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lis-likes-fics · 7 months ago

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Property of Blue

Pairing: Blue Jones x Reader Word Count: 15.5k words Warnings: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, light degradation, light praise, a lot of throat grabbing, daddy kink and daddy issues, oral (m!receiving), dacryphilia, intense dry humping sesh, a lot of making out, a sprinkle of voyeurism, a shit ton of smoking, creampies, rough sex, Blue deserves his own warning tbh... A/N: This is the rewrite of Property of Blue from like...two years ago. I should be working on other things but like...who even does that anymore. For reference, the first one was 9.7k words. The Panther is absolutely imagined as Pedro Pascal because how could he not be? Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Thank you! P.S: No beta, we die like men.

Your sneakers squeak against the dark linoleum floor, and the sound reverberates along the expensive walls enclosing you in what you assume to be your future prison. These men surrounding you—two of them dull bodyguards in suits and one, your father—practically push you along as you lazily resist at every turn. Though you want to scan the area surrounding you, you keep your eyes on the path ahead, but it looks like you’re in a fucking pleasure house.

It’s got the whole shabang—dim golden lights, long winding halls, a dark tabled hall, and a huge stage lined with a dark red curtain. What kind of bullshit was this?

You’re torn from your thoughts when you meet an abrupt stop. You actually bump into the guy in front of you, who acts like he hadn’t even felt you. You don’t know if he’s doing it to be kind or condescending, but you scowl either way. He steps out of the way, and your eyes fall once again upon the large stage.

There are people going through a run, their clothes rather entirely unfitting for the act they're rehearsing. They’re dressed so casual, but there are men grinding on the floor and women standing over them feeling themselves up. You swear you see one of them wink at you. If you weren’t so pissed, you’d wink back.

“Mr. Pleasant.”

You focus again, turning your attention to a man walking your way. He’s dressed for the best, his tailored suit the picture of perfect. He’s got slicked back hair, a golden chain hidden under a deep blue tie, a pencil stache on his lip, he’s wearing dark eyeshadow. He looks like a fucking pimp.

He doesn’t look at the man in front of you, he doesn’t look at anyone around you. His eyes fall directly upon you. They’re dark, they’re cold. You suppress the shudder attempting to work its way up from the base of your spine. He watches you like he’s imagining every little curve and every little mark you’ve got hidden beneath your clothes. You try not to squirm.

When his eyes finish sweeping over you, he sweeps again. He takes in the sight of your biker boots, your dangling chains, your messy hair. He hums lightly to himself, stepping even closer until he’s hardly inches away from you. You’re forced to look up, swallowing the lump in your throat at whatever it is swarming inside of you. Your restless limbs ache to fidget, but you force them not to move.

He raises a hand, and you flinch away from it with a scowl. His lip twitches, ignoring it and brushing his knuckles along your cheek. You can’t stifle this shiver. It makes your whole body shake. He runs his fingers through your hair, an appreciative sigh passing through his nose. You take in the scent of his cologne with every breath and feel like your brain chemistry is being altered with each inhale.

When you can’t take the scrutiny so close anymore, you take a step away from him. It’s a small step because of the guard standing so closely behind you. You’re only glad he doesn’t shove you forward again. This man—Mr. Peasant, was it?—preens under the amusement of your distaste. He finally turns away.

“What have you brought me today?” His eyes sneak back to you only moments after asking.

The man introduces your father to speak, and he stands a little straighter. He seems quite proud of himself as he adjusts the old tie he’s wearing. “Mr. Pleasant, hello. We spoke on the phone.” He doesn’t respond. It gets awkward for a moment until your father begins to recap the reason he had brought you to him. Mr. Pleasant’s eyes keep watching you as he does, paying him little mind.

Your jaw clenches with every stupid word that falls from his disgusting mouth. Your skin seethes with the urge to hit him, to spit in his face, to do something. This man, your “father”, was selling you. Isn’t this illegal? This is supposed to be illegal.

Although selling you was a bit extreme in your opinion, you cannot say that you find this outcome entirely outrageous. You are, through your hardworking efforts, a difficult daughter. A difficult person in general. It isn’t unprompted, of course, your father has dealt his hand in your efforts. You can’t blame him for this abandonment. You made his life a living hell, in exchange for him making yours so.

If he had been kind…

But now he would be rid of you, for good. You would never see him, and he would never see you ever again. Perhaps you should be thanking him for this. But that would be too much credit, so you won’t.

Even with this deep hatred, it’s hard to focus on his traitorous words when Mr. Pleasant’s gaze remains constantly glued to you. It’s hard to stare back at him when he so rarely looks away from you. It feels like an obligation to hold his contact, as it is so cold and dark. It holds a possession and predation that ignites your urge to disobey, anything to avoid being thought of as a scared little girl. You couldn’t be weak.

Long after your father has shut his mouth, he stares without a word. When he speaks again, he does it with a long breath that is followed by another long silence. “I’m sure we can find a place for you here.” He takes a small step toward you. His voice is low, not to be mistaken for passive. He is well aware of his power and control. You’re well aware of it, too. “Lennox is the perfect place for…wayward girls just like you.”

He breathes in, and you hear the slightest waver that you know isn’t some kind of infirmity. Whatever is on his mind can’t be good for you.

You pool a lot of attention on keeping your feet firmly planted on the floor. You have to be strong, you are already vulnerable by the hands of your father. His eyes pick you apart, breaking you down to see what you’re made of, to see what would make you bend…what would make you break. He wants to know what he’s going to do to you.

After far too long, he steps away from you and turns his attention to the man at your side once more. He moves his hands to his pockets. “Have Sweet Pea show her around. I’ve got work to do.”

Just like that, you seem to be out of sight, out of mind. He begins to turn on his heel.

“I expect you’ll behave now,” the sorry excuse for a father says, smirking down at you like he’s won. “Here, you can’t afford to be the little brat th–!”

Before he can finish his sentence, you’ve raked your nails into the flesh of his face. He shouts, garnering the attention of nearly everyone within the vicinity, as he brings his hand to touch the angry red marks that have begun to bloom upon his skin. When he pulls his fingers away with a hiss, he sees the blood you’ve brought on. He glares at you with eyes full of rage.

You spit at his shoes, your voice low with your malice. “Fuck. You.”

Shock is ice cold along every inch of your body when your jaw is gripped by the hand of Mr. Pleasant. That frost is replaced by a consuming heat when his dull nails dig into your own flesh and he jerks you away from your father. You can feel his breath against your face, and your cheeks burn with his tight grasp. You’re only inches apart, your lips puckered by his hold as your charged breaths mingle between you. It really hurts, you have to bite back your squeal.

He seems amused, a smirk and a sneer mixing across his lips as his hold has you shaking. He laughs, shaking his head as he drinks in the sight of you. This is the first time he’s seeing your fear clear among your face, and he’s loving it.

“Look at that,” he breathes. He looks past you to lay his eyes on the men watching the two of you. He can hardly contain his amusement, not when you react so well to his obvious threat. “My new pet has claws,” he hums, watching you once more.

The pressure of his hand clasping your face is only growing under his excitement, and you swear you’re beginning to taste the phantom taste of blood on your tongue. You can’t tell if it’s better or worse when his nails drag back along your cheeks to graze over your skin until he reaches your throat. His fingers press into the sides of your neck, and your head feels warm. Your breath sounds so strained as you gasp against his hold.

He mulls over something in his mind, nodding down at you as he does. Something goes off in his eyes, some kind of spark. You shudder.

“Yeah… That’s what I’ll call you.” He grins. “My new…little…Kitten.”

You huff at the mere idea of it, of being called on left and right with the name “Kitten” plastered to your forehead, wrapped around your throat like a collar as you answer his every beck and call. You turn your face away from him, attempting to resist him, only to be met with his correction.

His other hand raises up as his palm clasps over your mouth, his thumb brushing your ear as he turns your face to look at him once more. He leaves no room for debate, he ensures that you have no choice but to obey him.

“No, no, no,” he tuts, shaking his head. “Look at me, Kitten.” You mumble against his hand, protesting him but finding your protests to be weak. Not longer after your defiance, you find yourself submitting—for the moment—to the man whose hand is clasped around your throat. He currently had your life in his hands, and you are already beginning to understand how much that meant to him. He could hurt you at any moment. It wouldn’t take much…

He smiles at your compliance, a dangerous edge to his voice as he speaks. “Now,” he begins, “you’re gonna find that we do things a little differently here. Nothing you do is without my say-so. You do not eat, you do not sleep, you don’t even use the fucking bathroom unless I tell you you’re allowed.”

By the time he’s reached the end of his sentence, his voice devolved into a low, rough growl. He keeps you close, your bodies nearly touching, if it weren’t for his hands on your face.

“We do things my way, and I don’t like it when I don't get my way.” His eyes glint with something dark, something truly sinister.

After a moment, he takes a deep breath and sighs nice and slowly. His hand eases from your throat, shifting to cradle the side of your neck as his palm on your mouth moves to the other side. He holds you, his hands suddenly so soft but just as threatening as before. You don’t move.

He seems a little calmer now, tilting his head to look down on you. “I want us to be friends. Okay? I do… And all you have to do to make that happen is listen and do things my way.” His thumb caresses the front of your throat. “Do you understand that, Kitten?”

You don’t know what it was that possessed you to speak—Defiance? Plain stupidity, perhaps?—but it didn’t really matter. Your voice is quiet, still trembling with the adrenaline coursing your veins. “That’s not my n–”

His hands squeeze as he jerks you a bit, stunning you to silence as the smallest whimper falls out of you. His thumbs shift to cover the front of your throat. You fall in line immediately.

“See, I’m sorry. Really, I am,” he mutters. “But that didn’t sound like a ‘Yes, sir,’ to me, and ‘Yes, sir,’ is part of my way.” He turns to his guards, his brows furrowed. “Did that sound like a ‘Yes, sir,’ to either of you?”

They both shake their heads quickly. “No, sir,” they stagger.

He turns back to you. “No, sir,” he repeats. “So I’m going to ask you one more time, just so we’re absolutely clear.”

He leans in close enough that you think he’s going to kiss you. You hold your breath, your eyes wide and your limbs charged with fear.

“Do you understand, Kitten?” You’re so stunned, you forget to speak. This does not please him. His voice is a growl. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He lets go of you immediately, his hands falling back to his side as he smiles. He’s pleased. He inclines his head, nodding to himself. “Good girl.”

A rush is sent straight down your spine, settling in the base and curling in your belly. Your knees feel weak, and you think you forget how to breathe for a moment.

The slightest sound of a chuckle from your father turns your rousing heat to a raging one that curls your fists and furrows your brow.

But you’re not the only one irritated by this.

“What the fuck do you find funny?” he asks, turning a dark gaze to him. Your father’s gaze slowly fades from his face, turning into something a little more frightened than he anticipated. You try not to be too smug, lest you receive the same punishment, or worse.

He clears his throat, glancing down to the floor as he stuffs his hands in his pockets and shakes his head. “Nothing.”

He stares at him for a long time, watching him until he squirms. And he does, the minute shuffles of his feet barely perceptible but not going unnoticed. Mr. Pleasant huffs finally. Wordlessly, he nods to one of his guards, who escorts your father away where you shall never lay eyes on him again. He says nothing more before he’s turning away at the sound of a woman’s voice.

“Sweet Pea, honey,” he says, casting a grin at the blonde beginning to make her way over. He wraps an arm around her waist as she comes to stand next to him. You stifle the curl in your belly, willing it away. “Come show around our newest girl.”

She nods, granting him a cordial smile. “Yes, Blue.”

“Thank you, darling,” he says, letting go of her as he takes a step away. He grins darkly at you, chuckling under his breath. “Goodbye, Kitten.”

You swallow thickly, watching him take his leave.

Sweet Pea weaves her arm through yours, pulling you away from the guards. She walks with you slowly, but there’s no fondness in her hold. She’s very pretty, you decide, even with the coldness in her eyes.

“Rule number one,” she begins, her voice stern but quiet. “Don’t be an idiot. Blue tells you to do something, you do it. No questions asked.”

You coast past it. “Your name’s Sweet Pea?”

“Blue given,” she says. “And you’re Kitten.”

You hesitate, unsure of how well you’re taking to this new nickname. “Blue given,” you mutter. “My real na–”

“I don’t care what your ‘real name’ is.” Her interruption is abrupt and cold. She stops walking, watching you and ensuring you hear every word she says. “Forget it exists because one is ever going to call you by that name again. From now ‘til the day you die, your name is Kitten. Understand?”

You blink a couple times, slowly sighing as you nod. “Rule number one,” you agree.

She nods as well, satisfied with your answer.

“Good.” She turns, beginning to walk once more with you at your side. She walks a little faster. You keep up with her. “Rule number two…”

There’s something swirling in your belly that consumes your mind, this gnawing feeling that you know you’ll have to sort out later. Whatever it is, you know everything is going to be different from now on.

You feel like you’re going to fit in better than you realize.

Sweet Pea had been right, though you never doubted she was. From the moment you stepped into the building and until the moment you die, you are Kitten.

It wasn’t a hard role to fit.

You do what is required of you. You sing, you dance, you cook, you clean, you do as you’re told and keep your head in return. Your old life has faded away into something entirely null and void. It doesn’t exist anymore, that name and everything that came with it was gone. Considering everything… you’re okay with that.

You belong to him, this man called Blue. He is your employer, your owner. You serve him, you do it his way.

It’s sort of fun, in a twisted sense of the word, being owned by him. He treats you rather well, as long as you behave. He loves his girls, loves all that they do for him. When you’re good to him, he’s good to you. He spoils you all with gifts, clothes and jewelry and all the things a girl needs to be happy.

The girls warned you about him. Told you about all the things he’s willing to do, implied some of the things he has done. It should have kept you away, holding him at arm’s length to ensure your preservation.

But it hasn’t.

That swirling in your belly, the curling in your gut, it had taken root into something rather…unorthodox.

You wanted to please him.

You danced, and you danced well. You’d taken lessons as a child, continued to dance sparingly in later years. It came naturally. Madam Gorski was impressed by your skill, the girls were impressed, too.

But most of all, Blue was impressed. And that was your goal.

You want to be worth watching. You want his eyes to follow you wherever you go. Once intimidating, a shiver rushing down your spine, it’s now the kind of thing you dream of. You long to feel his eyes on your body, drinking you in, appreciating you for the pet you’ve become.

So you became his favorite. You thrived in this place. You work hard in the hopes that he will notice, and God, did he notice.

He notices the way you dip a little lower when he enters the dance room. He notices the way your eyes find him through the reflection in the mirror. He notices the way you stride through the halls, your posture the picture of poise, whenever he walks by. He notices every little detail.

But you don’t.

He’s dragging it out. He pretends not to care, he acts as though the sway of your hips is nothing of an allure to his obsessive mind. He doesn’t want you to know just how much he craves you. Not yet.

So when it comes time for you to finally be put on stage, you decide that tonight has to be the night he knows just how good you can be.

You’re standing in the wings, covered in glitz and glam, wrapped in lace and silk and a tight corset you’ve grown accustomed to by this point. Your white pantyhose are thin, your powder pink skirt is tiny, your hair was done to the Nines. Every inch of your body is coated in glitter, so you’ll shine like a diamond under the lights of the stage.

Your finger wraps around the leather of the collar slapped around your throat. There’s a little golden bell on it that rings whenever you move. They put fucking cat ears on you.

You’re rubbing your palms along your thighs as Madam Gorski’s voice rises above the crowd, the music of the last show fading away as she steps up, just as painted and primmed as the rest of you.

“Such a riveting performance from our girls tonight, don’t you think?” she announces, her accent rolling off of her words as the audience whistles. “For our next act, I would like to personally welcome a new girl of a new spirit.”

You straighten your spine, calming your beating heart. “Gentlemen, this lovely lady is known for her silky smooth purrs and her razor sharp claws; so if you favor your hands, you’ll have to treat her well.” You have to roll your eyes at the theatrics, especially when the men in the audience snicker at her remarks.

“Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce to you,” she holds her arm out toward you, “the little Kitten.”

The lights blind you for a moment as you step onto stage, the music slowly building as you stalk toward your starting position. They had begun cheering before you had begun to dance, the choreography you’ve practiced a million times becoming as natural as breathing.

As you glance out into the audience through the glare of the spotlight, you finally find Blue. He’s staring as he always does, one hand in his pocket and a cigar in the other, looking as though he’s going to snap. You send him a wink, and you can’t mistake the smirk that crawls onto his lips.

As the others begin joining you on stage, shadowing your dance as your scene partner comes to accompany you, his eyes don’t leave yours. Anthony’s arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you close, and Blue’s jaw clenches when you’re staring into the each other’s arms, being dipped and spun and knelt across the stage like he’s going to fuck you right there.

The men drink it all up, and Blue devours it. Such an intoxicating draft you are, something he’d like to consume whole. The moment he gets his hands on you, you shall be ruined for anyone else…

After that, you truly become his top girl. If it hadn’t been for your charm, it would have been all the money you’re bringing in.

You come in high demand. Every man wants a piece of you, and some women have come in for a taste, too. As much as he hates all these people coming in, putting their hands on his pet, it’s profitable. Every time he boosts the cost, someone comes in offering more.

He has to find solace in the fact that he knows you crave him. As long as that remains, it doesn’t matter how many people touch you, you’ll always belong to him.

It isn’t long before a big-name patron comes stalking through those doors. One of the girls told you about him, had spoken so highly of this “Panther” for his undeniable charm, his dark alluring, his arousing seduction. He’s supposed to be just as dangerous as Blue, but he was too charming for anyone to care.

“He always shows up when we get new girls, especially when they’re so popular,” she’d said, excited by the idea of you bringing him in. She runs a hand through her hair, shrugging a shoulder. “I’m one of his usuals.”

You’d been wanting to meet him, to see what all the fuss was about. And if he does come in looking to scope you out… you could probably use it to your advantage. If this doesn’t work to allure Blue, at least you’ll get a good lay.

Blue has been anticipating his arrival, but had hoped against all hope that when he arrived, the Panther would seek out his usual conquests instead of Blue’s favorite girl.

When he comes in, Blue greets him with a firm handshake and a box of his most expensive cigars.

“You spoil me,” his smooth voice rolls off his tongue as he removes his glasses from his face, slipping them into the pocket of his sleek black suit. He takes one as Blue does, lighting them both up and taking a generous breath, and sighing out his smile.

The Panther runs a hand through his dark hair, turning toward his friend. “Now…” he says, “show me this little Kitten I’ve heard some muh about.”

Blue jaw aches as he opens his mouth to say you’re busy today, or you’re not working, or you’re not available. Anything to get him to forget about so he can keep you to himself. Before he can get a word out, you’re stepping on stage with a wink in your eye and a sway in your hips. You’re in baby blue tonight, your skin sparkling just as much as it had the first time.

Blue sighs, partly out of arousal from seeing you and partly out of frustration at you being seen. Turning to his friend, he strains a smile. “You just saw her.”

The Panther grins, raising a hand to his chin as he brushes it over his lightly bearded face. “Promising,” he hums, turning toward Blue. “Very promising.”

