spank to your ass, playful and teasing, âHappy now?â
You nodded, allowing a little squeal of excitement to leave you. âVery happy, Sannie. Very happy,â you whispered back, laying your head on his shoulder to look around the dark diner.Â
Just then, your eyes spotted a little red light up in the corner of the diner, seemingly connected to a security camera. You jumped, whisper yelling at San, âFuck! Fuck, the cameras, San!â
San jumped as soon as you did, following your gaze up to the security camera. He mirrored your panic for just a moment before pulling you further into the booth, pulling his jacket off to cover up your still bare bottom half.Â
And just as you thought you were going to have a heart attack, San laughed, and somehow, the uneasiness melted away. He ruffled your hair playfully, moving you off his lap and onto the seat before zipping his pants back up. He stood up, leaning down to your level, âI'll go take care of it, honey. Just clean up and get dressed. And finish your shake,â he told you, motioning to the table where your half empty, half melted chocolate shake sat.
But as soon as he turned around, he turned back and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before scurrying off to the office, ready to delete the footage. You couldnât help but smile knowing San would take care of it. What a dream boy.
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Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Two best friends alone in a roomâŚnothing will happen, right?
Warnings! Perv!Spencer! Masturbation! Panty stealing! Oral! Fem receiving! Unprotected sex! Degrading! Praise! Barely proofread
Dividers by @cafekitsune
âSo. You waiting for a certain cute brown haired boy to return?â Garcia quipped as you tapped your pen against the desk. You rolled your eyes at her while the blonde gave you a smirk with her pink painted smile.
âFor the last time, heâs my best friend. Thatâs all. And yes Iâm waiting for him to get back. Heâs been gone for almost a week and weâve had to reschedule movie night three times.â You grumbled as you crossed your legs.
âThree times? Reid never misses those. Everything okay?â Garcia asks with a sympathetic look and you sigh.
âYeah. He was on a date the first time. The second time he fell asleep and the third was a date again.â You tried to keep your voice as casual as possible but your friend senses the hidden pang of jealously threatening to come out.
âWell-â She began and then her expression turned when she saw something above you. You shifted in your seat and saw the agents exiting the elevator.
Hotch gave you a curt nod, Rossi gave you a smile, Emily and JJ waved while Morgan winked at you. You bit your lip in anticipation as you finally saw Spencer walk out. His floppy waves were flicked out of his face as he jerked his head and flashed his eyebrows at you in a greeting.
You stood, shoes padding the carpeted floor as your work pants flowed against your thighs. âHey Spencer. Everything okay?â
âYeah! Sorry I havenât really been able to check in with you. Kidnapping cases are a race against time and the unsub happened to be a woman.â You nod as you withhold the urge to hug him but he shifts beside you and leans against your desk.
âA woman? Thatâs not common is it?â
âStatistically speaking-â and then he was rambling. You bit back a smile and listened contently as Spencer caught you up on the case.
Several seconds went by and you cleared your throat, signaling him to slow down. âI know youâre probably worn out but would you want to join me for movie night?â
Spencer nods rapidly. âYes! Sorry Iâve had to reschedule a few times. Whatâs on the watchlist tonight?â He extends his elbow and you wrap your hand around it.
âHmm, you pick. Since itâs your first day back.â You smile at him as he leads you both to clock out.
Spencer Reid was a man with reasonable amounts of self control but every single time he came into your apartment, he couldnât prevent himself from sneaking a pair of panties into his pocket. It was completely off limits. You were his friend and didnât look at him that way. You were a gorgeous, sensible and caring woman but he couldnât possible be your type. Derek Morgan was someone heâd always pair you with. Someone with more confidence. Except now, he was searching for a pair of underwear in your room while you made snacks in the kitchen. You had changed into an oversized evil dead t shirt and shorts. Knee socks to top it all off and all Spencer wanted to do was rip them off and have his way with you but heâd settle for licking a strip in the middle of your thong.
He couldnât imagine what the real thing tasted like. A pretty pussy hidden away in those little outfits you wore everyday at work. Spencer also had a habit of jerking off hidden away in an office, his dick painfully hard whenever he imagined fucking you.
His car was another spot, where heâd moan your name over and over again picturing your mouth wrapped around his cock. Youâd wear the prettiest lipstick too and heâd catch peeks of a pink tongue whenever you ate something. Spencer almost felt like a dog with how pathetic he was for you. Yet he couldnât admit it to you. His shyness won over every time. He even lied about dating. He just didnât want you to think he was completely incapable of having a relationship but no one could ever replace you.
âSpencer? You okay? You coming back?â You called from the other room and he quickly straightened. Pulling your panties into his pocket and shuffling out of your bedroom. He smoothed a hand over his hair and hurried to sit down on the couch.
You held two bowls of popcorn, candy and a few other items with your hips swaying as you plopped next to him. âYour food sir.â Spencer had to swallow painfully at the term and the way your voice sounded saying Sir.
âThank you.â He replied and shifted his body slightly away from you to hide his hardening dick.
You both watched in silence but Spencer caught glimpses of you and the way your body filled out your clothes. He wanted nothing more than to let his hands and mouth cover every each of you. It was almost unbearable.
âHow was your date?â Your sudden question alarmed him and Spencer jerked his head towards you.
âWhat?â
You raised your brows. âHow was your date?â You repeated and he shrugged.
âOh. itâs alright. Donât think itâs anything worth sharing about.â He kept it short and you both fell again into quiet.
You reached over and turned down the volume. âI missed you, Spencer. It feels like itâs been so long since weâve gotten to hang out.â You gave him a slight pout with doe eyes and he wanted to fucking groan. His brown irises darkened as you nudged him with your knee. âItâs been really lonely without my favorite nerd.â You gave him a little smirk and he scoffed.
âIâm the nerd? Youâre the only person who understands my rambles so clearly Iâm not the only one here.â He retorts and you chuckle.
âOkay, okay, Iâm a secret nerd.â You hold your hands up and he points at your shirt.
âAnd youâre the one who lives in shirts like that! Who else knows different seasons of Star Trek than you?â You grin and laugh fully.
âAlight! You win!â
Spencer didnât know what came over him but he leaned in closer and rested his hand on either side of your legs. âAs usual.â
You donât back away. Instead you dip your head down. âDonât get cocky, Spencer. This is a one time surrender.â
The way your mouth moved. Your eyes having a glint and the way your thighs clenched together. Spencer couldnât take it anymore. âYouâre going to be surrendering a lot more. Youâre just too much of a brat to give in right away.â
To his deep surprise, you surged forward and leaned your weight on him, moving him on his back on the couch. âOh yeah? Well I can still pin you down, agent Reid.â
Spencer felt like his dick was going to explode in his god damn boxers as you hovered above him, necklaces dangling over his face. âThatâs because I let you win.â He replied breathlessly and you squeezed him with your thighs.
âThen donât.â You whisper and glance at his lips.
He caved in and caught your mouth in a soft kiss, his emotions clouding over him momentarily before he pulled back. âWas that okay?â
Instead of answering, you meet his lips again harder with a sigh and Spencer moans. His hand move to cup the back of your head and your leg as he adjusts you to straddle him fully. Your fingers trail over his torso then his hips and you feel a lacy material sticking out of his pocket. His eyes shot open as he felt you pull out the pair of stolen panties.
Your face is heated and your lips are glossy. âSo youâre the one who took my favorite pair. Youâre fucking perverted, Spencer. Playing the âgoodâboy act pretty well.â
Something broke in him and he lifted you up, manhandling you on your back. âIâm fucking perverted? Youâre the one walking around wearing those. You wanted me to take them and you wanted me to notice you. Donât act so innocent. Canât believe you actually bought the date story.â He growled and you were shocked at his sudden show of aggression and youâd only heard him swear a handful of times.
Spencer peeled off your shorts and saw your bare cunt. âGod, let me fucking taste it please.â He begged and you nodded rapidly.
Moving downward, he held your knees apart and buried his face in your center. His tongue lapping at your clit with a deep groan before slipping it into your entrance. âYouâre so sweet, better than I could ever dream.â You felt him press two fingers in, curling them as he paid attention to your clit again. Spencer focused on eating your pussy like a starved man and he grinds down on the cushion.
He was about to bust in his underwear from the sounds you let out. Desperate little cries and whimpers as you claw at his hair, rolling your hips to keep him in place.
âIâm gonna cum,â You whisper and Spencer nods against your cunt.
âLet me have it. Give it to me. Please,â And your climax hits you like a wave and you pant heavily.
Spencer follows suit and spills into his pants, his motions briefly stalling as he tongue fucks you through it.
âNeed you to fuck me, please, Spencer.â He didnât have a fucking chance from your pleads as he shuffled up and smashed his cum coated lips against yours in a bruising kiss. He shoved his pants and boxers off, his cock throbbing.
Spencer presses himself deep inside you, filling you to the brim as you wrap your legs around his waist and your hands grip his shirt.
He humps into you like a feral animal, âFuck, your pussy is so tight. Can barely move.â You whine and clench around him harder and he thrusts.
âI want you to cum in me. Please, donât stop and cum in me. I want to feel you, god, Spencer Iâve needed you. Fucking myself isnât enough.â
âTalking like a whore already?â He grunts, âDonât worry Iâm gonna breed this perfect little pussy and then eat it out after Iâm done.â
You reached your second orgasm and your eyes squeezed shut but Spencer wasnât having it. âNo open your fucking eyes, I want you to look at me when I cum in you.â Your eyes spring open as Spencer slaps your clit and you feel ropes of his cum coat your insides. âShit-â He grits out and buries his head in your neck and you feel his open mouth against your skin.
You tremble with aftershock for a few seconds before he pulls down, pumping himself and gestures with his fingers âHands and knees, Iâm gonna lick it off.â
You obeyed him, ass up in the air as he gave it a smack and buried his face again in your cunt. His tongue tasting both of your arousals with a throaty moan.
Youâd have to talk about this but that could wait until after he was finished cleaning his mess.
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(red: Miguel)
(summary: you caught Miguel in his office rutting, and he asks for help. only for you to find out another defect of his spider DNA)
CW: monster fucking, aggressive sex, biting, clawing, licking, uses of degrading names, 2 dicks, slight choking if you squint, edging, anal.
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12:46 PM.
You just had gotten done on a mission with Peter B, walking down the lobby halls and squeezing past a couple of the other members with an empanada in your hand.
You'd popped into the cafeteria, grabbing two empanadas (one of which you'd already eaten by then) and the second one for Miguel.
Miguel and you have never really spoken since you first were recruited, but sometimes he'd make small talk that surprised you considering he'd never really talk to anyone. So you thought it would be nice to bring him some lunch as he's locked up in his lab as usual.
You make your way down Sector 4, getting in the elevator as it goes up and you keep your hands around the empanada container, making sure it stays warm.
The large doors finally open as you get to the top, walking down the hall and past several big machines from Miguels projects, the lights dark as usual.
The closer you got to the main part, the heavier the buzzing sound in your head became, your spider senses tingling but you ignored it, assuming nothing could possibly happen.
But then you get to the end of the hall, leading to the main part of the lab and you see Miguel hunched over his desk, helplessly and aimlessly humping the side of a table.
His face was a flushed mess, biting his bottom lip with his eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to have some sort of relief underneath his suit.
His grunts and whimpers fill the lab, as he claws and bites at the desk, humping repeatedly.
Your eyes widened, an unexplainable knot twisting in your stomach but in a... good way?
You go to take a step back but by the time your heel had lifted off of the ground he was already standing up and glaring at you.
"what are you doing here.?" he snapped
You didn't know what to say, so you just held up the empanada in the small cardboard container.
"... empanada." you mumbled, your eyes still wide.
His platform was already on the ground, so he was in front of you within seconds. His eyebrows scrunched together and with every breath he took he let it out in a small growl.
"um... here." you say shakily, putting it to his chest as if you expect him to take it.
but instead he grabs your wrist, the empanada falling out of your hand and he yanks you closer, absolutely staring into your soul.
"don't want it." he says in a low voice and tilts his head, leaning closer and he... sniffs?
your eyes widen and you feel his breath behind your ear as he smelled you.
"help me." he whispers, his tone making you wanna get on your knees right then and there.
"with what?" you say trying to keep your voice less shaky than before.
"what season is it cariĂąo?" he mumbles, his other hand moving around you to the small of your back as his other hand keeps hold of both of your wrists.
"summer?" your tone is confused and he sniffs the crook of your neck.
"breeding. breeding season." he grumbled. oh. he was rutting. it all made sense now, the behavior change, humping his desk, smelling you, you must've forgotten he was 50% spider. but now it made sense and you were horny just from watching him for those 15 seconds of the humping so how could you say no?
"what if we get caught?" he took that as a yes, immediately biting slightly into your neck and ripping the crotch out of your spider suit.
"h-hey!" you said and he got on his knees, ignoring you and pulling your legs apart as he stuck his tongue in between your folds.
you almost fell backwards, and he held you by the waist and aggressively moved you over to the wall, pressing you back against it and he pulled your legs over his shoulders and stayed on his knees. his tongue desperately lapping at your clit, sucking and slobbering all over your already wet pussy.
"you're gonna be so good to my cock." he mumbled into you, the vibrations making you whimper and put your hands in his hair.
his hands clawed into your thighs, digging into the skin slightly and the longer he desperately ate you out, the tighter the familiar knot got in your stomach.
"f-fuck Miguel I'm gonna-" damn it.
the knot painfully faded away, Miguel had already stood you back up and was cleaning his face off with his tongue after denying you to cum.
"you're here for ME hermosa." he hissed, grabbing your chin and hunching over you.
you just nodded, and he turned you around and pushed you against the wall
he buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent.
then he pulled down the neck of your spider suit, revealing your skin and he licked from the crook of your neck to the back of your ear.
your eyes widened and you looked at him, his eyes were closed and his face was flushed but still buried into your skin.
it was... cute. but that cute thought immediately was yeeted to another side of your head when he opened his eyes and grabbed you, hoisting you over his shoulder and he walked back to his platform and slammed you onto the desk.
before you could even say anything his suit dissipated, revealing his toned body and muscles which were even hotter underneath the suit but further down, two rock-hard (at least 10 inch) dicks were staring right at you.
"I'm gonna fuckin ruin you." he growled, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.
"tw- how- huh?" you couldn't even get the words out, looking down at his monster cocks.
he rolled his eyes and squoze your chin harder
"it's a defect. 50% spider dna. remember? spiders have two reproductive organs, so I get two dicks." he snapped
you looked up at him, wide eyed and you didn't even know how he was gonna fuck you.
"and you're gonna take it like the whore you are."
you didn't know what to say, but the thought of two dicks absolutely ruining you like that sounded like the best thing ever.
you nodded, and he flipped you onto your stomach and positioned himself behind you, arching your back with one arm under your hips and the other arm around your neck with his face in your shoulder.
you whimpered, the two heads of his cocks poking against your entrance and your anus.
he stuck his fingers in your mouth, still not putting his dick in.
"suck." he commanded, and you wrapped your tongue around his thick fingers and started sucking.
the position was uncomfortable, bent like a pretzel but that's how he liked it. that's how you liked it.
without warning, he bottomed out. a loud squelch followed by a shriek from you and a groan from him entering the air.
you squeeze your eyes shut, your hand reaching up and grabbing onto his arm that was around your neck.
"god you're so tight..." he groaned, thrusting in and out without giving you time to even adjust to the monster cocks filling both of your holes.
"you were made for me. you're my whore." he whispered in your ear, licking your jaw as he thrusted mercilessly into your holes.
you moaned loudly, your hand clawing at his arm and your mouth sucking harder on his fingers.
the sounds of skin slapping, squelching, groaning, whimpering, and moaning were the only things you could hear. the occasional degrading things or sweet nothings Miguel would whisper into your ear made your brain go foggy.
you could feel him everywhere. he was all over you, and inside you. you swore you could feel every single vein on both of his cocks.
next thing you knew you'd came 4 times and he had 3. he was a whimpering mess, biting your shoulder and fucking you at the same relentless pace as he was before even if the overstimulation was killing him.
"I'm gonna get you so fucking pregnant baby.." he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and biting into your neck.
"you wanna have my kids? Yeah baby?" he cooed, even if he knew you couldn't answer.
your jaw was slack, eyes rolled into the back of your head and your pussy and anus still milked his cock for more cum.
"mm you're so good to me cariĂąo." he muttered, both of your guys cum dripping out of your holes.
"so so so good. God I love this pussy... I'm gonna make you a mama and use you like a whore everyday." he ranted, his face red and his eyebrows scrunched in concentration of cumming just one more time.
his hips stuttered, his pace faltering and it was a familiar thing by now.
"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-" then his 4th load of warm seed was shot into your holes, making you moan and he pulled out with a squelch.
he collapsed onto you, his arm slipping out from underneath your hips and out from around your neck and the only sound you could hear now was his soft breathing.
you'd thought you'd died, the white stars fading away from your vision and you laid your head on the table.
"fuck..." you sighed, and he slowly sat up and covered himself with his suit.
"I'll make note to call you next time." he muttered, helping you off of the table and he just tossed you a tissue.
you stood up, cleaning yourself off with the tissue but with the amount of cum coming out of you it wasn't enough and you could barely even stand.
he looked at you, then walked past you to his holographic screens.
"take a plan b." he said without even looking at you.
"um... okay."
"and I'll have Lyla make you a new suit."
you nodded, then left and got in the elevator. hoping that you would be able to run fast enough so nobody saw your ass and pussy hanging out, but the idea wasn't that bad, leaving the empanada long gone and forgotten about, cold in it's box.
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but thank you to @pissjuicencumballz for the idea.
SEE YOU ALL OCT. 2!!!
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Trigger Tease(r)
Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Before his morning briefing, your mob boss husband decides to take a pit stop in the sauna with you.
Warnings: 18+. Oral (f!receiving). Gentle fingerfucking. Praise and degradation. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Bucky talking you through it. Bimbofication if you squint.
Notes: @sluttylittlewaistenthusiast - you inspired me 𪽠I just had to crank out a little teaser for the third installment of Wedded Bliss. I hope yâall like it đ
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In between breakfast and the start of your husbandâs early briefing, you found yourself situated in much the same way youâd been spending a lot of time these days: pinned up against the wall of a wood-paneled sauna, Buckyâs broad shoulders supporting both of your legs as he buried his face deep between your thighs. You sighed.
âHold still,â Bucky grunted, voice muffled as he tried to keep your slick, squirming body in place above him.
You yelped and seized a fistful of his hair when he wedged his tongue even further inside you, nudging your clit with his nose almost too teasingly and deliberate.
âI canâtâŚhelp it,â you bit back, ignoring the brief glare you earned from your husband as soon as you said it, âYour tongueâs just soâ sâ James!â
This time, Bucky let out a full-throated groan when you yanked on those poor wet locks of hisââGonna make me bald by next Christmas if you keep doinâ that, honeyââand he pried his head from your legs just long enough to knock you flat on the sauna bench close by.
The western red cedar seared hot on your skin, already flushed from the exhaustion wrought by Buckyâs tongue; you hardly had the strength to hold yourself up when he pushed you onto your back and crawled over your body.
âHow âbout my fingers, doll? Can you take a coupleâa those for me?â Bucky crooned above you as he stroked your hair, bathed in pure sunlight pouring in from the windows. His voice was a touch more sympathetic now.
After all, this was your third orgasm of the morning. It really wasnât fair for him to use that biological weapon of mass destruction he liked to call his tongue when he knew how sensitive your clit would get from just one âOâ. Even his hands might be too much in your current state.
Bucky was busy peppering your skin with kisses, working his way from the base of your neck to the crown of your head, when you whimpered and tried to fight a smile.
âFinger,â you corrected him, âJust one finger, Barnes.â
You wouldâve thought youâd just thrown your wedding ring in his face and told him to eat shit. Just one?
âHowâs one finger sâposed to stretch you out for my cock, huh? Practically had you screaminâ when I stuck it in last night,â Bucky wasnât one to hide his amusement, grinning even bigger when you swatted him on the arm.
