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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months ago

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pop that cherry

a/n: woop woop! here's the little slutty story that you guys voted for when i asked what you wanted to see happen next in this au ৎ୭

summary: “hey, I get it,” he flashed you a comforting smile, “I’m a complete stranger. You just shook my hand two seconds ago and now we’re expected to bang in front of a bunch of other people you also don’t know,” his broad thumb swept over your knuckles, “you just have to decide if you wanna pack up your things, go home and chalk this up to just a fun experience, a lesson learned about what corners your sexuality and such does and does not stretch to,” he uttered with sincerity, “or you can come back inside and we can make some magic happen. It’s up to you.”

warnings: camgirl!reader x various, pornstar!ari levinson, roommate!bucky barnes, porn director!bruce banner, smut, porn au, college au, reader’s porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), filming pornography, reader's first time doing professional porn, kissing, masturbation, toys, oral, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, size kink (pornstar!ari is famous for his monster cock, you're welcome), belly bulge, manhandling, multiple orgasms, squirting, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, facial

word count: 3832

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Curled up and melted on your mattress, you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone. Your puffy pussy, hidden between your still trembling thighs, clenched in dull soreness from the fuck machine frozen by your feet and still glistening from the show you��d put on only moments earlier.

“Hey, pretty girl,” a familiar voice emanated from your doorway, “I didn’t know you were done streaming.”

Lazily blinking up at Bucky as he leaned against the frame, “yeah, just signed off a few minutes ago,” you exhaled, “did you just get home?” the question flowed from your lips and he swiftly nodded in confirmation, “how was class?”

“Oh my god, don’t get me started,” your roommate let out a groan and pushed himself off the wall, his stride swiftly carrying him the short distance to where you laid and plopped himself down beside you.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you felt him press a slow peck to your exposed shoulder.

“Do you need help lifting the toy back in the closet or–,” Bucky’s kind offer was then cut short by the shuttering gasp that suddenly crawled out of your lungs.

“Oh my god,” your eyes grew to the size of saucers as you stared down at the message you’d opened on your phone, “oh my god!”

“What? What is it?” he propped himself up on a forearm to peek over your shoulder.

“I–…” your eyes scanned the email wildly, “this can’t be real, right?” you cast a glance back at your friend.

“Let me have a look,” and you swiftly handed him your phone before hearing him skim through it, “dear miss Cherry Blossom, bla, bla, bla… we here at Smash Studios really love your vibe and were wondering if you would ever consider doing professional pornography, because if so, then we would love to work with you,” his blue eyes flickered a moment longer over the screen before they fluttered up to meet yours, “no, I think it’s legit.”

“Holy shit…” you breathed, an airy giggle then bubbled out of you as this was quite the news to take in, even when one wasn’t still hazy from haven fucked one silly in front of hundreds of people.

“You think you wanna do it?”

“Beautiful, gorgeous! And look right here, up there, yeah, that’s it…”

Sharp clicks shuttered the camera and shot throughout the massive house as a photographer snapped the last of the stills for the shoot. You were posed perched and kneeling on a bed with your right hand buried in the already tiny crop top, you’d brought as one of the outfit options, and held up high to reveal your tits.

The groan of floorboards creaking then found your ears and your gaze swiftly fluttered towards the door where the salt-and-pepper-haired man, who you’d come to learn was the head of the little porn studio, crossed over the threshold.

“How are we doing in here?” Bruce adjusted his glasses before stepping further into the room.

“I think we’re about done,” the photographer lowered the camera from his eye and cast a glance to his boss, “think we got the shot.”

“Great,” Bruce clapped his shoulder as the other man passed by and exited the room. As you tugged the short t-shirt back down into place, you met Bruce’s gaze before he asked you, “how are you doing? You ready?”

Though your mind was way too preoccupied to offer him an answer and instead blurted, “has he arrived?” as you scooted off the bed and felt the tiny shorts you wore ride up enough for your grasp to float down to adjust.

“Not yet, I’m sorry,” he tilted his head, “trust me when I say that he isn’t usually this late. He wouldn’t have the stellar reputation he does if he was. But we can still begin without him and just fix it in post if you’re–”

Someone then poked their head and announced, “hey Banner? He’s here. I just spotted his bike roll up the driveway.”

Feeling your heart thump in your chest, you heard Bruce clap his palms together, “great!” before you followed him out of the bedroom and through the pristine halls of the rented modern mansion.

Just before your bare feet began to conquer the long staircase, your absentminded grip tightened on the glass railing as you looked down at the open living room, clearly visible from the wide balcony, and spotted the figure that then sauntered in.

“So sorry I’m late, traffic was literal hell.”

Ari Levinson.

With sun-kissed brunette locks flowing from his head and a motorcycle helmet nuzzled under his burly arm, the infamous pornstar was not only blessed with a smile that could make anyone swoon, but also a dick so huge that any sane person would be downright terrified by the idea of having it split them apart.

Though that wasn’t what had stopped you in your tracks, what had made your palms embarrassingly clammy when he soon shook one of them once you’d somehow made your way down the stairs.

Why did your very first partner have to be someone you’d obsessively been getting off to for years?

You were barely listening to what the people around you were saying as you couldn’t rip yourself out of the trance you’d snapped into.

“I’m sorry, what?” you soon blinked, trying to avert your gaze.

“I asked if you were ready,” Bruce patiently repeated.

“…for?” you breathed, feeling as if you were inside of a giant ethereal cheese bell, making the entire world around you seem blurry.

“For the shoot,” Bruce’s words still flew straight over your head, “I said that I was thinking that I’d do the filming myself, if that could make you more comfortable since you’ve already met me. That way it’ll just be me, the two of you and then Sam in the corner doing audio.”

“O-okay…” you said quietly, feeling your cheeks heat up as Ari let his gaze linger over you, an observant brow soon twitching as he spoke up.

“Wait, actually,” he placed a palm on Bruce’s forearm, halting him as he reached for the bulky camera resting on the white couch, “do you mind if I grab a quick smoke break first?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, “let’s just all take five before we begin.”

It caught you completely off guard when the object of your distraction walked by you and paused to murmur in your ear, “come with me outside for a second, will you?”

Shadowing him all the way out of the tall glass door and onto the terrace, you watched him lean his frame against the fence and tilt his body for you to slot in beside him.

“I don’t actually smoke,” you uttered softly as you let your fingers ghost over the railing.

“Oh, neither do I–, or well, that’s not completely true, I do, just didn’t need one right now.”

“So then why did you ask for a smoke break?” you cocked a brow.

Blowing out a swift breath, Ari then twisted to face you more and gazed directly down at you.

“You mind if I hold your hand?” he held out his own palm.

“Oh, uhm,” your glance flickered down to his upturned hand before you carefully placed your own atop of it, “okay.”

His warm fingers swiftly engulfed your own as his stare stayed fast upon you.

“So, this is your first time, huh?”

“Oh, no, I'm not a virgin, I–”

“I meant porn, sweetheart,” he tilted his head to be more at your level.

“Right,” you averted your gaze as butterflies soared in your stomach, “yeah, I haven’t really done this before… I mean, I’ve some stuff, I’ve cammed for a pretty long time now and even recorded custom videos for some people, but no, I haven’t really taken this step before…”

You were staring down at his large hand engulfing yours as he then said, “you know, it’s okay if you don’t wanna go through with it. This field isn’t for everyone, in fact, only very few thrive in this environment, and if it’s not for you, then it’s okay.”

“Oh, no,” your eyes flickered up to find his as you urged, “I wanna do this, I really do. I’m sorry, I guess I just kinda got a bit more nervous than I expected.”

“Hey, I get it,” he flashed you a comforting smile, “I’m a complete stranger. You just shook my hand two seconds ago and now we’re expected to bang in front of a bunch of other people you also don’t know,” his broad thumb swept over your knuckles, “you just have to decide if you wanna pack up your things, go home and chalk this up to just a fun experience, a lesson learned about what corners your sexuality and such does and does not stretch to,” he uttered with sincerity, “or you can come back inside and we can make some magic happen. It’s up to you.”

“So, Cherry,” Bruce purred behind the camera as he knelt on the floor beside where you sat at the foot of the bed, “I can’t believe we finally convinced you to come have some fun with us. I gotta tell you, you are just a fucking dream come true…”

“Oh, thank you,” you smiled, kicking your feet slightly as they dangled over the edge.

“But you must get that all the time, I mean, look at you.”

“It has been known to happen on occasion,” you chuckled, thinking back to all of the lewd compliments the viewers of your streams generously tossed at you.

“So, a little birdy told me that this is your very first time fucking on camera. Is that true?”

“Yeah, it is,” you bit down on your bottom lip, “I’m so ready to pop that cherry.”

“Oh, you are, are you?” he smirked, panning the bulky camera over your frame as you tilted your head in a nod, “you’re just ready to show the whole world what a perfect slut you are?”

“Think it’s about time,” you giggled in response.

“Well, then why don’t you do something for me and stand up?” he shifted back a bit as you got up from the bed, “and now, I’ve already seen it, but can you please turn around and show everyone how fucking perfect your ass is?” a grin stayed fast on your face as you slowly spun around. Your butt was barely covered in the tiny shorts that clung around your hips, so when you twisted and let the camera catch that part of you, Bruce quietly groaned, “wow…” and he shifted his grip to let one of his hands float up towards you, “can I touch you?”