Blue nods stiffly, watching him turn to find a seat to watch you from. He sucks in a hefty amount of smoke to swirl in his lungs before going to join his “friend”.

The Panther lounges in his seat, crossing his legs as he watches you. “I’ve heard a lot of good things. Some say she’s like an angel,” he says. He looks over at Blue. “But you’re up close with her every day. What do you say?”

Blue sighs, his finger stroking his lip as he shrugs. “If she were like an angel, I would have named her Angel.” He shakes his head, his eyes falling back upon you as he drinks up. “No… this one’s just a kitten.”

The Panther hums. “Well, if this kitten is as good as they say,” he lets out an appreciative sigh, “then I will pay you handsomely for her.”

Both men look toward the door to the private room when it opens, Madam Gorski stepping inside to introduce you. You trail in behind her, your eyes hooded and a smirk settled gently upon your lips. Gorski closes the door behind you.

The Panther smiles at the sight of you, your charm rolling over him with a smooth seduction. You only glance at him as you make your way first to Blue. You set a hand on his shoulder, stepping between his legs as your hand smooths along his neck until you’re cupping his jaw. You give it a light scratch.

“Hello, Blue,” you purr.

His dark eyes gleam with possession and something darker. He smirks, resting a hand on your hip and squeezing. “Hey, Kitten.”

The lightest chuckle puffs from your chest before you’re turning back to lay your eyes upon the Panther once more.

The girls weren’t lying. He’s a very handsome man with sunkissed skin, eyes just as dark as Blue’s, his hair soft and tousled. He’s beautiful.

Your hand falls gently on his shoulder, the other falling suit as you stand between his legs. You shift them to cup his neck, brushing your thumbs along his chin. He sets his cigar in the ashtray.

He hums, tilting his head. “Not a shy little thing, is she?” he wonders, never looking away from you.

Blue grunts. “Not shy, at all. In fact,” a ghost of a smile shifts onto his lips, “this one scratches.”

One of your hands travels over the bump of his throat, your finger brushing his skin until your hand rests atop his exposed chest beneath his blazer. Your gaze never strays from his even once, content to watch him forever.

“Well, that’s just fine.” His hands come to your waist, pressing his thumbs into your side to rub soothing circles. He pulls you forward a bit, moving his hands to lay flat against your back. “I’m a biter myself.”

He snaps playfully at you, and you actually let out a giggle. The sound deepens his smile. “You’re such a delicious little talent, you know.”

He hums as he looks down your body, making you squeal when he turns your back to his chest, pulling you down onto his lap. His nose presses into your back, trailing along your spine as his hands caress your sides. You shudder as they gently squeeze the top of your thighs.

“Do you know what they call me, sweet Kitten?”

A slow nod tilts your head as you lean back into him. Your voice is soft, as soft as a feather as you reach a hand back to run through his hair. “The Panther.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Blue watching the two of you, his eyes on his hands, on your thighs, on your fucking fingers curling in his hair. The smoke of his cigar swirls around his head.

He hums, pressing his nose to your neck and inhaling the scent of you. He thinks you’re deletable. “A panther and a kitten are a good match, no?”

You breathe a chuckle. “I think so.”

Again, he hums his agreement. With a deep breath, he smiles, “Me, too.”

His hands stroke along the length of your body, feeling you up like he’s trying to estimate your size. He squeezes your thighs, your waist, your breasts. Breathy sighs leave your chest as you continue to lean further into him. Your hips roll absent-mindedly into his lap, making his hands tighten where they squeeze.

“Kittens are much smaller than panthers, aren’t they?” he breathes. “Small and precious…sweet little things.”

It’s your turn to hum as you slide down from his lap, sinking to your knees and turning with your hands on his thighs. He stares at you, his gaze dark as he watches you look up at him through your lashes. You can see the bump bulging at the seat of his pants.

“Maybe not as sweet as you’d think,” you murmur, leaning forward to press your mouth to his belly, just above that rise in his pants. The slightest grunt spills from his mouth.

He chuckles, reaching for his cigar as he watches you feel him up. Smoke rushes from his lips as he shrugs. “No?” He tilts his head. “What are you, then?”

He cradles his cigar between two fingers, placing it once again between his lips. As he takes a hefty breath, you move up to his mouth and breathe in the cloud of smoke he puffs out. Your hands continue to squeeze the meat of his thighs, your ass swaying slowly in the air. He chuckles deeply when the smoke releases from your mouth.

You smile, your eyes hooded as you lick your bottom lip. You bring a leg up to rest next to his own, the other following suit. As you lower yourself into his lap, he sets his free hand at your side, allowing his touch to travel wherever he pleases. You wrap one arm around his shoulders, taking the cigar from his fingers and setting it between your own.

Your gaze never strays from the other as you bring the cigar to your lips, inhaling the smoke and allowing it to swirl in your chest, clouding your mind with the haze of it and the lust tainting your skin. You lean forward, your lips ghosting over his as he opens his own mouth to meet you.

Deciding you aren’t close enough, the Panther wraps a hand around the back of your head and pulls you in as your lips crash down against one another. You moan into his mouth, pressing your bodies flush against the other. He’s so intoxicating that you nearly forget about the heavy gaze burning into your back.

You whimper when the Panther’s fingers tangle in your hair, pulling at the locks at the base of your skull and making you weak. His other hand grips your ass, and you’re putty in his hold.

When he pulls away from you, your breathless lips parted with your growing desire, you smile when smoke pours out of his nose. A smirk curls his lips.

Fully enamored by you, he pulls you close. “Such a prize.”

He rolls your hips when he says it, and a small whimper slips out of you as your clothed heat rubs against his own. You do it again of your own accord, seeking out the friction as you relish in it.

It turns into some sort of dance as you grind yourself down on his lap, your breath heavy as you lay your forehead in his neck. You catch sight of Blue, his eyes glaring at you. It burns your skin, spurs on your pleasure. You raise your head, tipping it back just to frustrate him further.

The Panther’s nibble on the white leather collar wrapped around your throat, chuckling to himself. “I like this. I like you,” he breathes, ghosting his lips over the circular golden tag attached to it.

KITTEN

This amuses you as you continue to move your hips upon his lap. You set his cigar down to tangle your hands in his hair, shuddering when his teeth nip the skin of your neck.

“I’m interested to see if this little kitten can handle a bigger cat like me.” His hands encourage your hips, becoming even more insistent. You shudder at his implication, looking forward to seeing if it was true. Your head drops down to his neck once more, your mouth pressing against him as your lips and teeth and tongue make quick work of tasting him. He clouds your senses, makes it hard to think straight. When his hand travels up and down the length of your spine, your mouth devolves into something less organized, just a mess of raw desire.

“Unfortunately…”

The both of you turn swiftly to Blue, partially torn from your heated bubble, which has been burst by his potential decline. There’s something so dark in his eyes, a dangerous kind that tells you you’re probably going to be in trouble after this.

“This little kitten can’t do that for you tonight.”

You sigh gently, moving back to his neck to return to your work. You tug at his hair, revealing more skin for you to lick and suck and bite. He hums at the feeling, his attention still turned towards Blue.

“And why is that?” he asks, raising a brow.

Blue’s eyes keep trailing down to you, watching the way you move, the way you serve this man who isn’t him. He breathes in a heavy breath, releasing it on a heavier sigh.

“She’s been put on a strict ‘Look, Don’t Touch,’ basis,” he drops his cigar to his lips.

You press your lips against his Adam’s apple, darting the tip of your tongue out to lick his skin. The Panther snickers as you do, clearly amused by Blue’s claim, especially when you grind your hips down into his lap again.

“You should tell her that.”

He gently tugs at your hair, guiding you back to expose your neck to him. His nose presses to the underside of your chin, breathing you in again as he kisses your neck gently. You shudder at the softness.

“I’ll pay you extra,” he tries.

Blue sighs, clenching his jaw. “I’m sorry, my friend,” he says. “No deal.”

“Double.”

His eyes almost twitches. He shakes his head. “No deal.”

The Panther’s hands fall to your waist, his thumbs smoothing circles into your sides as you allow him to touch you as he pleases. “I will pay you six times the normal amount.” Blue nearly chokes on his own saliva but remains still. “I can go higher, Blue. You know I can.”

You tear yourself away from the Panther’s neck to watch as a long silence fills the air between them. The two stare each other down, even as you pull his head to rest on your chest, the warmth of his cheek in your bosom. It’s amazing, being in between it all, to know how deeply these two men must desire you in order to have a cock fight over it.

Blue takes his cigar between his fingers, his lip nearly twitching and his hands itching to break something. He shakes his head with a heavy sigh.

“No deal.”

A deep sigh works its way through his chest. Leaning back in his seat, he shakes his head, disappointment settling in his bones at the thought of this night turning out to be a dud.

He smooths his hands along your sides, his thumbs still working gently into the dip of your waist. You cradle his head in your hands, shrugging a shoulder with a sigh of your own. It was a nice thought.

Without looking at Blue, he speaks. “I’ll pay double for a lap dance, then.” He taps your ass twice. “And I’ll take my usual, as well.”

Blue nods to himself, running a hand down his face before pulling a generous amount of smoke into his mouth. “Sure.” He stands, fixing his suit.

Blue walks over, setting a hand in the crook of your shoulder and bending down to your face. His palm rubs your skin as he mutters. “Treat our friend.”

You nod obediently, closing your eyes and smiling almost slyly when he leans in to kiss your forehead. He lingers there for a while, his kiss almost forceful against your temple as his hand tightens at your shoulder.

You’re in a lot of trouble.

He sighs loudly when he straightens his spine and begins to walk away. He stops by Madam Gorski at the door, leaning in close and keeping his voice at a murmur.

“Send her to my office when she’s done here.” He glances over his shoulder, his lip nearly twitching as he watches the way you hover over his lap still, your hips swaying in a faux grind. “Make sure he doesn’t get too handsy with her.”

She nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Thank you.”

Blue storms out of the room, his barely controlled rage leaking out of his ears. So much time, so much money—Wasted! Down the drain in a matter of seconds because of you and your damn seduction. Your cruel, evil seduction. It all comes so easily, like some fucking siren trying to drown his entire ship.

His blood boils, his fists clench and unclench alongside his jaw. This simply would not do.

You needed to be reminded who it was you truly belonged to.

The long winding halls of Lennox can drive a person to madness—you should know, you’re close to it now. (Though, you’re sure there’s probably another reason why you’re so close to losing your head.)

The sound of yours and Madam Gorski’s heels clicking against the laminated floors resound off the walls, and it’s the only sound you can hear. It’s so deafeningly silent.

You’re already worked up after your lap dance (and, let’s be honest, dry humping session) with the Panther. You’re burning to your core, and the anticipation of seeing Blue pissed off by your, in his mind, insolent behavior is making it all the worse.

You haven’t felt a high like this in a while.

It’s part of the whole reason you’re here in the first place—defiance. It was the whole point of you, being the biggest nuisance and pissing some people (mostly your father) off. You’ve gone as far as gotten arrested and made him pay your bail—in return, he locked you in the basement for three days.

But you don’t think Blue’s going to lock you in a closet.

All the ideas rushing through your head about what he might do to you is making it a little harder to walk in these heels. You’ve definitely caught his attention now.

As you reach Blue’s office, Madam Gorski turns to you with a reassuring breath. She raises a hand to your cheek, pats it gently two times, and then nods as she turns away again. She knocks three times on the door before she opens it to let you pass. She leaves once you’re inside, closing the door quietly behind you.

Blue sits behind his desk looking at a file. He rests his head in his hand, his pinky nestled on his top lip while the cold of his ring pressed against his face. His second hand holds his cigar, allowing a stream of smoke to lift into the air. It looks the same as when you left, as if he’s put it out and re-lit it. He’s vaguely disheveled—his hair is slightly tousled, his tie is loosened, and he’s missing his blazer. You couldn’t help but to let your eyes fall on his forearms, exposed by his rolled-up sleeves.

He doesn’t acknowledge you in the slightest, acting as though you aren’t even there as you stand awkwardly before him. He doesn’t even look at you, and you can feel your confidence leaking out of your fingertips like water from a dripping faucet.

When his eyes finally find you, your breath is almost forced out of you by the hardness in them. Lifting his hand, he gestures toward the chair at the other side of his desk, his voice just as stern as his glare.

“Sit.”

You think, briefly, about denying him…but you really don’t think now is the time. He seems fairly upset already. So you sit, timidly sinking into the chair and bowing your head. His gaze never leaves you, gliding over your face, your chest, anything his hungry eyes could find and devour before he must speak.

When he stands, he takes the files he had been examining and folds it as he puts it back in his drawer. He puts one hand in his pocket, the other setting his cigar between his lips as he stays there for a moment. There’s more silence as he stands there, smoking, watching, seething.

“Twelve grand.” You look up at him, your lips parting. “That’s what he was going to pay for you.” His lips twitch in a sneering grin, shaking his head as he wipes his face with one hand. He looks away, chuckling humorlessly. “Twelve thousand fucking dollars.”

This is doing nothing for your ego. You have to fight the tiny smirk trying to find its way to your face at the idea of that—rather god-like of a man, in your opinion—would pay that much just to spend a single night with you.

You’re not as slick as you think you are. Blue sees the expression on your face, the smile in your eyes, the chuckle caught in your throat. He turns to you, his head tilted to the side as he smirks at you. His eyes are hooded with a possessive intent in them that sets you on fire.

“Oh,” he chuckles, “you like that, don’t you, Kitten?” He motions a hand toward you, lifting a brow. “You feel special now? You like knowing someone wants you that badly? Hm?”

You bow your head once more, finding his gaze, his taunting a little too intense now. You rub your hands together, lacing them and rubbing some more. But he’s not having it.

“Look at me.” You obey his command, his livid glare boring holes into you. He leans forward, pressing his fingertips against the cold wood of his desk, his cigar still snug between his thick fingers.

“I know you’ve been wanting my attention…” he sniffs. “Well, now you fuckin’ have it. All that money lost just because I said no.”

Your tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip, a single question bouncing off the walls in your head as you think about everything that’s gone down tonight, the past few weeks, the past month. Your voice is weak, faint, as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Why did you?”

He turns his ear to you, as though he can’t quite hear what you’re asking him. He feigns surprise, his eyes squinted. “Why did I– Why did I say ‘no’?” It’s like he can’t fathom how you could ask him such an ignorant question. Again, you look down at your lap, playing with your hands.

Blue sets his cigar in the ashtray, the smoke lifting into the air and intoxicating you both. He walks toward you, rounding his desk to stand in front of you. You hold your breath, refusing to look up at him as he bends down with his hands gripping the arms of your chair. Your faces are so close, merely inches apart as you breathe each other’s air.

You don’t flinch as he lifts his hand, sliding his two fingers underneath the white leather and pulling hard on it. He tugs you so you have to look at him, and your noses are nearly touching as he does it.

“Do you know what this is?” he asks, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. His fingers grip tighter around it and his thumb brushes over the golden tag, your breath hitching.

You swallow thickly. “My collar.”

He nods. “Do you know what it says?”

Your mouth feels so dry, but you squeeze your thighs together as you try to keep your breath in check. Your voice is so small, merely a squeak of a thing as you nod with as much room as you’ve got to.

“Kitten.”

He hums, licking his lip. “Do you know why it says ‘Kitten’?”

You’re barely breathing, forcing yourself to look him in the eyes. “That’s what you named me.”

“And why did I name you that? Hm?” His grip tightens even more. His knuckles dig into the skin of your throat and make it harder to breathe. “Why did I give Kitten a new name?”

You whisper your response, too caught up in the closeness, the whirling sensation of his cologne invading every part of your senses. “Because I belong to you.”

He clenches his jaw, tugging on the collar as he presses his cheek to your own, growling in your ear. “I can’t hear you.”

“Because I belong to you.”

The smile that devours his face is wide as he lets go of your collar just to wrap his hand around your throat. You gasp lightly as his fingers tighten just right, making your breath thin and your head light with the feeling. Heat covers every square inch of your body and makes it hard not to let yours search his out.

“That’s right!” he praises, chuckling heavily. He lowers his voice just above a whisper. “That’s right, my sweet, little Kitten.” He punctuates every word, caught up in the powerful sensations of his dominion over you.

His hand slips off your throat, taking the tag between his thumb and forefinger as he strokes the cool metal. “Have you seen the back of my little trinket?”

You shake your head, your eyes falling between his and his lips. He seems pleased by this.

“You’re the only one here with this, you know?” He flips it over, reading the back with a huge swell of pride both in his chest and in his pants. “Property of Blue Jones.”

You like the sound of that. It’s fitting. You’ve gone through guy after guy after guy, you’ve picked them up and dropped them, not even your father could keep you in his house, much less in line. And now…now you’ve found a man who could actually keep you, with a collar slapped on your neck to display his possession of you.

He lingers there, staring at the pendant like he’s been put in a trance. His lip twitches, his fingers tighten, you can feel his breath pick up by the way it fans against the mostly exposed flesh of your chest.

You gasp when his hand wraps around your neck, this time with a little more force as he tightens it and forces you to stand. You raise your hands to grab his wrist, his grip barely loose enough to allow you to breathe.

“Me,” he growls. “My property. My sweet, little Kitten. I got you this collar because I thought it would help you to remember, but you seemed a little forgetful before.”

He lets go of you, and you almost stumble as you try to take a deep breath in. It feels good, breathing. He watches you, a gleam in his eyes that tells you he enjoys doing this to you.

He walks around you, examining every inch of you with the hunger of a predator stalking its prey. You feel every layer being pulled away, bit by bit—first your jewelry, then your clothes, then your flesh, then your meat, until you’re nothing but chilly bone.

“Did you like the way he touched you, hm?” he wonders as he comes up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling your back flush against his chest. You can feel the hardness in his pants pressing against you, and it’s maddening.

“You like the way he groped you?” You shiver at the words he whispers into your ear, his voice low, hollowing you out until you’re nothing.

“You like the way he kissed you?”

His other hand lifts this time just to feel the way his hand slots so perfectly around your throat. You sigh, your breath so light and the feeling stirring within you so teasing.

“Answer me.”

You nod, the movement so slight but he can feel it in his hand. “Yes,” you whisper, your knees weak and trembling. You feel like you’ll fall if he lets go of you.

But he does. He lets you go like you’re nothing, and you stay on your feet. You look down at the floor, catching your breath as he walks away to sit back down in his chair. He sinks down, spreading his legs wide as he takes his cigar between his fingers again.

It’s uncomfortable, the way your panties are sticking to you. You don’t want to move your thighs and entice Blue some more with his tactics, not like they aren’t working already.

Smoke billows from his nose as he juts his chin toward you. “Come here.”

You swallow thickly, turning and walking slowly over to where he lounges in his chair. He watches you the whole time. He’s always watching you.

When you stand before him, he hums lightly. He looks you up and down, thoroughly enjoying the view before patting his thigh. “Bend down.”

You set your hands on either side of his chair, like he’d done to you, and lean down so your faces are barely inches apart. He raises his cigar slowly to your lips, and you let them part as he sets them there, watching your mouth wrap around it with an earnestness that feeds your ego as the Panther’s generosity had done.