âWho said anything about your cock?â You tried to keep cool as Buckyâs fingers trailed right back down to the place you felt yourself throbbing, aching for his touch, âYou have a meeting in ten minutes.â
âMeeting doesnât start until I say so, my love,â Bucky reminded you just as his index ghosted over your folds.
In truth, he was willing to play this game any way, and for however long, you wanted it done, so long as he was the one bringing you pleasure. Be that his cock, his finger, or all fucking five on one hand, Bucky just wanted to get you off. It was better sustenance to him than the whole damn meal the two of you had eaten that morning.
Bucky kept it down to one digit and lightly circled your bundle of nerves when he sensed you were ready.
You gripped his forearm and shot a quick look between your legs, still in disbelief as to how he could make you feel this good so soon after youâd cum twice before. You felt his lips drift over to yours and steal a few kisses.
âAlways doinâ so good for me,â Bucky praised, moving his finger in circles. When you whined against his mouth, he pressed it even harder, âSuch a good girl for daddy.â
âJames,â you breathed, clenching your legs together.
âEverything OK?â
âUh-huh.â
More than OK, in fact. That delectable coil of sweet, euphoric release was already swelling gently in your tummy. Bucky moved his finger even faster.
âTell me how it feels,â he murmured low in your ear.
Bucky loved seeing you try to articulate your feelingsârelatively fresh and new to your world, stillâwhile he was giving you pleasure. Adored the way you winced and whined and arched your back into his touch as a whole blustering hailstorm of sensations crashed over you.
He sank his tongue in your mouth as he kissed you, as if trying to extract the words from between your lips. Your response, in consequence, came somewhat stifled.
âMmâ feels so, ohââ Your voice broke off in a moan when Bucky tightened his circles, ââso good, daddy.â
âWanna show daddy how good and cum for me?â
Bucky knew by the way you were whimpering under his hand that the tendril in your stomach had almost tripled in size. It wouldnât take much to tip you over the edge.
âMy sweet girl,â he said, rubbing your cunt at the same time he was stroking the back of your head, gently, âFeels so nice down there, doesnât it?â
You rolled your hips against the bench and nodded. Your breaths were short and ragged, panting helplessly into Buckyâs mouth when he adjusted his hand just a little: pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit, with his index moving down to your entrance. Pushing inside you.
âAnother,â you choked, not thinking.
Bucky met your desperate gaze and nodded, knowing this was exactly what you needed to make it over the precipice.
Still, he wouldnât be Bucky if he didnât tease just a bit.
âI thought my wife wanted one finger,â he hummed, brow pinching inward.
âNo, no.â You couldâve shrieked when he curled the digit, âWant moreâ Bucky, please, please, I need more.â
Again, your husband appeared to nod in understanding, but his fingers didnât budge. He worked his thumb a little faster and watched you writhe on the seat beneath him.
âHow many, honey? Donât wanna hurt my baby.â His words were all kindness, it seemed, but his tone laced with shameless condescensionâthe kind that said, yes, I know you need this, and no, I wonât indulge you just yet. Bucky was the worst when he wanted to prove a point. You couldâve ripped at his clothes and torn them in two if you werenât both stark naked and shrouded in steam.
You opted to pull at his hair instead.
Bucky winced, but the smirk never left.
âI said how many?â he pressed again.
âThree. Four.â Fuck if you knew.
Your husband raised both eyebrows and hummed, a single finger still plunging in and out of your cunt in quick succession. He teased the tip of another at your entrance and smiled even more when you whined.
âNeedy little thing, isnât she?â
âBuckyââ
âJust wants to fuck daddyâs hand to get herself off, hm?â
Bucky didnât bother to mask his sweet, degrading tone any longer as he talked down and teased you to no end. It drove him half-insane to see you squirm around, rut your hips, let him say the filthiest fucking words he could conjure up, and just bob your head to whatever he said. His impeccant wife and her insatiable needsâBucky couldnât even begin to express how turned on the sheer dichotomy got him. He stared in your eyes, all glossy and soft, and felt his cock stand even more rigid on his belly.
He didnât give a shit if heâd taunted you enough or not; he just shoved his middle and ring fingers alongside the first and clenched his jaw to start fucking you hard with all three.
Your whole face contorted with pleasure, tinged with the faintest shade of discomfort at the tail end of it. Youâd forgotten how big his fingers felt all together.
âBucky,â you whined, mindlessly clawing at the wrist that was moving back and forth, fast, between your legs, âB-Baby, slowâ slow down a little.â
But Bucky was deep in the zone. He knew you wanted it tooâsensed that you liked to play it safe when it came to your pleasure and grew a little timid at times it got to feel too muchâand he needed to talk you through it.
Rather than turn his head and keep to himself as he got you up to your peak, Bucky pressed his face down to yours and nodded againâthis time with a tender sincerity.
âFeel a little stretch down there, huh?â
You didnât have to say anything, just whimpering in time. Bucky kissed your forehead and let you fold into him as his fingers wreaked havoc down below. He kissed you again, and again, and in between kisses, mumbled,
âThatâs daddyâs sweet, needy little slut.â
âMy perfect fucking wife, so good at taking my fingers.â
âGonna be nice and stretched out for my cock, hm?â
Every syllable spoken aloud was like a brand new catalyst for your impending release. You barely nodded your head, opened your mouth and whined pathetically, but thatâs exactly how Bucky wanted you. Exactly how you needed to be, bucking your hips in time with the cadence of his fingers fucking inside you, and soon, those whimpers were turning to moans as that soft little helix inside you reached its breaking point.
Bucky brushed once or twice more against your sensitive spot, and suddenly you were coming undone all over himâcrying his name, clawing his skin, squeezing your legs so tight around his wrist you feared you might snap it in two, and then getting kissed again, over and over while Bucky drank in your every sound, and the few tears that sprung to your eyes as they always did, like sweet nectar.
You were still moaning, curling your tongue feebly against his own and leaning into him as far as you could, when your husband slipped three fingers up between your mouths and pushed them past your parted lips.
âSuck,â Bucky said, gritting his teeth as he watched you, âCâmere, honey, taste your cunt on my fingers.â
You took him in and sucked your arousal off his fingers just like he asked. Took him by surprise and dragged a mindless, lazy, half-crazed and careless tongue all over his hand, where your juices had no doubt collected too.
That slutty, fucked-out look you gave himâlike your brain had all but fallen out of your head with the orgasm heâd given youâwas everything Bucky couldâve wanted.
He climbed on top of you and took the base of his cock, rock-hard and weeping tears of precum from the tip, almost drunk from the feeling himself. His mouth hung open as he dragged himself over the seam of your cunt.
âI need to fuck you.â
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#THE TITLE WILL MAKE SENSE LATER I PROMISE#itâs âteaseâ not âteaserâ in the full fic that was just my attempt at humor#bucky barnes#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#marvel#mcu#mob bucky barnes#marvel smut#marvel x reader#james buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#mob boss bucky#mob!bucky
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make a move on me
â pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x reader - 5.5k
â You've been teasing Joel every day since he started remodeling construction on your house. He finally works up the courage to do something about it - but not in the way you expect him to.
â Rated MA for babyâs first anal fic protected p in a and anal fingering (r receiving), age gap (reader is early 20âs, joel is 36), m masturbation/pillowhumping, daddy kink, size kink, praise kink, gentle-turned-rough sex, pet names (baby, darling, honey, good girl, baby girl, little lady), slight degradation and condescension but only in a sexy way, one use of âslutâ, pussy pronouns, one (1) pussy slap, gratuitous dickscription, heavy dom/sub dynamics i mean seriously these power dynamics are out of control, tommy is a little bit of a shit (affectionate) [pls let me know if i missed anything at all :)]
â This reader insert character: has female anatomy and uses feminine pronouns, no name/no use of y/n, is generally able-bodied, fits in joelâs shirt and is implied to be shorter/smaller than him, is on summer break from college but no major/year is mentioned.
Joel had one rule for himself going into this job: be respectful. Keep his hands to himself and his mind on the job. Donât fret over the pretty little thing whoâs been draping herself all over the house ever since he started demo, practically begging to be fucked.
If he had any sense, he would pack his shit and drop the jobâor, at the very least, tell your parents to put you on a leash. But thereâs a little part of him that might be a glutton for punishmentâthat savors the teasing.
The most infuriating part of the whole thing is that he canât blame you for this whole mess. He shouldnât be so quick to temptation. You should be able to walk around your own home in whatever you want and not have to worry about the creepy contractor getting flustered every time he looks in your general direction.
But god, you make it hardâdouble entendre intended. You walk around like you havenât a care in the world because you donât; youâre home for summer break after a grueling year at college, and you intend to savor every languid second of it. Your preferred method of savoring just happens to be wearing tight little bikinis that barely hold anything in place as you lounge out by the pool in the Texas heat, or tight leggings that hug your ass so perfectly it almost makes him jealous of the material as you curl up with a book on your couch.
Joelâs a grown man. He can keep it in his pants, no matter how badly he wants you. But youâre not exactly making it easy on him.
Really, itâs Tommyâs fault when the levee breaks. If he could keep his big mouth shut, Joel mightâve been able to maintain the thin control he had over himself. But Tommy goes and makes an off-handed comment about you one night, and thatâs the beginning of the downward spiral.
The brothers are both lounging on Joelâs couch after a particularly taxing day of demolition work, beers cradled in hands and the TV droning uselessly with some movie that theyâre more staring at than actually watching. Itâs late, yet weary muscles are melted so comfortably into the couch that neither of them try to move even after Sarahâs gone off to bed.
Tommyâs eyes flicker over to Joel, then back to the TV. âThat girlâs gonâ be trouble for us, brother.â
Thereâs a question mark in the grunt Joel emits, leaning forward with interest because he knows Tommyâs talking about you without any specification.
Tommy hums in confirmation and takes a sip of his Corona. âSheâs always wearinâ those skimpy little outfits aâhers, and she ainât coy. Must catch that pretty little thing starinâ at your ass even more than I catch you starinâ at hers.â
Joel plays it off as best as he can until Tommy goes home for the night with a half-assed promise to actually be on time in the morning for once. Then he goes up to his room, locks the door, and wraps himself around the spare pillow that lays against his headboard.
He tries so desperately hard not to think about the plump round curve of your ass, or the enticing way you lick your lips, or those damned little bikinis you favor. He grinds his aching cock into the soft pillowcase and tries to think about anything that isnât you.
But he comes with a muffled growl of your name anyway, face pushed deep into the pillow and hips jerking arrhythmically.
Thereâs not much he can do now besides clean himself up and try not to think about how thoroughly fucked he is.
The next day is torture because he can feel your gaze lingering. He catches you checking him out on more than one occasion, and youâre brazen about it now. You can tell something has shifted, so you shift with it. Where you once wouldâve flushed with heat and hurried away to your room, you now meet his heated eye contact and hold it.
Joelâs jaw hurts that night from the way itâs been hard-set and clenched all day long. He rubs over his sore temporomandibular joints with his long, thick fingers and wills himself to siphon you out from beneath his skin.
It doesnât work.
The work helps. Laying tile is something he normally considers tedious, but itâs a welcome reprieve in your home because he can get down on his hands and knees and focus on something that isnât you.
You see the labor heâs going through, and you appreciate it. And really, what kind of host would you be if you didnât reward his efforts?
It starts with a pitcher of iced tea. Itâs made just the way Joel likes it, with light ice and a few slices of lemon. He doesnât know how you could possibly guess that, but it makes him want you that much more.
And then itâs cookies. Pain-stakingly handmade oatmeal raisin cookies, to be exact. Youâre like something out of his most shameful domestic dreams in your cute floral-patterned apron and oven mitts as you pull the tray of cookies out of the oven, and an image of you in nothing but those mitts and that apron flickers through his mind before he can stop it.
All the while you traipse around the house like a mirageâhumming along to the yacht rock that drifts from Joelâs stereo, swaying your hips in the kitchen as you put together the most delicious bologna sandwich Joelâs ever eaten, toweling off your soaking wet body after an afternoon in the pool. Youâre the worst temptation Joelâs ever had to face.
It becomes his mantra. Be respectful, be respectful, be respectful.
But thereâs no respect in your eyes. Thereâs nothing honorable about the way you bite your lip and smirk when he catches your gaze lingering on him.
Joel had one rule for himself going into this job: be respectful. But why should he have to play nice if you donât?
And really, the whole thing is Tommyâs fault. He started it with that first comment about you, and then he goes and calls out sick (read: horribly hungover) this morning. He leaves Joel all alone with youâgives you the perfect opening to pounce.
Or, more accurately, entice Joel into pouncing on you.
Heâs just setting his tool bag down, about to decide where he wants to start today, when your beautiful face pops in through the door.
âGood morning, Joel,â you say with that gorgeous smile of yours that makes his knees go a little weak. âNo Tommy today?â
He nearly chokes on his own tongue when you step further into the room wearing a plaid button-up he left here earlier in the week and booty shorts so small he has to do a doubletake to make sure youâre actually wearing anything on your lower half. You look fucking good in his shirt, and suddenly all he can think about is pulling you in and bending you over the half-finished vanityâ
âN-no. Heâs sick,â Joel manages to choke out. He takes a deep breath to steady himself, then, âthatâs my shirt, isnât it?â
You look down and rub the time-worn fabric between your fingers like you have to think about it, like you donât know exactly what youâre doing.
âOh, it mustâve gotten mixed in with our laundry!â The little giggle you let out is so innocent that he almost believes you. Almost. âHereââ
You start to lift the fabric up your torso in the most tantalizingly slow fashion, and he just sits there and watches it happen. He sees the first peek of skin above the waistband of your shorts, and then your beautiful stomach, then the delicious curve of a breastâ
He quickly jolts out a hand to stop you in the midst of mentally willing every single molecule in his dick to control itself. âSâalright, darlinâ. You keep it. Looks better on you, anyway.â
âOkay,â you acquiesce and let the fabric drop back down into its rightful place. âCan I get you anything? Water maybe?â
He certainly could use it. His neck and face are flushed red, and thereâs sweat starting to form at his temples despite the relatively cool temperature within the house.
He realizes, with startling clarity, that heâs at a precipice right now. This might be the only chance he gets to really do something about this burgeoning tension thatâs spread thicker than butter between you and him. Heâs got a choice to make, and itâs not going to be an easy choice.
âSure.â It comes out a bit too high-pitched, so he clears his throat and tries again. âSure, sweetheart. Thatâd be great.â
âAlright,â you say with that damned giggle again. âIâll be right back.â
As soon as you leave the room, Joel feels like he can breathe again. Itâs so much easier to think straight when youâre not standing there, smiling up at him and looking so damn gorgeous.
Heâs got two options, when it boils down to it: fuck you or leave you alone. And he really, really wants to take you. Make you scream his name while he pounds himself into you, fill you so full that you never completely wash him out. And you want it too, he knows you do, youâre practically begging for it.
But he promised himself he would be respectful. That he would keep his hands away from the girl thatâs definitely too young and too pure for someone like himâbecause he knows that if has you, heâll never be able to get enough.
Thereâs a very clear and obvious loophole that comes to mind now; a way he could have you without ruining you, a way you could both come out of this satisfied yet mostly intact. Joelâs never been opposed to doing the hard jobs, after all.
Heâs got a condom in his wallet and KY jelly in his bagâmostly used for plumbing fittings, but itâll do the job for this kind of pipework, too.
You come back with a glass of ice water, and his resolve slips. How the hell is he supposed to initiate this? What if you say no and think heâs disgusting? What if you tell your parents? He canât do this, this was such a horrible idea, heâ
Your touch on his back is like a gentle breeze, just a flutter of your fingers to alert him to your return. He flinches a bit at the sudden contact, but when he turns youâre still so achingly close. He can smell the agonizingly sweet aroma of your conditioner and the lotion you slather on your body after showering, and all he wants is more. He wants to wrap you around him, to inhale that scent straight from the source. His resolve is back, just like that.
He doesnât give himself another opportunity to hesitate. He places one big, meaty palm on your cheek and wraps the other around your hand that holds the glass of ice water to steady you; and then he kisses you with such bruising force it almost knocks the wind out of you.
You moan. You actually moan the second his lips meet yours, and he knows just like thatâwith a startling moment of clarityâthat this isnât going to be enough. Heâs going to take, and take, and takeâgorge himself on you until you have nothing left to give. And the strangest thing of the whole matter is that he thinks youâll actually enjoy his greed.
âJoelââ
âTell me you donât want this,â he murmurs as his lips break away from yoursâso low and soft in your ear it canât be anything but a growl. âTell me you donât want this, and Iâll stop right now.â
âI want it,â you affirm.
He searches your eyes, but he finds only earnest honesty and lust. That darkness, that pure and unadulterated want is enough to make his pants tighten. âFuck.âÂ
Heâs so big underneath your roaming hands as he crowds you back against the long bathroom vanity. He lifts you like youâre nothing and sets you on the counter top; he slots himself between your legs and thereâs an actual stretch in your muscles to accommodate the width of his hips. One of his wide palms slips behind your head and his fingers tangle into your hair, tugging a little bit to angle your head just the way he wants it. Itâs messy and frenzied and desperateâyour hands gliding over tee shirt-covered muscle, his tugging your (his) shirt up over your stomach.
âWas starting to think you werenât interested.â Your voice is heavy and breathy as he breaks away to tug the shirt over your head, casting it aside to lie forgotten on the floor.
âIâve been tryna convince myself mânot,â he kisses into your neck. âDidnât work.â
With a sudden roll of his hips, he has you gasping into his neck. He canât be more than half-hard, but that bulge is formidable. Thick and straining and⌠suddenly you canât focus on anything except getting him out of those tight jeans to see what youâre working with.
Your hand just barely fits around him. Heâs thick and flushed, getting harder with each passing second as he scatters feather-light kisses over your neck and shoulders. He muffles a groan into your neck as you slowly pump his lengthâyou think heâs seven, maybe eight inches at best guess. The tip of him is flushed red once you get his uncut skin out of the way, and it makes your mouth water. Thereâs a slight upward curve to him and a long, prominent vein that runs down the left side. Itâs porn star materialâyou didnât know real people had dicks like this.
âJoel⌠Jesus, thatâs gonna be a tight fit.â
âOh, donât worry darlinâ,â he hums, thumb ghosting over your clit in a way that makes your entire body jolt. âIt ainât goinâ in there.â
Thereâs nothing but pure excitement in your voice, despite the anxious gulp that tracks down your throat. âWhereâŚâ
âFlip over fâme.â
You follow his instruction with a sort of morbid curiosity, hopping down from the counter before folding yourself over it.
You can feel his eyes on you, as he takes in your willingness. Itâs like youâre on display for him, for his appraisal. Youâve still got shorts and a bra on, yet youâve never felt more exposed.
Itâs almost like he can sense your mind swirlingâmaybe itâs because his is prone to do the same. He sets a gentle hand on your back and smooths it down your spine as he crowds up against youâyou can feel the press of his exposed cock against the curve of your ass, and it makes you shiver.
âYouâre so damn beautiful,â he murmurs as he folds over you, caging you in with the delicious weight of his body. His lips trace along the curve of your jaw and down your neck as he speaks. âBut I made myself this little promise that I wouldnât fuck you. You got me actinâ so unprofessional, honey.â
You whine at the sincerity in his voiceâall youâve wanted since the day he started was for him to have you folded over and at his mercy like this.Â
âYou can fuck me,â you whine earnestly. âItâs okay, I promise. Wonât tell.â
âMmm, I know. Youâre too good a girl to go gettinâ me in trouble over somethinâ like this,â he humsâyou can hear the condescension in his voice even as he praises you, and it makes your cunt clench around nothing. âBut with all the teasinâ you been doinâ... donât rightly know that you deserve to be fucked.â
âPleaseââ
âHowever,â he continues, landing a light smack to your ass in retaliation for your interruption, âmight be willinâ to take you anyway, with some conditions. Out of the goodness of my heart.â
He pauses to let you ask, âWhat conditions?â
And then he pauses again, asking his own question this time. Is he really going to go through with this? But heâs spent the better part of two weeks staring at your ass, and youâve spent the better part of two weeks putting it on display for him. Itâs like youâve been silently asking him all this time to take it.