“Sure,” you arched your back a bit to make his palm’s journey that much shorter.

“Damn… this has got to be one of the greatest booties I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” he offered your softness a brief squeeze. His fingers first dented one cheek, then the next, before his grip caught your waistband and tugged your shorts up just a tad bit more, making the fabric momentarily rub against your covered pussy.

His flat palm then scooped around your hips and guided you back to face the camera.

“Do you wanna see my boobs?” you smiled as you blinked down at him with big doe eyes, your hands gently grazing over the hem of your crop top.

“Oh, yes, please,” he virtually begged as he let his warm palm stay glued to your waist.

Peeking down, you slowly lifted the shirt up and let your tits quite literally spill out as they jiggled slightly from the release of how fiercely you let the cotton graze over your skin.

“Jesus christ…” you heard him utter as your palms fluttered down to play with them, squeezing the soft peaks gently before Bruce’s fingers sneaked up to pinch one of your nipples.

Once you’d put on a show and pushed the tiny shorts down your legs, the crotch of which had been slightly soaked since you weren’t wearing any panties underneath, you rested back down on the bed and spread your legs wide for the camera, grinning as the older man asked you to play with yourself.

“Oh my god… I gotta tell you, I am so hard right now,” you watched how intently he stared at the small monitor, getting a closeup of how your fingers rubbed your little clit, “you have no idea how tough it is not to just fuck you right now, it’s crazy…”

“Oh yeah?” you giggled, the melody of your want echoing throughout the room at every teasing touch you offered yourself, “how bad do you wanna fuck me?”

“So fucking bad…” he uttered in a nearly hypnotise tone.

Continuing to circle your puffy pearl, your fingers briefly dipped down to tease your entrance, only shyly slipping inside before you swept back up.

“You know what?” Bruce said as he then began to twist a bit to get the open door to the room into frame, “I have a little surprise for you,” and perfectly on queue, Ari appeared at the threshold, burly chest on show with just a pair of jeans hanging low on his hips.

His stride was slow as he only stayed in the doorway a moment before sauntering over to where you sat, melted back and resting against the one forearm that propped you up.

“Hey,” he smiled and plucked up your face as soon as it was within reach.

“Hi,” you managed to utter just before he bent down and pressed his lips to yours in an unhurried and gentle kiss.

He kissed you as if he had all the time in the world, like some dude wasn’t pressing a bulky camera closer to the intimate act, but like he was the lead in a PG romcom.

When Ari withdrew, he let himself linger in your warmth, ever so slightly nuzzling his nose against your own as your fingers kept up the dizzying pattern you drew between your parted thighs. Tilting his head, his touch traced the length of your arm till his reach came down to aid your efforts, making you gasp from the way he caressed you.

“You,” he nudged his nose gently against your own, “look like you’re in need of some cock in that little mouth of yours.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, you said, “you read my mind,” before popping the button of his jeans and tugging the zipper down. Even though you’d seen his famed cock numerous times on screen before, it truly was something else to witness it in person. A breathy, “holy shit,” left your lips as you tried to wrap your fingers around his girth, though he only let out a soft laugh at the way your eyes grew wide.

Ceasing the caress he drew between your thighs, he instead grabbed the base of his heavy length with his fingers still glossy from your arousal. As you stuck out your flat tongue, he tapped the weight against you for a second before you tilted your chin and wrapped your lips around the bulbous head.

As you disappeared into the meditative motion of slobbering all over his cock, gradually taking more and more of his intimidating length, your frame twisted to lay on your side and face him more.

Blinking up into his hooded eyes as the corners of your lips burned from the severe stretch, you felt his hips begin to move, rolling to meet your every bob, till his fingers tangled in your hair and he got to take over completely, fucking your face till slobber dribbled down your chest and rained down on your crop top, still tugged up and framing your tits.

His free hand then snaked its way back down your body and cracked your legs open wide for the camera to see as he plugged your pussy up with two of his fingers, making you moan around his girth as the tip of him bruised your throat.

When he yanked your mouth off of his cock, he did so with a gravelly growl, like he could have lived in your silky warmth and it pained him to say goodbye so soon.

“Come here,” he grabbed you and flipped you around for your frame to face him as his feet stayed planted on the side of the bed. Kicking his jeans the rest of the way off, you panted up at him as you scooted even closer, nearly letting your butt hang off the mattress’ edge as you laid already crumbled and folded before him, utterly bewitched by the anticipation of what his legendary size must feel like stretching your poor pussy out.

Shimmery spiderwebs of your nectar clung to him as he then let you feel the weight of him tap against your puffy pearl, briefly skimming through your folds before he found your eyes and tipped down, nudging to catch your weeping entrance.

“Oh my g-god…” you gasped, all of the air escaping your body to accommodate as he slowly pressed just the tip inside. Your cunt clung around his dick as he gave you a second to catch your breath. Your pulse throbbed in your pussy as your silky walls moulded around him and your thighs gently trembled from the intensity of it all.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he gave you another inch, “you feel so good,” gently stuffing more of his length inside.

His grip dented your trembling thighs as he held you open for the camera to see how you struggled to take his cock. Even when the tip of him kissed your cervix and made you feel as if he was all the way up in your fucking throat, when you hazily gazed down to see where he split you apart, there was still a generous inch of him that your little pussy just couldn’t take.

As your eyes lingered a little longer, you too caught sight of how a dull bulge formed in the lower part of your belly, perfectly timed with each of his mind-numbing thrusts.

When you then tumbled over the edge, nearly blind from the overwhelming pleasure, your pussy couldn’t help but accidentally gush around Ari’s girth, simply because of how mind-boggling he felt.

“Oh, shit,” you panted. Still in your orgasmic daze, you swiftly cast a worried glance up at Bruce steady behind the camera, “I’m sorry,” you briefly broke the scene as Ari too paused his movements as you breathlessly spoke, “I really tried not to squirt, I know that wasn’t part of today’s plan, but–, fuck…” your eyes fluttered up to find Ari’s, “your dick’s just so goddamn big,” you hazily giggled.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Bruce’s voice washed over you as you watched a smile tug at Ari’s lips, “that was just an unplanned bonus.”

“Wait, so you’re not mad?” your neck twisted to cast a glance at the director.

“No,” he swiftly shook his head and flashed you a reassuring smile to calm the obvious anxiety that had bubbled up inside of you.

“Oh, good,” you let out a sigh, “sorry, I just got nervous for a second. Okay, alright, we can keep going.”

“You good?” Ari checked before he cracked out of his frozen form.

“Yep, yep, I’m okay, I’m wonderful,” you chuckled and let the last bit of nerves wash away.

“Alright,” he dipped down to press a soft kiss to your lips, before his hands guided your arms around his neck, slinking them around him.

His grasp then scooped down under you and he effortlessly plucked you up off the bed, a shy yelp bubbling up from your lungs as he picked your frame up to cradle you in his arms, his massive cock still lodged inside of you, though when he settled you in his strong hold, it felt as if he found a mystical way to slide even deeper.

Moans flowed from your lips and vibrated against his skin as your neck soon gave up and lent your cheek to smoosh against his fuzzy chest.

“There you go,” he stood up tall and bounced you in his arms like you were a toy, just a cocksleeve for him to get off with, “there you fucking go…”

As he picked up the pace and truly gave you a taste of how a real pornstar pounded a pussy for the camera, your eyes screwed shut tight and you felt yourself float away on a cloud, curled up in Ari’s burly arms and surrounded in a storm of your collective moans. The existence of the video camera even faded from your reality as you peeled your eyes open and peeked up at Ari from the pillow of his pec, knowing full well that he too could feel how you began to clench around his cock once more.

“You gonna cum again?” he repeatedly lifted you up and down on his fat girth, “you gonna be a good girl and cream all over my cock, huh?”

Blinking up at him, your brows crinkled in pleasure as you nodded, “uh-huh.”

“You think you can squirt again for me?” his grip dug into the plush of your ass hard enough for it to leave marks.

“I-I don’t know–”

“Oh, I think you can,” he switched up his pattern, slowing down slightly and dragging you all the way up till his cock nearly slipped out of you, only to sink you back down in such a rough, yet intensely slow manner, that it made your eyes roll in your skull, “just listen to that,” he smirked at the soft sloshing sound that sinfully echoed as his fat girth repeatedly slid against your g-spot, virtually bullying it till you surrendered, “it’s like she’s begging me to just spend the rest of the day making her gush over and over again until you fucking pass out…”

A shrill cry escaped your form as you let go once more, shaking in Ari’s grasp as Bruce knelt down to capture your sinful drizzle.

You nearly felt drunk, like you were hours into the best party of your life, when you eventually found yourself planted on the floor, quaking legs unsteady beneath you as you blinked up at Ari, looming above you and furiously fucking his fist.

“You want me to cum all over that pretty little face?” he grunted as you hazily stuck out your tongue.