You breathe it in, nice and slow, filling your lungs as easily as you had done before. It’s a lot stronger than the smoke you’re used to—cheap cigarettes and rolled up blunts—and it feels good. He pulls it away when you stop.

Your eyes flutter as you lean forward just a bit, your lips ghosting over his parted ones as you begin to blow the smoke into his mouth, feeling the way his breath sucks in to taste it and you on his tongue.

You pull away when your breath blows clear, and he stays there for a moment as he lets the dissipating smoke linger in his mouth.

He breaks the silence. “You started smoking to piss off your father, didn’t you?” His eyes open, and they’re black with lust.

You nod. “Yes,” you admit. “I was…rebelling.”

He shakes his head. “You are rebelling,” he corrects you, sitting up a little straighter as he flicks the ashes of his cigar into its tray to hide the way he fixes himself. He sniffs, turning back to you.

“But no worries,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “Daddy can fix that.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you forget to breathe. Your eyes go wide and heat flushes into every crevice your body has to offer. It curls in your gut and leaves you practically shaking before him.

A smile spreads over his lips, it’s this dark thing that does nothing for the curling lust in your belly. “Oh, yes…” he purrs, sitting up just to be closer to your face as he raises one hand to your chin. He cups you in his palm, his fingers finding their purchase in your cheeks in a less than kind manner. “I read your file. Part of my job is to know everything about my girls. It helps me know how to keep them in line.”

He pats his thigh, his eyes unblinking as he watches you. You swallow dryly, moving on unsteady legs to do as he wants and lower yourself onto his lap between his spread legs. His hand falls on your lower back, rubbing dangerous circles up and down the length of it.

“Your father thoroughly complained about you. Wrote about all the stuff you used to do,” he begins. You fight the urge to bite your lip when his palm comes to rest on your knee, stroking the bare skin like treasure. “You used to stay up late blasting your music, go out all night with your little friends—and you wouldn’t return ‘til morning. You smoked around the house, cursed, talked back.”

He tuts like he’s disappointed in you, though you can see the amusement glistening in his gaze. “Said you used to bring back boys. You’d lock yourself in your room and scream all night,” your breath hitches when his hand travels away from your knee, moving up and up and up until he’s caressing the delicate skin of your inner thigh. “You moaned and whined, and you kept him up the whole time.”

You bite your lip when his fingertips brush the soft fabric of your panties, already soaked through with the arousal he’s been pulling from you since day one. You can see the delight whispering in his eyes. He hooks his arm around you as he shifts you onto his lap, your legs on either side of his own to make you straddle him, to make your tiny skirt ride so high up your thighs that your sheer underwear is easily exposed to him. It’s a nice position, albeit a jealous one. He must have been quite upset, seeing you doing this to the Panther a mere hour or two ago.

“You’d yell ‘Daddy this’ and “Daddy that’,” he sighs. His hands grope your ass tightly, and your lips part on a sigh at the way he grinds you down into his lap. “What were you saying, hm? What were you begging for?” His expression shifts into that of a pout, his lip jutting out as he mocks you. “‘Yes, Daddy’, ‘Please, Daddy’, ‘Fuck me, Daddy’.”

Your head is dizzy with the pressure of his hands, his meanness, even simply his breath on your skin. You keep grinding your hips in his lap, back and forth, enjoying the feeling of his bulge pressing against the wet fabric of your panties.

“Is that what you were saying? Hm?” His heavy breaths keep fanning over your skin, driving you to madness. “Were you a good little kitten for all those ‘bad boys’ you fucked?”

You don’t respond, you can’t. Between the grinding, the gasping, the teasing, your mind is so full of all the things you want to happen.

You’re torn crudely from your fantasies as he stops the insistent movement of your hips, his hand already wrapping around your throat before you can even open your eyes. He pulls you close to his face, the smell of tobacco and leather and wood filling your senses.

“Tell me what you did,” he demands. “Show me.”

You fight the urge to smile, lifting your hands to rest on his shoulders to steady yourself. You gently push him back against his chair, slowly leaning forward so your lips brush the lobe of his ear as you speak in the sweetest, softest voice you can muster.

“I did whatever he asked me to,” you breathe, rolling your hips once more onto his lap with a slow, teasing, maddening leisure. “I moaned, I screamed. I bent over and let him fuck me.” The tiniest whimper slips from your lips, your voice going just the slightest bit higher the more you grind and the more you imagine. You press your hand to his chest, feeling his beating heart underneath your palm as he watches you with hooded eyes and parted lips. He’s just as bad as you. “I got on my knees, and I sucked him off. I obeyed…” your lips curl into a little smirk as you lean down to his lips, “...like a good little kitten.”

You know you’ve got him in the palm of your hand by the way his eyes flutter, his unsteady breath fanning over your lips. Now that you’ve both got a hold of the other…it’s mutually assured destruction. Neither of you are letting go.

“Well,” he says, “you don’t have to concern yourself with boys anymore.” Just as you had done for him, his lips brush your ear and a shudder runs down your spine. “Daddy’s got you. You belong to me now. Only me.”

He pulls you back, his hand rough at the back of your neck. He lowers his voice to a dangerous murmur, each word distinct as just as threatening as the last. “And no one else is allowed to touch you, unless he wants his head wrapped around a bullet with my name written into the side. Do you understand?”

Breathlessly, you nod, realizing how very real his threat is and not caring enough to be properly scared. This is what you want, this is what you need, and no one is going to take that away from you now.

“I’m yours,” you whisper. And this time with conviction, “I belong to you, Daddy.”

His lips twitch, thoroughly pleased with your declaration. He leans in, so close yet so far.

“Now give us a kiss.”

The kiss that consumes you both is the equivalent to a wild beast ripping out the throat of its food. Neither of you knows who is who, and yet you both breathe in the scent of the other’s succulent blood through your nose, taste the sweet iron in its flow, embrace the warmth of it on your skin. You’re starving for it as your teeth sink into the skin of his bottom lip between the glide of your mouths against the other’s.

His hand wraps securely around your throat as he devours you, and you moan at the fuzzy feeling tingling in the back of your brain. He tastes of tobacco and whiskey as he licks into your mouth, taking what is rightfully his as you explore your pleasure with a roll of your hips.

When he pulls your face from his own to slot his lips over your throat, you feel your mind reeling. His teeth nip at your flesh, his tongue laps at the taste of your sweet skin, his lips suck at the unmarked skin, ready to right the wrong of you being unclaimed by him until this moment. You can already feel it, the purpling of your skin tomorrow when you get to see the results of his conquering.

Blindly unlacing the strings of your corset is hard, especially when your fingers shake with the thrill of his touch, when there are so many strings and not enough mind to undo them all. It loosens from your chest and you gasp at the feeling, feeling a shudder rushing down your skin at the way the corset brushes your sensitive skin. And when it’s gone, the heat of his flesh against yours is igniting. You squeal lightly when his large hand swallows your breast whole, kneading and groping and pinching until your nipple is a hard peak upon it.

“Fuck,” he sighs as he ventures his mouth down to suck your other one between his lips. You arch your back into him, pulling him close and enjoying the feeling of it, the attention, the sensation. You glide a hand down his chest, feeling the soft material of his button down, hardly hearing the gentle tap of your nails against the buttons over the sound of your breathing. You bite down on your lip—now cut from his insistent kiss—as you tug on the belt still wrapped around his waist.

His free hand grasps your own so quickly that you hardly have time to process it as his teeth graze the delicate flesh of your earlobe. You hold your breath as he whispers in your ear. “Beg for it.”

He pulls away to look at you, tilting his head as he awaits your response, his hooded eyes unblinking as his gaze bears into you. Blue watches as your face changes. He watches your bottom lip jut forward and tremble, he watches your brows pinch together. He watches as sadness suddenly fills every little feature of your face.

But he knows there’s no agony in those eyes.

“Please,” you whimper weakly, your voice pitched and almost whiny. “Please, Daddy, need you to fuck me. Please, I need it.”

The sound of it goes straight to his cock, which grows harder and harder with every second you spend pressed against his body. He grins, leaning in until your foreheads are pressing together so he can look up at you like he pities you. “You should beg more often,” he chuckles lightly. “You’re so pretty when you beg.”

“Please, Daddy,” you indulge him. “I’ll do anything.”

Fuck, he loves hearing that. It’s like music to his ears as his hand tightens so slightly around your throat. If he squeezed a little harder, pressed his palm just a little more into the column of your neck…

A surprised yelp tears from your throat when he stands to his feet, his arms wrapping tightly around you to hold you up. You hook your ankles so tightly behind him that you feel like you’re squeezing the life out of him.

Blue retrieved his cigar before sweeping everything off the desk and onto the floor with little regard for having to clean it all up later. He laid you down on the desk, looking down on you with a smirk. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You do as you’re told, and you’re happy to do it as he sets his cigar between your delicate lips once more. “Hold that for me, won’t you?” You nod with a little smile, watching as he begins to undo his belt with deft fingers. If he weren’t standing between your legs, you would have rubbed your thighs together to ease your rising need for him. And as he unbuttons each and every single little button on his shirt, unveiling more and more skin for you to discover, you feel like you’re going to blow.

You shudder when he grabs your hips, feeling the skin with an appreciative grin. He turns you on your side and grabs the top of your skirt, pulling a shocked sound from you when he’s ripping the clothing off by the zipper until it’s entirely useless. He strips you bare with as much barbarity and as much kindness as he cares to give.

He straightens his back, peering down at you as he begins to circle the desk. He stands on the other end, bending down to take the cigar from your lips when he’s met with a cloud of smoke billowing in his face. He breathes it all in, chuckling deep in his chest as you smirk up at him.

He looks at you, a primal grin spreading over his lips as he stubs the end of the cigar until it flickers out. He attacks your lips with his own, enjoying the taste of you as you raise a hand to bury in his hair and keep him close to you. When his mouth travels to your breasts once more, you pant and huff at the way he tastes you.

It all becomes so much worse when you feel his finger dip between your folds, brushing over your clit before teasing the lips of your pussy. The slightest whimper escapes you before he even does anything.

But then he pulls away from you, standing up again with his unbuckled belt as his hands grip his pants to push them down his legs. You lose breath at the sight of him, his hard cock so close to your face as it aches for you.

“Open wide, Kitten,” he orders, his eyes as black as licorice.

Once again, you do as you're told as you let your mouth open wider to let him in. He guides the tip of his cock to your lips, and you suckle around it, eager to taste the drop of precum that immediately leaks out onto your tongue.

He groans, his need slipping into something more volatile as he presses himself farther into your mouth. It’s warm and wet and irresistibly glorious as you suckle around him, eager to please, eager to make him feel good as you accommodate for his size.

“Good girl. That’s a good kitten,” he pants, his eyes drooping low as he looks down at the way your throat stretches around him the farther he goes.

When you’re tapping his thigh, telling him to pull out to let you breathe, it takes a moment for him to even heed you. You just look so delicious, feel so delicious. He pulls out, and you’re gasping for breath as you attempt to catch it.

He doesn’t give you too much time, though. No, he likes you too much. He slides his cock back between your lips, going farther and farther until your lips are pressing against his pelvic bone. He places a hand on your throat, not caring that your chest shudders for breath as he feels his cock through the stretch of your throat.

He groans, pulling out and pushing back in and pulling out and pushing back in as you try to get used to his rhythm, catching breaths where you can catch them. When his fingers tease your folds, it becomes so much worse, and it only continues to do so when he pushes two of them between your folds and curls.

He pulls out of your mouth to let you breathe just as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, his deft fingers working to make you high off the pleasure. You arch off the table, your mouth wide open and your thigh opening and closing of their own accord. You’re caught off guard when he pushes his cock back into your mouth at his own need.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he breathes, his hips seeking out that pleasure. Your lungs squeeze, begging for air as little gasps and gags wreak havoc over your body.

And when he finally pulls out, catching his breath with his fingers still shoved inside of you, you’re entirely breathless attempting to do the same.

You watch with teary eyes as he pulls his fingers out of you next, bringing them to his lips to taste you. With a heavy sigh and a deep hum, he licks your arousal clean. “Like fucking honey,” he breathes.

You wipe at your tears as he walks around the desk again, his eyes never leaving your body. When he’s bending over your body once more, his lips hovering over your own and his hands coming up to pin your arms at either side of your head, you can’t help but to breathe in the scent of his cologne, his breath, the fucking gel in his hair.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you, Kitten?” he whispers, his lips ghosting over your face. You shake your head gently, staring up at him with wide, wet eyes, like you’re just terrified of what he’s about to say, as though you can’t feel the arousal flushing through you at the mere idea of the possibilities rushing through your head.

His voice is low, gravelly, a growl in your ear as his grasp tightens around your wrists. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

Your tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip. Your breath is shallow and unsteady as you speak in a whisper of a voice, “Please, Blue. Please ruin me.”

The humor has left his eyes, any that may have been lurking within them. His face drops into something devilish, something possessive and twisted as the grip of his hands tighten. The slightest whimper escapes you, the pain ignites something both in you and in him at the buzzing pain in the tips of your fingers and the pressure of your wrists.

You lean forward—as best you can. Your words are gentle breaths in his face. “Ruin me so that no one can please me but you.”

He grunts as his heavy breaths erupt. You don't have time to think before he's turning you over so the front of your body is pinned to the dark wood of his desk, your warm cheek pressed into the chilly wood beneath it.

Without warning, Blue thrusts himself into the wet plushness of your pussy, his thick cock stretching you out in such a delicious way. You moan as you grip the edge of the desk to steady yourself, closing your eyes shut to enjoy the stinging sensation of his sudden intrusion.

Blue presses himself into you until his pelvis pushes insistently into your ass, burying his cock inside of you. A heavy breath forces its way from his chest, his whole body relaxing at the way you squeeze around him.

“Fuck, my perfect little Kitten. So fucking perfect for me,” he rambles. His hands find your waist, holding you tightly as he begins to pull himself out of you.

“Perfect, just for you– Mmph, fuck!” You're cut short when he thrusts into you again, a spasm of pleasure consuming every nerve in your body.

Blue’s thrusts are hard and rough but in no way measured or controlled as he fucks you to his need. His mind is reeling with his own pleasure, his gasps and grunts in your ear making you clench around his cock and inspiring another rough thrust.

“I'm gonna make you fucking scream for me, Kitten,” he huffs, accentuating his words with hard thrusts. “You want that? Hm? You want Daddy to make you scream? You wanna fuckin’—Mmh!—scream for Daddy?”

You nod, his—rather teasing—pace driving you insane as you yearn for the erratic and cruel rhythm you know he's dying to show you. You've known since the moment you saw him. The moment he gave you that dark and monstrous gaze, you've known he's always imagined you as the precious little kitten he's come to know just so that he can bury his teeth in your neck and rip out your throat.

You know there's no possible way this predator isn't dying to tear you limb from limb and enjoy the taste of your blood dripping from his lips.

“Wanna scream for you, Daddy. Make me fuckin’ scream.”

You would die a happy woman for a fucking like this.

He's rough and ruthless. He grabs you by your hip and hair and holds you down while he fucks into you. His thrusts are so hard that every time he punches that spongy spot inside of you, you see stars. He grunts on top of you, pulling on your hair and smacking your ass like he's punishing you for something—perhaps he is.

His hips continue to snap into you as he drives himself deeper, rougher, pulling each sound from you like plucking the strings of a guitar. The tight leather of your collar is a welcome feeling, like his hand around your throat, keeping you safe and warm. It reminds you with each and every thrust who it was that wrapped it around your throat in the first place.

It feels nice—dizzying, even—to be owned. You have no worries, no cares. You serve Blue, and you gain all the luxuries a girl could want. They’re easy conditions, ones you would happily live by. You don’t think you’d care if you spent every day crawling on your hands and knees, eating and drinking from a bowl, taking treats out of the palm of his hand. If it meant he’d fuck you like this, growling in your ear that you belong to him, that he will take care of you, that he’ll protect you—dare you say, that he’ll love you, even if it’s love in the way that a dog loves his favorite chew toy—you would do it with a smile and a purr on your tongue.

You don’t know when you began to cry. If you hadn’t felt the warmth of hot tears spilling over the apples of your cheeks, you don’t think you ever would have noticed them through the rush of pleasure. A broken moan slips after a harsh thrust. You felt Blue’s hand detangle from your hair and slip his thick fingers over the column of your neck.

He pulls you roughly back to look at your face, watching your tears change course to rush down the sides of your face. His face twisted into a pout, a mean and cruel pout that mocked glistening in your eyes, like diamonds.

Never missing a beat, he let out a faux whine. “Aww,” his brows knit together, “is my little kitten crying? Hm? Is it too much for her to take?” The fake sympathy is interrupted by another drive into you, his fingers flexing around your throat. “You can't handle how good I'm making you feel, is that it? My little slut is just so hungry for more.”

You whimper weakly, clenching around him and nodding, a disheveled mess underneath him, a slave at his mercy.

He smears your tears all over your face, smudging your already messy lipstick and mascara. “You're so beautiful when you cry, Kitten,” he groans, his heavy breath loud in your ear.

Your mouth falls open to let out a breathy cry as your hand flies up to wrap around the beck of his neck. You pull him down, your lips mashing in a brutal kiss. It's a primal sort of passion, the hot and heavy air is charged with the desperation and desire for destruction and decimation. You kiss with mangled lips and biting teeth, reaching for the other in a reckless attempt at consuming the other.

He wants to take you in his jaws and rip your throat out, pick you from his teeth and savor the taste of your blood on his lips. You want to bury your claws in his flesh and never let go.

His name dangles off your lips, and he laps it up hungrily. “Fuck, Daddy, don't stop.” Your senseless blabber fills the space between you, accompanying your whines and his grunts and the slick sounds of his cock pressing deep inside your sopping cunt. “Feels so good, I can't—mmph, Blue!”

He lets go of your throat in favor of wrapping an arm around your neck, pulling you into him as he buries his face in the space between your neck and shoulder. He inhales your scent, reveling in it—the smell of your sweat, your perfume, the shampoo in your hair.

You can’t what?” He taunts you with all the sympathy of a parasite draining its host. “Oh, you can’t handle it? Huh? You can’t take my cock like the good little kitten you’re supposed to be?” His voice is laced with all his mocking, his meanness and venom corrosive to your skin and creating the most delicious burn. He takes the lobe of your ear between his teeth, grunting harshly at the way you clench around him. “You’re gonna have to, baby,” he says, thrusting into you like it’s taking all his strength not to completely ruin you for even himself to use. “You gotta be good for Daddy. You’ll be good for me, right?”

You bury your face in his arm, kissing the flexing muscle at your face and trying not to sink your teeth into him like you really, really want to. “Yes,” you stutter. “Yes, I’ll be s-so good, Daddy.”

He smiles, admiring the teardrops on his arm, your kisses on his skin, the brush of your tongue. “Good,” he laughs. “Good girl.” He presses his mouth into your neck, shifting so that he’s sucking and biting at the skin, eager to mark you up some more, show everyone who you belong to in the rare case that they ever forget—in case you ever forget. You mewl at the feeling, unable to fight back the urge to taste his skin as you nibble at the little slips of flesh that you find.