His hand slides down from where it rests on your spine, over your tailbone to where heâs been thinking about all this time. He feels the way your muscles tense up even through your shorts, and it sends a thrill he canât describe coursing through his veins.
âYou ever taken someone here before?â
âN-no.â He feels it again as his other hand comes to soothingly rub your hipâthat excited-yet-nervous flutter of muscle. You havenât run away screaming yet, and thatâs the biggest motivator he could have to keep going.
âI think you ought to let me. As a thank you, for puttinâ up with all your play,â he growls into your ear.
Itâs fucking dirty, the idea of letting a man you hardly know take you in such a taboo way. Itâs even dirtier how fucking excited the idea has you.
âYou say no right now and Iâll drop it,â he murmurs so sweetly. âDonât ever have to talk about this again.â
Youâre shaking your head before heâs even finished talkingâa sly smirk spreading over your lips as you grind back against him hard enough to make him choke on a moan.
âItâs only right,â you affirm. âGotta make it up to you for how naughty Iâve been.â
His eyes flash dangerously as he grinds his cock against you again, smearing precome against the flimsy fabric of your shorts. âAtta fuckinâ girl.â
He has your bottoms and panties down around your ankles in a flash, and he actually groans at the sight of your sticky cunt all puffy and wet and on display for him.
He canât resist the urge to swipe a finger through your folds, delighting in the string of shiny arousal that connects his finger to your core when he pulls away. âShe wants it so bad, hmm? Such a shame she ainât gettinâ any.â
It tugs a moan from your throat, especially when he drags as much slick as he can up to circle your tightest hole. He feels the way you flutter with apprehension, and he leans back down to kiss the corner of your jaw.
âGonna get you nice and ready, I promise. Mânot gonna hurt you, baby girl.â
âThank you, daââ You almost lost yourself there for a secondâalmost laid your whole hand of cards out on the table for him to see. You try not to get flustered over the slipâyou simply clear your throat and try again. âThank you, Joel.â But you arenât nearly as smooth as you hope to be.
In a flash Joelâs free hand is lifting your head, forcing you to look into his deep brown eyes. Theyâre so much darker than normal, and it only serves to make you wetter.
âWhatâd you call me?â
âJ-Joel.â
His hand slips down to your throat and gives it a warning squeezeâhis jaw is set, you know he isnât playing. âTry again, and tell the truth this time.â
âD⌠daddy.â
You try to hide your face, to cower in shame, but he wonât let you. He smashes his lips to yours at the exact second his first finger probes that tight, waiting entrance.
âGood girl,â he murmurs as he slowly breaches you, using your own slick to guide the way. âWasnât so hard, was it?â
You canât do anything but gasp, hands clutching for dear life to the edge of the counter. This feels different, and not in the way you were expecting it to. Itâs tight, sure, and it feels foreign, but it also feels so much better than you ever couldâve expected it to. The subtle stretch around his thick finger is addicting.
Joelâs jaw drops at the expression on your face; you already look so thoroughly fucked-out, and heâs barely even started. âFuck.You like this, hmm? Like feelinâ daddyâs fingers gettinâ you ready for his big cock?â
The only response he gets is a wrecked little whimper, and he props your chin up again to meet his heated gaze. âTalk to me. Gotta talk to me, tell me how youâre feelinâ, or Iâm gonna stop.â
âFuck!â Itâs shriller than you want it to be and you would feel pathetic if you werenât so thoroughly overwhelmed with this new sensation. âDonât stop daddy!â
âFeels good, yeah? How long has daddyâs little slut wanted to try this?â
But thereâs no way you can be expected to answer, not when heâs adding another finger to the onslaught. Not when your legs are already shaking and youâre thinking about just how many fingers heâs going to have to use to get you ready for the massive cock you can feel throbbing against your thigh.
He retracts just as suddenly as he started, and a needy little whine escapes from your throat involuntarily.
He canât help chuckling as he reaches for the bottle of KY jelly heâd dug out of his bag while you were getting him water. It feels like itâs been years since you left the room on that little errand for himâdefinitely not the barely ten minutes itâs actually been.
âRelax, baby girl. Iâm cominâ right back.â
You feel the cool drizzle of the water-based substance over your hole and it forces another whine from your throat. Itâs met with his thick fingers again, spreading the jelly over your hole before plunging two in knuckle-deep.
âAtta girl.â His voice is thick and sweet as honey as he slowly works his fingers, thrusting and scissoring at an achingly slow pace. âDoinâ so good fâme.â
âDaddyââ
âI know,â he coos. âI know, itâs so much, isnâit?â
All you can manage to do is nod your head, arms shaking under the strain of holding yourself upright. He sees the way your limbs tremble and he adds a third finger just to be extra cruelâalthough he steadies you by grabbing your hip firmly with his free hand, keeping you in place as he fucks you open with his fingers.
Everything is so hot. Thereâs a sticky sheen of sweat covering your forehead and your chest; you can feel your own slick dripping down your thighs.
And then his free hand drops down to thumb at your clit, and everything twists in your gut so fast it nearly gives you whiplash.
Within seconds youâre comingâno pretense, no warning. It explodes white-hot from your belly and sweeps through you to the tips of your fingers and toes with flash flood speed. One second thereâs nothing more than pleasant anticipationâthe next, youâre shaking and convulsing and sobbing Joelâs name as you fight with every cell in your body to remain upright.
He does his part to work you through it, thumb swiping even circles on your sensitive clit, pulling his fingers from you to pin you in place on the counter so he can continue working you through it.
âI know, I know,â he coos so sweetly in your ear over the sound of your moans and cries. âYouâre doinâ so good baby, let yourself have it.â
Itâs minutes before youâre breathing normally againâyour legs are cramping from trying so desperately to support your shaky weight. Joelâs hands are soothing you the whole time once he lets up the onslaught on your clit; itâs like heâs mapping you, tracing over every dip and curve so tenderly you could almost forget what this encounter really is.
âDoinâ okay?â He husks into your earâand then heâs folding himself over you again, and you can feel the insistent press of his hard cock against the curve of your ass.
For some reason, thatâs what really makes it sink in. Thatâs the moment you realize that this is actually going to happenâthat you want it to happen. Joelâs about to take something from you that no one has ever taken before, and you want him to. Youâre offering it willingly, even.
You hum in response and buck your hips back, giving him a delicious taste of friction that pulls a ground from his throat. âMhm. Iâm ready, daddy.â
âFuck, thatâs my girl.â He gives your hip a light pat before pulling away for a moment, and you somehow have the presence of mind to jump up on the deep countertop because you know your legs wonât be able to support you through whatâs about to happen.
Thereâs a smile on his handsome face when he turns back towards you, lube and condom in hand. âThat how you want it, baby?â
Despite everything thatâs already happened, you feel so much more exposed like this. Youâre completely naked, and heâs fully clothed with his pants shoved down just enough to free his dick. Even as you spread your legs to admit him between your thighs, you feel shy. And he senses it, the slight apprehension in your gaze, because his smile softens even further; he sets the lube and condom down on the counter next to you so he can grasp the collar of his worn t-shirt and tug it up over his head.
Heâs beautiful for a nearly forty-year-old man, you think. Heâs firm and toned, but thereâs a softness about him that you canât help admiring, especially around his belly. Your eyes eagerly lap up the soft curve of his tummy, following the tantalizing promise of his treasure trail to his cock, hard and aching for you. The ruddy, flushed tip is weeping for you; you donât know that youâve ever seen someone so turned on before, and itâs a heady rush of power.
He chuckles as he sees your hungry eyes taking him inâhe raises one big hand to cup your chin and pull your gaze up to meet his. âYouâre so pretty, baby, look so good spread out fâme like this. You sure youâre ready fâthis?â
âFuck yes,â you say with an alluring little wiggle of your hips, and thatâs more than enough for him.
He pulls his bottom lip between even rows of shiny white teeth as he rolls the condom down over his length, and itâs actually intimidating like this. Heâs so big and imposing and it makes your legs want to close, butâ
âMâgonna go slow, okay?â He vows, voice gentle as his big, brown eyes look into yours. His fingers wrap tightly around the half-used tube of KY jelly, and he leans down to kiss you when he sees the nervous gulp that bobs your throat. âGonna be real gentle, I promise. You tap out at any time and weâre done, âkay?â
âOkay,â you affirm, and you feel a lot better. As out of the blue as this is, as little as you really know Joel, you can tell heâs being sincere. You trust him; you know he wonât hurt you.
The first press of his aching tip against your hole is enough to make you choke on a gasp. Heâs big, and even with all of his attentive prep work to get you ready for him itâs a tight fit. You can tell itâs affecting him, too. His eyes flutter shut and he bites down hard on his bottom lip, and you can tell that heâs fighting with all his strength not to just shove himself deep inside you. You appreciate his restraint more than words can convey, so you donât even try; you hook your arms around his neck and pull him in for a deep, messy, desperate kiss instead. His tongue licks eagerly into your mouth as he eases his hips further and further towards yours, and itâs a nice distraction from the nearly overwhelming stretch of your muscle trying to accommodate his girth.
He shudders when his hips finally meet yours, cock stuffed to the hilt into your ass. âGod damn baby, youâre so fuckinâ tight. You doinâ okay?â
You whine at the first roll of his hips, nodding your head rapidly because words wonât come. Itâs such a foreign sensation, being stretched and breached like this. Not unpleasant necessarily, but so brain-scramblingly different that all you can do is dig your nails into his strong, broad shoulders and hold on for dear life as he actually starts to fuck into you.
Itâs nasty, and youâve never been so wet in your life. You hear the sticky squelch of lube as he thrusts his hips, shoving his cock deeper than you imagined possible. Your own wetness seeps from your neglected cunt and drenches him, dripping down around his cock and wetting the dense curls at the apex of his sex.
âShit baby, youâre takinâ daddyâs cock so well,â he whines breathlessly; one arm hooks under your knee so he can spread you open a bit wider for him, and then the other hand returns to your puffy, arousal swollen clit.
You make what has to be the most high-pitched sound youâve ever made as his index and middle fingers start a torturously slow pace on the little bud. âFuck daddy!â
âI know,â he coosâyou think that soft, breathy, Southern twang is going to actually put you in your grave. âI know, you wanna come, dontcha? Itâs okay baby, daddyâs gonna make you come all over his cock just the way you need.â
His hips pick up the pace in time with his fingers, and all you can do is lay there limply like a ragdoll. The pleasure is so much different than what youâre used to, but itâs good. Itâs amazing, the feeling of him balls deep in your guts in tandem with his ministrations on your clit, in a way you never imagined it could be.
âSuch a good fuckinâ girl fâme,â he growls, hitching your leg a bit higher over his hip so he can thrust even deeper. âFuck, mânot gonna last long like this. Youâre gonna make daddy come so hard in this tight little ass.â
His words are accentuated with a little smack to the side of your ass, and it makes you moan louder still. Your head rolls back as he picks up the pace of his fingers, swirling hard and messy circles with reckless abandon. Heâs not trying to prolong it anymoreâheâs going for the kill.
âFuck daddy!â Your hands scrabble for purchase on his smooth, freckled skin as he pounds harder into you. âW-want it, please, want you to come in my assââ
âGonna give it to you, impatient girl,â he growls deep in his chest. âYou gimme one first.â
Your entire body jolts when he brings his hand down on your sensitive cunt before groaning at the way your arousal sticks to his hand and makes his fingers shine.
âShe wants tâbe stuffed so full, doesnât she?â He purrs, fingers dancing so fucking teasingly around your fluttering cunt that it makes your eyes water. âBet sheâd love to be chock fullâa cock right now.â
âJoelââ
âNow, now, baby, no whininâ. Itâs unbecominâ for such a sweet little lady,â he grunts, and the condescension dripping from his tone is almost enough to make you come on its own. âYouâre gonna take what I give you and be grateful for it, aintcha?â
âYesyesyespleaseââ
His fingers have barely returned to your clit before youâre coming again. This one is even more powerful than beforeâa hurricane instead of a flash flood. Your entire body trembles with the ebbing flow of pleasurable wavesâthe words youâre panting arenât even discernible English anymore.
The way you clench and flutter around him in your own pleasure pulls him over the edge faster than anything ever has before. He comes hard, chest clenching hard around his breath, cock twitching more violently than anything youâve ever felt before as he spills his load into the condom.
Itâs a long, breathless moment before he pulls himself from the vice-like grip you have around his dick. He pulls out with a deep, long groanâit makes you giggle, because itâs the most over-dramatic sound youâve ever heard in your life.
Thereâs a beat, and then he starts laughing, too. At the sweet sound of your laugh, at the way he feels like he just ran a marathon, at the absolute absurdity of this whole thing. His laughter is so sweet and gut-deep and infectious, and it only serves to make you laugh harder. For a good few moments itâs just you and Joel, half naked, panting and sweaty, doubled over in laughter.
And then the bathroom door swings open and Tommy barges in.Â
âIâm feelinâ a helluva lot better after sleepinâ in, whatâs so funnyââ He stops dead in his tracks; he sees you naked and spread out on the counter and Joel disheveled and sweating. Neither of you are laughing very much anymore as you both scramble to cover yourselves up.
Tommy quirks a brow, a smirk spreading across his lips as his eyes dart back and forth between you and Joel. âWell, well, well. What have we here?â
You donât know how to answer when youâre so mortified, so you do the only thing you can think ofâyou dart out of the room and down the hall to the safety of your bedroom as fast as your shaky legs can carry you.
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â° HC: BEING IN A SITUATIONSHIP WITH THE JJK F*CKBOYS
DESCRIPTION: my hcs on what itâd be like to be in a situationship/fwb situation with the jjk men hehe
FEATURED: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji
WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem + afab reader, this is fully self indulgent i'm just taking my own shiddy experiences and coping via hot anime men, suggestive content/smut, pretty standard manwhore behavior, slightly toxic, not wholesome, kinda crack tbh, some mentions of degradation as a kink, objectifying women, just like the real thing lol!
A/N: LONG BUT READ! this will Not have an ending where you get together at least not rn these are just my hcs all in good fun ur just having fun ok ur not heartbroken everything is okay. they are not good boys here they are normal regular boys
GOJO SATORU
has way too many hoes. way too many
so much so that he gave up on remembering their names and just saves their numbers like âosaka w the hand kinkâ, âbig tits shibariâ, âslut from trigâ, âhostess best bjsâ
has someoneâs boobs with his name written on them in sharpie as his wallpaper
says i love you when he cums inside and you never know if you should believe it
throws you off when he agrees to meet your friends only for him to flirt with them in front of you
takes you to the best clubs with bottle service, lets the girls sit on his lap and laughs when you get mad
pays for your ubers everywhere every time
into the weirdest shit like wearing your underwear laughing like a lunatic the whole time heâs fucking you then after he cums gets sulky and embarrassed
lays it on thick with the pet names, gives zero fucks if that confuses you even further
very public with you and it makes you wonder how many other girls put themselves through this humiliation just for the d
gets jealous about you being with other people and needs to prove himself by eating it from the back or something
fwb with gojo is just a huge mindfuck honestly he doesnât take anything seriously and this is no different sorry! itâs fun tho!
GETO SUGURU
keeps it extremely platonic because he likes to tell himself he has a conscience
too busy for regular chit chat ignores your texts all day then hits you up when he wants to fuck
even more of a whore than gojo is which is why he makes sure not to lead anyone on he just does not need the trouble
answers all your personal questions about him with one word answers
he lets you choose the movie for netflix and chill at least! but will never remember it or the fact that itâs your favorite :(
cleans you up after sex and brings you water
has female hygiene products in his bathroom which is both a red and a green flag
lets you stay after sex and you just lay there on his bed watching him do stuff on his computer but he will not be talking to you
never calls you baby or anything when heâs fucking you just goes oh fuck yeah right there fuuuuck your pussy
genuinely respects you and has nice decent sex with you unless you tell him that youâre kinky
in which case he fucks you just how you want it and gets off on how turned on you are
not one of those guys who gets jealous of sex toys and holds the wand on your clit for you
likes to make you cum over and over and over again
fwb with geto makes your heart clench because heâs just such a gentleman but you got way too much competition to even think about it
NANAMI KENTO
a professional in every sense of the word
uses sex as stress relief
thinks he's too old for this shit but you make him feel alive so he fucks you like he can empty all of his frustrations into you
invites you to his apartment serves you expensive liquor and lets you initiate things most times unless heâs too pent up
can actually have very nice conversations with you
never has the âwhat are we talkâ because he makes it clear heâs too busy for a relationship
lets you spend the night if itâs too late but solely for your safety/logistics
does your taxes for you but will not call you anything beyond an âacquaintanceâ
texts you happy holidays but does not know when your birthday is
gets tested consistently even though heâs not fucking anyone else and always uses a condom unless you beg him not to
eats you out because he thinks itâs relaxing and spends hours prepping you
the sexual tension is soooo thick when you two fuck all you can hear is grunts and growls and moans and wet slapping sounds and itâs so hot
has some random turn ons like gets bricked up when youâre wearing lipstick or stockings
fwb with nanami is very enjoyable and easy itâll get complicated if you develop feelings because he does not want to date but who cares yolo am i right
FUSHIGURO TOJI
broke ass deadbeat dad why are you into him
absolutely nasty sex
you know if he had a girlfriend heâd respect her too much to do the things he does to you
dick game so bomb that youâre scared heâs gonna give you a child even when heâs wearing a condom
wants to fuck you every way he possibly can on every fuckable surface with zero regard for your physical integrity
eats his cum right out of you
ego is so big, grins so wide and fucks you so hard when you stroke his muscles
loves to eat pussy but only after heâs fucked you because he likes it tight and hot with minimal prep
doesnât follow you on any social media but jerks off to your instagram pics
has like 3 different phone numbers and you donât know why
has only let you come over once, didnât let you shower after
no pet names but calls you a dirty whore and other degrading shit
loves it if you cry on his dick
doesnât give a fuck about your safety sorry youâre on your own
has never told you his last name
one time you asked to see a picture of his son and he didnât speak for 3 whole minutes
fwb with toji is the nastiest sex youâve ever had truly itâs just sinful and everyoneâs dark hidden fantasy half of it you couldnât tell your closest friends because itâs just too much
a/n sorry
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*âžâď˝Ľďž synopsis: you knew it was wrong, sneaking around with your dads best-friend, but you couldnât control itâŚhe was just too fucking hot, plus, his dick was big đ đ!â ď¸ age gap, corruption, semi-public sex, rough sex, car sex, fingering, anal fingering, oral (f & m), degradation, riding, body worship, daddy kink, overstimulation, size kink, belly bulge, dacryphilia, breeding kink, pregnancy talk, spanking, nipple play, dirty talk, pussy worshipping, cum play, cockwarming
authors note: thereâs an age gap, age is not specified in here so you can control the age cap, it is father bsf soâŚyea, itâs just porn tbh, i kinda struggle with this idk why, kinda losing motivation (help me) but i hope you enjoyyy! ask, likes, and reblogs are appreciated!!
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*âžâď˝Ľďž f1 MASTERLIST KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
You sit at the small corner table in the cafe, legs bouncing with barely-contained energy. The gentle hum of chatter fills the space, the occasional clink of ceramic mugs and the whirr of the coffee machine adding to the background noise. But all you can focus on is the pounding of your own heart, the jittery, electric current racing through your veins as anticipation claws at you. You know it's wrongâeverything about what you're doing today goes against what youâve been taught, especially by your dad. He raised you better. If he knewâŚ
You shake your head, trying to push the guilt away, but it lingers, gnawing at the edges of your excitement. God, the thrill and anxiety of it all is making it impossible to sit still. Your hands wrap around your coffee cup, fingers tapping against the ceramic as you bring the drink to your lips, trying to steady yourself. But the butterflies in your stomach refuse to settle, and you canât deny that part of you loves the rush.
After all, how could you resist? His touches, those fleeting moments of eye contact, the way he smirks at you like youâre sharing a secret with just one glanceâhow could anyone resist? The fire that ignites in your belly every time you catch his gaze, the way his mere presence sets your skin alight with longing. Itâs not like you planned for any of this to happen. It justâŚdid.