“Yes,” the corners of your lips blissfully curled up into a grin, “please–”

Even though your bones had turned into jelly and your pussy clenched in soreness, the drawn-out moan that rumbled in Ari’s chest as hot ropes of his cum then shot out and painted your features sent tingles throughout your body and filled you with a desire to just wrestle him back down onto the mattress, hit rewind and do it all over again.

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navybrat817 · 6 months ago

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Lovelies, I'm exhausted and in a mood. Indulge with me, if you will.

Warnings: Steve Rogers, explicit sexual content, dry humping, grinding

banner by the talented @cafekitsune

We all know Steve Rogers can fuck for hours, right? Peak condition and all, but can we talk about the flip side and how sensitive he is some days? Just hard for absolutely no reason and he feels like he'll blow his load if you even look in his direction?

So, naturally, you decide to be a little bratty when you see him on the couch trying to hide the massive hard-on he’s sporting. And why wouldn't you play a little? The thought of the commanding, blonde, sculpted super soldier about to burst because of you is just too hot to ignore.

“Aww. Poor Steve. Hard in your pants just because I walked into the room,” you tease as you straddle him, the outline of his cock making you shiver. He's strong enough to push you away, but doesn't. So you take it as an invitation to shove your hips down in a slow, dirty grind. “Let me take care of that for you.”

He grunts, his pretty blue eyes fluttering as you roll your hips. You arch your back when he grips them hard enough that you can feel it in your bones. Other than that, he doesn't move. In fact, he hardly breathes. Because he doesn't want to lose it so quickly.

“Keep doing that and I'll come in my pants,” he grits.

And that makes you double your efforts.

You tug at his hair, biting at his soft lower lip. His eyes are hazy, his breathing heavy. “All the panties you've made me ruin. Only fair I return the favor just this once.” You smirk when his head falls back. “Can you smell how wet I am? Bet you wish you were fucking me. Too bad. You owe me an orgasm first.”

“Sweetheart.” He warns, his voice a bit hoarse, his cheeks flushed. He's beautiful. He’s yours.

“It's okay. You can come. I want you to. Make a mess for me.” Your lips move to his ear to breathe out, “Captain.”

Steve moans your name when you shove your hips down once more and he finally moves. His body shudders and you can't help but smile when you feel the wet patch through the fabric. You made Steve Rogers, Captain America, come in his pants. God, he even whimpers when he’s finally spent.

“Think you can get it up again, old man?” You tease.

Steve may spank you when he bends you over the arm of the couch and makes another mess.

This time inside you.

Nothing to see here, lovelies! Go about your business! ❤️

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writing-for-marvel · 1 month ago

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Bed Chem

Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your roommate Bucky walks in on your sexy Valentine’s Day plans with boyfriend Steve, and you ask him to join.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, MMF threesome, double vaginal penetration, thigh riding, oral (f & m receiving), ever so slight degradation, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, creampies, spanking, a little Steve x Bucky, just some porn for your Valentine’s Day reading pleasure

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: Who’s the cute guy(s) with the wide, blue eyes and the big bad mm? Happy Valentine’s Day ♥️ banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Your friend hit me up so we could connect, And what are the odds? You send me a text

It was a fortunate coincidence you met Steve Rogers when you did - he was picking up his best friend Bucky, your roommate, for a poker night when you answered the door in skimpy pj shorts and a singlet.

You remember the amorous twinkle in his bright blue eyes as he chatted you up, leaning against the doorframe so that his shirt rode up and you caught a glimpse of his happy trail and the defined oblique muscle which had you squeezing your thighs together.

It was not even 24 hours later, having practically begged Bucky for your number, you received a message asking you out.

That was more than a month ago, and is how you’ve now ended up here, sitting in Steve’s thick lap, his large hands splayed on your ass and his tongue down your throat on Valentine’s Day.

The pads of your fingers feel every toned muscle of his abdomen as your hands work to unbutton his shirt. His body is like that of a God carved from marble, powerful, strapping, and you can’t believe you get to fuck him.

“Be a good girl and get all wet and messy for me.” He orders in that raspy, hungry tone you’ve come to know well. Taking charge, Steve places you on his firm thigh, flexing the muscle beneath you. His hands rock your hips against him, prompting you to grind in fluid motions, your throbbing pussy finally feeling the friction she is desperately craving. “For all the filthy things I’m going to do to you, I need you dripping.”

The damp arousal soaking his pants is evidence you’re already drenched, but you’re resolute in making a mess for him, just like he asks. Whimpers cascade from your lips as you continue to grind against him, following his commands, his growling voice deep in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Steve practically rips your top and bra off your body, lips latching to your nipple, tongue performing sorcery that makes you see a galaxy of stars behind your eyes.

You’re too caught up in each other, in how Steve’s thick thigh feels against your core, to notice a key turn in the lock, the front door swinging open and Bucky gaping at the front row seat he’s been given to your exhibition on the couch.

By the time you notice Bucky, his erect cock is painfully obvious as an outline in his sweatpants. You shoot him a smile, all the while still rocking your hips, and your best come hither smoulder you can muster with Steve’s mouth sucking on your breast.

“Don’t be shy, Buck. Come closer, get a good look.” A teasing smirk curves on Steve’s lips, only briefly taking his eyes off you above him to invite his best friend over to the pornographic scene taking place on his couch.

You’ve never seen typically forwardly flirty Bucky Barnes look as bashful as he does right now, a flush creeping up the tops of his cheeks, and his bright blue eyes are locked in on your oscillating hips rocking against Steve’s thigh as if he’s seeing a woman naked for the first time.

“C’mon pretty girl, show Bucky how beautiful you look when you cum.”

Steve’s chest reverberates against yours as he speaks in a deep, low voice. That combined with Bucky’s lust blown pupils urge you on, hips taking on a life of their own, angling your pelvis so you’re flawlessly stimulated, now wanting to appease not only your angelic boyfriend but the other pair of astonishingly blue eyes now trained on you.

All it takes is Steve’s supple lips to start sucking on your collarbone, his hands securely squeezing your hips and a small whimper from Bucky as he steps closer, for euphoria to crash over you like a waterfall, drowning you in a suffocating, all consuming, leg shaking, back arching orgasm.

Maybe it's all in my head, But I bеt we’d have really good bеd chem

“You liked that didn’t you, you little slut? Making Bucky watch?” You hum in agreement, your head still hazy from your orgasm, high on the feeling of bliss flowing through your veins.

Bucky adjusts himself and the thought of including him in your Valentine’s night plans makes you salivate. Being in the middle of both of these tantalising men, their muscular, sweaty bodies taking all the pleasure that your body is capable of for themselves, is a dream come true.

“You wanna taste how sweet my girl’s pussy is?” You watch on as Bucky practically jumps on the couch, eagerness etched into the smile growing on his gorgeous face.

You may have had just a teensy crush on Bucky when you first moved in, there’s no denying he has a certain boyish charm and a face card that makes ladies young and old swoon at first sight - a face you’d fantasised about sitting on more than a couple times.

“That’s it, no need to hover, all the way down.” Bucky’s rough hands pull your hips down so you are fully seated on his face, the tip of his tongue circling your already dripping entrance a couple times forcing a groan from the back of your throat.

“Open your mouth for me.” Steve requests, the pad of his thumb traces your bottom lip, and your jaw slackens for him. “Swallow me whole, pretty girl.”

You gag as your boyfriend's large dick hits the back of your throat - it’s not a new sensation, you’ve given Steve many a blowjob before, but not while also seated on a pair of lips that are ravishing your slick folds.

Bucky’s mouth works wonders on your sensitive bundle of nerves, which makes performing an expert job on Steve that much harder, but you’ve always been up for a challenge.

Using your hands to assist in maximising Steve’s pleasure, Bucky does the same for you - hungry touch roaming all hot skin he can reach from his position below you. There’s a small part of you that is acutely aware that two sets of eager, yearning blue irises are set upon you. But more than any other feeling, capturing both insanely attractive men’s full attention feels powerful, like you’re an unstoppable, raging river that dictates the flow of nature.

“I need you to fuck me.” Your words come out as a moaned plea, desperation as clear in your tone as it is in the arousal flowing out of you that Bucky is gladly lapping up.

“Whose cock do you want, baby?” You hear Steve say, taking your focus away from Bucky’s pretty, hypnotic eyes looking up at you riding his face. “Who do you want to fuck you sensless?”

Your eyes meet Steve’s pale blue ones and he knows without words exactly what you're longing for.

How you pick me up, pull ‘em down, turn me ‘round, Oh, it just makes sense

Steve manhandles you, practically throwing you down on your large bed. Having him looming over you, shoulders wide, thighs thick, cock erect, gives you a fluttering feeling of premonition in your belly. These man are about to ruin you.

The glint in his eye all but tells you he’s about to fuck you in a way where you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Steve flips you over, and pulls you back so your ass is in the air, glistening pussy displayed for him. There’s a sharp smack against the flesh of your ass before he plunges into you, a deep, forceful thrust that makes you gasp with how much air he’s knocked from your lungs.

Bucky takes pleasure in watching Steve fuck you, stroking himself at a leisurely pace as his eyes widen in attempts to not miss a single moment of how exquisite you look while clinging to the sheets and being absolutely ravaged by his best friend.