His thrusts begin to stutter after a while, rough and erratic, losing their rhythm as he devolves. His low groans have weakened into shorter mewls, desperate gasps. The pleasure deepens and your head spins with it. It’s so much, too much and not enough as it purges every space in your body as your clit aches for his touch. You’re so, so close to the edge but so, so far without the rough pad of his fingers abusing your mewling bead.

“Fuck—I’m gonna cum, Kitten.” His confession is followed by a heavy breath. “I’m gonna cum, and you’re gonna take it all.”

A shudder rushes down your spine but gets lost in the muddle of ecstasy coursing through your confused mind, full only of the sounds of your slick and his grunts and your moans and the squealing of the desk beneath you, abused under the weight and exertion of you both.

You mumble through the fuzzy, hazy mess of your brain. “Yes, Daddy. M’gonna take it all.”

His arm tightens around your neck, his hand crushes your hip in his grasp. The sloppy smacks of his hips against your ass continues on as he fucks into you with all the enthusiasm of a man seeing his treasure waiting for him.

Blue cums with a growl, spilling inside as he pumped his cock in and out and in and out and in and out of you. He paints your walls with his warm cum, his head spinning with the way you milk him with your squelching cunt. He presses inside of you as deep as he’ll go, ensuring none of it slips out as your name and little curses and uncontrolled gasps fall from his lips.

You whimper as he crushes you under his weight, glad to take it all, everything he had to give you—his weight, his touch, his cum, the mercy of even allowing you the pleasure of this.

You listen to the way his breath slows, feel the way his thrusts become slow and deep, grinding inside of you just to relish in the feeling of you responding to him in the perfect way that you do.

After a moment, you feel him pulling out of you and whimper at the empty feeling he leaves you with. He breaks away from you, standing and walking away with a deep breath and a sniff. You lay there, your limbs trembling and charged with an unshed tension that continues to coil in your gut without his cock to soothe you.

You lift yourself onto your hands, looking over your shoulder at him and feeling the need and desperation gnawing at your bones. He doesn’t even look at you, like he’s completely disregarded you from his mind. You feel like you might cry—as though you hadn’t been already. You need so badly to cum, to come apart by his touch.

You sit up on his desk, knowing that if you tried to stand, you would only wobble in place. You lick your lips, bringing up the courage to grovel at his feet. He’s already broken you down to this mewling creature crushed under his weight, there’s no lower you can go right now. You just need him.

“Blue?” you nearly whisper, your lip jutting out just a bit as you try to make yourself look as small as you can. He just hums, his back still turned and his attention still divided. You lick your bottom lip, taking in a gentle breath. “Please, Daddy,” you plead gently. “Can I cum?”

He looks over his shoulder at you, leaning back against the wall as he looks at you, his eyes still dark with the lust eating away at them. He rakes his gaze over your body, taking in the sight of you: your hair and makeup a mess, your body completely bare, your skin stained with his marks, your thighs smeared with his cum and your arousal. You look like an angel.

Perhaps he should’ve named you “Angel” instead.

“I don’t know, Kitten,” he says. “I don’t think you’ve been a good girl for me, yet.”

You push yourself off his desk, walking over to him as you take his face in your palms. “Please, I’ll be good,” you beg, pulling him close as your lips hover. “I swear, I’ll be good.”

He grabs you by your hips, still sensitive from his abuse before. Blue hoists you back onto the desk once more, standing in between your thighs as he raises a hand to wrap around your throat. “You’ve been teasing me, fucking taunting me.”

You hold your breath as he leans in close, so close yet so far from kissing you that you can’t help but to whine. His hand brushes your skin until he cradles your cheek, offering a false sense of security as he holds you with the softest hand you’ve ever felt. “I need you to know that you’re my plaything, not the other way around.”

Your breaths fan over his face as he stares at you and you at him. You raise a hand to hold the back of his, your eyes fluttering shut to feel his embrace. You think, for a moment, that you could stay here forever.

You’re broken from the intimacy of his touch when his hand wraps once again around your throat, tightening so slowly around the collar he’d slapped onto you. He sighs deeply, serving as your only warning as he steps even closer.

“Do you understand that?”

You nod, your eyes fluttering at the way he holds you. It’s an intoxicating feeling. Your hand travels down his until you're grabbing his wrist, pulling his hand even closer as you yearn for him to grip you just a little tighter. “Yes, Daddy,” you breathe. When he doesn’t move, you open your eyes again just enough to see him. He watches your face change, watching your brows knit and your lip pout. Your eyes glitter with submission. “Please, I’ll behave. I’ll be so good.” He tilts his head, and you actually manage to shed a tear. “I belong to you. I’ll always belong to you, Daddy. Blue’s good little kitten.”

The way you whisper the last part makes his eyes flutter, the muscles in his neck flexing to contain himself as he inhales sharply. A smile begins to curve his lips until he’s tightening his grin on your neck. He leans in, fully aware of the way you hold your breath as he whispers in your ear. “Good girl.”

No. He’s certain now. You’ll always be Kitten.

He picks you up, pushing you back onto your back and pulling you to the edge of the desk. He wraps your legs tightly around his waist, pumping his cock three times before he’s pushing into you. You gasp, arching your back off the desk as your head spins with the quick and sudden pleasure. He holds you tightly by your hips, filling the office once again with the sound of your wet pussy and filthy moans, the loud smacks of skin and helpless little mewls.

Blue builds his steady rhythm, and once he’s got you right where he wants you, he reaches between you as the pad of his thumb finds your aching clit. A deep gasp rips its way through your chest at the pleasure that blossoms there. It’s immediate and it comes with a dizzying mind as you struggle to keep it together.

He circles your clit, his pace quick and messy and perhaps a bit too rough. The heels of your feet dig into his back, pulling him in and trying to heighten your pleasure as you already feel that perfect release nipping at your fingertips. You reach up and wrap your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him down until he’s forced to press his body against yours, his pace still quick and harsh, building his own release along with yours.

You tuck your arms underneath his own, burying your nails into his back and raking them down. You can’t wait to see the angry red lines that are bound to embed themselves into his skin. A whimpering sort of groan slips out of him at the way you scratch him, marking him with your own claim.

“My kitten still has her claws.” He smiles through clenched teeth, pride shining behind his eyes at the stinging of your sharp nails.

You bite your lips as the sparks of pleasure fill you up, your mind cloudy with the haze of your ecstasy. Your body is buzzing, and your limbs are trembling. You could feel your building climax taking you higher and higher, closer and closer to that sweet release.

Blue continues to rut into you, fucking you with all the energy he has left as you moan and whine and whimper. “Who do you belong to?” he demands, his lips mere centimeters from your ear. “Who owns you?”

It’s hard to speak through the fog of your mind, but you know that if you don’t, he’s going to stop, you can’t think of anything worse right now. “You, Daddy,” you gasp.

He shakes his head. “Say my name. Who owns you, hm?”

This pathetic whine unfurls from your throat and he knows you’re going to cum. His hips snap harder into you, startling his name from your chest. “Blue.”

He nods, the flick of his wrist working harder to bring you closer. He growls into your ear, “Say it again.”

The coil snaps just as you cry out, “Blue!” You cum with a shout, your vision flashing in and out as all the sounds of your pleasure blur into this strange symphony. All the breath is knocked from your lungs, your nails sink into his back to mark him once more in your own claim. Your words are entirely incoherent, but along the lines of “fuck” and “yes, daddy” and “oh, Blue”.

You flutter around him, your walls climbing down as you cum. The last of Blue’s restraint is flushed away by the way you clench around him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as he spills inside you once again, clenching his jaw as he floods you with the last of his cum. “Mm-fuck, Kitten.”

Your bodies rock with one another, grinding and moaning and searching for the other as your pleasure fills the space between you. You imagine this is what it feels like to be so full of the adrenaline and bloodlust that a predator gets when it catches its prey within its jaws. This pulsing, rushing feeling throbbing in your ears and filling every nerve ending with pleasure. You can taste the blood and sweat on your tongue, you can feel the meat in your teeth.

Slowly, very slowly, you come down from your highs. It’s a slow dwindle, like a leak in a faucet, but you do. The ebb and flow of your releases dulls to a quiet wave in the back of your mind as you catch your breath. You feel so full, filled with his cum and his possession as you lay there, your thighs aching with the stretch of being spread so wide for so long.

Blue pulls away from your neck, your nose brushing and your breaths mingling. You’re consumed once again by him when he captures your lips in another bruising kiss. He tastes you, memorizing the feel of your soft lips, your warm tongue. It’s hard to keep up, but you do. Because you’ll be damned if you miss one beat of this primal play that keeps your heart pumping with this hunt that goes both ways.

Blue straightens his spine as he pulls out of you. He chuckles when another whimper comes out of you, mourning the loss of him. He pats your side twice, once again reaching for the nearly spent cigar in its tray. He sets it between his lips and lights it, letting the smoke billow from his mouth with a heavy sigh.

He turns around, stretching his limbs. You nearly drool at the sight of his flexing muscles, the red scratches lining his back, all the way down. You couldn’t help your smirk, proud of your good work.

He is yours. Blue Jones belongs to his Kitten, just as much as she belongs to him. You’re in his blood, in his lungs, in the very fabric of his skin.

“Like what you see?” he mumbles, feeling your eyes on his back. He glances over his shoulder, smirking. “I bet you got me good.” He chuckles.

You lean onto your elbows, watching him with all the tired lust left in your eyes. His gaze wanders from your eyes and down between your thighs, watching the way his cum begins to leak from your abused hole.

“You’re making a mess.” He bends down to pick his slacks off the floor, stepping into them absent-mindedly.

“Hm,” you mutter, standing to full height and ignoring the feeling of his warmth slipping down your leg. You grab his white button down, discarded somewhere on the floor. With your clothes destroyed, you have nothing to wear. You don’t think he’ll care about you stealing his shirt. “Something tells me you don’t care much.” You raise a brow at him, smirking slyly.

He smiles darkly, walking toward you with his cigar between his fingers as he takes your face in your free hand and kisses you again, still as hungry and as possessive as before, but a little softer than it had been in the mess of desperation that came with fucking you. His kiss is smokey, and you breathe it all in.

As he separates from you, his eyes darted from your own to your lips, then down to your breasts, and up once more to your eyes, he sighs. “I want you back in here tomorrow night. You and I have an appointment.” Your eyes flutter when you feel his hand drift down your body and back between your legs, cupping your leaking heat and pressing two fingers into you to shove his cum back in.

You swallow thickly, smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Yes, Daddy.” He licks his lips, kissing you again quickly. When he pulls away, his hand follows as he’s bringing his cigar back to his lips. You pluck it from his fingers and set it between your own lips.

You turn away as you smoke it, listening to him lower himself into his seat as he watches you with a great amount of interest. You don’t bother even looking at the scraps of clothing left on the floor. You bend down to pick up your shoes, turning back to him and seating yourself on his spread lap.

You straddle him, arms wrapped around his neck and faces inches apart. You perch the cigar between two fingers, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke into his face with a very long breath. His lashes flutter, and his lips form a large grin. He loves when you do that. He breathes it in like the sweetest perfume. You’re in his lungs.

You lean in and kiss him again, addicted to the taste of him as you giggle. He meets you with just as much need, adoring the taste of you on his tongue. You sigh when you pull away, returning his cigar to his lips as you stretch your arms tightly over your head with a moan. Blue watches appreciatively, sighing as his eyes drift down to your perfect breasts.

You relax after a moment, like putty in his arms as you lean in too close, your face in the crook of his neck as you press kisses into the skin just to have an excuse to be this close. His hand flattens against your back, and he’s kind enough to rub two circles into it as he offers a long and unsteady breath.

Then he pats you gently, pulling his cigar from his lips. “Go get some sleep, Kitten.”

You sigh, pressing one last kiss to the skin before pulling away. You smile at him, full of faux innocence and all the charm in the world. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Blue.” You kiss him quickly before hoisting yourself out of his lap.

“You better.” It’s not up for debate, but you weren’t going to argue in the first place.

As you laid in bed that night with your collar in hand, you couldn’t help but to stare at the words engraved into the back of the tag like the claim you’ve both engraved into each other’s skin.

Property of Blue.

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winniethewife · 1 year ago

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Special day for a special girl (Blue Jones X F!reader)

A/N: For @ominoose Happy Birthday Mushi! Hope you enjoy!

Warning: smut under the cut, Blue is his own warning, fingering, Cunnilingus

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She woke with a start. Blue looming over her with an unusually cheerful look on his face. She instantly felt on edge. Blue was usually unpredictable, and his mood was hard to understand. She sits up slowly, apprehensive,

“Good Morning pretty girl.” Blue smiled at her a twinkle in his eye. He takes her hand in his and kisses it softly. She looks at him with a slight tilt of her head. He must want something. And want it bad.

“What’s going on Blue? You’re never this nice…” She tried to pull away but he holds on tight.

“Hey…Baby baby…I just want to make you’re special day special…” He sits down on the bed next to her as she curls her legs up to her chest, he’s still holding on to her hand. . She feels confused.

“Special day?” she asks, she had no idea what day it was anymore, every day at the club was pretty much the same day in day out… it was near impossible to keep track. Blue just smiles.

“Yes, it’s your birthday. A special day…all about you.” He purrs as he takes her chin in his hand lifting her face to look at his. “I want to give you something special… something special for my special girl…” He presses his lips to hers, which was also surprising. As he pulled her in closer, putting his arm around her, bringing her chest to his, she softly moans. This was unexpected, unusual, and… nice. She puts her hands on his chest, the fabric of his suit was surprisingly soft. He took this as a sign… he pushes her down onto the bed, not daring to remove his lips form hers as she clutches his clothes in surprise. Her eyes open wide as he gets on top of her, her heart starts to race. She pulls away and opens her mouth to say something, to ask a question, he puts a finger over her mouth. “Shhhh….Don’t worry, I’ll take care you, My pretty girl…” he croons, kissing her on the lips, then her cheek, her jaw, neck…His hands caressing her skin, as he makes his way lower and lower on her body, His hands gentle, his soft words sweet. She was surprised, Blue wasn’t usually so kind, but shed take anything. Blue looks up at her from between her legs. “I’m gonna take good care of you baby. Keep your eyes on me pretty girl. That’s it…” He says quietly as he pulls her underwear to the side, sliding his fingers through her folds, rubbing his thumb in circles around her clit.

“Blue…” She moans his name softly, her breathing heavy, her eyes locked on his as he leans in to her, sliding his finger into her. She lets out a soft gasp as she feels him inside her, the feeling familiar but different, gentle, loving, not at all like her clients. Her soft whimpers fill the room, like music to Blues ears as he carefully slides in a second finger curling them up into her. She bucks her hips into him, eagerly seeking his touch.

“That’s it pretty girl, making you feel good right? Tell me, who makes you feel this good?” He eggs her on stilling his fingers waiting for her response.

“You do Blue, you make me feel good” She cries out. She needs him badly.

“Good girl.” He praised her as he leaned in kissing her clit, pushing his fingers in and out of her, his tempo increasing as he sucks on her wanting to bring her to her climax. He runs his tongue along her folds and moving his fingers faster as she clenches her walls around his fingers. “That’s it pretty girl. Cum on my fingers. Can you do that for me baby?” He says into her skin, before nipping lightly at her thigh. She yelps slightly at the sting, then as he moves to bite the other side she feels the hot wave of pleasure come crashing down on her. As she rides out her high Blue smiles, pulling out his fingers and slides them into his mouth to clean them off, a satisfied hum leaves his throat. “A special day, for a special girl...”

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jayke0 · 1 year ago

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Stretched Thin

Pairing: Blue Jones x fem reader

Summary: kinktober day 22, Virginity

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: Blue taking reader's virginity, mild dub-con, Blue is his own red flag, p in v, unprotected sex, name calling (bitch), breeding, grinding, praise, a bit of exhibitionism, choking, crying, creampie, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 1,643

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"I can feel you staring at me."

Your eyes follow the shadow of the man standing next to you, gaze trailing all the way up his suave suit and to his face.

"Well, you're just so pretty, babydoll, it's hard not to." His large hand rests on your head and strokes down your back, settling between your exposed shoulder blades.

"C'mon, I don't even have my make-up on yet." An exasperated sigh leaves your lips as you lean forward in your chair to fix the choker accessory around your neck. "Do I really have to wear this? I mean, it doesn't even add much to the outfit." You tug at the material.

"Oh it does, it puts that pretty neck on show, sweetheart." The cold metal of his rings glides over your skin and makes you shiver a little, feeling his hand rest on your shoulder. "Anyway, it's not for you to decide."

Blue always has two tones; he's either being sickeningly sweet, charming the new girls and customers, or he's snarkily threatening you through gritted teeth… and you'd been on the receiving end of both.

"Yeah, I know I know." You groan softly as you get up to collect your makeup from the other side of the room, but Blue follows you like a puppy, suddenly pressing against you and trapping you between your wobbling desk and his body, your ass pressing against his crotch in a way that has him groaning lowly in your ear.

"Shit, Blue! Be careful," fingers gripping the wood, you balance yourself, "please don't mess around like this again… I have a show in a few minutes, you know that." Unfortunately for you, your tone isn't very convincing, as really all you can focus on right now is how close he is to you, how you can feel his arms encasing you and his breath on the back of your neck, so close you just want him to latch onto your skin and bruise it.

You gulp, as if to swallow the thoughts, but there's no chance that he can't feel your quickened heartbeat echoing through your chest.

"You like this, don't you?" He finally speaks, breathily. "You always like it, when I do this to you." He growls in your ear as his hand wraps around your waist, running up and down your side. "I can feel when your heart beat picks up, honey, and the warmth between your legs."

You feel his hips slowly grind into you, the action making you groan louder than you would've liked.

"See? 'Atta girl." You can practically feel him grinning on the back of your neck as your hand wraps around his wrist in an attempt to set yourself free.

"Blue… c'mon, the other girls are expecting me—"

The man suddenly spins you around to face him, gripping your jaw tightly. "They don't tell you what to do, I do."

Your eyes flutter shut while a gasp leaves your lips, your legs squirming and trying to press together, but all that results in is Blue grinding his knee up against your core, which pulls a loud whimper from deep in your stomach.

"They'll find someone else." He mumbles as his eyes wrack over your already exposed body, hands holding your waist and trailing down to your hips to make you rock against his knee. "I can't wait a second longer to touch you. I gotta feel you. I gotta be inside you."

That makes your needy cunt throb, and then a pathetic whimper similar to a sob pass your lips.

"Blue, I haven't—"

"I know honey, I know." He nods condescendingly, mocking your inexperience. "But if anyone's gonna take your virginity, it's gonna be me, ok? That's my job, and I've been waiting so fucking long to do it, sweetheart."

The man speaks through his teeth at you, something you'd usually find intimidating, but now all you can do is rock your hips against his knee faster.

"Good girl, want you nice and wet so I can slide in easier, honey."

You can feel the hardness of his cock against your thigh, rubbing against the material of his slacks and probably staining it from the inside, but he doesn't care.