Your parents had moved back to town when you were 18, and thatâs when you first saw himâyour dadâs best friend. Older, of course, but Jesus, the man was stunning. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a deep voice that made your heart flutter every time he spoke. You knew from the start that he was trouble, but back then, it was just a crush. Just harmless glances when he came over to hang out with your dad, harmless daydreams about what it would be like to be noticed by him. You were sure he knew, even then, but he never acted on it. Neither did you. Not until that night.
It was the night everything changed. You were 23, out with friends at a club in a different city, far enough away from your hometown to feel a sense of anonymity. The music had been loud, the alcohol flowing, and when you saw him across the room, your heart skipped a beat. You had been out of town, miles from anyone who could know or judge you, and when his eyes met yours from across the bar, you knew. This was your chance. The tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for years finally exploded. One drink led to another, and before you knew it, you were in his hotel room, breathless and aching, as he made you his in ways you could have never imagined.
God, you still get shivers thinking about that night. The way he touched you, how full he made you feel, how he whispered your name like a prayer while he pounded into you, hard and relentless. The way you screamed for him. No one had ever made you feel like thatâno one else even came close. That night sealed everything. He was yours, and you were his, no matter the consequences.
And now, here you are, a year later, still sneaking around, still caught in the web of secrecy and desire. Every stolen moment feels more thrilling than the last. The guilt still eats at you sometimes, like now, sitting here waiting for him, knowing full well that itâs wrong. Knowing full well that heâs your dadâs best friend and that thereâs an age gap that would make people talk. But fuck, how could you regret it? Heâs the best thing thatâs ever happened to you, and you canât bring yourself to walk away, no matter how much you try to reason with yourself.
You glance around the cafe, checking the time on your phone again. Heâs late, but he always makes you wait, probably enjoying the fact that it drives you crazy. The need for him is clawing at your insides, and the week youâve been away for work hasnât helped. You couldnât see himâonly a few rushed phone calls and texts exchanged here and there. You missed his touch. You missed his lips on yours. You missed the way he made you feel whole.
God, you need him now. You shift in your seat, squeezing your legs together, trying to alleviate the ache between them, but itâs no use. Your mind is swirling with images of whatâs going to happen when he finally gets here. You close your eyes, leaning back in your chair, letting your thoughts drift back to all the times youâve been together, sneaking around like teenagers, fucking in every place you could findâhis car, the back room of his shop, the bathroom at your parents' house during a party when no one was looking. Thereâs no shame left in it, only raw, desperate desire.
The door to the cafe opens, the bell above it chiming softly, and for a moment, your heart stops. Is it him? You open your eyes, trying not to be too obvious as you glance toward the entrance, but thereâs no sign of him yet. You sigh and take another sip of your coffee, willing yourself to calm down. But then, you hear itâthe unmistakable sound of his voice, deep and smooth, ordering a coffee at the counter. Itâs the same order he always gets, but today, thereâs an extra word slipped inâyour secret code. A signal that heâs here for you.
Your heart leaps in your chest, and you quickly stand, grabbing your purse as you casually make your way toward the back exit. You donât dare look at him as you pass by the register, knowing youâll give everything away if you do. Instead, you focus on the door, slipping out into the alleyway behind the cafe. Itâs quiet, the faint hum of the townâs traffic in the distance. The cool air hits your skin, making you shiver, though itâs not just from the cold.
You wait, leaning against the brick wall, your pulse racing as you stare down the alley. It only takes a few minutes before you feel himâhis presence behind you, the warmth of his body pressing against yours as his hands slide around your waist, grabbing your ass possessively. His lips are on your neck in an instant, and you canât help but moan as his teeth scrape against your skin.
"You always look so fucking good in this dress," he mutters, his hands impatiently gathering up the fabric of your sundress, sliding it higher until his fingers meet the skin of your thighs. "Iâve been thinking about you all week, baby. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw you like thisâsquirming under me, so needy."
His words send a wave of heat through your body, your cheeks flushing as your mind spins with the memory of all the times youâve snuck off together, the thrill of it never fading. But this time, after being apart for so long, it feels even more intense.Â
"Fuck, Iâve missed that," he breathes, his voice gravelly, his hands tightening their grip on your hips. "Iâve missed you, baby. You have no idea."
Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your mind clouded with lust as he pulls your panties to the side, his fingers teasing your entrance as he rubs you slowly, deliberately. "I missed you too," you manage to say, your voice thick with need.
He presses you against the brick wall, his body shielding you from view as he leans in, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. His hand trails down your side, the warmth of his touch sending shivers up your spine, and you can feel the heat between you building with every second.
You gasp into his mouth as his hand slips beneath your skirt, his fingers finding their way to your core with ease. He doesnât waste time teasing you; instead, he plunges two fingers deep inside you, his pace relentless from the start. The sudden intrusion leaves you breathless, your hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you try to steady yourself.
âSebâŚâ you moan, your voice barely a whisper as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that has your knees buckling. He smirks against your lips, his mouth never leaving yours as he continues to kiss you, his tongue sliding against yours in a dance that leaves you dizzy with desire.
âFuck, baby,â he mutters against your mouth, his voice rough and low. âYouâre so fucking wet.â
Your only response is a broken moan as he picks up the pace, his fingers working inside you with expert precision, curling and twisting in just the right way. Itâs too much, the pleasure building inside you too quickly, and you can feel yourself spiraling, your body arching into him as you claw at his shoulders, trying to hold on.
âSeb, Iââ you start, but the words are lost in a gasp as he presses his thumb against your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. Your head falls back against the wall, your moans growing louder despite your best efforts to keep quiet. Itâs impossible, though, not when heâs touching you like this, not when heâs pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every flick of his wrist.
âYou gonna come for me, baby?â Seb growls, his breath hot against your neck as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, his pace never faltering. âCome on, I want to feel you.â
It only takes a few more seconds before youâre falling over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you with a force that leaves you shaking in his arms. Your eyes squeeze shut as you cry out, your whole body trembling as you come around his fingers, your nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
Seb grins as he watches you fall apart, his fingers slowing but not stopping as he rides out your orgasm, drawing every last bit of pleasure from you until youâre left panting against him, completely spent.
âYou taste so sweet, baby,â he murmurs, pulling his fingers from you and bringing them to his mouth. He sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving yours as he licks every drop of your release from his fingers. âFuck, Iâve missed that taste.â
You can barely catch your breath, but the sight of him licking his fingers clean sends a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you bite your lip, trying to control the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
Seb chuckles, his hand cupping your chin as he leans in to kiss you again, his lips soft and sweet against yours. âCâmon, letâs get out of here before I fuck you against this wall.â
He pulls you away from the wall, his arm around your waist as you make your way toward his truck.
As you walk, Sebâs hand drops to your ass, giving it a soft smack. You yelp in surprise, shooting him a playful glare, but the smile on your face gives you away. âYouâre terrible,â you tease, but thereâs no real heat behind your words.
He just grins, his hand lingering on your ass as you reach the truck. âYou love it,â he murmurs, and you doâgod, you really do.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
Once youâre both in the truck, Seb starts the engine, his hands resting on the steering wheel as you settle into the passenger seat. But youâre far from done with him. Leaning over, you press a kiss to his neck, trailing your lips along his skin, and you feel him tense beneath your touch.
âWhat are you doing, honey?â he asks, his voice thick with amusement, though thereâs a hint of tension there, tooâthe good kind.
âNothing,â you say innocently, your hand slipping down to rest on his thigh. You rub slow circles there, feeling the muscles beneath his pants twitch under your touch, and you hear him let out a low groan.
Next thing he knows, your fingers are unzipping his pants, freeing his already hard cock. Seb lets out a sharp breath, his eyes darting between the road and you as you wrap your hand around him, stroking him slowly. âFuckâŚâ he groans, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as his hips jerk up into your hand.
You lean over him, spitting on your hand before rubbing it up and down his length, your thumb brushing over the tip as you watch him fall apart beneath your touch. His head falls back against the seat, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he forces them open again, trying to focus on the road.
âFuck, baby, weâre almost thereâlet me concentrate,â he mutters, but he doesnât finish the sentence, his words trailing off into a low groan as you bend down, taking him into your mouth.
The taste of him, salty and warm, spreads over your tongue as you bob your head, your hand still stroking the base of his cock as you suck him off. Sebâs hand flies to your hair, gripping it tightly as his hips jerk up into your mouth, and he lets out a string of curses, his voice rough and low.
âShit, baby,â he groans, his fingers tugging at your hair. âYouâre gonna make me fucking crash.â
You smile around his length, hollowing your cheeks as you take him deeper, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He moans, low and guttural, and you feel him twitch in your mouth, his whole body tensing as he gets closer and closer to the edge.
But just as heâs about to come, he slides a hand down to your ass, rubbing your clit through your panties before slipping his fingers beneath the fabric. His touch is quick, precise, as he fingers you while you continue to suck him off, and the sensation of it allâthe taste of him on your tongue, the feel of his fingers inside youâis enough to send you spiraling again.
You moan around his cock, the vibrations making him groan loudly as he fucks up into your mouth, his hips thrusting harder now, chasing his release. âFuck, baby,â he growls, his thumb circling your clit as his fingers pump in and out of you. âCome for me.â
And you doâyour body tensing as your orgasm hits you hard, your vision going white as you clench around his fingers. Seb groans loudly as he feels you come around him, his own orgasm following quickly after as he spills into your mouth, his body shaking from the intensity of it all.
You swallow every last drop, licking your lips as you pull back, watching him as he tries to catch his breath. His hand slides from your hair to your cheek, pulling you up to him as he presses his lips to yours in a messy, breathless kiss. âFuck, baby,â he mutters, his voice still rough. âCâmere and give daddy a kiss.â
You happily oblige, your lips crashing together in a sloppy, heated kiss, your bodies still trembling from the intensity of your shared release. He pulls you onto his lap, his hands gripping your hips as he kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your head spin.
By the time you finally pull apart, youâre both out of breath, your foreheads resting against each other as you try to calm down. The truck pulls to a stop outside your spot, itâs a hidden clearing in the middle of the woods, where the trees create a perfect circle of privacy, and the open sky above provides a perfect view of the stars at night. Itâs secluded, untouched, and filled with the most intimate memories shared between you and Seb. He turns off the engine, his hand slipping back to your ass as he grins at you.
âYouâre playing a dangerous game, honey,â he murmurs, his voice filled with amusement as he opens the door, stepping out of the truck. He reaches for you, his hands sliding beneath your legs as he lifts you out of the truck, carrying you like you weigh nothing.
You giggle, your arms wrapping around his neck as you press a soft kiss to his lips. âMaybe I like playing dangerously,â you tease, your voice soft and playful.
Seb chuckles, his hand smacking your ass playfully as he carries you toward the truck bed. âTwo can play that game, honey.â
You moan as he kisses your neck laying you down in the back of the truck. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel the straps of your sundress being pulled down. Sebâs eyes are focused on youâdark with desire, his lips curled into a soft smile as he watches your reaction. His mouth dips lower, his lips brushing over the swell of your breasts, his tongue flicking over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, as he pulls your sundress down further, exposing you to the cool morning air.
âMmh,â you hum softly, the sensation of his mouth sending ripples of warmth through your body.
âIâve missed you so much, honey. You and this sexy body of yours.â He switches to your other breast, his hands holding you firmly as he takes his time worshipping every inch of you. âGod, your pussy⌠fuck, I love your pussy so much,â he groans, his words sending a fresh wave of heat pooling in your core. âThe taste of it, the way it feels around my fingers, my cock⌠Just thinking about it has me so hard.â
Your breath hitches as his words sink in, a mix of arousal and anticipation building deep inside you. Seb always knew how to make you feel desired, cherished, and completely out of control with need. The way he talks to you, the way he touches youâitâs like every part of him is made to drive you wild.
His kisses trail lower now, leaving a path of fire down your stomach as he works his way between your legs. You spread them instinctively, knowing whatâs coming next, your body already aching for him, needing his touch more than anything. He pauses for a moment, looking up at you with a smirk, his hands gripping your thighs as he pushes them further apart.
âSo beautiful,â he mutters, his voice thick with lust as he kisses along the inside of your thigh. âAnd all mine.â
You moan softly, your hands tangling in the blanket beneath you as his lips get closer and closer to where you need him most. The anticipation is driving you insane, every second that passes feels like too much, but Seb knows exactly how to take his time, to make you beg for it without even saying a word.
When his mouth finally reaches your core, a gasp escapes you, your hips jerking up instinctively as his tongue flicks over your clit. The sensation is almost too much, the pleasure immediate and overwhelming as he starts to eat you out, his mouth relentless against you.
âFuck, Seb,â you moan, your back arching off the blanket as his tongue swirls around your clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through you.
He growls against you, the sound vibrating through your core as he licks and sucks at your clit with precision, driving you higher and higher. âYou taste so fucking good,â he mutters, his voice muffled as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue working magic on you.
Your hands fly to his hair, tugging at it as you moan loudly, your body already teetering on the edge. âSeb, oh my godâŚâ
âYou like that, baby?â he murmurs against your clit, his fingers sliding up to tease your entrance as he continues to devour you.
âYes, yes,â you moan, your body trembling as he inserts two fingers inside you, curling them just right as he pumps them in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue. The pleasure is too much, too intense, and you can feel yourself spiraling out of control as he pushes you closer to the edge.
Seb smirks, taking your moans as a yes, his fingers thrusting deeper inside you as he flicks his tongue over your clit with even more pressure. Your body responds instantly, your legs trembling as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak.
âOh fuck, Seb,â you cry out, your head falling back as your body tenses, every muscle tightening as the orgasm rips through you.
Seb doesnât stop, his mouth and fingers working you through your orgasm, his tongue relentless as he pushes you even higher. Your legs shake uncontrollably, your body completely at his mercy as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.
When you finally come down, your chest heaving and your body trembling, Seb pulls his mouth away, but his fingers remain inside you, still moving slowly as he cleans you up, his eyes watching you intently.
âFeels good baby?â he teases, his voice soft but filled with pride as he watches you catch your breath.
You nod, still too breathless to speak, your body completely spent from the intensity of your orgasm.
Seb leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as his fingers slide out of you slowly, leaving you feeling empty and longing for more.
âGod, I love you like this,â he whispers against your lips, kissing all over you.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
Youâre still trembling, lost in the aftershocks of pleasure as Seb kisses his way back up your body. His lips are warm against your skin, grounding you, pulling you back from the blissed-out haze that has settled over you. The sun is rising higher, casting golden light through the canopy of trees surrounding your secret spot, but the world beyond the clearing feels distantâirrelevant. The only thing that matters right now is the heat radiating from Sebâs body, the way he presses against you, his hands roaming over your sensitive skin.
You can feel the shift in his energyâthe tension, the need that hasnât been fully satisfied yet. He kisses you deeply, and the hunger in that kiss makes your stomach tighten. You feel his hand sliding down your side, gripping your thigh as he positions himself between your legs. The tip of his cock brushes against your entrance, and your breath catches in your throat.
âCâmon, baby,â he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough with desire. âYou canât be tired already. You can give daddy a few more, right?â
Your heart races at his words, at the idea of whatâs coming next. Your legs are still shaking from the intensity of his touch, but as you nod your head, your body responds in ways that words canât. âYes⌠yes, Seb,â you whisper breathlessly, your hands resting on his strong shoulders as you brace yourself for whatâs to come.
He smirks, a flash of something dark and teasing in his eyes as he shifts his hips, the tip of his cock sliding along your wet slit. The sensation sends shivers through you, your body hypersensitive, already craving him. You gasp, your fingers tightening around his arms as you feel him position himself at your entrance.
And then, in one slow, deliberate thrust, Seb pushes inside you.
A yelp escapes your lips as the stretch of him burns through you, the sensation overwhelming. Heâs big, and the way he fills youâbottoming out until youâre impossibly fullâtakes your breath away. âFuck,â you moan, your head falling back against the soft blankets beneath you, your eyes squeezed shut as you try to adjust to the intensity of it.
âItâs too much,â you whimper, your voice shaking as you grip his arms, your nails digging into his skin. âSeb, Iââ
âShh, baby,â he soothes, his lips brushing against your ear as he stills inside you, his chest pressing against yours. âYes, you can. You can take it, honey. I know you can.â
You nod, gasping softly as he starts to move again, his hips pulling back before slowly thrusting forward. The drag of him inside you is agonizing in the best way, every inch of him stretching you, filling you, making you feel so completely his. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer as his pace starts to pick up.
The tenderness melts away, replaced by something primal. His hips snap forward with more force, the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixing with your moans as he sets a relentless rhythm. Each thrust feels deeper, rougher, hitting a spot inside you that has your back arching off the blanket, your body completely out of control.
âOh fuck,â you cry out, your voice breaking as the pleasure builds rapidly inside you, your fingers clawing at his back as he drives into you harder, faster. âSeb, Iââ
He smirks down at you, his eyes dark and wild with lust as he watches you fall apart beneath him. âYou like that, baby?â he growls, his voice thick with satisfaction as he thrusts even harder, bullying your body with every stroke.
You can only nod, your words lost in the overwhelming pleasure. He knows exactly what heâs doing, knows exactly how to push you to the brink. Each thrust is aimed perfectly, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you that has your vision blurring and your body shaking.
You feel yourself tightening around him, the pleasure too intense, too consuming. âOh fuck, Iâmââ you try to warn him, but itâs too late. Your orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing as you scream his name, the pleasure so overwhelming it borders on painful.
Seb doesnât stop. He fucks you through it, his cock driving into you relentlessly as tears prick at your eyes, the intensity of it all too much to handle. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably, your body completely wrecked as he continues to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm until youâre nothing but a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him.
âAww, honey,â Seb murmurs, his voice thick with both affection and lust as he leans down to kiss the tear-streaked cheeks heâs caused. âYou look so pretty when you cry. Gosh, youâre just perfect. Fuck, just look at you. So beautiful.â
His words make your heart race, and a fresh wave of heat surges through you as his pace increases, his hands gripping your hips tightly. Heâs not letting up, not giving you a moment to recover from the intensity of it all. You gasp, your body responding to every thrust, every word, every touch.
âYou feel so good on my cock, baby,â he growls, his voice deep and rough, sending shivers down your spine. âThe way you squeeze me⌠fuck.â
Your eyes meet his, and the fire in his gaze makes your stomach flip. Itâs almost too muchâthe way he looks at you like youâre the only thing in the world that matters. Youâre already breathless, on the edge, when he suddenly leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, âI canât wait to get you pregnant.â
A moan escapes your lips before you can stop it, and Sebâs lips curl into a smirk against your skin. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction at your reaction. âOh, you liked that, huh?â he teases, his thrusts becoming even harder, even more deliberate. âYou like the thought of me fucking you over and over again, filling you with my cum until youâre pregnant?â
Your breath catches in your throat, and all you can do is nod as the pleasure builds inside you. âYes,â you moan softly, your voice barely a whisper.
Sebâs grip on your hips tightens, and in one swift movement, he hooks your legs up onto his shoulders, changing the angle as he thrusts into you with more intensity. You cry out as he goes deeper, hitting a spot that makes your vision blur. âYeah, baby,â he growls, his pace quickening. âYou want that? You want daddy to get you pregnant? Have you nice and round, carrying my child, letting everyone know that youâre mine?â
âYes!â you cry out, your voice breaking as his words push you closer and closer to the edge. âFuck, yes, Seb!â
He grins down at you, his breath ragged as he pounds into you relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with your desperate moans. âYou like that, huh? Want the whole world to know youâre mine. That youâre a slut for daddy, letting me fuck you pregnant,â he growls, his words sending shivers down your spine as your body tenses, the pleasure coiling tight inside you.
âYes, yes, yes,â you scream, your nails digging into his arms as you teeter on the edge of release, your body trembling with anticipation.
Seb leans down, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers, âThen cum for me, honey. Let me feel you cum all over my cock.â
With one final thrust, youâre gone. Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your body convulsing beneath him as you scream his name, your vision going white from the intensity of it all. Seb doesnât stop, his hips still driving into you, fucking you through your orgasm until youâre a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.