“Suck him off.” Steve demands, an assertive hand grabbing the back of your neck, pulling your face up from being buried in the blankets that smell just like your boyfriend and towards Bucky’s hard on.

Having both of them filling you from either end of your body does something to you you can’t explain. Never in all your life have you felt this aroused, this needy, this desirable.

Steve makes contact with your ass again as he continues to split you open - your entire body inflates with insurmountable pleasure, a type of high that can barely contain within your corporeal form and transcends multiple planes of reality.

“Aww, you gonna cum already?” Steve taunts gravelly in your ear, feeling your walls flutter around him as the room fills with the sounds of you gagging on Bucky’s dick and Steve’s strong hips rhythmically crashing into your ass.

You don’t even have the opportunity to get a reply out, too busy trying to focus on taking Bucky, when your high hits you like a sudden, almost unpredicted, smack from Steve. The edges of your vision blur, or maybe it’s just your eyes rolling back, as a devastating, white hot pleasure rips through you, rays of warm ecstasy radiating from your core as if you are the sun itself.

And the two men currently sharing in that rapture on your bed certainly regard you as if you’re the centre of their universe in this moment.

How you talk so sweet when you’re doin’ bad things, That's bed chem

“Fuckkkk.” Bucky moans, his large hands finding your waist as you sink all the way down on him. “Steve, your girl’s so wet.”

“Best pussy I’ve ever had.” Steve says with a smirk, watching your face contort in pleasure as you adjust to this new angle with a soft endearment in his eyes. It continually surprises you how he can look at you with such affection when you’re in the middle of doing the filthiest things for him. Even fucking his best friend.

The best way to shut Steve’s vulgar mouth is by giving him something far more alluring to preoccupy his tongue with. He lays down on the bed before you, mesmerised by the way your pussy slides up and down on Bucky’s cock, how you take all of his long member seemingly with ease.

His tantalising fingers carefully, almost painfully so, play with your already sensitive clit, before he dives in tongue first, swirling, sucking, lapping at every drop of arousal gushing from you, paying extra close attention to that spot which makes you dizzy with desire.

“Holy fuck!” You shout into your bedroom which has now become a steamy, sweaty sauna of moans, curses and whimpers. “Right there - oh god! That feels so fucking good!”

The things your man can do with his tongue are otherworldly, and a sense of possessiveness flashes through you - you’re the woman he sinks to his knees for and worship like a queen.

But then Steve does something you’re not expecting - and though you can’t quite see it from your vantage point, you feel Bucky’s chest vibrate beneath you as he groans, presumably as Steve takes Bucky’s balls into his mouth.

“Fuck, Stevie.” Bucky breathes next to your ear, in a low moan, a timbre of voice you don’t think you’ve ever heard from him before. He’s clearly enjoying what your boyfriend's tongue is capable of as well.

Bucky’s hands squeeze tighter on your waist, his thrusts not as languid as before as he contends with multiple sources of gratification, something you suspect he has not felt before this very moment. And by the sounds of him panting underneath you, you’re sure he’s loving it.

And I bet it’s even better than in my head

Steve gives one last kiss to your sensitive and puffy clit, before he stands between your legs.

“Need you to turn around for me, pretty girl.” Steve’s voice has an edge of shakiness to it now, desperate need overcoming his usually calm, dominant demeanour.

You do as your told, now facing Bucky’s dazzling eyes that hold a burning desire you’ve never seen gaze at you with. The fluttering in your tummy when your hands rest on his broad, strapping chest and you sink back down on him, indicates to you this definitely isn’t the last time you’d like to see it.

“Want you to take both of us at once, think you can do that for me?”

Lord, you have no idea if your body is even capable of that, but if there are any two people on the planet you’d try for, it’s the two in this king size bed with you. You’re always up for a challenge.

“Yes, please, I need to feel both of you.”

Never in your life have you felt a burn so delectable as when Steve pushes inside you, your walls stretching to accommodate both men’s impressive sizes. Bucky clearly feels it too, how cramped for space you must feel as his groan matches your own, Steve’s cock sliding along Bucky’s as you wiggle your hips to aid in fitting both of them.

You’ve never felt this full before, so stuffed that you’ve truly reached 100% capacity, that it feels like you’re going to burst from being so utterly satiated.

“You were made for this weren’t you?” Steve asks rhetorically, because right at this second it undeniably feels like the three of you were designed for this exact purpose.

“Made to be stuffed with both our cocks.” Bucky adds with a grunt, teeth scraping your collarbone that just adds to the shiver that runs down your spine.

They don’t even have to move inside you for you to know you’re close. You’re not even sure there’s room for movement, everything feels so cramped, but in the best. You’re confined by two sweaty, muscular men intent on making you cum again.

Bucky's firm hands spread you open, whilst Steve’s tender hands on your hips assists with moving you along their cocks, only to push you backwards and you groan as they fill you again. All thoughts evaporate from your mind and all you can feel is them stretching you out, Bucky breathing shallowly beneath you, Steve’s low, melodious tone reverberating from behind you.

“That’s a good girl, cum on our cocks. We’ve got you, gorgeous.”

This time you’re fully aware of the crescendo you’re reaching, the life ruining orgasm that’s about to hit you square in the chest and fracture you into tiny pieces.

However hard you thought you were going to cum, it could not have prepared you for the moment the taut band in your belly finally snaps. Ecstasy in its purest form pulses in your veins, filling your whole, trembling body with a high so powerful the whole galaxy of stars flash behind your eyes.

You’re mumbling incoherent whimpers as the men reach their peak, feeling you clench down even tighter on their dicks, their shafts sliding along one another’s, they both spill their orgasm into you.

You feel gapingly empty when they pull out of you, like there is a crucial part of your anatomy that is now missing and you won’t feel whole again until it’s restored. Steve watches with erotic fascination as all your mixed releases drip from your core, taking a thick finger and pushing it back inside you where it belongs, before grabbing a damp cloth to clean you up.

Once he’s done, Steve lays beside you so you’re sandwiched between him and Bucky, placing gentle kisses to your form as tiredness starts to overtake you from the most incredible night of your life.

You’re not sure where this leaves your relationship with either man, is Bucky fated to simply be your roommate from now on? How can you go back to sleeping just a wall away knowing what phenomenal pleasure he can pull from your naked body? Would your normally dominant and possessive boyfriend mind sharing you with his best friend again?

But one things for sure, you're absolutely positive you’ll never feel completely satiated again unless you have both of their cocks inside you.

I bet we’d have really good bed chem

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wolvietxt · 4 months ago

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𝓕IRSTS 𝓦ITH 𝓨OU !

pairing : bucky barnes x implied fem!reader warnings : implied size diff, established relationship, tfatws!bucky, fluff, wc : 2.6k summary : you introduce bucky to the things he’s missed out on, namely the office, theme parks, and emojis :3

bucky’s fingers hovered over the screen of his new phone, brow furrowed in concentration. you had been explaining how everything worked for the past half hour - apps, texts, even sending pictures - and while he was doing his best to keep up, you could tell he was still lost in the sea of modern technology.

“so, this is how you send a text,” you said, pointing to the message box. “you just type what you want to say, then hit send.” you hit a few buttons on his phone and then pulled away to give him some space.

he nodded slowly, looking at the screen as if it were a puzzle he hadn’t quite solved yet. “okay. and... the emojis?” he asked after a pause, his tone unsure.

“they’re just little pictures to add to what you’re saying. makes it more fun, i guess.” you flashed him a quick smile before adding, “and, if you’re talking to me, you’re gonna use them, or else i’ll think you’re mad at me.”

bucky’s lips curved upward just a fraction at the playful challenge. “right,” he muttered, glancing back at the emojis, his expression turning serious again. “this one - ” he tapped an image of a smiley face, “ - this is good, right?”

you nodded with enthusiasm. “perfect. now try sending it to me.”

bucky hesitated for a moment before carefully typing out a message: “Hey. 🙂”

he looked at you for approval, his blue eyes searching yours.

“well done,” you said softly, holding back a giggle. “you did it, buck.”

he grinned, a little relieved but still unsure. “guess ‘m getting the hang of this.”

“you are,” you replied, your voice filled with genuine encouragement. you could see him trying, and that was enough to make you proud.

“now,” you began, leaning in closer, “I’m going to teach you how to send a selfie. It’s easy.” you grabbed your phone and showed him how to take a picture, flipping the camera to face him. “like this.”

“a selfie?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, you’re going to love it,” you said, snapping a quick picture of him as he looked confused but willing to give it a try. “okay, now you do it. just - ” you stopped yourself, realising something. “don’t look so grumpy, though. smile a little.”

bucky rolled his eyes but played along, pulling a reluctant smirk before he tapped the button to take the picture. “this feels weird,” he muttered, but his gaze softened when he saw the result. he stared at the picture of himself for a moment, before looking at you. “it’s not bad.”

“not bad at all,” you said with a smile, grabbing your phone and sending the photo to him.

you watched him check his phone, his brow furrowing once more as he took in the photo, then back at the screen as you sent a quick text: “that smile is great, by the way.”

he read it, then quickly typed back: “you’re making fun of me.”