Suddenly, he's lurching towards you, and you feel his lips smashing against yours, tasting smoke and strong whiskey as he licks into your mouth and unbuttons his blazer to let it fall to the floor. His slacks are next to come off and join the clothes pooling at his feet, before he wraps his hands around the backs of your knees and pushes you up onto the top of the desk, which wobbles again under the weight. With a grunt, he pushes your legs apart to get a view of your arousal soaking through your underwear, making what little frabic that was covering your thighs fall against your tummy.

You look away embarrassedly and cover your mouth with your hand. "What if someone hears us? Or comes in?!" Your worries fall on deaf ears for a moment as the man pulls your panties aside and uses his thumbs to spread your pussy lips, a moan reverberating through his body. "That doesn't matter, they're used to it, babydoll; they're used to taking my cock."

Fuck, you definitely should not be getting worked up over his words, but you can't help it, it just feels like basic human nature at this point, your body aching for this man and his seed.

"You been stretching yourself like I said, sweetheart?" The man's voice brings you back to earth and your eyes watch him loosen his tie, letting the fabric hang around his neck as he looks at you intensely.

"I have." You mumble softly, resting your shakey hands on his broad shoulders to feel the muscles under his shirt contracting just slightly with each movement of his arms. He nods proudly. "Good girl, just what I wanna hear, makes your cunt nice and ready for me."

Finally, he slides his underwear down his surprisingly wide hips to reveal what you've been wanting to see for months; his thick, twitching cock leaking for you, he's this hard for you, and the thought makes you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

Your boss steadies himself on the desk as it creaks, hands planted either side of your thighs as he starts up another kiss. His open-mouthed kisses are intoxicating, and you feel yourself getting swept up in the feeling of him sucking on your bottom lip as if you're being induced into a trance. "Shit, honey, maybe you're more of a whore than I expected." You feel him grin against your lips.

His hand wraps around his cock and presses his blunt tip against your tight hole, sliding it up and down to coat himself in your endless arousal that's now coating your inner thighs. Without warning, he slides in, pushing through your tense muscles as you grip his shoulders tightly, hips jolting away.

"W–ait– shit—" you whimper through a soft sob, pleasure and pain concocting in the firey pit in your stomach.

"Shhh I know, just accept it. It's ok honey, Blue's here." The man grunts on your lips, still pushing deeper and deeper until eventually he's seated nicely inside you. "Shit, you're so tight, love it when cunts are this tight around me. Can you squeeze for me?"

You can barely think, let alone control your body, but you automatically react by clenching around him as he pulls out and his tip drags along a special place inside you that has you throwing your head back.

"Oh yeah, good girl, good girl."

Before your brain can even accept the praise, blue is thrusting into you at a jarring pace, fucking you more and more open untill your walls are gripping around him tightly and your nails are digging into his back.

"Bl-ue, h-oly shit-" is all you can stammer as you grasp him and lean your head back against the wall, desk legs creaking louder with every thrust. His pace is fast and painful, but it lights some kind of fire in you that has your cunt dragging him in further, wanting him deeper.

"You take it so good, gonna carve my shape into that hole… gonna fill you up." The man's breathes have gotten faster and moans are now falling from his lips with absolutely no attempt to hide them. "Moan for me, honey. Show 'em how good i fuck you, c'mon bitch," his hand slides up your body and wraps around your neck, making you whimper and pant loudly at the slight pressure.

The pleasure is growing in your lower stomach faster than expected, spreading throughout your nerves till you can feel it in your toes, making them curl as your thighs shake. You feel Blue split your legs open, using his elbow to push your knee against the hardwood.

"I don't think- i-imma… I'm close, Blue-" you yelp out, eyes struggling to focus on him when you look at him.

" 'atta girl, i knew you'd love it, love my cock inside you."

Blue leans forward and presses sloppy kisses on your lips again, "imma cum inside you, breed you like a real bitch-"

You clench again, head feeling dizzy as you teeter on the edge.

"Fill you up nice and good till I'm leaking out of you, knock you up so you're my whore forever."

You hate him so much in that moment as your body shudders and your orgasm rolls through you, your hips jolting and bucking from sensitivity as tears start rolling down your cheeks, wetting that dumb choker.

Your walls throb around him as he mercilessly continues fucking into your wet core, pushing you to your limits until eventually you feel him bury inside you to the hilt, loud pants and groans coming from his chest as he spills deep inside you.

Your pants sync up as you both calm down, Blue resting his forehead on your shoulder as he licks the sweat on your neck.

"My good slut, all for me," he purrs. "I ain't ever letting you go, sweetheart."

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Prompts by: @/flightlessangelwings

Tagging people: @cowboymarcs @sad1st1c-wh0re @poopoobuttsy @boredzillenial @mllover260 @simpforbritgents @partssoldseparately @keira-kaz2y5 @theincredibleinkspitter @l-lune @red-hydra @queerponcho @summonthesoups @motleyfolk @steven-grants-world @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @minigirl87 @chichimisaki

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#oscar isaac characters #blue jones smut #blue jones #sucker punch smut #sucker punch #kinktober

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redeyerhaenyra · 2 years ago

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Hey, its ya girl, ominoose. Honoured to be here on opening night.

I would like to request Jake Lockley, Blue Jones and Basil Stitt with a curvy/chubby reader please! XOXOXO

Jake, Blue, Basil, with a curvy reader

Summary: Some headcanons for Jake, Blue, and Basil with a curvalicious reader

Warnings: Masturbation(male), possessiveness, unhealthy relationships in Basil's section, recording, thigh fucking, dollification(?)in Blue's section, a small bit of titty worship if you squint

Notes: MUSHI omg, yes yes yes 1000% yes, autistic bisexual curvy oscar isaac lovers RISSSEEE- I kinda got carried away with Basil's section hehehe but I hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

Jake Lockley

OK so if there's one thing we know about Jake, he is the opposite of shy, especially when it comes to his affections for you

Man lives and breathes to just look at you

The bastard will fucking pout if you're going out and you don't wear tight clothes

"But, hermosa, I wanna show you off, you're so hot. Everybody wishes they were you, prometo."

He's so proud you're his, there is nothing about you he doesn't love. Like I said earlier, he just likes to look at you.

All the curves and bumps, your soft tummy, your plush thighs, he can't get enough.

You will be sitting in his lap most of the time and this is non negotiable

It's half a sex thing for him and half that you're basically his plushie that he likes to cuddle, just having you sit pretty on his lap, all warm and squishy, makes him feel better

I think he'd definitely be into thigh fucking like c'mon now it's obvious

Feeling and seeing his dick between your squishy thighs just makes him go feral

I've said it before I'll say it again he fucking lives for making Marc and Steven jealous and recording himself fucking your thighs on Steven's phone for the poor guy to find later is just one of the many ways he does that

He talks alot too, just to rub it in further

"Guau, qué chica tan bonita. Hmm? You're so beautiful aren't you, baby? So perfect and squishy for me, I bet Marc and Steven wish they were here right now, huh? Don't you agree? Yeah, I bet you do."

Blue Jones

Oh no

If you thought Jake was bad you have a whole nother thing coming

Blue will PERSONALLY make sure all the costumes you wear on stage highlight just how curvy and plush you are.

But no one else is allowed to touch you

Oh no, that right's reserved for him and him alone

Tbh even when you're not performing, he'll want you to be wearing tight fitting shirts so he can stare at your boobies as you go about your day

Yeah he's a tit guy, don't get me wrong he loves all parts of your body but titties just do it for him

Him and Jake are very similar tbh, he also likes to show you off.

When high rollers are in the club you'll be sitting on his lap and no one else's

You're his doll, toy, barbie even

He likes to dress you up and play with you ;)

I'm serious he will pick out outfits for only him to see you in, dress you up in them, sit you on his lap and brush your hair

Like I said you're his toy, his stress ball, even

Just squeezing you will calm him down, any part of you, it's almost grounding to him

He talks to you in these moments, but it's just sort of general babbling about how shit his day was, and all you have to do is sit in his lap and let him nuzzle your breasts

"You're so good to me, bunny. I don't deserve you, do I? No matter what I do you're always here.. always so soft for me.."

Basil Stitt

Ah, everyone's favorite recluse

Look at the way this man lives and tell me he's not a porn addict please

YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT

So we've established that he's a greasy little basement dweller who watches porn on the regular

And we all know that most mainstream porn showcases sort of a singular body type (no hate to my skinny ladies btw ily mwah mwah)

Like it never occurred to him that he might find chubby ladies attractive

So when you, his new neighbour, moving into the apartment across the hall from him, knock on his door to say hi with the most wonderful tight leggings on he basically dies on the spot

The way your thighs looked so squishy and plush- he just wanted to grab them and sink his teeth into them

He tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible because he knew he would've ended up moaning out loud at any point

And then you turn around to walk away AND HE SEES YOUR ASS he's dead he's so dead

The next time he sees you, you're coming back from a night out, clearly a little tipsy, and wearing the shortest, tightest black dress he's ever seen, he dies a second time

His face is pressed up agaisnt the peephole in his door so he can watch you

You drop your keys at one point and bend over to pick them up and he basically cums in his pants untouched

Groaning and falling to his knees as his now softening dick rubs against the wet patch in his jeans

He makes it a point to watch you whenever he can now

He learns your schedule off by heart, it becomes his schedule. Probably has alarms set for it on his phone

Like "Oh , it's 9AM, time to watch my neighbour leave for work." "Oh its 8:30 time to watch her come home."

He really desperately wants to talk to you more but the poor guy is just so insecure :(

This cycle continues for a while.. until one fateful day, you come back from your weekly night out, in the same tight black dress that he loves so much on you... but this time... you're accompanied by a man

The both of your are similarly a little drunk, giggling and fumbling over the keys to your apartment

What? What's this? A friend, brother... partner? Basil silently begs you from behind the door to not let him into your apartment but oh god that's exactly what you do

He feels the tears running down his face before he realises he's crying, pleading for you to stop from behind his door.

His pleads turn to shouts as you close the door, sniffling and crying

Definitely fucks up his apartment again in his anguish

And when he's done that he angrily jerks off, to get back at you? He's not sure. He doesn't even know if you're having sex with the guy, or if it's just a friend you're letting crash at your place, but he's so obsessed with you he can't imagine it being any other reason that you would "betray" him like that

His poor cock is red and sore and he realises he shouldn't have tugged on it so hard 🥺 poor baby

He spends the next day crying in bed, it feels like you've dumped him when you're both barely more than acquaintances but by this point he's formed a sort of parasocial relationship with you, and your soft tummy, that he can't get over the prospect of you even looking at other men

And so, it's decided. He's going to go, knock on your door, and talk to you.... tomorrow. One day. He will do it! Just.. not today.

#blue jones #blue jones sucker punch #blue jones x reader #blue jones smut #mushi ♡#jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely smut #jake lockley moonknight #basil stitt #lightning face #basil stitt x reader #basil stitt smut

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darlingdekarios · 2 years ago

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stay still.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 1,154 content: Brothel!Blue Jones x f!reader, plot what plot?, smut [cockwarming, unprotected p in v, sub!Blue], kink(s) [consensual slapping, drool, begging]

Blue needs to learn a little patience while you help him get ready.

“I said stay still.”

The brisk slap across his cheek seemed to linger in the room as the stinging ling, and though most would recoil – Blue Jones did not. Instead, his face only drew closer to yours, eyes hooded and dropping to take in the smile that played on your lips as a low growl rumbled in his chest – predatory, dangerous, unhinged. Recognizing what he was after you connected an index finger to his forehead, pushing his face away from yours as you clicked your tongue against your teeth.

“Not being a very good listener tonight, Blue,” you continued to chastise, a firm shake of your head further communicating your disappointment in him. You returned to applying charcoal eyeliner beneath his eyes from where you sat straddling his lap, his painfully hard cock buried inside your warm sex. You’d already been warming him this way for several minutes, languidly taking your time with the task that could’ve been long completed by now. “What am I going to do with you, hmm?”

“Fuck me,” he whined out, desperate to thrust into you repeatedly until he had molded you into a moaning mess. Though it sounded as the most pitiful whine from his lips it still came across much more as an order than he knew you’d appreciate. “Please – please fuck me.”

“I only fuck good boys who sit still,” you taunted, leaning closer to his face to focus on your work and shifting your hips just slightly. The movement was enough to make him whimper, his lips falling open slightly at the subtle shift, his fingers immediately wrapping around your hips to hold you closer. “You have to learn how to behave, and I have to finish making you look pretty.”

“Fuck the eyeliner,” he breathed out desperately, unable to recall the last time he’d needed you to move so badly. “Fuck the eyeliner, forget the eyeliner, I don’t care. I need you, baby. I don’t care about any-“

“Only good boys get rewarded, sugar,” you persisted despite his best efforts at begging, shaking your head again before you started in on the next eye.

His fingers clenched at your sides desperately, and you opted to let that particular movement pass – he was just trying to steady himself. You recognized when you had him teetering on the edge of something truly dangerous. Ultimately, Blue was still in charge – this would stop any minute he really wanted it too – but you were one of his favorites because of how well you knew him.

“I can tell you’re taking your time,” he remarked, voice still breathy and desperate and laced with a bit of pain. You could always tell when he’d had enough – he wasn’t quite there yet tonight. “You’re lucky I think you’re so perfect when you’re a little mean.”

That pulled a smile from you, your eyes flashing with something deeply fulfilled and appreciative as you leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to the lips he’d swollen by biting at. A quiet moan left his throat as you clenched your walls around him tighter briefly – way too fucking briefly – before removing your lips from him and seating yourself in his lap again.

“You’re talking too much, Blue,” you cooed, briefly brushing the tip of your nose against his before going back to your efforts on his eyeliner. When he opened his mouth to protest you slipped two of your fingers into his mouth, using your thumb to close his lips around the digits with a shake of your head. “Shhhh. Let me finish.”

The five minutes that followed felt like hours for the man beneath you. Unable to take how overstimulated he felt, his muscled thighs were quivering beneath you, his pupils blown wide as he maintained eye contact with you. Within a minute he’d began to drool slightly around your fingers, his tongue circling them slowly. The occasional fluttering of your walls around – you were only human, after all, and he filled you so perfectly – had him growing impossibly hard. He knew you wanted him just as badly by the arousal that was leaking from you and down his thighs, and knowing you wanted him just as badly somehow made it easier for him to still.

As you finished the last swipe of the eyeliner you dragged it out, grinding your hips impossibly slow into his and pulling a cry so loud it was rude considering how many people could hear just a room away. Neither of you cared – neither of you had ever cared. No longer able to play nice his fingers grasped your hips hard enough to bruise, raising you up slightly so he could begin to thrust up into you desperately.

As he finally fucked into your dripping sex, he truly came undone – while he’d normally have more filthy things to say to you flowing into borderline disturbing praises for you, tonight the only sounds from him were grunts, groans, and whines as he chased his release. You leaned forward to claim his lips in a starved kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance which he won by slipping a hand to connect a thumb to your clit. There was no more time for teasing tonight – but next time he had you, he would be patient.

When he began rubbing expert circles around the swollen nub your legs were shaking much sooner than you’d be willing to admit in the future, his thrusts becoming sloppy and desperate. He released you from his hungry kiss to move his lips to your neck, forgoing gentleness to suck a mark into your skin harshly.

“I’m going to come in you for this one,” he breathed huskily into your ear, groaning when the words caused you to clench around him tightly. He kissed his way up your neck to your jaw, running his nose along your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours, tears brimming in his eyes at how good it felt to claim you again, swearing it got better every time. “Filthy fucking baby girl, just wants me to fill her up.”

You couldn’t find a reply for him before your head was thrown back in a cry, your release blinding your vision with white hot pleasure as another indecently loud cry left your lips. He followed you soon after, painting your walls with his release with another low, rumbling groan, continuing his movements on your clit as he completed his own release.

When you’d both come down from your shared euphoria just enough to catch your breath, you leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to one another’s lips, meeting the other halfway. When you pulled away from the kiss your eyes scanned over his face before a playful, concerningly mischievous smile spread across your face.

“Look what you did to your eyeliner with all that crying, Blue. What am I going to do with you?”

You both had plenty of ideas.

masterlist.

#blue jones #blue jones x reader #blue jones x you #blue jones smut #sucker punch #sucker punch smut

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minispidey · 2 years ago

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Hey its ya girl, ominoose here, aka your biggest fan. I would like to request some hcs for my fave men Steven Grant and Blue Jones would be like with a s/o thats shorter than them please and ty xoxo

BLUE JONES AND STEVEN GRANT with short s/o.

Warnings: smut 💅, language, uses female body descriptions, degradation, objectification (for blue smh), worship.

Requested by bestie @ominoose

(Author's Note: Requests for Oscar Isaac characters are still open! Don't be shy, keep them coming! Repeaters are welcome. Reblogs and comments are appreciated 💅)

MINORS DNI

Blue blue my love. Teases a lot to be honest. Hated it when you wore heels or shoes that elevate your height a bit. Would be mean and trip you down if you did.

"No more shoes like that, honey."

It wasn't a question. It was a demand. He would push you around until you take off your heels. Only he gets to tell you if you could wear them.

He actually loves crouching down to your level, talking down to you like a child.

"Aww, is my favorite girl mad? Take them off and throw them away."

Blue likes picking you up like a cat and placing you down. Be it a table, one of those tall bar seats or his lap.

You could be walking all pretty and he'll pick you up like you weighted nothing. Even for my plus sized girlies out there, he'd still pick you up.

He could pick you up and fuck you anywhere. Ramming into you mercilessly.

He finds you adorable when you try to stand on your tip toes to give him a kiss. Blue always ends up standing taller to tease you.

"Gimme a kiss, sweetie. You're almost there."

He's mean.

Steven the baby. Or like, you're his baby.

He absolutely adores you. Wanna grab something from the shelves? No need for a chair. Steven's got you.

If you wanna wear a pair of heels, (unlike Blue) he'd let you. He thinks that you look like a model, strutting around with your heels.

He once wore a tie during a romantic date. You pulled on his tie so you could kiss him.

He developed a thing for it. You too.

(Bonus)

You let him wear his suit during sex, pulling on his tie like a leash.

"Fuck me harder, Stevie... please..."

"I-I'm trying, love. Just hold on for me. You're... You're just so pretty for me... pull it harder..."

#blue jones #sucker punch #blue jones smut #steven grant #steven grant smut #moon knight smut #minispidey requests

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melodygatesauthor · 2 years ago

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The Blue Pill - Coming 04/15/2023

Blue Jones X f!Reader

(Reader's skin tone is not represented in the images in the moodboard. Reader is not race coded.)

Hello all!

I'm so excited to announce my upcoming chaptered series. This is another series that will be beta-read by my dear @welcometostayingawake.

The release date of 04/08/2023 is a goal, if the release date needs to be pushed out I will notify everyone.

Summary and tags below the cut:

Summary:

This isn't the first nightmare you've had, of course not, but it's the most vivid, and the most terrifying. You're awake, lying on a wrought iron bed staring up at a dark and dingy ceiling. The humming of a fluorescent light is buzzing overhead. You're terrified, and unsure of where you are. When you sit up, and take note of your surroundings, you feel a sense of dread, pain, and suffering.