âFuck, look at that pretty sight,â he groans, his voice full of admiration as he watches you come undone. âGod, youâre perfect.â
You can feel his pace falter as he gets closer to his own release, and you cling to him, your legs still hooked over his shoulders as he drives into you one last time. With a deep groan, Seb spills inside you, his body shuddering as he collapses on top of you, his breathing heavy and labored.
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Sebastianâs body presses against yours, his warmth surrounding you in the most comforting way as you lay there, side by side in the truck bed. He kisses the top of your head, his lips moving down the curve of your neck, soft and tender. Every touch from him sends shivers down your spine, and even though your body feels spent, thereâs something about the way he holds you, the way he whispers against your skin, that ignites something deep within.
He pulls you closer, your back pressed to his chest, his hand resting on your hip as he lets out a soft sigh. âHoney,â he murmurs, his voice low and filled with affection, âyou think you can give me one more?â
You feel the flutter of anticipation deep in your belly at his words. Your body is exhausted, every muscle aching from the intensity of everything thatâs already happened, but something about the way he asks, the way he coos at you, makes you want to give him everything you have left.
You whisper a soft, breathless, âYes.â
Sebastian smiles against your neck, his lips grazing your skin as he pulls you even closer. âThatâs my girl,â he says, his voice filled with praise. âRide me, baby. I wanna get a full view of you, my beautiful girl.â
Your heart races at the thought, the idea of being fully on display for him, letting him watch you as you take control, sending a thrill through you. Slowly, you shift, moving to straddle him. Sebâs hands never leave you, his fingers tracing up your sides, helping guide you into position as you sit above him. His eyes are dark with desire, watching you with an intensity that makes your whole body heat up.
Your hands rest on his chest, his strong, broad frame beneath your fingertips as you steady yourself. He gives you a reassuring nod, his hands moving to your hips, gently guiding you as you reach between your legs to grasp him. You can feel how hard he still is, the tip of him pressing against your entrance, and you bite your lip at the anticipation of the stretch.
âGo slow, baby,â Seb whispers, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your waist. âI know itâs a lot, but you can take it. You always do.â
You sink down onto him, inch by inch, the stretch almost overwhelming after everything youâve already been through. A soft whimper escapes your lips, and Seb tightens his grip on your hips, grounding you. âI know, baby,â he coos, âbut look at you. Youâre taking me so well.â
As you finally take him fully inside, you let out a soft gasp, feeling the familiar fullness, the way he stretches you like no one else ever could. Your head falls forward, your hands gripping his chest for support as you try to adjust. Thatâs when you hear Sebâs voice, rough with lust. âFuck⌠look at that.â
Your eyes flicker down to where your bodies are joined, and you can see it â a slight bulge in your lower belly where heâs buried so deep inside of you. The sight of it, the visual proof of how full you are, sends a fresh wave of arousal through you, and suddenly, youâre moving on top of him, your hips starting to roll in slow, deliberate circles.
Seb watches in awe, his hands moving to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples as he groans. âThatâs it, honey. Just like that. Youâre so fucking perfect.â
His praises fuel you, and you start to pick up the pace, moving faster as the pleasure builds inside of you once again. Each movement draws soft gasps from your lips, and you feel yourself slipping further into that blissful haze where all that matters is the way he feels inside of you, the way his eyes are locked on yours, filled with so much adoration and desire.
âFaster, baby,â Seb urges, his hands gripping your waist now, guiding your movements. âI want to feel all of you.â
You obey, quickening your pace, but itâs not long before Sebastian starts to thrust up into you, meeting your movements with his own, the intensity increasing with each second. His hips drive into you harder and deeper, and youâre starting to lose your balance, your hands slipping on his chest as your body struggles to keep up with the relentless pace.
Seb notices immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he takes over, fucking up into you with a rhythm that leaves you gasping for air. Each thrust jerks your body, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you that make your vision blur and your voice come out in broken moans.
âOh fuck, Seb, too muchâahh,â you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders as you try to hold on.
But Seb doesnât slow down. If anything, he thrusts harder, deeper, his pace almost brutal as he chases both of your releases. âYou can take it,â he growls, his voice low and commanding. âYouâre my good girl, right?â
âYes,â you moan, your head falling back as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. âYes, Seb, butââ
âShh,â he interrupts, his lips brushing against your neck. âI know itâs a lot, but you can do it. I know you can.â
His words make your whole body tremble, the praise mixed with the roughness of his movements sending you spiraling. Your orgasm is building fast, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside you with each thrust, and you can feel yourself right on the edge.
Seb feels it too. âYou gonna cum for me, honey?â he asks, his voice rough and breathless. âYou gonna cum on my cock?â
You nod frantically, your words coming out in a desperate moan. âYes, Seb, yes, Iââ
âCum with me,â he growls, his pace becoming erratic as he thrusts even harder, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. âNow, baby.â
The command is all it takes. You shatter around him, your orgasm tearing through you with a force that makes you scream his name. Your whole body shakes as the pleasure overwhelms you, your vision going white as you convulse around him. Seb isnât far behind, his hips slamming into you one last time as he groans your name, his release spilling inside of you, filling you so completely.
You collapse against his chest, completely spent, your body trembling from the intensity of it all. Sebâs arms wrap around you, holding you close as he catches his breath, his chest rising and falling beneath you.
âFuck,â he mutters, his voice soft now, filled with awe as he presses a kiss to your temple. âYou did so good, honey.â
Youâre too exhausted to respond, your head resting on his chest as you try to calm your breathing. Seb doesnât seem to mind your silence, his hands moving soothingly up and down your back as he holds you.
After a few moments, he shifts slightly, still inside you, and you whimper softly at the overstimulation. âLetâs stay like this, baby,â Seb murmurs, his voice low and affectionate. âYou gonna keep daddyâs cock warm, right?â
You canât help the soft moan that escapes your lips at his words, your body still too sensitive, but the idea of keeping him inside you, staying connected like this, sends a wave of warmth through you. âYes,â you whisper, your voice barely audible.
Seb smiles against your skin, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks. âGood girl,â he praises softly. âKeep my cum inside you all day, so you can carry my child, right?â
You nod, too overwhelmed to do anything else, but the thought of itâof him filling you over and over until youâre pregnantâmakes a fresh wave of arousal pool low in your belly. Itâs a thought that wouldâve terrified you once, but now, with Seb holding you like this, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
Seb kisses your temple again, his voice soft and comforting as he murmurs, âYouâre everything to me, baby. My perfect girl.â
You smile softly, your body sinking into his as you let his warmth surround you. Maybe there were doubts before, maybe there was fear, but here, in his arms, with the taste of pure bliss still lingering on your skin, you know you made the right choice. Thereâs no room for regret when it feels like thisâwhen he makes you feel like this.
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room for one more
pairing: movie star!bucky barnes x female reader x movie star!steve rogers
summary: you meet your boyfriend's best friend for the first time, and he perfectly matches the energy of your relationship. then, what was meant to be a fun night for the three of you, turns into something more.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, threesome, piv sex, anal sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f and m receiving), anal fingering, come eating/swallowing, come play, semi-public play, light bdsm, check-ins, marking/bruises, teasing, edging, light overstimulation, some m/m (kissing and hand-holding), dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (sweetheart, baby), aftercare, established relationship, happy ending polycule
word count: 12.2k
a/n: i was inspired by those pics from last month at the walk of fame ceremony, and this was originally just going to be a fun, flirty threesome. but then as i was writing, the characters decided we were adding some bucky/steve to the mix, so here we are!!! i haven't written anything like this before so i hope i did ok 𫣠also i did not mean for this fic to be so long but i had so much fun writing it, i just couldn't stop hahah anyway! hope y'all enjoy!!!
A jolt of excitement shot down your spine when you recognized Steve Rogers approaching through the crowd beneath the white canvas tent set up on Hollywood Boulevard. Your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, mustâve felt the way your body tensed as you sat beside him, because his hand tightened on your bare thigh.Â
Bucky wasnât looking at youâheâd caught sight of his oldest friend, and the corners of his mouth were flickering in the way they did when he was trying to repress a grinâbut you could feel his own excitement in the way his fingers dug into your soft flesh. You had a feeling you werenât the only one thinking about the plans you, Bucky and Steve had for that evening.
But then your boyfriendâs touch was gone and Bucky was standing to greet his oldest friend with a tight hug. There were even a few enthusiastic back pats thrown into the mix. It was clear the men were happy to see each other.
You watched the interaction, fascinated. In all the time that youâd been dating Bucky, you hadnât met his childhood friend, nor had you seen them interact, and you couldnât help but notice the way he relaxed in Steveâs presence. Buckyâs shoulders loosened and his smile was easier. Normally, heâd be tense in a crowd surrounded by photographers, and look to you for comfortâand you were always happy to give it.Â
But it seemed you werenât the only person who could have a calming effect on Bucky, and it made you smile to see him catch up with Steve, a sense of happiness settling into your heart as you watched your boyfriend talk to his best friend. There was an easiness to their interaction that spoke to their decades of friendship, and instead of feeling put out that Bucky hadnât introduced you yet, you understood he needed a moment with Steve.Â
It had been months since theyâd last seen each other, and theyâd only been reunited for the Walk of Fame ceremony you were attending with Bucky, where a director he and his best friend had both worked with was receiving a star. The director had discovered Steve and Bucky when they were younger, giving them their first roles that eventually led to their careers in Hollywood.Â
âIs this your girl?â Steve asked, his friendly voice pitched a little louder so you could hear it over the crowd of people all crammed beneath the tent. You looked up and found Steveâs face tilted down toward you, his attention making you feel warm all over. There was a playful, devastatingly handsome tilt to his mouth as he asked, âThe future Mrs. Barnes?â
Steve held out both of his hands to you and you tipped your head back with a laugh as you slipped your fingers into his palms. He helped you to stand, his hands smoothing up your arms to your elbows, then pulled you into his orbit as he leaned in to brush kisses to both of your cheeks.Â
âItâs nice to finally meet you, Steve,â you murmured in between skimming your lips over his whiskered cheeks, enjoying the prickle of his beard against your soft skin.
Since you were so close, Steveâs warm, woodsy scent washed over you. Somehow, it went straight to your head and your core, making you sway a little on your heels as a warmth bloomed deep in your belly. You had to repress a shiver and hold yourself back from burying your face in Steveâs neck to inhale more of his delicious smell as you leaned back from your greeting.
âThe pap photos donât do you justice, sweetheart, youâre much more gorgeous in person,â Steve rumbled, his hands giving your arms a light squeeze before he stepped back to a more polite distance.
You felt bereft without Steveâs touch, and you reached instinctively for Buckyâs hand. Your boyfriend slid in next to you, catching your fingers in one of his hands while the other settled against your lower back. His familiar cologne filled your senses and you smiled up at him, feeling steadier as you leaned into Bucky. In your chest, your heart was racing, and you tried to make sense of the riot of emotions in your belly.Â
Thankfully, Steveâs comment about paparazzi got the men talking about their least favorite aspect of working in Hollywood and you could take a moment to collect yourself.
As you did, you took the opportunity to look at Steve properly.Â
Of course, youâd seen him in movies, and in plenty of photos on social media. Youâd even seen him in some pictures of the two friends that Bucky had hanging in the brownstone you shared together in Brooklyn. But it was a different thing entirely to see your boyfriendâs Hollywood heartthrob best friend in person.
Steve had made a name for himself in the business as the golden boy action hero, leading a franchise that had grossed over $2 billion with just three movies. In his mid-30s, he had his pick of any blockbuster movie role in town, and he had the looks and the talent to make whatever film he chose a success.
Your eyes, hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, raked down Steveâs body, and it struck you how much he looked like the epitome of an action hero with his broad shoulders and trim waist. His biceps bulged in the sleeves of his short-sleeved button-up and his thighs filled out his slacks nicely.
Trailing your eyes back up to his handsome face, you noted that Steveâs beard was well-groomed and his watch looked expensive despite its simplicity. But he managed to look much more down-to-earth with his navy blue cap and sunglasses than most of the overly shiny men in Hollywood.Â
It almost made you smile how you could immediately spot so many differences between Steve and Bucky, but, at the same time, so many similarities, too.Â
Although they were both actors, their career trajectories had gone in completely different directions. While Steve had become an action star, Bucky had made a name for himself in indie movies and prestige dramas. Also in his mid-30s, Bucky had a few major awards under his belt, and he was often flying around the world to promote his movies at film festivals like Cannes.Â
But, like Steve, heâd opted for a more down-to-earth look for the Walk of Fame ceremony, choosing a patterned button-up tucked into simple slacks. He looked a bit more polished, in your opinion, and just as handsome as his best friend. Though he didnât have the same broad build as Steve, he still looked strong and fitâand his ass filled out his slacks very nicely, which youâd told him before the two of you had left your hotel suite that morning.Â
âItâs a shame it took something like this to finally get you both out here to LA at the same time,â Steve said, getting your attention.Â
He shifted closer to your side opposite Bucky, making you feel almost caged in between their two broad chests. To your surprise, though, you didnât mind. You felt more comfortable between them, and you wondered what it would feel like to be pressed between their broad bodies without any clothes in the wayâŚ
âIâve been dying to meet your girl,â Steve went on, his voice dropping low so only you and your boyfriend could hear. His fingers skimmed up the back of your arm and across the bare skin of your shoulders, making you tremble lightly. Steveâs eyes danced across your face and he smirked as he said, âAnd I canât wait to get to know you intimately later tonight, sweetheart.â
You visibly shuddered at Steveâs suggestive words, your mind jumping immediately to the plans the three of you had for that evening. They entailed the hotel suite Bucky had booked for the evening, and the three of you alone together, completely naked. Touching, kissing, and more.
The plans were a result of conversations youâd had with your boyfriend. Bucky had told you early on in your relationship that he had a fantasy about sharing his girl with his best friend, and youâd liked the idea far more than youâd expected. However, it had been difficult to make happen, given his and Steveâs busy movie star schedules. So, despite it being the same day you were meeting Steve, that night might be the only time in a long time that it could happen.
But something about the energy between the three of you in that warm tent made you think that even if the plan wasnât already for you, Bucky and Steve to end up in bed together that night, it wouldâve happened anyway. You couldnât put your finger on why you thought so, but it had quite a bit to do with the hungry looks they were shooting your wayâand exchanging with each other.
âDonât get her all riled up yet, Stevie,â Bucky chided his best friend lightly, but when he cut his eyes to you behind his sunglasses, you could see a mischievous glimmer in their depths. âYou keep whispering in her ear like that, and sheâs gonna end up leaving a mess on her chair.â
Biting back a gasp, you squirmed against Buckyâs side, your embarrassment at his comment fanning the flames of your arousal. Your boyfriend chuckled at your reaction and wrapped his arm around your back, his fingers digging into your hip to hold you still, though that only made you want to writhe against him some more.
Steveâs eyebrows winged upward at Buckyâs comment, and you could tell from the slight shifting of his head that he was looking back and forth between your faces, a small smirk on his lips. âIs that so?â he asked, the slight edge of a challenge in his tone.Â
Bucky knew your body wellâhe knew what turned you on and just how wet he could make you with his words and voice alone. Youâd long since learned that your boyfriend got a great deal of enjoyment out of teasing you and working you up until you were begging for him. He loved seeing just how wet and sloppy he could make you, pushing you both until you were ravenous for each other.Â
So it didnât surprise you that Bucky shot his best friend a cocky grin and drawled, âOh Stevie, youâd be surprised at just how messy my girl can get.âÂ
Heat flushed fast and fierce through your body and you whipped your head around to look at your boyfriend. It was on the tip of your tongue to demand he and Steve take you back to your hotel, but at that moment, the event organizers began telling everyone to take their seats.Â
You were frustrated and thankful for the interruption as you took your seat between Bucky and Steve. Although the ceremony beginning meant there was no way you could convince Bucky to leave early, at least it meant your boyfriend and his best friend couldnât continue to torture you.
At least, thatâs what you naively believed. Until not one, but two hands slipped onto your bare thighs.Â
âYou donât mind, do ya, Buck?â Steve asked cheerfully across you, his thumb stroking over your skin in a way that nearly had you whimpering. He wore a shameless grin as he sat forward, looking at your boyfriend while touching you.
Your thoughts had scattered, and it didnât even occur to you how inappropriate it was for Steve to put his hand on your thigh right in front of your boyfriend. In the deepest reaches of your heart, it just felt right for both Bucky and Steve to have their hands on you. And instead of being surprised by Steveâs boldness, you just felt desperate for one of them to move their hand higher, to stroke their fingers over the spot where you needed them most.Â
âNot at all, Stevie,â Bucky replied easily, his tone almost nonchalant as he dragged his gaze up from Steveâs hand to his best friendâs face. âYou go right ahead,â he said, shifting in his chair, moving closer to you as he began stroking his thumb against your other leg, matching Steveâs rhythm so perfectly, it was maddening.
If you didnât know Bucky so well, you wouldnât have been able to detect the undercurrent of desire in his tone, or the way he was shifting in his seat to hide the slight bulge in the front of his slacks. Your whole body clenched tight with the reminder that you werenât the only one excited by the knowledge that you would be bringing Steve into your bed that evening.Â
Bucky clearly got off on seeing his best friendâs hand on your thigh and you relaxed a little. Your boyfriendâs desire calmed the anxiety you didnât know you hadâanxiety that you were the only one excited for moreâleaving only arousal simmering deliciously in your belly.
As if somehow sensing your thoughts, Bucky leaned in to whisper in your ear.
âHowâs it feel, baby?â Bucky purred, his voice as warm as the summer sun shining on the crowded tent. âHaving my best friendâs hand on your thigh, his fingers so close to your sweet, needy cunt?âÂ
Buckyâs fingers slid slowly up your thigh, curling beneath the hem of your dress, teasing closer to the heat nestled between your thighs. He was so close to touching you where you needed him most, that you had to bite back a whimper before even beginning to think about answering.Â
Your boyfriendâs fingers dug into your soft flesh, urging you to respond, but all you could manage was one word.
âBucky.â His name was the softest whine lilting from your lips, carried on the gentle California breeze. Your fingers were clinging to the edges of your seat and you squirmed restlessly, already feeling wetness gathering between your legs and soaking into the thin fabric of your panties.Â
âHush, sweetheart,â came Steveâs voice, rich and deep in your other ear. âYou keep squirming and whining like that, and you might draw attention to yourself.â His fingers slipped beneath your dress, slotting in between Buckyâs as both men gripped your thighs, groping you unabashedly despite the crowd that surrounded the three of you. âAnd we wouldnât want that, now would we?â
Buckyâs chuckle ghosted past the sensitive skin of your neck and your shoulders trembled with the effort it took to stop yourself from writhing on your chair. Pressing your lips together, you bit back the desperate mewl that threatened to spill from your lips, heeding Steveâs warning and suppressing the urge to beg them to touch you, crowd be damned.
Steve was right, after all. You were in a crowded tent, waiting for the Walk of Fame ceremony to begin, surrounded by your boyfriendâs friends and colleaguesâand there were cameras everywhere. You may have felt surrounded well enough by the broad shoulders of your boyfriend and his best friend sitting on either side of you, but it was a false sense of privacy.
You knew you needed to sit up straight and smile blandly, and pretend like Bucky and Steveâs hands werenât slowly inching closer to the juncture of your thighs. You needed to play the part of Buckyâs devoted girlfriend, and normally it wouldnât be too difficult. Your boyfriend didnât usually play this game in public, since he knew you were one photograph away from winding up on the home page of TMZ with a headline calling you Bucky Barnesâ whore or something equally degrading.Â
But there was something about Steve being there that was making your boyfriend act a little reckless. And, despite Steve being the one to warn you about the situation you were in, you knew he was the foolhardy one. You could feel his energy urging Bucky on, and your boyfriend seemed all too happy to match his best friendâs energy.Â
âDidnât you know, Stevie,â Bucky began, his voice quiet but easygoing, as if he was talking to his best friend about something as banal as the weather or their new movies. âMy girlâs a needy little slut, and she canât help acting like it.âÂ
Your teeth sank into your lower lip a mere second before the tips of Buckyâs fingers brushed so, so gently against the soaking wet fabric of your panties. A strangled moan caught in your throat and you tried to squirm in your seat, but Bucky and Steveâs hands clamped down hard on your thighs, holding you still.