“no, i’m not,” you teased, tapping the keys with your fingers. “i think it’s cute.”

before he could respond, you leaned in, brushing your lips against his jaw. his body went still at the contact, the soft touch of your lips drawing his attention away from the phone. without saying a word, he kissed you fully, his lips warm and steady against yours.

“you talk too much,” bucky murmured when he finally pulled away, his voice gruff but affectionate.

you couldn’t help but giggle, looking up at him. “sorry,” you said, smiling in that way that made his chest tighten. “but i’m trying to teach you how to use a phone.”

“teach me less,” he replied, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. before you could answer, he kissed you again, this time slower, his lips lingering on yours longer than before. it was like he couldn’t help himself, needing to pull you close and forget about everything else.

when he pulled back, there was a softness in his eyes that was so different from the gruff exterior he usually put on. “you’re a distraction,” he admitted, though he didn’t sound bothered in the least.

“only when i’m teaching you how to text?” you asked, your smile still wide.

“always,” he said with a grin, kissing you again, this time more gently, as if savouring the moment before pulling away and reaching for his phone.

he looked at the screen again, tapping at it thoughtfully. “okay, what about this one?” he asked, tapping a face with hearts for eyes. “it seems like... the right one.”

you grinned, unable to resist the warmth that filled you at how cute he was, trying so hard to understand all this. “perfect,” you whispered. “now, send it.”

bucky hesitated for a beat, then pressed send. he turned to look at you, like he was asking for your approval.

“you did it,” you said softly, heart swelling with affection. “now, you’re a pro.”

he raised his eyebrows. “am i allowed to text you good morning now?”

“whenever you want,” you said with a grin, your hand finding his and squeezing it gently. “and i’ll send you emojis all day.”

bucky looked at his phone again, glancing up at you with a fond smile. “then i’m gonna need to figure out a lot more emojis.”

“take your time,” you teased, before your lips met his once more, this time without interruption.

the apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from the tv screen where the office was playing. you had insisted that bucky give the show a try, promising him that it was the perfect mix of awkward humour and heartwarming moments. at first, he had grumbled about it, saying something about not needing to watch “a bunch of idiots in an office.” but here you were, four episodes deep, and you could see that little spark of amusement in his eyes.

bucky had his arm draped around your shoulders, his large frame practically swallowing you up as you nestled into his side. you were curled up against him, legs tucked under you, head resting on his chest. every now and then, you could feel the rumble of his low chuckle vibrating against you whenever something on-screen caught him off guard.

“i still don’t get how that jim guy hasn’t been fired yet,” he muttered, shaking his head as jim played yet another prank on dwight. “guy’s got a death wish or somethin’.”

you smiled, turning your face up to look at him. there was a light in his eyes, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as he tried to hide how much he was actually enjoying the show. “maybe he reminds you of someone?” you teased, poking his side.

he shot you a look, all mock seriousness. “you callin’ me a troublemaker?”

“if the shoe fits,” you replied with a grin, turning back to the screen.

as the episode continued, you found yourself more focused on him than the tv. you loved seeing bucky like this, relaxed, at ease, his defences down for once. there was something so endearing about the way he’d get lost in the episodes, brows furrowing when michael said something ridiculous, or the rare moments when he’d throw his head back and laugh - a real, deep laugh that you couldn’t help but adore.

during one of those moments, as pam and jim exchanged a look, you felt his chest rumble with laughter, and it was so infectious that you couldn’t help but giggle, too. he glanced down at you, catching you staring, and for a second, it was like the rest of the world disappeared.

“what?” he asked, his voice softening.

“nothing,” you said, a little shy under his gaze. “you’re just... cute when you laugh.”

his eyebrows shot up, surprise flashing across his face before it softened into a shy smile. “yeah? well, don’t go tellin’ everyone.”

you laughed, but before you could tease him more, he suddenly shifted, tugging you closer until you were practically in his lap. your breath hitched as he wrapped both arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth.

you fit so easily against him, his hands splaying over your waist, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart under your cheek. the show kept playing in the background, but you were completely lost in the moment, the way he held you so gently despite his strength.

“you’re missing the best part,” you whispered, but your voice was soft, almost hesitant, like you didn’t really want to break the spell.

“nah,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “this is the best part.”

your cheeks warmed, and you couldn’t resist tilting your head back to steal a quick kiss. he met you halfway, his lips warm and surprisingly soft, his stubble scraping pleasantly against your skin.

“hmm, you taste better than jim’s pranks,” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips when he pulled away.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “careful, barnes, you might start liking sitcoms.”

“only if you’re watchin’ them with me,” he said, squeezing your waist gently.

you settled back into his chest, letting the familiar sounds of dunder mifflin fill the room. with one hand idly playing with the hem of your shirt, bucky seemed content, occasionally making little comments about the show under his breath that made you giggle.

as the theme song played for the next episode, you reached for your phone to check the time, but bucky’s hand covered yours, stopping you. “stay,” he murmured, his voice low, almost pleading.

you glanced up at him, surprised by the hint of vulnerability in his eyes. it wasn’t often that he asked for things so openly, but when he did, it always tugged at your heart.

“okay,” you whispered, setting your phone aside and snuggling closer, the two of you wrapped up in each other as the episodes played on, the world outside forgotten for just a little while.

the air was filled with the sounds of laughter, the occasional scream from the roller coasters, and the smell of funnel cakes and popcorn drifting through the breeze. the theme park was bustling with life, a kaleidoscope of colours and sounds that made your heart race with excitement. you could hardly contain your giddiness as you pulled bucky along by the hand, weaving through the crowd.

bucky, on the other hand, looked a little overwhelmed. his brows were furrowed as he glanced around, taking in everything like he was preparing for an ambush. it was endearing, really - the way his grip on your hand tightened every time someone bumped into you, his protective instincts kicking in.

“relax, buck, it’s just a theme park,” you teased, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

he grunted, still looking suspiciously at a guy in a giant mascot costume waving at children. “yeah, well, not sure i trust a place where people scream for fun.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, tugging him closer. “that’s the whole point! come on, let’s try a ride.”

you led him to the line for one of the tamer rides - a classic spinning teacup attraction. bucky eyed it warily, but he didn’t protest, letting you drag him into one of the pastel-coloured cups. once you were seated, you watched with a grin as he tried to figure out how the ride worked, his large hands gripping the metal wheel in the centre.

the ride started to spin, slowly at first, then picking up speed. you were laughing uncontrollably, the wind whipping through your hair, and when you glanced over at bucky, he had this look of pure concentration, like he was trying to out-spin everyone else.

“bucky, it’s not a competition!” you managed to gasp out between giggles.

he shot you a playful glare, a rare smile breaking through his usually stern expression. “everything’s a competition, doll.”

when the ride finally slowed to a stop, you were both a little dizzy, but you couldn’t stop smiling. you staggered out of the teacup, and bucky’s arm was instantly around your waist, steadying you. “you good?” he asked, his voice low and a little rough.

“never better,” you replied, leaning into his side.

next up was the game booths, where bucky’s competitive side really came out. you challenged him to one of those rigged carnival games where you had to knock down bottles with a baseball. he rolled his eyes at the way the game operator explained the rules, clearly unimpressed, but when it was his turn, he hit every target dead-on, not even breaking a sweat.

“show-off,” you teased, but you couldn’t hide the admiration in your voice.

“what can i say? i’m good with my hands,” he shot back with a wink, handing you the giant stuffed bear he won as a prize. your cheeks warmed, but before you could retort, he leaned down to steal a quick kiss, effectively shutting you up.

with your new teddy bear in tow, you wandered through the park, trying different snacks and taking in the sights. at one point, you insisted on getting a picture in one of those cheesy photo booths. bucky tried to protest, saying he wasn’t “photogenic,” but you dragged him in anyway.

the two of you squeezed into the tiny booth, your legs tangled together because of how little space there was. as the camera flashed, you made silly faces while bucky looked a little bewildered, but by the last frame, you managed to coax a smile out of him - a real one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.

you couldn’t stop staring at the printed photos as they rolled out, your heart swelling at how happy he looked. he glanced over your shoulder, shaking his head with a chuckle. “gonna frame that, aren’t you?”

“damn right i am,” you said with a grin, tucking the strip of photos safely into your bag.

the sun was starting to set, the sky painted in hues of pink and orange, when you finally made your way to the roller coasters. bucky was skeptical at first, muttering something about not trusting “rusty death traps,” but you could see the way his eyes lit up with a mix of curiosity and adrenaline.

“just one ride,” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy eyes.

he sighed, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “fine, but if we die, i’m haunting you.”

you laughed, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the line. as the coaster climbed higher and higher, you could feel the tension in bucky’s shoulders. you reached over, lacing your fingers with his. “it’s gonna be fun, trust me.”

the drop was sudden and exhilarating, your screams mixing with the rush of wind, and when you dared to peek at bucky, he had this look of pure, wild joy on his face. it was rare to see him so carefree, and it took your breath away more than the ride itself.

when you finally stumbled off the coaster, legs like jelly, bucky was grinning like a little kid, his hair windswept. “okay, that wasn’t so bad,” he admitted, looking almost bashful.

“see? i told you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning up to kiss his cheek. he pulled you into a proper kiss instead, right there in the middle of the bustling crowd, not caring who was watching.