The door won't budge, no matter how hard you tug on it. There's nothing you can do to get out. Then he shows up, bringing with him a sense of relief, comfort, and calm. You know that he can wake you up, that he can rid you of your nightmares. All it takes is one little blue pill, and you're in paradise.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, Blue Jones should be a warning in itself, mentions of rape, non-con elements, non-con, extremely dubious consent, medical fantasy, drug use in a medical setting, coercion, power imbalance, drugged sex, medical inaccuracies (did my best though), mental illness, romance (if you squint), sex, rough sex, p in v creampie, oral sex, semi-public sex, fingering, mentions of self harm, copious amounts of sex, Blue does and says gross things, possessive Blue, manipulation, physical abuse, takes place in 1950s/1960s DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

I'm sure there are some tags I'm missing, please just read at own risk! You know what you are emotionally and mentally capable of reading and if it makes you uncomfortable please do not read. There are other fics. This fic is going to be pretty messed up, and I'm not holding back so reader beware. This is the only time I'm going to say it.

TAGLIST (please let me know if you would like to be added or removed): @y0urvalent1ne, @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction, @my-secret-shame, @ninebluehearts, @steven-grants-world, @gay4magneto, @midgardian-witch, @loki-hargreeves, @kittyofalltrades, @welcometostayingawake, @360iris, @thatmomwitchfriend, @abbessolute, @campingwiththecharmings, @romanarose, @grumpyahjumma, @moonknightly, @pimosworld, @purplefancybitch, @in-between-the-cafes, @saraicus, @blue-jones-simp, @caloetta, @flordelalunas, @hausofwhores, @the-queen-of-fools, @lunar-ghoulie, @justmaragudytha

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boredzillenial · 1 year ago

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Double-Edged Desire

Blue’s noticed how good you’ve been and wants to reward you.

Themes: DEAD DOVE - DNE, Blue is his own warning, dub-con (power imbalance), f!reader, fingering, oral, biting, threat

Wordcount: 1.3k

The Lennox House is too loud, too dingy, and above all is the constant stench of fear. You can’t tell whether it’s mostly you or the other girls but fear permeates the very walls. You do your best to get the stench off your skin the first couple days of your stay. Showers were short and often cold, but the frigid water helped to keep you grounded. You could feel eyes on you but could never pinpoint where.

After your first week is when you noticed him, Blue. He was breaking up a fight between a couple of the more rowdy girls. The way he commanded the room, grabbed them by their collars and pulled them apart as if it took nothing. You knew you shouldn’t have watched so long, but you couldn’t stop. Not even when his gaze met yours and he gave you a cocky grin.

His dark gaze lingers on your skin like a heavy blanket as you adjusted to life here. In the days after your first caught glance you tried to move so someone, something could be between his gaze and you. You were already overstimulated from the moment you arrived and now? You’ve got his undivided attention…

Today it’s too much. You pad softly to your room, enjoying the quietness as you lay down and settle the covers over your head. Here in your own little world with the distant sounds muffled by the blankets you can almost picture yourself elsewhere, until a gentle voice and the click of your door’s lock interrupts the stillness.

“Hello, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure.” Blue’s tone sent a shiver up your spine. “Can you come out?” His voice is so near you jolt upright, covers still up to your neck. “Attagirl that’s better.”

There’s that scent again and this time it’s definitely coming from you. “I read over your file, such a shame.” He tuts as he slowly pulls the blanket from your grip. “But I think I already like you. You’ve stayed out of trouble, you do as your told…” his smile is reassuring, but his eyes? Their intensity tells you all you need to know.

“I’m trying to be good, please I don’t want any trouble.” you’re soft plea is met with widening grin.

“Oh no no no, there’s no trouble. I’m here to reward you.” You shrink back against the wall to no avail as he leans forward. “I just need you to lie back sweet thing.” The juxtaposition of his cooing words and rough tug at your pants sends your mind spinning. Shame bubbles up at your exposed lower half. Your feeble attempt to close your legs is met with strong hands on your thighs.

“What are you-“ his finger on your lips cuts your protest short.

“None of that, open.” His voice is still low but there’s an edge of warning. You obey, opening your mouth ever so slightly. His breath catches as his finger slips past your parted lips and across your tongue. “Oh good girl, such a good girl.” He coos, “suck on it.”

The groan you pull from his throat as you suck shoots straight to your core, “Oh just like that.” He dips his head down, pressing his lips against your mound as you continue. “Fuck - what a sweet little cunt.”

The first swipe of his tongue up your slit sends you bucking forward. “Shh.” He hisses as he slips another finger past your lips.

Heat rises in your body as you obey, sucking down both his fingers in a steady pace. His other hand wraps around your leg to keep you open, at the mercy of his mouth. Fingers dig into your thigh and his face flushes as he works. His dark gaze flickers up to you, something in your expression makes him smile against your core.

He squints for a moment and focuses on your face as his tongue adjusts. Flat and firm against your clit earns him a soft groan, flicking the tip of his tongue against it elicits a sharp inhale.

He hums as he furrows his brow in thought, then you felt him chuckle. Something dark and low then, he gently sucks on your bundle of nerves sending you quivering. “There it is.” He growls, pulling his fingers from your mouth to get a hold on your other leg.

He adjusts to lock your legs open with his grip, looks up to you with a wink and sucks again.

“P-please!” You gasp, grabbing at the sheets beside you. You weren’t even quite sure what you were begging for at this point. For him to stop? For him to not stop? You bit your lip to try and muffle the noises that’re trying to escape your throat.

“Shhh it’s okay,” he coos, coming up to press his forehead against yours. “Just enjoy it.” He whispers against your lips before pressing a soft kiss against them. It was so gentle, so sweet that you start to melt into it.

He pulls away, shimmying back down to your exposed core. He looks up to you through thick lashes as he sinks a finger into your soaking heat. You suck in a breath, gripping the sheets till your knuckles turn white. “One more,” he encourages as another finger sinks deep into you. You arch against the sensation, breath coming unevenly. “So good, so fucking tight.” He purrs as his kisses your sensitive bud.

Blue began pumping his fingers slow and steady, curving them every time they sink deep. You felt your channel tighten and the swelling of pleasure low in your belly. “B-Blue I,” you voice rang out between ragged breathes. “Blue ple-AAHH!” He cut your sentence short by once again sucking on your oversensitive clit.

Your hand flew up to clamp over your mouth, to stop the startling noises that jumped out of you. This lasted only a moment when Blue turned and bit hard into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. You gasp and twist but his arms keep you firmly in place.

“Don’t you dare cover your mouth, do you hear me?” He growled.

You nod, tears welling up as you plead “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Blue I didn’t mean to -“ he kisses and licks softly where he bit.

“It’s alright, don’t let it happen again. I want to hear every sound. Every groan and scream from that perfect mouth.” He stopped, pinning you with his gaze. “And if you do it again I’ll fuck your throat raw.” He punctuated his threat with a kiss on your swollen clit.

“O-okay.” You sniffle, wiping tears from your eyes. He held your gaze for a beat longer before returning to what felt like him sucking the soul from your body. Every nerve feels alight as his fingers work and curve, his lips locked over your overworked nub. Your noises ringing out in your room till you were sure the whole of the Lennox House knew Blue has claimed you.

Sweat beads across your forehead and your breathing comes in pants as you reach your peak. With a choked cry your legs lock and squeeze around Blue’s head. He continues till you felt as if you were about to squeeze his head clean off his body. “Shhh shhh,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers free from your fluttering core and sucking them clean. “Relax, just breath. You did so well.” He smiles.

His praise feels, unnerving to say the least as you come down from your high. You wince at the pulsing in your thigh and look down to see the angry red circle Blue left with his teeth. He tuts as he runs a thumb over the mark, causing you to flinch again. His eyes meet yours “This’ll be a good reminder, for you to keep listening.” He presses his thumb into the tender spot.

“Okay!” You yelp, “Okay I’m sorry, I’ll keep being good.”

He smirks, moving the thumb that’s pressing into your thigh to press against your clit. “Yes, you will…”

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Blue Jones Masterlist

Taglist: @melodygatesauthor @ominoose @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @romana-after-dark @lunar-ghoulie

#blue jones #suckerpunch #blue jones x f!reader #blue jones x you #blue jones x reader #blue jones fanfiction #blue sucker punch #blue x reader #blue jones smut

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st4rymoon · 11 months ago

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𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

.ᐟ 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘺 .ᐟ 𝘋𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 .ᐟ 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘢 .ᐟ 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 .ᐟ 𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘖' 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘢 .ᐟ 𝘗𝘰𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 .ᐟ 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 .ᐟ

𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙮

𝘿𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙤 𝘼𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨

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𝙋𝙤𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣

𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙊' 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙖

#oscar issac characters #oscar isaac characters #jonathan levy smut #dune duke leto #duke leto smut #santiago garcia smut #blue jones smut #moonknight smut #miguel o’hara smut #poe dameron smut

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pimosworld · 2 years ago

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So Blue

Club Blue Jones x f!Reader Jake Lockley x f!Reader

This is a fic based on this post by @thedarkcoven and @melodygatesauthor

Summary- Jake comes to his cousin Blue’s aide in a time of need but finds something he needs much more.

CW-NSFW,18+ MDNI,Explicit, dub con,non con, Blue owns a Brothel and reader is a sex worker. Degrading comments,possessive Blue,possessive Jake, hints of yandere Jake, cursing, kissing, angst, innocence kink,fingering,oral sex female receiving, unprotected piv,anal,anal cream pie,dacryphilia,cum eating, orgasm denial,kidnapping.A hint of Steven and Marc if you squint.

WC-3k

A/N-Please do not read if this is not for you, this is a safe space to explore things outside of the normal world. If I forgot any tag warnings feel free to comment.

Not beta read

Your hands are shaking as you make your way down the hall to Blue’s office. You were only called into the office for two reasons, when Blue was feeling possessive and needed to let off some steam. He would bend you over his desk for what felt like hours, ramming his thick cock into you. Your screams of pleasure would echo down the hall for all his men to hear.

The other reason which usually resulted in the same outcome was that you’re in trouble. Each time brought a flutter of nerves and excitement, your brain can’t decide how to feel about Blue. He was so wrong and fucked up in so many ways, yet he could be so sweet when he wanted to. Keeping you right where he wanted, in limbo with your own body.

You stand in front of the door taking slow deep breaths as you smooth your hands down your barely there skirt and adjust your tie front crop top. Blue made you wear these clothes if you could call them that. You slowly open the door and you’re hit with a strong musky scent, like Blue’s but there’s something different there. You see the back of a man’s head seated in front of Blue’s desk, your heart slams in your chest at the thought of interrupting a meeting.

So stupid you should have knocked

You’re turning on your heel faster than you can register.

“Where are you going sweetheart.” His voice stops you in your tracks and you turn to see Blue uncharacteristically smiling at you. He motions come here with his fingers and you’re at his side in an instant. He places a firm hand on the small of your back as he faces you towards the man in the chair. Your breath catches in your throat as you're met with venomous eyes and a grim expression. He’s staring at you but he’s looking at your eyes, something most men don’t do.

You can smell it now the difference it’s fresh leather, his jacket and gloves in pristine condition. He definitely cares about his appearance, it seems just as much as Blue. Something about him was so familiar and you don’t even notice how long you’ve been staring at each other until a tight squeeze on your hip brings you back.

“This is my cousin Jake, he’s gonna be here for a few days to keep an eye on some things for me.”

“Jake, this is my number one girl.” He smacks your ass eliciting a yelp from you and you can’t look at the man in front of you. Your face grows hot at the display he’s showing in front of this man who certainly peaked your curiosity.

“What’s your na-.”

“Don’t worry about what her name is.” Blue bites out. Jake shoots him a look of warning and Blue holds his hands up in mock surrender.

He’s not in control

“Listen, her name is not important. If you need anything from her you ask me. Jake nods at him in understanding.

“Go get ready,you’ve got a busy night and I don’t want you keeping anyone waiting.” He slaps your ass again and you stifle a groan not wanting to deal with the aftermath of him hearing you.

“Yes sir.” Is all you manage as you round the desk.

“Adiós Princesa.” He’s gonna be trouble.

****

“I need you to keep an eye on some high profile clients.” Blue lights his cigar and settles further into his chair.

“You’ve got muscle all over this place, what do you need me for?” Jake knows he’s not here by accident.

“They don’t have an eye like you…I think there’s some business going on under the table and I don’t want it going on in my club.”

“Fair enough, I can only stay a few days.” Jake pulls his hat down nervously.

“A few days is all I need and you’ll be paid before you leave.”

Jake stands to leave but hesitates just before the door.

“How much for your number one girl?”

Blue clenches his fist, digging his fingernails into his palm. He takes a steady calming breath and rolls his tense shoulders back. Jake was doing him a favor, but the thought of him having you still made him jealous.

“I’m not paying you enough for her.” He smirks to himself waiting for Jake's response.

Jake is seeing red-does he know who I am? He knows he would never do anything to his cousin but it was hard keeping his cool when he always had such a smart mouth.

“I have my own money hermaño.”

Jake's insistence was pissing him off but he needed his help.

“You can have her tomorrow night, she’s busy tonight.”

“For how lo-.”

“I’ll decide how long.” He says through gritted teeth.

Jake exits the office with a noxious grin. I think I’ll decide.

****

Blue told you to be ready for Jake. He was colder than normal and didn’t give you many details. You weren’t new to this but something about Jake made you nervous.

You knock lightly on his door and he immediately opens as if he was waiting on the other side. He beckons you in and turns you to face him.Your eyes trail down his bare chest and notice the bulge in his black boxers. He looks at you hungrily as he pulls the tie on your black silk robe letting it fall to the floor. You’re wearing matching blue lace lingerie underneath.

“I see you followed my instructions.” He grazes his thumb over your nipple sending a shiver down your spine. He leans in to kiss you but you pull away. You see that look in his eyes again and you’re trembling but they immediately soften into something sad.

“He doesn’t kiss you?”

“No sir.” He places a hand behind your neck pulling you into a bruising kiss, your lips melt into his as he moans into your mouth. He’s pushing you onto the bed without breaking the kiss as your tongues dance with one another. You feel like you’re floating from this intimacy. You feel the guilt creep up on someone other than Blue making you feel like this but you push it down not wanting to ruin this moment.

“I’m gonna make you feel good Princesa.” He’s breathless as he trails kisses along your jaw and down your body, he gently lifts your hips to slide your panties down and groans at the sight of your dripping folds. He licks a stripe through your entrance and circles your clit with his tongue. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as you grip the sheets beneath you.

“He doesn’t take his time with you, does he?” He doesn’t give you time to answer as he inserts a finger into your slick cunt drawing quick circles around your clit with his thumb.

You slam your hand over your mouth to muffle the cries of pleasure. He quickly grabs your wrist with his other hand.

“I want to hear you, I want him to hear you.” Fuck

He inserts another finger and fucks you at a fast pace, you don’t know how you’ll survive if his fingers stretch you like this. His tongue is on your sensitive nub and your breath hitches as he closes his lips down on your clit. He grinds his hips into the mattress for some friction where he desperately needs it.

“Oh..fuck…sir right there.” He chuckles lowly into your pussy and the vibrations could send you over the edge.

“You can call me Jake.” He curls his fingers and presses down on your bundle of nerves. Your release slams through you leaving you sobbing his name as your whole body shakes. He’s kissing your thighs as you come back down and looking at you like you hold all the answers.

“Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”

Your body moves faster than your brain wanted you to but you’re putty in his hands now. You can hear him shuffle behind you as he discards his boxers somewhere. You’re trying to calm your ragged breathing but his hot tongue devours your slick folds and circles your rim. His hands grip your waist before you collapse into the headboard.

He grips the base of his cock slowly dragging it through your slit, you can feel his tip breach your entrance and you keen at the stretch. He’s rocking his hips back and forth and his thick cock can barely fit.Your pussy clenches down on him and he bites down on his bottom lip practically drawing blood.

“I need you to relax…just let me in and it will feel so much better.” He reaches around and his fingertips circle your swollen clit. He can feel you relax around him as he works your hips onto his length. He’s in awe watching your slick coat the base of his cock as he stretches your pussy to the brim.

“Tell me who's making you feel this good.” He’s panting behind you as he picks up his pace.

“You Jake…fuck it feels so good.” All you can hear are the sounds of his hips meeting yours, the squelch of your cunt as his balls slap your clit over and over.

“Can I put it anywhere?” He runs his thumb along your lesser used hole and all you can manage is a breathy yes. He pulls out of your entrance and spreads your ass wide with his calloused hands.

You feel a glob of spit on your rim causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He prods just the tip and you already feel so full, he churns his hips slowly and your body feels on fire. The sensation has never felt so good, no one has ever taken their time.

You can tell he’s coming apart as his groans grow deeper and his thrusts become erratic. The pain gives way to pleasure as he snaps his hips into yours, he’s filling you with each roll of his hips and you can’t hear your thoughts over the screams of his name.

“Who do you belong to?” He’s grunting behind you as he slams you down on his cock.

“You..I’m.yours.Jake.” Each word punctuated on a thrust. A wrecked sound tears out of his chest from deep within as his release slams through him. His hips slow as he empties himself inside you. He trails light kisses down your sweaty spine and pulls out of you with a hiss.

You collapse onto the bed and he pulls your back flush with his chest. You can hear him drifting off to sleep as he mutters under his breath.

“Not letting you go, never letting you go.”

****

You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep when you hear a rap on the door. You turn to see Jake fast asleep, you raise his arm from your waist and slink out of bed to not disturb him.

As you place your robe back on you hear another frantic knock on the door. You hurry over to open it, not wasting time to find your panties.

“Times up sweetheart.” Blue’s eyes are bloodshot, his liner is smeared down his face and the anger in his expression isn’t one you’ve seen before. He grabs your arm and yanks you out of the room slamming the door behind you. His grip on you doesn’t loosen as he stalks down the hallway. You can hardly keep up with him as you trip over your feet.

“He fuck you so stupid you can’t even walk.” He doesn’t bother to pick you up, practically dragging you down the hall to his office. You can feel the tears prickling behind your eyes. His office door is a welcome sight for your poor knees.

“Get up.” His pupils are blown wide as you stand on shaky legs to enter his office. He’s pacing back and forth, Blue’s never been like this. He wouldn’t kill you, would he? He asked you to go to Jake's room. He finally stops pacing and sits in his chair. You can only stare at the floor afraid to meet his gaze as you fidget with the hem of your robe.

“Come have a seat.” His voice has softened a little and you feel a brief moment of relief. You move towards the chair but hear the faint sound of his belt buckle, as you look up and meet his eyes you can see the resemblance- the venomous eyes.

“You know where I want you to sit.” You can feel the arousal between your legs mixed with the dried cum. His cock is red and angry leaking precum down his length. You move to stand in front of him facing away as he smooths his hands up and down your thighs. He smacks your thigh and you hover your entrance over his lap.

“Sit.” You cry out at the stretch as he pulls you flush against his hips giving you no time to adjust.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” How do you answer this?

“No.” He slaps your pussy hard and you bite down on your tongue.