âJust look at the way sheâs spreading her legs for us,â Bucky went on, a new warmth in his tone, like he was wholly enjoying the way you were getting worked up. âShe doesnât even know sheâs doing it.â Buckyâs face tilted toward you, and you could feel his gaze like a warm caress against your cheek as he asked, in a patronizingly sweet voice, âDo you, baby?â
Despite the chatter of the crowd around you, the sharp breath you inhaled at Buckyâs question was loud in your ears. You dragged your gaze away from your boyfriendâs face and looked down to see your thighs had spread open on your chair, much wider than was appropriate for the public ceremony, without you even noticing.
Your first instinct was to snap your legs closed, and somehow, both men seemed to anticipate it. Bucky and Steve moved simultaneously, almost as if theyâd planned it, shoving their hands under your dress to be trapped between your plush thighs. Their fingertips were so close to your pulsing heat, but not quite touching it.Â
Your legs clenched tight together around their warm hands, trying to force them to touch you, but it was no use. They were trapped, and so were you, unable to spread your legs and beg them for more while you were sitting in the crowded tent on Hollywood Boulevard.
If Bucky and Steve minded that their fingers were tangled together between your thighs, they didnât show it. Both men were grinning at each other, their bodies bracketing either side of yours, heads ducked together as if the three of you were simply having a private conversation.Â
But thatâs not what was happening. Your body was a riot of sensation, of desperate, burning need. Fisting your hands in your lap, you curled in on yourself and shuddered, biting your bottom lip hard against a moan of pleasure and frustration.Â
It felt so good to have their hands on you, but you wanted them to touch you for real. You wanted them to push your panties to the side and stroke your clit before plunging their fingers into your dripping hole. But they couldnât. And more than that, you knew they wouldnât. Not while the three of you were in public and surrounded by people.
Buckyâs hand settled over your curled fists, his strong fingers easing the tension from your hands until he could slip his palm into both of yours. âSit up, baby, the ceremonyâs finally starting,â Bucky murmured in your ear, not unkindly.Â
His other hand flexed gently on your thigh, making you wheeze and tremble as you straightened, but your boyfriend only chuckled under his breath when you shot him a little glare. He ducked close and pressed a kiss to your cheek, mollifying you for the moment.
Your fingers tangled with Buckyâs on your lap as you sat up and pushed your shoulders back, fixing a polite smile on your face. You did your best to ignore the fact that both your boyfriend and his best friendâs hands were tucked between your thighs beneath your dress, making a valiant effort to pretend as if nothing was amiss.Â
It helped that you had something to hold onto, your fingers twining idly with Buckyâs. You hadnât realized you were fidgeting a bit too much until you felt another hand land gently on your forearm, and you followed it up to look at Steve. He gave you a small, reassuring smile, his hand squeezing your arm lightly, and you settled further.Â
While the emcee of the ceremony took the small stage and began to introduce the director being honored, you managed to relax. You focused on the speech being given, and worked to remain quiet, despite the still burning heat in your blood.
You thought, once the ceremony began, the boys would behave themselves, but you were wrong.
Bucky and Steve seemed to work in synchrony, taking turns whispering filthy things into your ear that refused to let you forget you had their hands trapped between your thighs, your body aching for them to touch you.
Sometimes theyâd tease you with the predicament you found yourself in, and other times theyâd make promises that they intended to fulfill once the three of you were alone.
They were equally merciless, their words getting dirtier and dirtier as the ceremony went on, and your core throbbed unrelentingly, the evidence of your drawn-out arousal dripping into your panties and smearing on the plastic seat of the chair.Â
It became increasingly apparent that Buckyâs playful warning would come trueâyou were going to leave a wet spot behind when you stood up. But no matter how you tried to rein in your desire, Bucky and Steve were determined to keep you on edge with their words and their touch alone. It was all you could do to try to portray the image of a respectful Hollywood girlfriend, and not the wanton slut all three of you knew you to be.Â
Finally, the ceremony wrapped up and all around you, people began to stand and chatter again as photographers hired for the event escorted some to have their pictures taken with the director being honored.Â
The reality that youâd have to stand up on legs that felt like butter melted in the summer sun hit you all at once, and you grabbed Buckyâs hand before he could stand up. You gave him a desperate, pleading look, unable to find the words to ask for help.Â
But your boyfriend mustâve felt the way your leg trembled beneath his other hand, because he seemed to understand your plight. He glanced around before removing his hand from under your dress, Steve following his lead and doing the same.Â
Both men had turned their bodies toward you, caging you in and protecting you from the eyes of the crowd and the paparazzi. Bucky wrapped his arm tightly around your waist while Steve braced your arm under his, and they both helped you to stand.Â
It took a moment, and you swayed between their broad bodies, their scents swirling around you and making you want to sink into both of them. But after a moment, you managed to get your legs to work and hold you up with minimal help from your boyfriend and his best friend.
Once you were steady, you watched the boys exchange a look and then, in tandem, they looked over your shoulder and down at the seat where youâd just been sitting. You, however, didnât need to look to know what theyâd see, and your cheeks flamed with red-hot embarrassment, even as your core throbbed in arousal.Â
Steve sucked in a sharp breath at the same time Bucky chuckled, and you knewâthere was a wet spot on your chair. You tried to bury your face in Buckyâs chest, but he tutted at you quietly and gripped your chin to turn your face to Steve.Â
Your boyfriendâs best friend had waited until he had your attention, then he shot you a wicked grin before ducking down and wiping his fingers through the mess youâd left behind on the seat, cleaning up most of it. As he stood back up, he popped his fingers into his mouth.
Your whole body felt like it was on fire as you watched Steve lick your arousal from his fingers, his soft groans reaching your ears over the noise of the crowd.Â
âMm, you taste just as sweet as I hoped,â Steve murmured, crowding into you with a delicious smirk curling his mouth. Leaning in, his beard brushed gently against your cheek, making you shudder. âYou really are just as much of a slut as Bucky said, huh?âÂ
You tried to bite back a whimper, but the soft sound of desperation slipped free from your lips. âYes,â you mewled, meeting Steveâs gaze through both your sunglasses, feeling his hunger sear you to the bone while Buckyâs hands held you steady.Â
âCanât wait to bury my mouth in your cunt later, sweetheart,â Steve rumbled, nuzzling the side of your face lightly. You could smell yourself on his breath, and it made you tremble harder in Buckyâs arms. âGonna make you scream for being such a good girl and putting up with me and Buckyâs teasing.â
Your eyes were wide behind your sunglasses, your breathing shallow, and you couldnât stop shaking with desire. You felt like you might explode right there on Hollywood Boulevard, and Bucky seemed to sense that youâd been pushed to your limit.Â
âAlright, Stevie, thatâs enough,â Bucky said as he tucked you in beneath his arm. His tone held an undercurrent of finality, and Steve backed off, nodding as he gave your elbow an apologetic squeeze.
Then Buckyâs fingers were gently nudging your chin to lift so he could look at your face and check on you. Even through his sunglasses, you could feel his gaze roving over your face and you smiled softly to let him know you were ok. Bucky pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.
âYou were a very good girl, baby,â he praised in a soft rumble, swiping his thumb just beneath your bottom lip, cleaning away some of your lipgloss. âIâm so proud of you.â He brushed another kiss to your forehead and let your head fall against his shoulder, taking a moment amidst the chaos of the post-ceremony rush to hold you.
You snuggled into your boyfriend despite the warm summer heat in the tent, enjoying the comfort of his familiar scent and letting it relax you. You knew you still had a few hours before Bucky and Steve would take you back to the hotel suite your boyfriend had booked for the night, and you took the opportunity to let the desire in your body cool just a bit.
Too soon, a photographer was calling for Bucky and Steve and they left you to take photos with the director. You waited for them, long having gotten used to watching Bucky get his picture taken.Â
As you watched Bucky and Steve laugh together, throwing their arms around each other, you were struck again by how much at ease your boyfriend was with his best friend. Part of the reason heâd chosen to get a place in Brooklyn was that he said he always felt awkward at Hollywood events, and youâd squeezed his hand in comfort enough times to know that to be the truth.
But with Steve at his side, Bucky looked just as relaxed as if the three of you were hanging out alone, throwing his head back as his best friend made some kind of joke just for him.Â
It occurred to you that perhaps you should feel jealous. After all, you took great pride in being one of the few people who could make Bucky feel comfortable and relaxed. But instead you just felt happyâyou were glad Bucky had someone else in his life who made him feel at ease.
When the pictures were finally done, Bucky cut through the crowd to wind an arm around your waist, tugging you against his body and dropping his mouth to yours for a quick kiss.
âReady to get out of here, baby?â he murmured, a delicious smirk on his handsome face. You nodded eagerly as Steve slid in next to Bucky, joining the two of you and making a circle of three. You smiled at Steve, who gave you a devastating grin in return.
The hours after the ceremony went by in a blur. Despite your best efforts to calm yourself, burning need simmered low in your belly, ensuring your body never properly settled, even through the early dinner you shared with Bucky, Steve and some of their close Hollywood friends.Â
Your pulse seemed to beat in time with the watch on Steveâs wrist, your body instinctively counting down the seconds until your boyfriend and his best friend would take you back to the hotel and fulfill their promises of sharing you. You had to keep your thoughts on other things, lest you leave another wet spot on your seat, while you smiled and chatted through dinner.
The elevator in the hotel felt too cramped for the three of you, and you clung desperately to Buckyâs hand, your fingers twisted so tightly around his, you wouldâve worried about cutting off his circulation if you could think of anything else but the throbbing heat between your thighs. Steve snagged your other hand, holding it tightly and giving it an encouraging squeeze that you felt in your core.
The door to the hotel suite had barely closed when Steve pounced on you, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat as he backed you up into Buckyâs chest, his lips descending on yours as he took possession of your mouth like you were his to devour. You let out a small squeak of surprise before surrendering to Steveâs plundering mouth, sinking into the need and desire of his tongue as it stroked against yours.
Buckyâs hands circled your upper arms, holding you pinned between the two menâs firm bodies while Steve ravaged your mouth. Unable to stop himself, Bucky dropped his mouth to your neck, kissing the fluttering spot over your thrumming pulse point and nuzzling your soft skin with his whiskered jaw until you were shivering with need.
Then Steve was dropping to his knees, right there in the entryway of the suite, muttering something about needing to taste your cunt straight from the source. If it wasnât for Bucky holding you steady, your knees wouldâve given out at the sight of the golden boy action hero staring at the juncture of your thighs with such determination, it sent a quiver of anticipation down your spine.
Steve moved quickly, pushing your dress up past your thighs and ripping your panties down your legs, tossing them away. He crawled closer, throwing one of your thighs over his broad shoulder before burying his face in your cunt, groaning loudly against your slick folds.
Bucky held you propped up against his chest, his hands holding your dress up so the both of you could stare down your body and watch Steve feast on you like a starving man. While his best friend ate you out, Bucky pressed kisses and little love bites into your neck, murmuring soft praises in your ear.
Your boyfriend told you what a good girl you were, behaving so well for him and his best friend while Steveâs tongue buried deep into your pussy, his lips sucking on your clit until you came with a scream. Your spine arched, and you twined a hand in Steveâs soft blond hair while your other clung to Buckyâs arm, holding onto both of them as you shattered apart on Steveâs tongue.
After that preamble in the suiteâs entryway, it wasnât long before you were bouncing on Steveâs cock, another orgasm quickly building in your core.Â
The boys had divested you of your remaining clothing and shed theirs in a flurry of hands skimming over naked skin and low, appreciative groans. You hadnât been able to stop touching either of them, your fingers raking over hardened muscle and nails digging into golden skin. You felt drunk and gluttonous on the ability to finally touch them, really touch them, in the true privacy of the hotel suite.
As you fucked yourself on Steveâs perfect cock, your hands never seemed to stop moving, fingers digging into his pecs, his abs, trailing up the sides of his ribs until he was laughing and moaning at the same time. His face was a little flushed, rosy pink spots in his cheeks, and his mouth flattened into a determined line. Steve was just as beautiful undone beneath you as heâd been when youâd first seen him in person on Hollywood Boulevard.
âFuckâfuck, sweetheart, your cuntâs squeezing me so fucking tight,â Steve huffed, his hips working up between your thighs, impaling you on his thick cock. âFuck, âm gonna blow in your pretty pussy in no time if you keepâŚâÂ
He trailed off as the tip of his dick hit a spot inside you that made your whole pussy clench down on his hard, heavy length. Steve threw his head back with a growly groan, his fingers digging so hard into your soft hips, you suspected heâd leave bruises behind.
Not that you minded in the least.Â
It felt too good, Steveâs thick, hard length pounding into you from below, bouncing you on his cock so your tits heaved and you wanted to pinch your nipples, but you were too eager to keep touching your boyfriendâs best friend to tear your hands away.Â
Your gaze trailed away from Steve, finding Bucky sitting back on his knees beside you and his best friend, a satisfied smirk on his perfect mouth while he pumped his own cock lazily in his fist. His glimmering blue eyes were focused on the place where you were impaled on Steveâs cock, but when you whined desperately, his gaze flicked up to meet yours.
âYa having fun, baby?â Bucky asked, humor in his tone as he ignored the pleading look in your eyes. A drop of precum beaded at the tip of his dick and your mouth watered with the desire to flick your tongue over his cock head and lap it up. But then you remembered heâd asked you a question.
âYes, yes, but I need more,â you rasped, your voice husky with arousal, stuttering out of you as Steve kept pounding you from below. You arched your spine, sticking out your tits and putting them on display for the men while your fingers dug into Steveâs abs, hoping your boyfriend would take the hint,
âGreedy girl,â Bucky said, chuckling good-naturedly as he shifted closer on his knees. You angled your body toward him and he took one of your breasts in his free hand, kneading it with dextrous fingers while his mouth descended on the other. He sucked your nipple into his mouth and laved his tongue over it, still stroking his cock.
If Steve cared that Buckyâs cock was close to leaking all over his arm and ribs, he didnât say. Instead, the blond manâs eyes glittered with desire as he watched your boyfriend play with your tits.
âChrist, Buck, you get to fuck this pussy every day?â Steve huffed, awe and a little bit of jealousy in his ragged voice.Â
Buckyâs low laugh ghosted over your dewy skin. He gave your nipple one last affectionate suckle before pulling his mouth away, his other hand trailing down your body and between your thighs. Your boyfriend teased a fingertip around your clit, making your body jerk, a whine slipping from your lips that only made him laugh again.
âStevie,â Bucky began, light admonishment in his tone. He rubbed your clit, making you wail in pleasure as your body clenched down hard around Steveâs cock, pulling a loud grunt from the man between your thighs. âI fuck this pussy multiple times a day. You know how she feels now, wouldnât you fuck her every chance you got?â
âYesâfucking christ, yes,â Steve groaned, his chest heaving, hips rising up from the bed as he fucked you harder, chasing his release.Â
His wild blue eyes caught yours, Steveâs expression fixed into one of tenacity that made your pussy flutter.Â
âCâmon, sweetheart,â he rasped, his fingers digging deeper into your hips, nearing the point of pain as he pulled you down onto his stiff length. âCome on my cockâlet me feel you before I blow my load in your cunt, please.â
You didnât know if it was Steveâs âpleaseâ or his cock buried deep in your pussy or Buckyâs fingers on your clitâthough you suspected it was a combination of all threeâbut the pleasure coiling tight in your core snapped. Electric currents of ecstasy flashed through your body as you came. Tossing your head back, you screamed your release to the heavens, your hips working of their own accord, grinding your pulsing cunt mercilessly on Steveâs cock.
Your boyfriendâs best friend was right behind you, coming with a rough shout, the tendons of his neck straining with his head thrown back on the bed. His fingers dug so deep into your plush hips, you couldâve sworn they reached down to the bone as he pulled you flush against his abdomen.
He was so deep inside you that you could feel his cock twitch and the pulsing warmth of his come as it flooded your pussy. The sensation dragged another fluttering wave from your cunt, and you writhed against Steve, both of you eking out as much pleasure from each other as possible.Â
Buckyâs fingers didnât relent on your clit until you whined at the overstimulation, your upper body swaying almost drunkenly. Your head felt like it was filled with puffy clouds of pleasure as you slowly came down from the peak of your release, enjoying the way your body buzzed and your pussy fluttered around Steveâs softening cock.
âYou did so good, baby,â Bucky murmured into your cheek before kissing your temple tenderly.Â
A smile flickered at the corners of your lips as your eyes slid closed and you slumped against your boyfriendâs broad chest. You pressed your face into his sternum, inhaling the comforting, familiar scent of his cologne lingering on his skin.Â
For a long moment, the three of you stayed like that. Buckyâs hand trailed comfortingly up and down your spine, his lips pressing sweet kisses to your face, while Steveâs big hands massaged your hips to ease some of the sting from his brutal grip. You were still going to bruise, but you didnât mind having his marks on you.
Unsurprisingly, their hands touching you, no matter how gentle and soft they were being, had an effect on you, and it wasnât long before desire rekindled in your core. Your hips squirmed restlessly, feeling Steveâs cock slip from your pussy, his release dripping out of you and making a mess of both your bodies.Â
âBucky,â you whispered, fingers trailing down his chest and taking his hard length in your hand. Your boyfriendâs cock jumped excitedly against your palm, the tip leaking precum that you desperately wanted to taste. Siting up, you looked up at your boyfriend from under your lashes, the corner of your mouth curling in a smirk. âDâyou want my mouth or my pussy?â
A pained sounding groan came from Steve, drawing both your and Buckyâs attention. The blond man had thrown an arm over his eyes, looking exhausted, even with the smile playing around the edges of his mouth.
âYouâre killing me, sweetheart,â Steve muttered, but you could feel his cock twitching beneath your messy cunt, trying to harden again already.
Bucky laughed huskily, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck before he pulled you to him for a consuming kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth and you wondered distantly if he could taste Steveâs kiss on your lips, but then he groaned into you and all thoughts scattered from your mind.
When your boyfriend finally pulled away, you were breathless with anticipation, your wetness dripping from your pussy to coat Steveâs already slick cock.Â
âYouâre gonna clean up the mess you left all over Stevieâs cock, baby,â Bucky rumbled, his hand cupped beneath your chin, fingers digging lightly into your cheeks. âWhile I pump your pretty pussy full of another load of come. Dâyou want that?â
You smiled and nodded eagerly, not even needing to think about it. âYes, please!â
Both men chuckled at your enthusiastic response as they began shifting on the bed, rearranging themselves to make Buckyâs words come true.Â
Steve dragged his half-hard cock from between your messy folds, making you whimper at the loss of him as the cold hotel air rushed in against your throbbing core. The blond man smirked a little smugly, ducking forward and capturing your lips in an apologetic kiss.
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â he rumbled when he pulled away, laughter in his tone. âYouâll have my cock again before tonightâs over.â He dropped one, last smacking kiss to your lips before shifting up the bed. He flopped down in the mound of pillows with a contented sigh and spread his thick, golden thighs for you to crawl between.Â
You bent forward onto your hands and knees and slid up the bed to settle between Steveâs legs, your fingers playing with the golden hair covering the taut muscles of his thighs as you pressed your face to his hip, leaving a lingering kiss against his skin.Â
You felt Bucky moving into position behind you, and you smiled against Steveâs abdomen when your boyfriendâs hands grabbed your hips. A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine as you kissed closer to Steveâs cock.
Bucky adjusted your body until your ass lined up with his lap. His cock pressed between your closed thighs, sliding through the slickness of your and his best friendâs releases to coat his hard length, and you moaned into the thick thatch of hair at the base of Steveâs cock.Â
Turning your head to the side, you lowered your shoulders so your boyfriend could see you nuzzling his best friendâs hardening dick, which was still soaking wet with a mixture of his come and yours. The scent of your release mixing with Steveâs while Bucky teased you from behind was a heady thing and your hips swayed from side to side, your pussy aching desperately to be filled again.