“thanks for dragging me out here,” he murmured against your lips, his voice soft in a way that made your heart flutter.

“anytime, sarge,” you teased, smiling up at him.

he just shook his head, a fond look in his eyes as he pulled you closer. “you’re trouble, you know that?”

“yeah,” you said, resting your head against his chest, “but you love it.”

he just chuckled, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, and you knew he wouldn’t trade this day for anything.

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witchywithwhiskey · 9 days ago

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For your sweethearts game, I spun the wheel and got sweet talk. Thought Johnny Storm could be a fun combination for the prompt. Hopefully this inspired something 💜

sweet talk

pairing: boyfriend!johnny storm x female reader

summary: in a dark, secluded booth in the corner of a nightclub, johnny storm sweet talks you into getting into some kind of trouble on valentine's day.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, public sex, drunk sex, consensual sexual coercion, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, hand job (over the pants), roughness and rough body play, choking, marking/hickeys, possessiveness, dirty talk, degradation kink, objectification kink, praise kink, pet names (firelight, baby), aftercare, love confessions, sweet ending, established relationship

word count: 4.4k

a/n: ahhh Em, 'sweet talk' was such a good prompt to pair with Johnny Storm!! we all know that man has a mouth on him 👀🤭 i was originally going to try to write a different fic for this, but then i saw this post going around and i couldn't help but use it as inspiration for our dirty talking Johnny! anyway thank you for playing my sweethearts game, i hope you enjoy ♡♡

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Johnny Storm could sweet talk you into anything. Even when the thing in question was most certainly a crime and could very likely get the both of you in a lot of trouble. Case in point…

It was Valentine’s Day, and a Friday, and Johnny didn’t want to end the night after the swanky dinner he’d taken you to. So you’d ended up at some exclusive Manhattan nightclub with a hundred disco balls hanging from the ceiling and refracting the strobing lights on the crowded dance floor.

Since Johnny was the Johnny Storm—the most charming and charismatic member of the Fantastic Four—it hadn’t been difficult to get a corner booth on the upper floor of the club with the other VIPs. You’d even been granted your own server, who’d taken your order and returned a few minutes later with your drinks.

The champagne from dinner was still bubbling in your blood as you sipped on the sweet, Valentine’s Day drink you’d ordered. You’d chosen it for the obscene amount of maraschino cherries it came with, and it wasn’t long before half the glass was gone.

The sugar and liquor went right to your head, filling it with fluffy clouds of desire, which thickened the longer you sat on the plush leather seat of the booth, warmth curling in your belly and urging you to act impulsively.

Unable to keep your hands to yourself, you leaned into Johnny’s strong, steady form, your hands smoothing up the planes of his chest, copping a feel of his thick muscles through his dress shirt. He’d shed his jacket as soon as you sat down, loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves, making him look a little rumpled in the most delicious way.

One minute you were watching Johnny take a sip of his drink—an old fashioned that had come with its own cherries—your eyes fixed on the way his jaw worked, the long line of his throat bobbing in a way that was far too enticing… Then, the next thing you knew, you were licking the taste of the sweet fruit and bitter alcohol from his mouth.

Both your drinks sat forgotten on the table as you made out with your boyfriend, your lips working furiously to devour each other. Tongues slipped into hot, greedy mouths, while teeth nipped and lips sucked, fingers digging and clinging desperately.

The rest of the club fell away, your hands growing bolder as you sank deeper into Johnny and the haze of lust clinging to your skin. Moans spilled from your mouth unbidden, being swallowed up by the pounding music of the club.

In the dim corner booth, it felt like you and Johnny were the only two people in the world. But the rational side of your mind—which hadn’t been entirely obliterated by the drinks and desire burning through your body (at least, not yet)—was very much aware you were still in public.

So when Johnny suggested you take things further, right there in the club, where anyone could see, you knew better than to say yes.

“Johnny, we could get arrested,” you whined into his mouth, your fingernails scraping through the thick scruff on his jaw. You loved it this length—too long to be stubble, but too short to be a beard. It felt divine against your smooth cheeks, and especially between your soft thighs…

“Only if we get caught,” Johnny said smoothly, his breath ghosting over your lips and teasing you enough that you let out a desperate, keening sound. His smug chuckle sent a ripple of desire down your spine, settling heavily between your already squirming legs.

The bass of the music in the club was pounding through the floor and the seat of the booth, and you could feel it throbbing between your thighs, matching the rate of your thrumming pulse. A heady, almost feral need pumped through your body, and you shifted even closer to Johnny, kissing him again with feverish lust.

Arousal was clouding your mind, blotting out the rational arguments that had seemed so important a moment before.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you shoved Johnny’s hand underneath the hem of your dress. You were so wet, so worked up by making out, it wouldn’t take him long to get you off. If you were quick, maybe no one would notice…

Johnny must’ve been having similar thoughts because, as he kissed down the side of your neck, sucking on the soft skin hard enough to leave a trail of hickeys in his wake, his fingers circled your wrist and tugged your hand away from where it had been planted on his firm chest.

He brought your palm to the thick bulge in the front of his dress pants, and you sucked in a gasp of sheer desire. He was hot and so hard, and you knew instantly how good he would feel inside you. He’d stretch your tight hole so exquisitely, fill up your warm heat so perfectly.

Even more arousal pooled low in your belly, wetness dripping from your slit and making a mess of your thighs—because, of course, you hadn’t worn panties. It was Valentine’s Day, and you’d expected Johnny to try to sweet talk you into some kind of trouble, and you’d figured panties would just get in the way.

But you still weren’t sure taking things further in the booth of a nightclub was such a good idea.

Johnny seemingly sensed your hesitation and abandoned his endeavor to leave your neck covered in hickeys. He dragged the scruff on his jaw up your neck and over your cheek, nuzzling you in a mesmerizing rhythm as he spoke in your ear.

“C’mon, firelight, ‘m so fucking hard for you.” Johnny’s voice was low and deep and so entreating, it made your core pulse with your body’s own answering need. “My cock’s throbbing for you, baby, can you feel it?”

God help you, but you could feel it. You could feel the way Johnny’s hard length was twitching. You could even feel the wet spot on the crotch of his black slacks where his precum had leaked through.

Without even having to ask, you knew Johnny hadn’t worn his usual boxer briefs, and you had to bite back a smile. You hadn’t been dating that long—less than a year—but the two of you seemed to make a good pair.

A good pair with wildly depraved desires that were bound to get you into trouble one day, but a good pair nonetheless.

Still, you’d never fucked in public before. Part of you was worried about whether you could actually get away with it, like Johnny said, while another, increasingly larger part of you was desperately horny and needy for your boyfriend’s cock.

Would it be so bad? People fucked in public all the time, especially in New York City, didn’t they?

“If we get caught…” you began to say without really knowing where you were going. But it didn’t matter, because Johnny was quick to pick up on the fact that you were being swayed to his side.

“We won’t,” he promised vehemently, his voice steady and sure in that way only Johnny could manage. “I promise, firelight, we won’t get caught, I’ll make sure of it.”

Johnny’s hand was so warm, almost scorching, as he pressed down on the back of yours, curling your fingers around his thick length through the crotch of his pants. He felt so big and hard, and you couldn’t help the way your pussy pulsed with the desire to have him buried to the hilt in your tight heat.

You were just about to give in, to admit you’d let Johnny Storm sweet talk you into yet another bit of trouble, but your boyfriend kept talking. Sometimes he didn’t know when to stop talking.

“But even if we do, I bet whoever caught us wouldn’t mind,” Johnny murmured in your ear, his voice picking up speed as he used your fingers to slowly stroke his cock through his pants. “How could they when they’d get to see your pretty pussy stretched around my fat cock.”

A vicious shiver skated down your spine, arousal flooding your body and making you tremble against Johnny’s chest. Your fingers twisted in the soft cotton of his button-up shirt while you pressed your thighs together against the ache his words had inspired. And all the while, you let him use your other hand like a toy, stroking his length.

“They should be so lucky, to get to see you creaming all over my dick,” Johnny was saying, still painting a filthy picture of getting caught fucking in the club. But he cut off suddenly with a curse. “Fuck, I need it, I need your cunt, baby.”

At that point, you knew you were going to give in, you wanted it too badly not to. But the furious pleading in Johnny’s voice was so delicious, you couldn’t help but try to coax a little bit more out it of him before you relented.

“But Johnny, we can’t,” you mewled pathetically, putting so much emphasis on your last word, you were certain he’d know what you were doing.

Sure enough, when your boyfriend caught your eye, there was a spark of knowing in the dark blue depths. An arrogant smirk curled his soft mouth and he leaned in again until his scruff rasped against your cheek. He chuckled at the way your shoulders trembled in response.

“Yes, we can,” he said, his voice smooth and seductive. “No one’s going to see us, I promise,” he went on, unerringly charming as he shifted his hand from the back of yours to slip between your thighs. “They’re all too focused on themselves to notice us fucking in a dark corner.”

You hummed noncommittally, feigning hesitation even as you continued stroking Johnny’s cock through his pants. When he huffed a sound of mild frustration, you had to bite back a delighted smirk.

“I need to feel you so bad, firelight,” Johnny whined, that furious desperation seeping back into his tone. “I can’t wait to get you home, or even to the bathroom.”