“Yes.” He growls in your ear and you can feel his cock pulse inside your walls.

“If you want to keep lying to me that’s fine, you’ll just have to make it up to me later.” He circles your clit with his fingertips and you clench around him.

“Who do you belong to?” You're weightless as he bounces you on his cock punching something deep inside you.

“You Blue…I belong to you.” He grips your hair pulling you back against his chest as he thrusts his hips up.

“Oh…tsk tsk I thought you were Jakes?” Was he listening?

“I’m so sorry Blue, I’m yours I’m all yours I swear.” You’re sobbing now as he picks up his pace, never releasing the grip on your hair. Your orgasm is approaching and you shouldn’t have this reaction to him but your body craves it. He’s the rehab and the drug all at once.

You’re thrust forward onto the desk and your grasping at anything for purchase as he fucks you at a relentless pace.

“Oh my god…Blue please.” Your cunt swallows him with each thrust. He pulls out of you suddenly, coming with a choked sound as he pumps his cock with his fist. You can feel the hot ropes of cum on your back staining the black satin robe. You can hear his wrecked groans as he milks the last of himself into his hand. He leans forward onto your back holding his hand in front of your face.

“Clean it.” You lick the salty remnants of his spend from his hand, moaning and savoring the taste the way he likes. As he slumps back into his chair you feel your pussy ache at the lack of release.

“You can go sweetheart.” The whine that escapes you is not lost on him.

“Maybe when you remember who you belong to you can come.” His menacing laugh echoes in your thoughts for the rest of the night.

****

“Those clients you wanted me to watch, we're trying to poach some of your girls. I took care of them so you shouldn’t have any more problems.”

Blue doesn’t really care what taking care of them means as long as the problem is resolved.

“Good, feel free to stay one more night. I’ll send some girls to your room.”

“Thanks hermaño, I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow. Ugh no need to send any girls, I need my rest for the drive.” Jake stands to exit Blue’s office but hesitates once again at the door.

“How much for your girl?” Blue groans white knuckling his chair -not this again.

“It’ll be double for tonight, same rules as last time.” He relents not wanting to cause a rift and is grateful for Jake's help.

“I mean how much to keep her…I want her.”

If Blue could spit fire he would. Who does he think he is? He would have anyone else killed for less than what Jakes got away with and now this?

Jake turns to face Blue and he’s seething, a long silence passes between the two men as he awaits his response.

“I wouldn’t let you have her for all the money in the world...She’s mine” His voice is dark and barely above a whisper. His eyes narrow slits and he looks like a snake ready to strike.

Jake walks towards his desk and Blue stands,both men on either side. He’s a wolf in the lion's den but he won’t back down. He leans forward placing his hands on the desk.

“People don’t say no to me Blue.” He laughs, the bastard laughs and for the first time Jake thinks he might be in trouble. Blue leans forward just inches away from Jake's face.

“There’s a first time for everything…Goodnight Jake.” He doesn’t falter, their faces still inches apart and then his face splits into a sickly sweet grin sending a chill down Blue’s spine.

“Goodnight.”

****

Your head is pounding in your skull and your body feels in motion. You can’t tell if it’s day or night but you know you’re not in your room. The smell of leather permeates your senses and it hurts to open your eyes. Your face is wet from laying in a puddle of your own drool.

You lift your weak body up and come to the realization that you're in a car. The windows are tinted black and you can hardly see outside-its a limousine. You wipe the drool from your mouth and try to remember the night. After Blue made you leave you cleaned yourself up and went to bed.

Is that really all you remember?

Tears begin to spill as panic sets in, the bile coming up in your throat at the thought of being in a stranger's car. You start to crawl towards the front and your body is so weak, you’ve never felt like this before as you try to focus on the soft carpet beneath your palms. You knock lightly on the partition and it slowly lowers.

“Good morning hermosa, how’d you sleep?” Your breath catches in your throat at the site of Jake. His hat pulled down above his furrowed brow.

“Please…take me back please. He’s going to be so mad.” You're crying and trying to catch your breath. All the while he’s laughing as his gloved hands tighten the grip on the steering wheel.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me now.You’re safe with us now.”He raises the partition muffling your screams as you bang on it incessantly. You feel the exhaustion creeping in from your panic and you know no matter the outcome you were not safe.

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lis-likes-fics · 1 year ago

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Would You Mind?

Pairings: Blue Jones x Reader Word Count: 7.5k words Kink: Begging Warnings: NSFW, dubcon elements, overstimulation, oral (m!receiving, brief f!receiving), face fucking, fingering, begging kink, praise kink, degradation kink, name calling, insinuated prostitution, dom/sub elements, dirty talk, spanking (briefly), very brief breeding kink (blink and you'll miss it), unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia... A/N: I've been trying to write a Blue fic for a while so this was fun. The song featured in this fic is Would You Mind by Janet Jackson. I hope you enjoy and thank you so much! Merry Christmas!

“Baby, would you mind touching me ever so slowly?”

Blue stares at the stage with a hard look etched into the features of his face. He flexes his hands at his sides, stuffing them in his pockets as he watches. The oiled up bodies of his girls twirl and grind against one another, a frivolous act put together by Madam Gorski, full of glitz and glam and leather and lace.

The fabric, the darkest blue and shiniest silver sticking to your body, is tight. Blue is sure it'll leave imprints in your skin, the lacey patterns of feathers and flowers in your stockings, the waistband of your tiny, tiny skirt, the lines of your tiny brassiere. You dance in too high heels like it's nothing, and he wants to take you in his hands and crush you with the weight of his desire for you.

“You're making me quiver and, baby, would you mind undressing me?”

You look right at him when you sing that, your melodies standing out against the harmonies of your backups currently surrounding you in their crouched levels. The feathers of your headdress fall over some of your face, huge and fluffy and adding to the seduction of your smooth, addictive voice. Your eyes flick away from him, as though you never even saw him.

His eyes never tear away from you. He's drunk on your song, as he always is when you open your pretty little mouth and become his own personal little songbird.

He watches intently as the girls pick you and hold you over their heads, turning you in a circle as though you were flying. They support you through your steady, hypnotic vocalizations, like you're sounding a mating call in an attempt to have every man in the theatre flock to you like vultures circling their prey.

They set you down as a few men enter the stage, some taking partners as a couple of them come to your sides. Their bodies flush against yours, standing firmly there as you lean against one and caress a hand down his chest, his hands coming to touch you as the other does the same.

Blue feels his heart battering against his ribs, the anger building inside of you at the way the men touched you. He watches your eyes flutter as your breath hitches and you continue to sing.

“I just wanna touch you, tease you, lick you, please you, love you, hold you, make love to you…”

Your hooded eyes meet him again, and he knows that you know what you're doing.

You sink to your knees, your back against one of the men as he watches you descend. You turn, placing your free hand on his thigh and making your way back up as you tuck your nose underneath his chin. His hand smooths along your side until he's dipping down to grab your thigh. He hosts you up and maneuvers you like you've practiced a million times before until you are hanging upside down, your legs on his shoulders and the back of your head resting against his lower stomach.

And you're so skilled, your voice is level and controlled as you continue.

“I just wanna kiss you, suck you, taste you, ride you feel you, make you cum too.”

The man's lips caress the inside of your leg carefully, the other man coming up too close so you're trapped between them. He dips down to hold you under your shoulders, slowly bringing you back up so you're balanced on the other man's shoulders with your crotch in his face as his strong arms hold you up.

Blue watches your fingers intertwine with his hair and clenches his jaw so tight, he feels like he may pop a vein. You move your hips in a rhythmic grind, though you never make contact with the man's face. It's all an act, Blue knows, but the thought of it alone makes his blood boil.

“Baby, would you mind kissing me all over my body?”

Blue is interrupted from his thoughts when someone's hand claps him on the back. He turns around, readjusting his posture.

“P, sweetheart, how've you been?” a man says jovially, a cigar between his thick fingers.

“Pleasant,” he corrects quickly. “I've been fine, Mr. Benny. How about yourself?” He fights the urge to clench his jaw. Benny comes at least once every week to get a look at the songbird. Every week he asks for a night with her, and every week he is denied. Blue really isn't in the mood to argue over the specifics of her ownership with this man, and he feels like heads might roll if he's forced to endure a moment of it tonight.

“Listen, I've been great,” he chuckles heartily. “I just came by to check up on you, see how you're doing.” He massages Blue's shoulder as he speaks, trying to coerce him as he does routinely. “See if your mind’s changed at all, because the price has.”

He sighs internally. “Has it now?”

“It has,” he hummed.

Blue’s irritation is getting the best of him. He's missing his favorite show.

“Look, Mr. Benny. If we could talk after this act, I would love i–”

“I'll give you 15 thousand for her.”

Blue almost chokes—and not just because you're on your knees again singing into one of your partners’ crotches about sucking and tasting him.

The price has tripled since last time. Fifteen thousand dollars, just for a night with you? You are certainly worth it, Blue would have to admit, but, Christ, was it a big jump.

“Fifteen thousand? One-five?” he clarifies, turning his body to face one of his clients.

“One-five. If that's still not enough, I'll give you 20. Call it a Christmas gift.” Blue nearly chokes again. “Just one night, Pleasant, that's all I'm asking.” Benny sighed, letting go of Blue in favor of snapping his fingers to get one of his bodyguards at his side with a suitcase. “I know she's exclusive to a very special client but you can't put her up on stage like that and expect the dogs to heel.”

God, the urge to say yes was stronger than anything he could ever imagine. Twenty thousand is a lot of fucking money. The things he could do with twenty thousand dollars…

His eyes looked back onstage, and your gazes met in the middle of you laying on the floor in between a man's legs, your back arched off the polished wood as your lips formed your wishes and desires for his body. At least, he assumes it's for his body. You belong to no one else.

Twenty thousand dollars was a lot of fucking money…

“Mr. Benny,” he begins, turning to face him again as he clasps his hands. Rubbing them together, he signals one of his own guards and smiles nicely. “It's a pleasure doing business with you. My friend here will help you work out the details of this negotiation.”

Benny smiles, a big smile that flashed one of his gold teeth. He claps Blue on the back, a hearty laugh coming out of him as he takes the briefcase in his hand. “Oh, Mr. P, I'm so glad you could come around!”

Blue smiles back and conceals his annoyance at the stupid nickname Benny had insisted on calling him, nodding at his guard and watching them both leave, a hand on Benny's wide back with the other braced over the gun hidden in the guard’s coat. Blue turns back to the stage, where both men are touching you too closely, knelt in front of you like your personal servants as you sigh and moan into the microphone. Your head is raised to the ceiling and you brace yourself on their shoulders as they touch you on either side of your body, closing you in and feeling you all over.

“Oh, yeah, baby, ooh. Just like that, ooh yeah.”

You belong to him.

You push open the door to one of the many bedrooms lining the Pleasure Hall, flicking on the light, which casts a golden glow over the room. Shutting the door behind you, you quickly shed the top layer of your performance clothes from your skin and fold them nicely on one of two chairs.

You’d worn a special pair of lingerie tonight. You’d just had them bought special with your allowance money from Blue, and you were more than excited to show him the spoils of his good nature toward you. Still waiting, you situate yourself in front of the golden pole on its little platform, leaning your back against it with your arms crossed over your head and your fingers gingerly stroking the metal rod.

As if on cue, the door opens to reveal your wonderful sponsor.

“There’s my favorite girl,” he smiles, closing the door behind him. “How are you, Birdy?”

You smile wide, shrugging a shoulder and keeping position. “I’m doing good. Enjoy the show?”

Blue wipes a hand down his face, remembering briefly the show you put on tonight and the offer that was presented to him for you, along with the hefty donation he suddenly received in support of Lennox by an…anonymous donor.

“Your show…was fantastic. So good, in fact,” he sits back in the other chair, crossing his legs as spreading his arms over the back, “I would like my private show.”

You smile, “Whenever you’re ready then, Mr. Blue.”

You and Blue had a routine.

Ever since you joined Lennox, Blue has taken a special interest in you. Every girl he owns has a special little talent he uses to seduce men out of their money to put in his pocket. When you came to him—or, rather, when you were given to him in the hopes of putting you to good use—he was quick to discover your gift of song. He’d put you on stage for the first time, and it was the biggest kick in his business he’d gotten in years.

But Blue is selfish, and he wants you all to himself.

So after your shows, you come here, in what has now become Blue’s reserved room, and perform it once more for him and only him. He loves to hear you sing to him, to seduce him with your smooth voice and then remind you who you belong to. It fills him with such light to know he has you in his pocket whenever he wants you.

The music begins to play through the room’s speaker, and your eyes close as you feel it, swaying gently as you sink into your routine.

“Baby, would you mind touching me ever so slowly?” you whisper, letting the music fill in the spots where your stage partners no longer existed.

Blue watches you, a primal look glittering in his eyes as he grip the arms of the chair so hard, he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d left imprints in the fabric.

“Cause I'm gonna bathe you, play with you, rub you, caress you.”

You come up to him, placing your hands on his thighs and leaning into his face, your lips inches from his. “I just wanna touch you, tease you, lick you, please you, love you, hold you, make love to you.” You sink to your knees in front of him, stroking your hands along his thighs and whispering dangerously close to the bulge in his pants as he watches you, enchanted by your voice. “And I'm gonna kiss you, suck you, taste you, ride you, feel you deep inside me, boo.”

“Oh, Birdy,” he rasps under his breath, his hands moving to cover yours as you stand once again, your ass in the air and your lips hovering over his own.

When you turn and make your way back to your pole, he has to catch his breath again as you sway your hips to the rhythm of the music.

The things you do to the pole could make him cry. He needs you so badly, he needs your little body to rub against his. You manage to hoist yourself up on the pole as you’d done with the boys on stage, supporting your weight upside down as your legs wrap around the top end of it. “Baby, would you mind tasting me? It's making me all juicy, feeling your lips on mine.”

Blue is so hard in his pants, he thinks he might burst just looking at you. You grind on the pole, and he knows he saw you make contact when your eyes flutter and your voice wavers just a bit, blending with the moaning lyrics of your song.

You keep teasing him, giving the pole everything he’s wanting from you, telling him everything you want to do to him but keeping your hands off of him all the while.

Blue raises his hand and curls his fingers to get you to step closer. And you do, making your way toward him too slowly to wrap your hands around his thighs once more. You lean forward and whisper in his ear, “I just wanna kiss you, suck you, taste you, ride you, feel you, make you cum too.”

A shudder runs down his spine as he pulls you back to look at you, a hand hooking around your inner thigh as your breath hitches a little. The music begins to go wherever it wants as you divulge into the ending, breathy moans and whispers and pleas for him to keep going when all he’s doing is putting his hand on your thigh and stroking it.

“Just like that, ooh yeah,” you breathe. “Shit, oh, oh, my, yes, oh, oh.”

Your face contorts with an imagined pleasure, your O-shaped lips and clenched shut eyes illustrating how you would look if he gave in to the song already. You’ll give him this—he lasted a lot longer than you thought he would.

The music finishes off, and you’re still unsatisfied. Blue’s face lingers away from yours, watching the pleasure in your face sink away as you look at him. His knuckle strokes your jaw, dipping behind your ear and easing down the side of your neck before hooking underneath the strap of your lacey bra.

“This is new,” he rasps.

You nod. “Mhm,” your voice is breathy. “Bought it just a couple days ago. Do you like it?”

He moves you to stand to your full height, towering over him in his seated position as he keeps his hands at your waist and turns you around to get the full view. It’s blue, all lace and no support, hiding nothing from him so he can see what you’re working with. The color is perfect with your skin, and the size is one too small so that it hugs tight to every inch it “covers”.

“I love it, babygirl,” he says, losing breath.

You preen under the brief praise, turning around again. “I’m glad.”

He pulls you close, digging his nose into your hip to smell you. His eyes close as he holds you still. “Mr. Benny came to visit you again.”

You frown. “I don’t like Mr. Benny. He’s pushy, and he smells like gas.”

“I know you don’t, baby bird,” he sighs, looking up at you again as you set your hands on his shoulders. “But I have a little gift for you.”

“What is it?” you ask, your eyes glittering at the prospect of a gift.

“Mr. Benny won’t be coming around anymore,” he smiles. “And he left us alone with a nice, big donation.”

You bite your lip, hiding your tiny grin. Good. You hate that scumbag. Whenever he managed to get close, he’d grab your arm or your thigh and touch you however he could. He was sticky and smelled like gasoline and was too warm.

“What’d you do to him?” you wonder briefly.

His thumbs rub circles into your sides. “Don’t you worry about that, little bird. He’s gone, I’m raising your allowance, and that’s all that matters.”

You smile wide. “Okay, Blue.”

“Now, what does my Birdy want tonight?” he asks.

You pretend to think, conjuring your song in your mind as you bent down to his lips. “I just wanna…touch you, and tease you, and lick you, and please you, and love you, and hold you, and make love to you.”

“Is that all?” he chuckles. “What else?”

“I wanna,” your voice is softer, breathier as you whisper in his ear and let your noses bump one another as you speak, “kiss you, and suck you, and taste you, and ride you, feel you…make you cum too.”

He shudders. “Yeah?” You nod, humming in his ear. He opens his fluttering eyes to look at you, his smile going sour as a new look takes his face. Primal and dangerous and the same look he gave you when you were on stage, rubbing your body against those boys while you looked directly into his eyes. “You’re gonna have to beg for that, baby bird.”

“Please?” you mutter. “Please, can I have it?”

He shakes his head, holding your elbows in his hands and caressing the length of your arms. “No… No, you can do better than that, can’t you? Beg me.”

You step closer between his legs. “Please, Blue, can I kiss you?”

He shakes his head. Letting go of you, he sighs. “You know, I don’t think you’re really wanting me, are you?”

You nearly whimper, sinking to your knees quickly as you kneel between his thighs, your hands on his knees as you set your cheek against the inside of his leg and look up at him.

“Please, Blue, please can you kiss me? I want you so bad, please.”

He considers for a moment, but he’s weak when you’re kneeling all pretty between his legs. He takes your chin in his hand and pulls you forward until his lips can crash against yours in a bruising kiss. You immediately sink into it, humming against his lips and becoming putty in his hands as you kiss him back.

Your hands find the buckle of his belt, and he stops you. “No, no, no. You gotta beg for that, too, baby. You gotta ask for the things you want. Isn’t that right?” he teases, though he’s completely serious as he stares you down.

“Please, Blue–”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he interrupts. “I let it slip the first time, but you’ve gotta do it properly.”

“Please, sir,” you correct immediately. “Please, can I suck your cock? Please?” You sound like you’ll cry. You’re probably aching with need right now, he can smell it off you…

“Well, how are you going to suck my cock if my cock is in my pants?” He casts you a dark grin, leaning back and shrugging his shoulders. “I think you skipped a few steps, Birdy.”

“Can I please take off your belt?” you ask, the frustration reaching your eyes.

He smiles slyly. “Yes, you may.”

You do, forcing open the buckle and ripping the belt from its loops to be rid of it. The heady scent of his cologne is sinking into your senses and driving you crazy. “Please, sir,” you whisper. “Please can I pull your cock out?”