âReady for me, baby?â Bucky teased, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. He dragged the head of his cock through your dripping slit, making you whine and try to push back onto his stiff length.Â
Cutting your eyes over your shoulder, you gave your boyfriend a pleading look. âPlease, Bucky, just fuck me,â you mewled, arching your back and spreading your thighs as much as you could, presenting your pussy to your boyfriend the way you knew he liked.Â
You could tell by the way Buckyâs blue eyes darkened and dropped to the cleft of your ass that he liked what he saw. His big hands groped your thighs, then your ass, spreading your cheeks wide and grinning as he ran his thumbs along the seam of your pussy, pulling you open for him.Â
âWell, since you begged so prettyâŚâ He trailed off as he lined himself up with your hole, and then he was shoving the full length of his cock deep in your cunt.
You cried out in pleasure as Bucky speared into your sensitive hole, your face pressing against Steveâs cock, which jumped in response as if begging for your attention.Â
Looking up Steveâs muscular form, you found him propped up on the pillows at the head of the bed, one arm angled behind his head. His bicep bulged in a way that made your mouth water, wanting to trace the veins of his arm. Instead, you put your tongue to use on his cock, dragging the flat of it up the entire length and humming a satisfied sound as the taste of your combined releases filled your mouth.
âChrist, sweetheart,â Steve groaned, his hips jerking up off the bed, pushing his hardening length against your kiss-swollen lips as if begging for more.
You acquiesced to his bodyâs wordless plea, taking the tip of him into your mouth and sucking softly, swirling your tongue around the head, wringing a grunt from Steve. His hand fell gently to the crown of your head, petting you affectionately as you worked his cock deep into your mouth, your lips forming a seal as you sucked him to full hardness.
âOh f-fuck,â Steve moaned, a slight tremor working through his thick thighs on either side of your body. His fingers flexed against your head, but he didnât push you away or pull you closer. âJesus, Buck, you didnât mention your girlâs mouth felt like fucking heaven,â he ground out through a clenched jaw, his eyes flicking to your boyfriend over your shoulder.
Bucky chuckled, fucking you in slow, lazy strokes, seemingly content to watch you suck off his best friend.Â
You knew exactly what he was doing, taking his time to give Steve the chance to recover so the two of them could take you at the same time. When you and Bucky had first discussed details about inviting Steve to join you for the night, youâd admitted that youâd fantasized about being spit-roasted, and you knew your wonderful boyfriend was making sure it happened before he took his own pleasure.
Bucky groped your ass tenderly, bringing you back to the moment as he laughed at Steveâs comment.Â
âSome things you just gotta figure out for yourself, Stevie,â came your boyfriendâs snarky reply, but his voice was low and gruff.Â
You could hear just how much your boyfriend was affected and you smirked around Steveâs cock, refocusing on your task so the two of them could fuck you properly and Bucky could come.Â
âJust wait till you feel her ass,â Bucky went on, surprising you by rubbing his thumb teasingly over your tight rosebud. âMy girlâs tightest hole will have ya seeing stars.âÂ
You hummed a pleased sound at Buckyâs praise, wringing a grunt from Steve as the vibrations travelled down his cock, and pushed your ass back against the tip of your boyfriendâs thumb. He chuckled, pressing past the ring of muscle in your ass and making your entire body melt when all three of your holes were filled.
Your throat relaxed enough that Steveâs cock slid into it, and you swallowed around him, making his hips stutter up off the bed again at the squeeze of your muscles. It seemed to take him effort to settle back onto the mattress, his hand flexing furiously against your head.
âF-fuck, sweetheart,â he groaned, while you bobbed up and down on his dick. Spit and drool coated the length of him, slipping past your lips and down your chin, making a new mess on his cock. âYouâre gonna suck out my fucking soul if ya keep doing that.âÂ
You huffed a laugh before taking Steve to the root and looking up at him from under your lashes. His blue eyes were glittering with desire, but there was something else in his gaze, too. Something deeper that you couldnât quite name, but made your heart pound a little bit harder.
Looking away from his searing gaze, you refocused on sucking Steveâs cock and reveling in the feeling of Buckyâs dick in your pussy while his thumb stayed buried in your ass.
The three of you lapsed into silence, save for the grunts and groans from Steve, and the rumbling growls from Bucky as he kept his self-control on a tightly held leash and fucked you in firm, steady strokes. Your own sounds were muffled by Steveâs cock, but the soft, wet noises added to the small cacophony of pleasure filling your ears.
Finally, when Steveâs cock was twitching and so slick with your spit that he was sliding easily into your throat, he used his hand on your head to gently pull you off him. When you glanced up at him, though, he wasnât looking at you. Craning your head to look over your shoulder, you saw Bucky give his best friend a nod and you realized he mustâve shared your fantasy with Steve.
The realization didnât bother you, and you paused. It should bother you that your boyfriend shared something so intimate about you with his best friend, shouldnât it? But you found you didnât mind, because you liked Steve. Not only did you like him, you trusted him.Â
If youâd been able to think about it more, you mightâve realized that what you were beginning to feel for Steve was deeper than like and trust, but your boyfriendâs best friend was moving, dragging your attention back to the moment and the heat building steadily in your core.
Steve ducked forward to capture your lips in a quick kiss, tasting himself on your lips before he shifted up onto his knees, moving closer to you to line up the tip of his cock with your mouth. With one fist wrapped around the base of his length, Steve ran the tip along your pouting lower lip, leaving a trail of precum that you eagerly licked up.
âEager little cum slut, arenât you, sweetheart?â Steve rumbled with a low chuckle. He barely gave you time to grin and nod before he was pushing his cock between your lips like he was too impatient to wait for your answer when your hot mouth was so close to his hard length. âThatâs it, take my cockâIâll fill your slutty tummy with all the come in my balls.â
When he was buried in your throat, you moaned as loudly as you could manage, a shiver racing down your spine as you basked in the feeling of being filled from both ends. Buckyâs thick, hard cock was buried to the hilt in your pussy, his thumb still filling your ass, and Steveâs dick was pressed so deep in your throat, you could only breathe through your nose.
âCareful, Stevie,â Bucky warned, but there was more warmth than menace in his tone. âIf you keep spoiling my girl, you might have to join us more often.â He pulled his hips back, until only the tip of his cock remained inside you, before snapping them forward more forcefully against your ass. The sharp smacking sound of flesh meeting flesh met your ears and you moaned again.
âJesus, Buck,â Steve groaned, his cock twitching in your throat as he grabbed the sides of your head and began to pump shallowly into your mouth. âI might finally move back to Brooklyn if you promise I can fuck your girl with you on the regular.â He bit back a moan, gritting his teeth as he fucked your mouth faster, matching Buckyâs pace. âI donât think Iâll ever get tired of burying my dick in one of your girlâs tight holes.â
You purred in pleasure at Steveâs praise, the corners of your mouth curling into a faint smile as he spread your lips to bury his cock in your throat. Your boyfriendâs best friend grunted in pleasure and he shoved harder into your mouth, pushing your nose against his abdomen until you were fully pinned between the two men and impaled on their cocks.Â
It was heaven, your mind floating with ecstasy as you gave yourself over to sensation. The slick drag of Buckyâs cock in your cunt, fucking Steveâs come deeper into you as he pounded your hole while he used his thumb in your ass to pull you back onto his hard length. Steveâs cock was thick and throbbing and delicious on your tongue, your lips closing around him to suck on his hardness as much as you could.
âShoulda known the only way to get you back to Brooklyn was luring you with my girlâs pussy,â Bucky grunted, laughter in his voice. His hips slapped roughly against your ass, his free hand kneading your soft flesh and making you moan around Steveâs cock. âYou can stay with us while you look for a place,â he offered, his tone snarky despite his obvious arousal.Â
Pleasure swirled through your body, filling your head with fog, and it took you a long moment to understand Buckyâs words. If it had been anyone else, you mightâve been annoyed at Bucky for offering to let someone stay with you both without asking you first, but because it was Steve, you didnât mind. In fact, the idea of Steve staying at the brownstone you and Bucky called home sounded perfectânot the least of which because it meant he and your boyfriend could fuck you whenever they wanted.
Your response to your boyfriendâs offer was delayed by the consuming pleasure they were giving you. So you moaned your delight belatedly at what the men were discussing, making them both chuckle.Â
Steve stroked his thumb over your hollowed cheek, tilting your face up so he could look into your eyes while he kept fucking your throat.Â
âYou like the sound of that, sweetheart?â he asked, his tone patronizingly sweet. âAre you so much of a needy slut that you need two cocks to keep your cunt satisfied?â
Before you had a chance to nod or offer some other answer in the affirmative, Bucky huffed a laugh and spanked your ass lightly, the sound cracking through the hotel suiteâs bedroom.
âOh, sheâs definitely that much of a slut,â he rumbled, his tone thick with love and affection, making you purr again. âArenât you, baby?âÂ
Obediently, you nodded your head, bobbing your mouth on Steveâs cock in the process and pulling a grunt from him even as both men laughed at your response. The boys fell silent again as they focused on fucking you, but your boyfriend didnât seem able to stay quiet for long.
âIf you do stay with us, watch out, Stevieâmy girl loves sucking cock first thing in the morning.â
Your heart raced with excitement at the implication of Buckyâs words. It was one thing to be fucked by your boyfriend and his best friend in a random hotel room across the country from your home. It was another thing entirely for your boyfriend to let you wake up his best friend with a blow job.Â
You couldnât help but wonder if, in this hypothetical situation, Bucky was watching you suck Steveâs cock first thing in the morning. And, if so, was he in bed with his best friend⌠You began to suspect you and your boyfriend had a few things to talk about once he and his best friend were done fucking you.
âYou kidding me, Buck?â Steve rasped, pulling your attention back to the present. âWaking up and immediately draining my balls in your girlâs perfect mouth sounds like a fucking dream.âÂ
He groaned, fucking your mouth harder, his thumbs swiping away the few tears that were falling onto your cheeks. Your heart beat harder, loving the way Steve was with you, so rough and gentle at the same time. So much like how Bucky treated you.Â
âFuck, sweetheart, youâd always have the taste of my cock on your tongue if I had anything to say about it,â Steve cooed down at you, making you hum happily as pleasure swirled through you. Your lips curled, trying to smile as much as you could manage as you stared up at Steve.
âFucking hell, Stevie,â Bucky growled, sounding angry at his best friendâs words, but you could feel the way his cock twitched inside you.Â
Steve, though, wasnât afforded the knowledge of Buckyâs bodyâs reaction to the thought of your mouth always tasting like his best friendâs come and he laughed abashedly.Â
âSorry, Buck, âm sure you donât wanna be thinking about my cock while youâre kissing your girl.âÂ
Your boyfriend was uncharacteristically silent for a long beat, and both men slowed their movements. Steveâs hips stuttered to a stop with your face pressed to his abdomen so you couldnât look up and see what was happening.Â
The men mustâve been exchanging a wordless look because you could feel the energy in the room changing. It was uncertain at first, then tentative, then all-consuming.
âFuck,â Steve wheezed, his chest heaving with deep breaths as he grabbed your head and held you still so he could pound into your mouth.
âFuck âer good, Stevie,â Bucky rumbled, his command drenched in desire. âFill her mouth with your come, and coat her tongue in it.âÂ
Behind you, your boyfriendâs thrusts turned hard and rough, his thumb sliding free from your ass so he could grab your hips hard. His fingers dug into your plush curves hard enough, you knew he was going to give you a second set of bruises to match the ones Steve had left. Something about that felt perfectly right.
As for you, you were pinned so firmly between the two men, all you could do was suck Steveâs cock and moan at the ravenous pleasure burning through your body.Â
It wasnât long before Steveâs length twitched against your tongue and he pulled back until only the tip of his cock was in your mouth. He groaned loudly a second before he erupted in your mouth, filling it with rope after rope of his come, just like Bucky had told him to.Â
It covered your tongue and slid down your throat, and you worked to swallow all of it while Steve furiously jacked off the rest of his stiff length, making sure he drained every drop from his balls.
As Steve came, Buckyâs hand curved around your hip and slipped between your thighs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it hard just the way he knew you liked. In just a few seconds, Bucky had you shattering apart beneath him, your body trembling as you moaned around Steveâs softening cock, the vibrations making one last rope fall onto your tongue.
Your boyfriend mustâve been holding out for your release, because at the first clench of your cunt around his hard length, he was groaning. Buckyâs cock throbbed in your pussy and he buried himself to the root, filling you up with even more come and painting your cunt with his spend.Â
The three of you writhed together as you each drew out each otherâs orgasms. Your mouth popped off the end of Steveâs cock to suckle on his balls, making him shudder and let out the most tortured groan that was music to your ears. Bucky kept fucking you through the aftershocks of your release, ensuring every drop of his come was buried deep in your cunt.
Finally, when all three of you were exhausted and sated, you collapsed together on the soft hotel mattress. Buckyâs arm wrapped around your front and he hauled you up the bed to settle on your back against the pillows between him and Steve. Your legs were all tangled together and you couldnât help the blissed out, happy smile that spread across your face as you looked from one man to the other.
âThat was fucking amazing, sweetheart,â Steve murmured against your cheek before pressing a sweet kiss to your sweat-slick skin.
Bucky chuckled but nodded his agreement, dropping a kiss to your shoulder. âYou were such a good girl, baby, you took both of us so well.â His fingers were dancing over your ribs, making you giggle and melt beneath their affectionate kisses and warm praise.
But something was niggling at you, a reminder of the moment Bucky and Steve had shared while theyâd been buried inside you. The words Bucky had growled to his best friend flitted through your mind and you cut your eyes to your boyfriend, before shifting your gaze to his best friend, wondering if either of them were going to bring them up.
The energy in the room wasnât awkward, but you could tell by the way they werenât looking at each other, and were only paying attention to you that neither of them was going to revisit what was said between them in the heat of the moment. Rolling your eyes to yourself and huffing a silent sigh, you reached up and grabbed Steve by the back of the neck, pulling him to you for a messy kiss.Â
He groaned when he tasted himself on your tongue and you could feel the corner of his mouth curl in a self-satisfied smile. But before the kiss could last too long, and too much of Steveâs taste could be washed from your tongue, you pulled away.
Turning to Bucky, you looked your boyfriend deep in the eye, a question in the slight raise of your brow. It took him a moment to understand what you were doing, but when he did, his gaze darkened with desire and his eyes dropped to your mouth.Â
Then Bucky was kissing youâno, devouring you. His tongue plunged into your mouth and stroked against yours like he was licking it clean. A deep, guttural groan shuddered through your boyfriend when he tasted his best friendâs come on your tongue, and you could feel his cock twitch against your hip.Â
Bucky kissed you until Steveâs taste was gone, and then he kissed you some more, his mouth worshipping yours in a way that stole your breath from your lungs. When he pulled away, he gave you a long, loving look, before his eyes lifted to his best friend.Â
The men stared at each other for a long moment. You waited quietly between them with bated breath, wondering what would happen nextâŚ
For years to come, Bucky and Steve would fight good-naturedly over who leaned in firstâwho took that leap forward to turn their friendship into something more. Both of them would boast that they were the brave one.Â
And every time they had their little fight, youâd get to tell Bucky and Steve that they both leaned forward at exactly the same second. That was the truth, and you knew because youâd been there to witness their first kiss.
Bucky and Steveâs mouths came together in a primal clashing of teeth and tongues, their lips consuming each other as they both groaned low in their chests. Years and years of friendship, and the something more that had been simmering beneath it, came to the surface, both men pouring their feelings into their kiss.
All you could do was watch, part of you shocked and part of you entirely unsurprised.
It was a wondrous thing to behold, your boyfriend kissing his oldest friend with just as much fervor as he kissed you after being gone on a long film shoot. They were both so gluttonous for each other, and you could feel the depth of their love changing as the kiss slowed into something tender.
Youâd have been lying if youâd said the sight of Bucky and Steve kissing hadnât rekindled the heat in your body that had been sated just moments before. But it helped that you could feel both of their cocks twitching and hardening against your hips while their hands buried in each otherâs hair.
Since you didnât want to ruin the moment for either of them, but you also couldnât remain still, not with your pussy pulsing desperately for attention, you slipped your hand between your legs. You trailed your fingers through the mess of wetness dripping from your cunt, pushing both menâs come back into your hole as you watched your boyfriend make out with his best friend in front of you.
You mustâve made a soundâor your thoroughly sopping wet pussy didâbecause Bucky and Steve finally pulled away from each other. Your boyfriendâs gaze dropped immediately to where you were fingering yourself, chuckling a low, filthy laugh.
âLooks like our girl doesnât appreciate being left out, Stevie,â Bucky commented, using his grip on Steveâs hair to tilt his best friendâs head down to look at your cunt.
You spread your thighs, showing the men how you were using your fingers to push their combined releases back into your cunt, letting out a wanton moan as you watched their eyes darken further with desire.Â
âMm,â Steve rumbled in agreement, flicking his gaze back up to Buckyâs. âThink we should do something about that, Buck?â he asked, humor in his tone. âAfter all, our girlâs been so good for us today.â
You whined a little at that, agreeing without words as you shoved a second finger into your well-used cunt, trying to sate some of the desire that was burning through your body with a renewed hunger.Â
âThat she has,â Bucky agreed, still talking to Steve like you werenât even there. Something about thatâabout both of them ganging up on you, made you hotter, wetter, and your thighs fell open even further.Â
Before you could take a breath deep enough to let out another whine, Bucky was rolling over and grabbing some lube from the bedside table and tossing it to Steve. Then the boys were hauling you up from the bed and arranging you on your knees between them, your back to Steveâs chest.Â
He was firm and steady behind you, his heart beating against your spine with just as much excitement as you felt in your belly.Â
You could feel Steve messing around with the lube, but your attention was solely on Bucky, who was pumping his thick cock in his fist. You could still see the sheen of your release on his thick length, but you didnât have time to appreciate that when he was pulling you onto his lap. Bucky impaled your pussy on his cock, shifting your weight to lay against his chest so Steve could spread your ass.
Steveâs cock pressed against your tight rosebud and both men used their hands to soothe your body and urge you to relax for them. Bucky cooed praises in your ear, telling you what a good girl you were for him and Steve. Your boyfriend caught your lips in a lazy kiss while Steve worked his cock into your ass, huffing and puffing the whole time.
âFuck, I can feel you inside her, Buck,â Steve wheezed when he was fully seated inside you. His head dropped to your shoulder, pressing kisses along your back while the three of you got used to the feeling of being joined together. âSheâs so fucking tight.â
You could practically hear the muscle in Steveâs jaw pop as he gritted his teeth. His cock twitched in your ass, making both you and Bucky moan. It felt so perfect, having them both inside you, filling you. You didnât think you would ever get enough of having Bucky and Steve inside you at the same time, overwhelming you as they pressed you between their broad bodies.
âMm, youâre making her tighter, Stevie,â Bucky murmured against your lips. Then he pulled back so he could look into your eye. âYou doing ok, baby?â he asked, checking in with you. His eyes were filled with concern, but it wasnât warranted.
âSooo good,â you moaned, your voice drenched in pleasure and a dazed smile curling your lips, âfeel sooo full.âÂ
You swayed a little, and your hands searched for something to grab onto, finding Buckyâs hand with one and Steveâs with the other. Their fingers laced with yours, their other hands on either side of your hips, holding you between them.Â
You couldnât stop thinking about how perfect and right it felt to be with them, before your thoughts were scattering at the sensation of them shifting inside you. A broken moan fell from your lips.
âI donât think sheâs gonna last much longer, Stevie,â Bucky warned, his voice a low rumble, his hips beginning to rock and fuck you on his cock.Â
Steve huffed a laugh, rolling his hips in tandem with Bucky. âI donât think Iâm gonna last much longer, Buck,â he rasped. âOur girlâs ass is so fucking tight, I feel like I could blow any second.â
You whined at the comment, unable to form the words to protest that idea, and Bucky immediately understood your distress.Â
âDonât worry, baby, weâd never get off without getting you off first,â he assured you, ducking forward for a quick kiss as your bodies writhed together.