His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of your thigh, hard enough that you knew he’d leave bruises. But you didn’t care, not when it felt so good when he got possessive and greedy like this.

You squeezed his cock in encouragement, urging him silently to go on; he kept talking, words spilling from his mouth like he couldn’t control them.

“Just sit on it, baby, sit on my cock. No one will notice, no one will catch us, I promise. We won’t even fuck, just keep my cock warm, just to take the edge off. Come on, I know you want it—just sit on my cock, firelight, please.”

You knew there was at least one lie in Johnny’s words. You knew that if you sat on Johnny’s cock, you’d end up fucking. It didn’t matter if you were in a club where anyone would see, once he was inside you, there was no way either of you could control yourselves.

But that was okay because he was telling the truth about the most important part—you did want it. You wanted it so fucking bad. All sense and reason had fled in the face of your overwhelming desire for Johnny Storm.

“Well, since you said ‘please’,” you murmured, a smirk curling the corners of your mouth as you stole a quick kiss from Johnny.

He looked a little stunned when you pulled away, like he was surprised by his luck, but then his expression melted into an affectionate grin and you knew, beyond any doubt—and even if you did get caught—you’d never be able to regret what you were about to do.

Glancing around quickly, you made sure no one was looking in your general direction. Even if they were, they wouldn’t be able to see much with the way you and Johnny were hidden in the dark corner booth, the haze of weed smoke and the shadows of the dim club obscuring you from view.

As inconspicuously as possible, you shifted onto your feet and stepped between Johnny’s spread thighs, turning your back to him and leaning slightly over your table. Curling your fingers in the skirt of your dress, you pulled up the back, baring your ass to your boyfriend’s hungry gaze.

You could feel the heat of his stare and you pressed your thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache in your core. It seemed like an eternity that you held yourself in that position—or, at least, long enough for your thighs to begin to tremble with the effort.

Thankfully, Johnny’s warm hand slid around your hip and he guided you down, having freed his cock while you’d been getting into position. You bit your lip against a gasp when you felt the broad tip of his cock press between your folds, but you didn’t stop there.

As slowly as you could manage, you sat down on Johnny’s cock, sheathing his thick length in your dripping pussy in one smooth move. It felt so fucking good, you had to cover your face with your hands and moan helplessly into them, the sound of Johnny’s groan drifting past your ears.

Thankfully, the loud music in the club swallowed up the sounds of both your pleasure. And when you changed a glance through your fingers, no one was paying you and Johnny any mind.

Once you were seated, Johnny curled himself around your back, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he drew you deeper into the booth with him. Your thighs were still pressed tight together, one of your hands clinging to the front of your dress to make sure it kept you covered.

“Relax, firelight,” Johnny urged, his tone dripping with soothing charm. His hands kneaded your plush hips and supple thighs, coaxing your body into letting go of the tension it was holding. “There ya go, baby, relax for me.”

A soft moan slipped from your lips and your head fell back against Johnny’s shoulder, your limbs loosening and your body resting deeper into the cradle of his arms. It felt so good, being connected to him on such an intimate level, his cock filling you so perfectly.

The fact that you were in public, where anyone could see you, added a deliciously depraved headiness to it. One you let yourself enjoy, all fears and worries about getting caught flitting away into the murky gloom of the club.

“Atta girl, firelight, you’re taking my cock so fucking well,” Johnny went on, his voice low and enthralling, adding to the haze of pleasure settling over your mind and body. “Being such a good slut for me, sitting pretty in my lap and keeping my cock nice and warm—you’re such a good toy, aren’t ya, baby?”

“Johnny, don’t tease me,” you whined, your fingers finding his and hefting his arm up over your shoulder. The move allowed you to bury your face in his bicep, hiding the dirty and debauched things his words were doing to your body.

Johnny chuckled, settling his chin on your other shoulder and brushing a kiss to your cheek, making sure his scruff rasped against your skin.

“I’m not teasing you,” he murmured in a sweeter voice. “You feel so fucking good on my cock, so tight and warm and wet—and all for me.”

Warily, you pulled your face from your boyfriend’s bicep and turned to look at him, catching his eye as he leaned over your shoulder.

Once he saw you were looking, his mouth curved into a devil-may-care smirk, and you knew whatever he was about to say was going to make you even wetter than you already were.

“And you are a slut, baby,” Johnny said, his voice even darker and more shameless as he went on, spilling filth in your ear without even pausing to take a breath. “Only a slut would sit on my cock because you were horny, only a slut would let me cockwarm this sweet pussy in public like this—only a slut would get off on the possibility of being caught with my cock buried balls deep in your greedy cunt.”

Johnny’s hands squeezed your hips, rocking you hard on his stiff length while he was grinding up into you. The head of his cock brushed against somewhere deep inside of you, and you felt your pussy clench and gush with even more wetness, your shoulders trembling as you moaned shamelessly into the dark of the club.

“Oh god, Johnny, I’m—please, I need…” you trailed off. You didn’t know what you needed exactly, whether it was for him to keep doing what he was doing or to bend you over the table and fuck you right there in the club. You just knew Johnny was the only one who could give it to you.

A heartbeat later, a gentle weight settled over your lap and you looked down, finding Johnny had laid his suit jacket across your legs. It was big enough that it hid your lap entirely from view, in case anyone happened to peer through the gloom at what you and your boyfriend were doing.

Before you could thank Johnny for the sweet gesture, he was slipping one of his hands beneath the jacket, wasting no time curling his fingers under the hem of your skirt and finding your clit.

The first brush of his fingertip to your tight bundle of nerves felt like he’d set off a mountain fireworks beneath your skin, pleasure bursting and zipping through your limbs.

Your body tried to curl in on itself, every bit of you trembling while pitiful whimpers spilled endlessly from your lips.

But Johnny chased after you, wrapping his other hand firmly around the front of your throat. He pinned your back to his chest while he bounced you on his cock and rubbed your clit.

“Here’s how this is gonna go, firelight, you’re gonna cum on my cock right here in this club,” Johnny growled in your ear, so much conviction in his tone that it was just as intoxicating as the pleasure coursing through your body. “Then I’m gonna drain my balls in your pretty cunt and keep you on my lap, my cock plugging you full of my cum while we finish our drinks. Got it?”

“Yeah-huh,” you mumbled, your head lolling to the side until you were pressed temple-to-temple with your boyfriend.

His skin was damp with sweat, just like yours, and the scent of his cologne mixed with the sweet tang of cherries and whiskey on his breath.

You wanted to kiss him, but all you could do was sit on his cock and take it, moaning loud enough, you were certain he could hear even over the roaring, pounding music.

Johnny’s fingers dug into the sides of your throat, adding a delicious sting of pain but not cutting off your sounds of pleasure. A moment later, you understood why.

“Yeah, baby, let me hear how good ‘m making you feel, wanna hear you moaning while I choke you and bounce you on my cock like a gorgeous fuckdoll,” Johnny said, barely pausing to take a breath, like he couldn’t stop the torrent of filthy talk even if he’d tried. “You’re my perfect cock drunk slut, aren’t you, baby, just a pretty fucktoy who loves being used anywhere and everywhere to pleasure my cock, huh?”

“Yuh huh, yuh huh, yuh huh,” you babbled, in between desperate, whining sounds of pleasure. “Your toy, Johnny, all yours.”

“That’s my girl, such a good slut—my perfect, pretty fucktoy,” Johnny cooed in your ear, his fingers digging into the sides of your neck and choking you harder. Between your thighs, he rubbed your clit faster, his pace merciless. “Now be a good girl and cum on my cock, firelight—come on, I need to feel your cunt milking my cock, baby.”

Johnny’s commanding words, his thick cock and his ruthless hands all conspired against you, and you stood little chance against the deluge of pleasure he was giving you. It was all you could do to cling to him, your nails digging deep into his forearms as your release crashed over you.

Not a second too soon, Johnny’s hand slapped over your mouth and you screamed your pleasure, your mind going completely blank with bliss as wave after wave of your release flooded through your body. You tensed and shuddered in your boyfriend’s lap, your pussy gripping his cock so tight, it was like you were begging for his cum.

Johnny buried his face in your shoulder and shifted his hand from between your legs, gripping the crease of your thigh and rutting into you as he chased his release. A moment later, he found it, grunting his pleasure and pressing his gritted teeth into your sweat-slick skin to muffle his loud groans.

It seemed to go on forever, the twitching and throbbing of Johnny’s cock in your cunt, spilling his seed deep inside you while you rode out the aftershocks of your own release.

Finally, when you were both spent, you and Johnny collapsed back into the booth, your body sprawled on top of your boyfriend’s, both your chests heaving as you caught your breath.

When you were recovered enough, you twisted your shoulders and grabbed Johnny’s face in both hands, pulling him in for the filthiest kiss of the night. It was all hot breath and vicious teeth, your pussy still pulsing around his cock, and his cum still leaking into your tight heat.

“You’re an impossible menace,” you declared when you finally pulled away, the severity of your words dampened by the undeniable affection in your tone.

Johnny tipped his head back and laughed, the sound boisterous and entirely unrepentant. But when he sobered and looked back at you, there was something deeper than affection in his sparkling blue eyes.