“Go ahead, baby,” he relents, watching you with hooded eyes as your hand disappears into his underwear and comes back with his cock in your hand. He almost moans at the sight, his hard erection leaking precum already in the grasp of your little hand. Your thumb begins to stroke the length of him and his hips jerk slightly as he reprimands you.

“Have—fuck.” He takes a moment. “Have you asked for that yet?”

It takes everything in your power not to groan and roll your eyes at his insistence. “Sorry, sir,” you whisper. “Can I suck your cock now?”

“Please?” “Please?”

“Please who?”

“Please, sir.”

“Now put it all together.”

You’re going to lose it, and he can tell. He loves teasing you like this, he loves how impatient you get and how much more impatient he can make you still. The gentle squeeze of his cock drives him insane as he fights not to let it show.

“Please, sir, can I please suck your cock? I wanna make you cum so bad. I wanna be your good girl. Please?” you whimper. His head spins at your little rant, imagining every little detail your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

God, the things you do to this man.

“Well, since you want it so bad,” he sighs. “Go on, baby bird. Get what you want.”

You immediately begin stroking his cock, encouraging the precum pooling at his tip as you lean forward on your knees and take the head of his cock between your lips, swirling your tongue over the slit and licking up the pearly white drops gathered there. His muscles tense at the feeling of your warm mouth on him.

His hands grasp either side of your head, tangling in your hair as one adjusts itself around the back. You tease his tip, licking and suckling and driving him as insane as he’d driven you.

“Good girl,” he moans, relishing the dip of your head halfway down his length. You grip his thighs and stroke them slowly as you wrap your hands around his hips.

“Look up at me, baby, look,” he says, shifting his hand in your hair to lift your head. You stay where you are, turning your eyes up at him as you suckle around his tip. His breath shudders.

His cock slowly fills your mouth as you take him farther down, taking your time to ease him into your throat. Your nose brushes his pelvis, and he chokes when he looks down at you through lidded eyes.

Your eyes prick with tears, clouding your vision. When you go to hum around his girth, you gag a little. The constriction pulls a grunt from his throat, and he opens his eyes once again to look at you with a devious grin.

“Good girl,” he huffs again. He draws out the word just as he draws your head back a little to pull himself out of your throat. You whimper lightly, a high-pitched and breathy sound that makes him bite his lip.

His hand flattens on your head as he cards his fingers through your hair. When he grips it, pulling on the hair at the base of your skull, you feel like you'll go limp as your mouth falls open a little more.

You breathe a moan and flatten your tongue along the underside of him. Humming again, you wrap your lips around him and start to bob your head again. He guides you, tightening his grip in an attempt to get control of himself.

You listen to him, to his grunts, the way he moans like he's going to blow any second. One of your hands shifts from his thigh, cupping his heavy balls in your palm and sighing at the precum spilling over your tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Birdy,” he huffs, his hips jerking up into you as he teeters on the edge. Just as you feel him getting ready to unload, he pulls you away and leans his head back.

You sigh and catch your breath, your tongue hanging out from your mouth as the tears welling in your eyes spill down your cheeks. Your jaw aches as you move it around to massage.

Blue huffs as he looks at you and your tear-stained face. He smiles a little. “You look so pretty like that, baby bird.”

“Thank you, sir,” you smile slightly.

He lightly smacks your cheek, and you move to stand. You turn toward the bed, crawling on top of it to stand on your hands and knees, waiting for him.

Blue comes up behind you, his hand smacking your side again and pulling you back by your leg. You turn to look at him, but he just picks you up and puts you back on the floor. You look up at him, obediently awaiting his next move until he's shucking off the rest of his pants and underwear and moving to be rid of his shirt as well.

You watch him undo each button as he stares at you with his dark eyes, burning into you with a glaring dominance. “Get on your knees.”

You do, shifting your legs underneath you and rubbing your palms into your thighs. When he's naked, he steps forward.

“Beg me,” he says.

You tilt your head, looking up at him. “What do you want me to beg you for, sir?”

He shakes his head, “Just do it. I wanna hear you beg for me.”

He towers over you, looking down his nose at you as his hard cock stands stiff in your face. You bite your lip, “Please do what you want with me, sir. I want to feel you, wanna be yours.” His face doesn't shift, unconvinced. “Please, sir, please use me. Wanna be your good girl, please.”

It feels out of place, begging him for something without knowing what it is, but you obey. When he's standing over you like this, intimidating you with his height alone, you can do nothing but obey and hope he's kind enough to give you what you want.

He sighs, “Such a sweet girl.” He sets a hand on your cheek, the other moving to your neck as he takes another step closer. “Open your mouth.”

You do, and he lines his cock with your lips before slipping himself back into the warmth of them. His cock hits the back of your throat, and it makes you gag again when he does it again. His grip on the side of your neck tightens, and he's almost guiding you again as he slowly fucks into your mouth, his eyes focused on you and his lips parted at the sight of you so undone.

More tears begin their descent down your cheeks, your mascara running as it does. Your lipstick has begun to smudge, red lining the base of his cock and smearing over the corners of your lips.

He shudders. “The things this mouth can do is magical. It's fucking perfect, baby.”

After a rough thrust into your mouth, your hands find his hips as you pull him back a little. You gasp, catching your breath as a cough rattles your chest. He only gives you a moment to adjust before his cock is in your mouth again.

He listens to you, the sound of your hums in the back of your throat being interrupted by the tip of his cock rubbing against it. He curses under his breath, holding you by your head and keeping you still as he continues to rock his hips into your mouth.

It's when you can't breathe once more that you tap your hand against his side quickly, pushing him back when he doesn't listen. You gasp, coughing again and keeping your hand at his waist to keep him back. You wipe at your eyes to clear them, looking at him once you've calmed and watching him stare at you like a predator would a hunk of meat.

“Sorry, sir,” you mutter, stroking your hands on his thighs again to appease him. He just smiles, running a hand through your hair.

“That's okay, Birdy,” he says. “Get on the bed.”

You stand on trembling legs, crawling back onto the bed for the second time on your hands and knees. Once you're comfortable, you lean forward to press your face against the plush, red pillows on the bed.

He sighs appreciatively, fingering the waistband of your lingerie. He unhooks them from your stockings and pulls them down your thighs, revealing your sticky, wet pussy. With a hum, he rips them up to toss the fabric away. Your breath hitches.

Blue stares at your pussy, watches you clench around nothing, watching your arousal seep from your folds. He rubs his thumb through your slit, coating it in your slick as your hips jerk in response. He licks his thumb, closing his eyes and humming at the taste of you.

His hands grope your ass, smacking you a couple times. You feel the bed dip behind you, and moan when you feel his hot mouth against your cunt. His tongue flattens against your dripping folds, collecting your arousal on his tongue as he hums roughly against you. His tongue digs insistently between your folds, and you feel him suckle around your clit.

“Blue,” you sigh. “Oh, please don't stop.”

He grunts into you like a crazed beast, groping your flesh and eating you up. When he pulls away from you, you whimper and feel your body tensing uncomfortably.

He shoves two thick fingers inside of you, pressing them as far as they'll go and stroking them roughly. You bite your lip to stifle your moans, fisting the sheets as you struggle to keep still.

“Fuck, you're still so tight,” Blue sighs. “You'd think I'd break you in by now.”

You wiggle your hips slightly, not entirely of your own volition as the thought of his cock inside of you excites your rushing blood. “Please,” you begin again, almost sounding whiny with how needy you are.

“Please what?” he asks. “What do you want, huh? You want me to fuck this little hole, Birdy? Is that what you want?”

You nod quickly. “Yes, sir, please! Want you to fuck me so bad, Blue, please.”

His hands massage your hips, “You want me to use you?”

“Yes!”

“You want me to ruin you?”

“Yes, sir!”

Without warning, he shoves his cock inside of you, thrusting all the way in with one slap of his hips. You moan out, gripping the sheet tight as you feel the glorious stretch of his girth.

He bends down over you, hooking an arm around your neck and pulling you up to support yourself on your hands. He pushes his fingers past your parted lips, making you suck your arousal off his fingers as he pushes your tongue down to the bottom of your mouth.

“Fuck,” he huffs. “Love this tight little pussy.” He grips your waist, pulling out of you just to smack his hips into you once again. You let out a loud, breathy moan as he does. Feeding off your validation, his pace picks up as he begins thrusting into you at a punishing force.

You clench around him, your weak arms shaking as you try to keep yourself up. “Ah, please don't stop.” Your voice is teetering on the edge of a sob as he continues to fuck you like he's been starved of you for years. “Fuck, Blue, yes!”

“Yeah?” he grunts. “You like when I fuck you like this? Nice and rough?” His voice is low and gravely, depraved. “Does this little whore cunt like being fucked?”

You nod, letting your head fall forward. “Yes, sir!”

“I know it does.” A rough thrust comes with a low growl from him. “My cock hungry little slut needed this, didn't she?”

You nod again, clenching the sheets until your fingers start to tingle. The slap of skin on skin is loud and sharp, a rhythmic beat of slk! slk! slk! as you soak his cock in your arousal.

He pulls out of you suddenly. You whimper at the loss of his thick length, but you're interrupted when he shoves you onto your side. He lifts your leg, spreading you out as he sets it over his shoulder. His tip presses between your folds and he's thrusting again, bottoming out as the whole of him is sheathed in your warmth.

Your reaction is immediately, high-pitched moans worthy of a professional porn actress and clenching walls that squeeze his cock and make him twitch. “Fuck, look at you,” he huffs as he fucks into you. “Greedy little slut takin’ my cock. You my greedy whore? Hm?”

“Mhmm,” you moan, turning your head into the bed to stifle your moan.

“Nah-ah, talk to me, baby. Lemme hear it. You're my little fucktoy, aren't you?” He pulls your body closer to the edge of the bed, grunting.

“Yes, sir,” you huff. “‘M your little fucktoy. All yours!”

“Good girl,” he urges, shifting your legs again to close them to thrust into a tighter pussy. He curses again, you can feel each little movement of his cock inside of you and you whine as he thrusts into you, a steady in-and-out rhythm that drags along your walls and makes you light-headed.

“Fuck, sir, please. More, I need more,” you moan, giving him what he wants. His thrusts become rougher still, relishing in the delicious feeling of your pussy so tight around him. “Please can I come?” you cry. “Please, I needa cum, Blue. Please, please, please.”

He scoffs. “I don’t care, baby bird. Cum for me.”

Your finger finds your clit now that you have the permission to touch yourself in your hands. You rub tight, fast circles, ignoring the ache in your arm that quickly builds at the exertion. Your cunt tightens more and more around his pistoning cock as you get closer and closer to your own sweet release. The pleasure is so intoxicating, it melts your brain as you succumb to the pleasure.

He can feel you beginning to quiver, steeling his jaw as you do. “You gonna cum for me, Birdy?” he grunts. “I know you are. I’ve got you whining and moaning like a little bitch. Listen to yourself, so fucking pathetic.”

His words make you rub faster at your clit, building the pleasure as you balance on the edge, ready to jump off. “You wanna cum, baby? Do it. Do it for me. Cum for me, little bird.”

The coil in your belly snaps as you go flying off the edge, your release crashing down around you like a mighty wave. You cry out, moaning loudly, whining like a little bitch. “Ah—Blue! Fuck, yes, yes, yes! Fuck, I’m cumming.”

He fucks you through it, his pace quickening and his cock twitching as you clench around him, gripping like a vice. His breaths are growing louder, his control slipping piece by piece.

As you come down from your high, the sensitivity kicks in and the tingling of your release turns into a dull burn. Your clench for a different reason, reaching toward his abdomen to push him back, to no avail.

“Blue, sir,” you mumble, stuttering slightly. “Fuck, slow down.” He doesn’t listen. “Blue, please, slow down. I—Ah—I need a second.”

He keeps thrusting away inside of you, his hips not stopping for a moment as he continues to use your little hole like you’d begged him to moments before. “Blue–”

“Shh, just shut up,” he breathes, impatient. “Shut up and take it, little bird. I know you can do it. You were made for this, yeah?”

You try again. “Bl–”

He pulls out of you quickly, spreading your legs wide and turning you on your back just so he can shove his cock back into your sensitive cunt. When you whine, he slaps a hand over your mouth to silence you. His face, inches from yours, is marked with lust and impatience and something far more primal as he stares at you. “Shh,” he eases, his punishing pace immediately as he ruts into you, an unsentimental beast. “The only thing I wanna hear coming out of you are those little moans when I fuck you dumb, you understand me?”

You can’t answer, he’s got his hand clasped tight over your lips. His cock keeps pounding into you, his other hand gripping your thigh so tight, his dull nails dig into your flesh and leave little crescent marks. He’s usually not this insistent.

It takes a moment, but the sensitivity washes away into another wave of arousal as his hips keep slamming into you. You wade into the pleasure, letting it take you as you moan against his palm. He removes his hand, clasping it over your throat instead just to hold you as he thrusts. “Such a good girl, listening to me, moaning for more. You wanted it bad, didn’t you? That’s why you were on stage letting all those boys touch you like that, grinding on them like the little whore you are, huh?”

You nod, “Yes, sir.”

“You just wanted a nice fuck,” he scoffs. “You can come as much as you want, Birdy.” He punctuates his words with a finger to your clit, and your hips jerk at the feeling, not yet recovering from the sensitivity there. You try to wiggle your hips away, but he doesn’t let you as he starts with a cruel pace, playing with your clit like making you cum is a punishment.

Your moans are loud as he pleasures you, for better or worse. You clench his cock and moan his name and beg him for nothing in particular. “Blue, please. Fuck, please.”

He answers you by making his thrusts just a little harder, almost bruising with the way he slams his hips against yours. You’re light-headed as the pleasure rattles in your skull, in your bones. You feel tears pricking at your eyes as the pleasure builds, a blinding pleasure that warns another release. When you cum a second time, it’s with a whining sigh as the sensitivity carries on through his continued assault on your clit.

You’re out of breath, your voice barely above a whisper as you try to convince him. “Slow down. Ahh, fuck, Blue, please.” But he’s not convinced—or he doesn’t care. He keeps fucking you like he’ll never touch you again.

His thrusts start to become sloppy, and you know he’ll cum soon. The faster he does, the faster you get a moment to recover from your consecutive orgasms and let your body rest. You clench around him, grinding your hips to meet his thrusts as you coax him closer to his own release.

Blue’s cock twitches and he groans. Just as you’re expecting him to cum inside of you, he pulls out with a heavy sigh. He grips the base of his cock, staving off his release. He leans over you again and kisses you roughly, a hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you up enough to sit. You close your legs, but he forces them open once more as he continues to kiss you.

His hand massages the inside of your thigh, and when his hand finds your clit again, your legs jerk. He keeps them open. You gasp when his hand rubs at your clit, fast and rough and making your head spin with how wonderful and how aching it feels. Your hips jerk up to meet his hand, but you also try to move away from him as your still-fresh release hangs over your head.

With the way he touches you, you’ll come again in no time, regardless of how fast it was. “Blue, please, ‘s too much. I can’t.” He just shushes you, rubbing a little faster.

You cry out when he pulls another orgasm from you, a sharp, aching one that fills you with so much ecstasy for a few seconds and quickly falls back into a stinging pain. And just as you suspected, he doesn’t let up.

The tears fall down your cheeks, the pleasure and the pain mixing together too much for you to handle. He smiles at the sight of it, watching it roll down your face with a terrible grin. “So fucking beautiful when you cry for me.”

“Blue–”

“Shh…” His brutal pace on your clit continues on for as long as it needs to in order to bring another release from you. You cry when he does, a mix of a moan and a sob as your body trembles.

He finally steps away from you, giving you a moment to breathe as you lay slack on the bed with shuddering thighs. But he only gives you a moment.

Blue takes you in his arms and rolls you over onto your stomach. You gasp lightly, collecting your thoughts as he lifts your hips up to present you again. You whine insistently when he hooks his thumb inside of you, and you shudder when his cock follows.

“Ah, Blue!” His hands find your waist and use them to guide you on his cock, building his pace once again. You grip the bedsheets and mewl under him, your body arching into the bed when he pushes you down roughly.

He fucks you from behind hard and rough, punishing you for an unknown crime as your sensitive pussy flutters around him. It aches with a dull pain and with a mind-numbing pleasure. You’re conflicted by all the sensations, but the sense is slowly slipping away as he does what he said he was going to do: fuck you dumb.

You can’t think straight, not with the way his cock pistons inside of you. Your moans and sighs huff out of you as they wish, your pussy quivers with each rough thrust, your legs tremble as the slap of his hips make it harder to hold yourself up.

“You like this, baby? You’ve been fucking needing it.” A harsher thrust has you crying out. “Take my fucking cock like the fucking whore you are. Fuck, take it, Birdy. Just like that. Good girl. Good girl.”

The praise and the degradation mixes in your mind. You can do nothing but moan, doing as he says and taking what he gives you as you whine and moan. With the pleasure so hot in your body, the pain has numbed and left a tingly feeling that resides in your fingers, in your toes, in the tip of your tongue.

“Mmm, f-fuck, sir,” you mumble incoherently. “S’good. Feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like being fucked like this,” he says, grunting as he feels himself reaching his own limit.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, Blue.”

“You’re out of your little mind.” He punctuates his sentence with a harsh thrust. His hand snakes around your waist to play with your abused clit again. You mewl and wiggle your hips and do nothing more. He builds you up quickly, and you shudder as your release nears again. You don’t know how many times you’ve come.

“Fuck, Birdy, I’m gonna cum inside this perfect little pussy.” You moan at his words. “You want that? You want me to fuck my cum into your belly? Make you nice and round, perfect fucking belly for a baby.” His hips are getting sloppy, his measured thrusts not as rhythmic and his thrusts more shallow as he grinds inside you. A rough groan scratches his throat as he pushes in deeper and grips you harder. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby. Ah, fuck!”

He spills inside of you, hot and molten and filling you up to the brim as he shoves his cock as far as he’ll go. You shudder, a sobbing moan rising from your sore throat as you reach your own release, fluttering around him and encouraging him.

“Fucking take it,” he grunts, his voice low and gravely. “Take my—mmm—fucking cum like a—hah—a good girl.” Shallow, rough thrusts fuck his cum deep inside of you, and you whine at the sore pleasure it brings.

Blue’s breaths ease very slowly, the pleasure fading off until he can catch his breath and clear his mind. He stays sheathed inside of you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt for a little longer. He bends down, kissing the back of your neck and your cheek. He turns your head so he can reach your mouth, licking your bottom lip as he pulls you into a gentler kiss than the rough ones he’d given before.

When he pulls away, he takes your lip with him before releasing it with a dull slap back against your teeth. His hands push down on your back as he pulls out of you, sighing heavily. “Fuck,” he curses.

He lets you go, and you allow yourself to fall off the bed, your body heavy and limp. He stands, moving you over to lay on your back. He leans over your body, kissing your lips again and gently rubbing his knuckles along your cheek. You manage to look at him, offering what you can of a gentle smile as you try to stay awake, though the fatigue pulls at you.

He runs a hand along your face. “Would you mind singing for me again, little bird?”

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