At the same time, both Bucky and Steveâs hands slid down between your thighs. There was a moment of hesitation from both men, and you could practically feel them exchanging a look over your shoulder, but then their fingers slotted together, the tips finding your clit.Â
You didnât know which of them was rubbing you or if they both wereâand you didnât care. You just felt the burst of pleasure bloom from between your thighs and spread in a warm wave through your body. Your head fell back on Steveâs shoulder as you rocked between their firm, muscular bodies, their cocks filling you up so much you felt like they were imprinting themselves on your soul.
Though it was difficult with how tired you were, you kept your eyes cracked open, staring at Bucky and Steve, a part of you wishing theyâd kiss againâknowing they both wanted to. But instead, they kept exchanging heated glances, their gazes darting from you to each other.
Still, their hands curled together against your pussy as they fucked you and got you off together. You squeezed their hands in your own and they smiled, first at each other, then at you. You could feel something building between the three of you. Not just your pleasure, but something deeper, a bond that you knew was going to be the foundation of your new life together.
Spurred by Bucky and Steveâs cocks and their fingers on your clit, your release rolled over you like the crashing of a thunderstorm, shaking you to your core. The tightening of your body pushed both men over the edge at the same time, and they grunted and groaned their pleasure as the three of you rode out your releases together.
That time, when you collapsed to the bed, you were all finally fully sated.Â
Soft words and praises were exchanged as the three of you cleaned up in the bathroom, Bucky and Steve taking turns washing you in the shower before they scrubbed off themselves.Â
When you were towel dried and clad in one of Buckyâs t-shirts, Steve left the suit to grab his things from the room heâd also booked in the hotel. Youâd grumbled at that, not wanting him to leave even for a moment, but Bucky distracted you with a kiss while Steve ducked out.
While Steve was gone, Bucky used the opportunity to wrap you up in his arms and ask if you were ok with everything that had happened.Â
âBucky,â you murmured, rolling onto your back on the bed, pulling him with you so his head lay on your chest and your legs tangled together. âIâm more than okâeverything we did tonight feels right. Didnât it?âÂ
Bucky hummed in thought as you raked your nails through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp in the way you knew he liked. âYeah, it did,â he admitted after a moment. You could feel his smile through the cotton of your shirt a moment before he lifted up, his mouth finding yours in a slow, sweet kiss.Â
When he moved back to lay on your chest, he squeezed you tight, murmuring his love for you into your sternum, right above your beating heart. You carded your fingers through his hair, trailing them over his bare shoulders since heâd only put on a pair of boxer briefs to sleep in.
By the time Steve returned, you and Bucky were half asleep, laying entwined in the bed that was more than big enough for the three of you. Still, Steve paused at the edge of the bed, wearing his own pair of boxer briefs, and looked at the two of you as if unsure whether he should join you.
âRoom for one more?â Steve asked, and you could hear the hesitance in his voice.Â
A soft smile curved the corners of your mouth and you took a second to look at Steve. He was just as handsome in the dim light of the hotel suite as heâd been in the bright sunshine on Hollywood Boulevard, but you felt more than just excitement seeing him.Â
You may not have loved himâyetâbut you knew you could love Steve just as much as you loved Bucky. And you suspected Buckyâs feelings for his best friend were well on their way there already.Â
Steve wasnât just some Hollywood heartthrob to you anymore, or even just your boyfriendâs best friend. He was yours, and Buckyâs, just like you and Bucky were his.
Raising your arm to gesture Steve into bed, a giggle slipped from your lips when you realized you and Bucky had reached for him at the same time.Â
âThereâs plenty of room for one more, Stevie,â Bucky rumbled, beckoning his best friend to get into bed.Â
âYeah, Stevie, come cuddle,â you said, laughter making your voice lighter.Â
Steve shot you both one of his devastatingly charming smiles and then he was crawling into the bed and sliding beneath the covers. He curled into your side, laying his head beside yours on the pillow and the three of you finally settled down.Â
Before sleep pulled you under, you felt Steve and Bucky lace their fingers together against your hip, their hands holding onto each other as they both held onto you. With a happy smile on your face, you fell asleep, looking forward to starting the new day with Bucky and Steve.Â
There wasnât just room for one more in the bedâthere was room for one more in your life with Bucky, and you were so happy to have Steve join you both.
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thinkin' bout you ę¨ lando norris
lando norris x reader
warnings: smut (18+ only), soft!dom lando, a little bit of degradation, lando is a tease [968 words]
request: đś 44. âI saw you naked once. And now I canât stop thinking about it.â Best friend Lando
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The groans filled the silence in the room, his body pressed tight against yours, his lips peppering kisses up and down your neck. Your own sighs floating in conjunction with the noises emitting from his body, sweat dripping down your neck as you tilted your head back, desperate for the feeling of his lips pressed against your skin.
He knew the exact spots to kiss; the exact spots to scrap his teeth against, to drag his tongue across. One night together, and it felt like he knew your body like the back of his hand. The sighs and whimpers leaving your mouth just simply egged him on, encouraging him. In a sense, teaching him without words.
His grip on your hips never wavered, tightening with every press of his lower body against yours. The tent in his pants so evident, so apparent how you were making him feel, the way his inner conscious wanted you.
âGod, the fucking things yâdo to me,â he whispered, his teeth tugging at the lobe of your ear as he pulled away to look in your eyes.
His pupils were blown out, his lips red and angry, the small bite marks from your own teeth obvious and inflamed on his neck. Sweat gathered at the top of his forehead, his face flushed.
Lando Norris looked properly aroused. Like one touch of your hand, or your mouth, to the spot he was craving you so desperately; and he would blow.Â
It made you want to push yourself closer to him, drop down to your knees and tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, beg him to give you what youâve been yearning for all night long. But you couldnât break, not that easily.Â
You had told him more than once you werenât here to sleep with him, werenât here to give him what you knew he wanted. But he knew you like he knew himself, knew exactly what made you tick, knew exactly what would get you going, and keep you running.
His hand resumed its place on your waist, pulling you closer to his body, his lips hovering over yours. You could feel the puffs of breath leaving his mouth, the heat emitting from his body prompting a sweat to break out on your own.
âYâknow, I saw you naked once⌠and I canât stop thinking about it,â the grip on your waist tightened, as his lips pressed up your cheek towards your ear.
âEvery time I touch my cock, I think about how your pussy wrapped around it. Fuck, I think about those pretty lips of yours wrapped around it, the way you were practically begging for me to cum down your throat. Such a little slut then, werenât you?â
You felt yourself practically melting at his words, your core pulsing as the pit in your stomach grew. The desire for him growing more and more with every word that dropped from his mouth. It was hard to deny that it wasnât the same for you, he was all you could think about, all your body desired late at night when moans filtered into the air.
âWhy havenât yâgot me naked yet then, Lan? Calling me all this dirty names, but canât even get me ready, hm?â Taunting him, you waited for the inevitable reaction.
What you werenât expecting was for him to spin you around, pressing the front of your body up against the wall, your back pressed harshly against his front. You could feel everything about him so much better at this angle, the hardened length still covered by his sweats pressed against your behind, prompting you to grind back into him.
âGod, youâre just begging for me to bend you over, arenât you? Begging for me to tug down these shorts and see how soaked you are, cause I know youâre just dripping for me. So dirty, darling.â
Shuddering at his words, he knew he had you in the palm of his hand when no witty response fell from your lips.Â
âYâgonna get naked for me now, pretty girl? Or do I have to do all the work around here?â He tugged on the bottom of your shirt, gesturing for you to lift your arms so he could remove the piece of clothing from your body.
With your back still pressed against his front, you felt your nipples harden from the cold air. Landoâs hands ghosting up your body until he had both in his palms, his fingers gently pinching and tugging at the pebbled buds.Â
âBeen thinking about these every night, my tongue swirling around them in my dreams has woken me up more nights than I care to admit,â he murmured in your ear, an extra pinch to one causing a gasp to fall from your lips.
âBet if I stuck my hand inside these shorts of yours, mâfingers would come back soaked - wouldnât they? Answer me,â he enunciated his demand with an extra pinch of his fingers, your back arching into him.
You reluctantly nodded your head, the need coursing through your body overpowering the stubbornness to keep him at bay.
âUse your words, baby,â his hand began to stroke down your stomach, thumbing at the waistband of your shorts before dipping inside.
âPlease, Lan. I need you, so bad. Iâm so wet for you.â
The words spurred him on, his hand pushing all the way inside your shorts, running a single digit through your wet heat. It didnât stay there long, his hand leaving your shorts only seconds later, a whine falling from your lips as they did.
You turned to watch him bring the finger up to his lips, sucking off the wetness that coated them.
âThink itâs time for you to get on the bed, baby. I need to see you naked, now.â
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Anon request: âcould you do something enemies/rivals where bucky accidentally finds out that you have a mirror kink during a training session?â
Yes, absofuckinglutely yes.
Watch Me
Rival!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count 2.4k
ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+
C/W: Language, fingering, size kink, mirror kink, choking, degradation (Bucky calls reader a slut once), hate sex (p-in-v unprotected), one lil spank, no aftercare and Buckyâs kind of an asshole.
âYouâre distracted!â Bucky grunts, landing another painful blow to your gut, causing you to stumble backwards as he effectively knocks the wind out of you again.
âJust shut up, Barnes!â You snap back, resting your hands on your knees as you hunch over and work to catch your breath.
He wasnât wrong, you were completely distracted. You couldnât tear your gaze away from the wall of mirrors behind him and it only made it that much easier for him to land hit after fucking hit.
You may absolutely loathed the man but it didnât change the fact that the way his muscles flexed in his back and biceps in the reflection of the mirror behind him as he pummeled you with his fists sent your mind reeling with thoughts of how those toned muscles would feel under your hands, your lips, your tongue.
Why couldnât this man wear a goddamned shir-
He strikes you hard in the chest despite you being bent over and at rest and you stagger back in shock, the force of it having you struggling to maintain your balance and remain upright. Your temporary disorientation allows him the opportunity to wrap his right arm around your neck and pull you into a sleeper hold.
âWanna tell me why you keep lookinâ in that mirror?â He breathes against your ear, his tone assuring you that thereâs a smirk creeping across his stupid fucking face.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You pant through gritted teeth, jerking your shoulders against his arm, working to free yourself from his chokehold.
He shakes his head, a sardonic laugh rumbling up from his chest as his forearm tightens across your windpipe. âTap out.â He orders. âYou canât fucking handle me, princess. You donât belong in the field. Youâre weak. Itâs pathetic.â His voice is low and cruel as you continue to struggle. âYouâre gonna get yourself killed, or worse- get one of us killed.â
Rage simmers in your belly at his comment but the shame you feel from the truth of it is evident in the crimson blush creeping across your face.
He was right again.
You were weak.
Thatâs exactly why Tony had scheduled you to spar with him. Had you not been explicitly instructed to have training sessions by Tony Stark himself, you wouldnât be caught dead alone in a room Bucky fucking Barnes and his smug ass attitude. It was no secret that this man was the bane of your existence, taking every opportunity to pick a fight and belittle you in front of everyone regardless of the time, place or context.
Unfortunately when it came to hand to hand combat, he was the most skilled out of anyone else on the team. so it made sense to pair you with him for training despite how much you had protested the idea. As you spent the last hour getting taunted and insulted while simultaneously having your ass handed to you, you couldnât help but feel like Tony was just putting you in a room with him for his own amusement.
The anger overtakes the shame and you grit your teeth, bringing your head forward before slamming it back into his face with all the strength you could muster, pain erupting across the crown of your head. Bucky releases you, stunned and furious, bringing his fingertips up to swipe away the trickle of blood that trailed from his nostril. He lifts his gaze to meet yours, his cerulean eyes narrowing.
âA fucking headbutt? Are you kidding me?â He shouts, advancing on you. âYouâre supposed to grab onto your opponentâs arm, bend your knees, sidestep and roll me off your back! Have you paid attention to anything Iâve told you?â He asks, leaning over you with a menacing glare. âYou couldâve given yourself a goddamn concussion, you idiot!â
You scoff, stepping up on your tiptoes in an attempt to to make yourself appear taller, more confident but you nearly shrink right back down when the scent of his cologne mingled with the musk of his sweat hits your nostrils.
Goddamnit, he smells like cedarwood and sin.
âI was paying attention! Do you really expect me to be able to roll your big ass over my back? Thatâs impossible!â You argue.
âBullshit. Youâre distracted. Youâve been distracted this entire time.â He growls, prodding a finger into your chest.
âDonât fucking touch me.â You threaten, moving to swat his hand away but heâs quicker and snatches your wrist.
âDonât touch you?â
Bucky leans down further and you stiffen at his sudden closeness.
âI think you like when I touch you.â He taunts, tightening his metal hand around your wrist and spinning you away from him to face the line of mirrors across the wall.
âFuck you, Barnes.â
âYou want to, donât you?â He asks in a low voice as he leans in behind you, trailing his flesh hand up your abdomen and closing it around your throat. You donât reply, unable to form a coherent thought when his body dwarfs yours, towering over you from behind. He closes in, pressing his bare, sweat slicked chest against your upper back, drawing a sharp breath from your lungs when the length of his hard cock in his gym shorts settles against the curve of your ass.
âI think you forget.â He whispers, the light stubble across his jaw brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks.
âSuper soldier. Iâm enhanced. My senses are enhanced.â
His hand tightens around your throat, your pulse fluttering against his palm.
âI can hear your heartbeat, princess.â He taunts, his breathy chuckle fanning against your skin before he nips at your earlobe and goosebumps prickle across your skin.
âI can smell how badly your cunt is aching for me.â
Your eyes widen in response to his brazen statement and you make a move to step out of his hold but he splays his large hand across your stomach and tuts at you.
âDonât try to deny it.â He whispers, his metal hand slowly working its way down your body. âYou know, itâs funny. You say you hate me, but your bodyâs betraying you.â His cool fingers tease at the waistband of your leggings and your breath hitches, your eyes slipping shut.
âI bet if I were to just-â
Your hand catches his wrist before his fingers can trek any further and you shake your head. âNo.â You mumble, opening your eyes and connecting your gaze with his in the mirror.
âWhy?â He asks, brushing his lips against your neck. You tilt your chin up, granting him further access and he chuckles against your skin when you avoid answering his question.
âBecause you donât want to? Or because you hate me so much you donât want me to be right?â He asks quietly.
You open your mouth to reply but the only sound that slips out is a moan when he proceeds to dip his fingers beneath your waist band, ghosting a finger across your slick folds.
âThatâs what I thought.â He whispers, gathering your arousal on your fingers and tracing them along your clit in slow, deliberate circles.
âJesus, Princess. Youâre so fucking wet.â
You groan, trying desperately to remind yourself just how much you loathe this man but every brush of his fingers against your clit pulls you further and further away from logic.
Fuck it.
You arch your back against him and hook your thumbs in your waistband, tugging your leggings and panties down and kicking them aside in a hurry. Your eyes are completely fixed on the mirror, staring at his hand cupping your cunt and you place your hand atop his, guiding his metal fingers towards your entrance.
âOh, is that right?â He teases, his finger poised at your weeping hole but denying you of what you so desperately want.
âI had a hunch when you couldnât take your eyes off my reflection earlier but now I know for sure.â
You grit your teeth in frustration, exhaling sharply through your nose. âI hate you.â You whisper harshly, grinding your backside against his erection.
âI know.â
He sinks a single metal finger into your wet heat and you gasp at the sensation, keeping your eyes locked on your reflection as he pumps into you, his breath growing heavy against your neck as he adds a second finger, letting out a low groan when heâs met with resistance.
âYouâre so fucking tight.â He murmurs, grazing his teeth along the tender flesh of your neck.
âI'm gonna have to open you up, princess.â
You whimper, your head falling back to rest against his shoulder as he scissors his fingers inside your cunt, massaging your inner walls and working to add a third finger. A cry escapes your throat at the intrusion, your hand flying up and carding in his hair to steady yourself.
âIâm gonna bury my cock in this tight little cunt.â He purrs, rocking his fingers into you, his palm grinding against your clit and your impending orgasm causing your pussy to flutter around his fingers. He grips your jaw and roughly tilts your head back down to look in the mirror. âYou're gonna watch me when I make you come.â He growls, fucking his fingers into you at a steady pace, your arousal creating an obscene squelch with every pump of his hand.
Your eyes trail up the reflection of your body as it writhes in pleasure under his touch and your eyes connect with his. Your mouth falls open, a broken cry falling from your lips as your walls clench around his fingers and you break under the gaze of his blue, lust-blown eyes. He hums, his grip on your jaw loosening and he turns your head, capturing your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss as he withdraws his fingers from inside you. âTake my cock out.â He murmurs against your lips, his low voice carrying demand while grasping your wrist and guiding your hand to palm the aching erection tented in his gym shorts.
You donât hesitate to follow his instruction, reaching under his waistband and curling your hand around him, letting out whine when you realize you canât close your hand completely around his girth.
âI told you.â He whispers, peppering kisses across your jaw. âI needed to open you up for me.â
You release a shuddered breath and he pushes down on the small of your back to urge you to lean forward, his metal fingers tracing along your shoulder and down your arm to settle atop your hand. He brings it to the mirror, interlocking your fingers with his and pressing it against the glass.
âIâm not gonna be gentle. You know that, right?â He asks in a low voice, dragging the head of his cock along your slick folds. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and choke back a moan as he releases your hand and widens his stance.
You watch as his eyes drop to your ass, his large palm resting flat against it to hold you steady while he grasps the base of his cock and presses himself against your entrance. You raise your other hand to the mirror, leaning forward with a bowed head and brace yourself against it as the sweet sting of him stretching you steals the air from your lungs.
âI donât want you to be.â You breathe out, lifting your head weakly and connecting your gaze with his as he settles his hands on your waist.
No sooner than the words leave your mouth, heâs drawing his hips back, withdrawing almost completely before he slams back into you with bruising force. You let out a strangled cry, your eyes rolling back as he thrusts into you at a merciless pace.
A harsh slap to your ass directs your attention back up to his reflection where his hungry eyes are still fixated on you.
âI thought I told you to watch me when I make you come.â He grunts, pulling a sharp breath from you as he snaps his hips forward and kisses your cervix with the tip of his weeping cock. He slides his hand down across your pubic bone and slips it down between your folds to tease your throbbing clit. His fingers work quick, tight circles across your sensitive bud, igniting a fire low in your belly and spreading heat under your skin.
âYou like that, huh?â He taunts, his voice low and husky as he fucks into you with unrelenting tempo. âYou like to watch yourself when youâre getting fucked, donât you? Kinky little slut.â
âBucky, I-â
You lose your words in a choked sob, arching your back as your cunt spasms and contracts around his cock, your knees threatening to buckle under the wave of euphoria crashing over your body.
âThatâs right Princess, come all over my cock.â He moans, his hips stuttering as he trails his fingers away from your swollen clit.
He digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your waist, chasing his orgasm in deep, brutal thrusts, his heavy sack slick with your release, slapping against your skin with every jerk of his hips.
âFuck, Iâm gonna come.â He grunts, his rhythm growing sloppy and erratic as his muscles tense.
He pulls out abruptly and you lock eyes in the mirror one last time, his brows knitting and his lips parting as he curses your name, frantically fucking his fist and painting your ass with thick ropes of cum.
You press your forehead against the cool glass before you as you work to catch your breath and itâs silent for several long, uncomfortable minutes before you hear the faint rustle of him tugging up his shorts.
You straighten up and turn around to see him moving towards you with his gym bag slung over his shoulder and his t-shirt in his hand.
âGood session.â He says flatly, tossing his t-shirt at you and you catch it, your brows furrowing in confusion. The corners of his mouth twitch up into a smug smirk and he gestures towards your sticky ass.
âI hate you.â You mutter, shame rising up your cheeks in a deep blush as you wipe yourself angrily with his t-shirt.
âI know.â He replies, not bothering to hide the amusement in his voice while he turns to leave.
âSame time tomorrow!â He shouts over his shoulder, leaving you alone, ashamed and naked in the gym.
Goddamnit, you fucking hate him.
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