“Yeah, but I’m your menace, firelight,” Johnny said. His tone was much more serious all of a sudden, and it made your heart jump and take off in a gallop in your chest.

Belatedly, Johnny seemed to realize he’d taken a turn in a certain direction, and he looked around as if searching for a way to get the two of you back to your typical flirty and fun conversations. Reaching past you, he grabbed your drink off the table and handed it to you before picking up his own.

“And you love it,” he quipped blithely, clinking his glass against yours then lifting it to his mouth.

You watched Johnny drink, his adam’s apple bobbing and wondered if you should let him get away with turning the suddenly serious conversation back to something light.

“I do,” you murmured, sipping your drink and glancing out at the strobing red lights and the endless sea of disco balls, casting crimson sparkles all across the clubgoers dancing below. You chewed idly on a maraschino cherry, the sweet liquor of your drink clinging to your tongue as thoughts swirled in your head.

It was Valentine’s Day. It was a holiday all about love, why shouldn’t you tell your boyfriend how you truly felt about him?

Impulsively, you turned back to Johnny, catching his eye and making sure you had his attention before you spoke.

For a second, your breath caught in your throat and you were scared you wouldn’t be able to say it—which made you sad, because you wanted him to know. And that thought gave you all the courage you needed to just say it.

“I love you, Johnny Storm.”

It was the first time either of you had said those words to each other, and for one terrifying moment, you worried about how he’d respond. Would he’d laugh it off as too much drinking and fucking, or would he take you seriously?

Johnny’s features went slack with surprise, but only for a second. In the next, his mouth was stretching across his handsome face into a wildly happy grin. Love shone in his eyes, and, though you couldn’t be sure, you thought you saw a glimmer of tears before he blinked them away.

“It’s about time, baby—what’s not to love about me?” he teased, pulling you in for a deep kiss, his scruff rasping against your cheeks and his tongue slipping into your mouth. He kissed you slow and sweet, showing you depth of his feelings.

When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours and said the words you wanted to hear. They weren’t more jokes or teasing, or more sweet talk. They were the truth.

“I love you, too, firelight.”

Your heart soared and you couldn’t help the beaming smile that spread across your face so wide, it nearly hurt your cheeks. For a moment, you basked in Johnny’s confession, and then you kissed him. You kissed him until you were breathless. And then you kissed him some more.

Eventually, the two of you finished your drinks—in between many, many more kisses—while reveling in the feeling of Johnny’s cock still buried in your pussy, his cum dripping from your slit. It wasn’t until it came time to leave that you realized just how much of a mess you’d made of his pants.

Like the dutiful girlfriend you were, you walked in front of Johnny the entire way out of the club, his jacket around your shoulders and his hands holding your hips possessively.

To anyone you passed, he just looked like a guy obsessed with his girlfriend—which, of course, he was.

Once you made it back to his apartment overlooking the Manhattan skyline, Johnny proved all over again just how much of a sweet-talking menace he could be, eating his cum from your pussy before fucking another load into you.

Then he fucked it even deeper, crooning in your ear about how much he loved you and your slutty cunt—and your big, throbbing heart.

By the time the both of you were sated, and had said ‘I love you’ a genuinely sickening amount of times, the sky was beginning to lighten on the morning of February 15, the day after Valentine’s Day.

But you didn’t care what day it was, you were just happy to fall asleep in the arms of the man you loved, the one who could sweet talk you into anything—Johnny Storm.

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lonelychicago · 3 months ago

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we could be lucky again

buck/eddie | chris & eddie | teen and up | 15.9k words

“Can I help you?” Eddie asks cautiously. Christopher opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. His mind blanks. All the scenarios he imagined—the ways this might play out—scatter out like dust. Finally, he manages, “This is gonna be hard to believe, specially for you, but— I'm Christopher. Your son. I, uh, come from the future?” His voice turns higher at the end of the sentence and it makes it sound more like a question than the fact he was trying to announce. Eddie freezes. “What?” His voice is sharp, disbelieving, and his posture gets more defensive. He can see a hint of anger simmering underneath. “Look, man, if this is some kind of sick joke—” Christopher swallows hard, forcing himself to stand straighter. “Dad. It’s me.” or; While working at NASA, an experiment goes wrong and sends Chris years back into the past. This might be the perfect opportunity to fix some wrongs.

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gremlin-girly · 2 months ago

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Pot

Part of the Green collection & winner of this WIP poll

Ask and ye shall recieve! Buckle up buttercups, this is my first fic of 2025.

Banner by me, made in Canva w/ Ari's pic sourced on Pinterest (very basic ik). Dividers by @/kodaswrld here MDNI/Reblog Banners by @/saradika-graphics

Pairing: Ari Levinson x f!reader

WARNING: This fic not only contains smut but also consumption/use of marujuana. If that's not your bread and butter (or if you are a minor) please do not read. I am also not super knowledgeable on the subject... this is just my brain + google <3

Tags/warnings: SMUT, consumption/use of marujuana, p in v (wrap 👏 it 👏 up 👏), corruption kink, Innocence kink (if you squint) slight age gap (reader in their 20s Ari his 30s), praise (good girl), petnames (pretty girl, sweetheart, baby girl, baby, honey), reverse cow girl, sofa sex, vaginal fingering, teasing, soft!dom Ari, cum play, creampie, multiple orgasm

Not beta'd and I don't give permission for my work to be reposted, translated, copied or put through AI!

Summary: You go to your friend's dealer and get the deal of a lifetime.

Word count: ~3.9k

A/N: Now that we're through all those warnings; I can now formerly introduce to you the Green Collection. My first idea was actually for Jake and from there it spiralled but the majority voted Ari instead ☺️ I don't know if I should put it to a vote again or just surprise you with whose next? this has been in my brain all week and I'm on holiday Sunday (woohoo)

Oh and if you haven't seen, I've got a taglist going - just drop me a dm if you're interested! - x

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No names.

At least, no surnames.

That was apparently a rule of thumb when dealing with dealers. Not like you were stood outside his house (very awkwardly) or anything. Your friend gave you a thumbs up from the safety of his car.

That was the other rule of thumb; never go alone.

You grimaced at him and wiped your sweaty palms against the rough of your jeans, beginning to slowly regret ever mentioning that you wanted to try pot. Said friend in the car said they knew a guy who knew a guy who could help you out, so long as you went with them to get their pick up.

Not much could be said about Ari, other than he was a dealer. You'd asked but you'd been met with a shrug and a "he's a dealer. I get my stuff and bolt."

With your lips pursed into a thin line, you gaze up at the house. It looks inconspicuous next to the others. It's big and homey-looking with a well-kept lawn and a nice (but not expensive) car in the drive. You wonder if dealing is all he does, or maybe this is a friend's house, or perhaps it is his house but dealing is just the side gig. When the door opens you're still expecting a twenty-something year old with red rimmed eyes and a beanie opening the door, or a super scary guy decked out in tattoos. Joke's on you for making assumptions like that.

Ari is tall and muscular, taking up a good ninety-percent of the doorway with his broad shoulders. Long, brown hair fell in waves around his neck and, much like the lawn, his matching beard was thick but well-maintained and the loose light blue cotton shirt he wore complimented his eyes beautifully. You supposed he could look scary if he was angry and frowning, however, with his amused grin as he looked down at you he just looked like an over-sized teddy bear. But maybe that was the point.

"Can I help you?" He asks casually, his eyes scanning you.

"Um, I'm looking for Ari?" You can feel yourself shrink a little under his gaze, he was intimidating regardless of being teddy-bear like or not.

"That'd be me." He confirms. His blue eyes meet yours, challenging you to ask him what you're so nervous to ask.

"C-can I come in?" You stammer out quietly.

"Why?" He presses, making you squirm on the spot.

"Ah, I, erm..." you begin to panic. You can't say drugs - you'd sound stupid and what if he was secretly a cop?

Ari snorts and you look up at him with saucers for eyes. He's grinning, no laughing, at you. Your cheeks begin to burn as you pout at your feet. "You're messing with me, aren't you?"

"Very much so." He moves out of your way, letting you step through the door. "Come on in."

"Not what you were expecting?" He asks, leading you through to the kitchen where the curtains are drawn and there's multiple small bags with what looks like dried herbs inside them.

"N-no." You answer honestly. Your eyes fix onto a drawing on the fridge; a colourful child's drawing where the "people" are mostly vague shapes before looking back at the table quickly.

"At least you're honest." Ari chuckles. "This is your first pick up, I can tell. It's alright, I won't bite."

You wring your hands and wipe them onto your jeans. "Sorry."

Ari snorts again has collects two of the bigger bags and hands them over to you, watching as your carefully hide them into your purse. "Don't apologise. Do you even smoke? Or is Gabriel making you run errands for him?"

You look sheepishly at him; from what Gabriel had said, you weren't expecting this much conversation.

"I haven't tried it before and want to. Gabriel said he'd bring me when he came next."

Ari nods pulling an impressed expression, almost surprised by your naïve honesty. He picks up a small rectangular pack from the table

"Want me to show you how to roll?" He wiggles a pack between his fingers and looks at you expecting an answer.

"Um..." You shift on your feet, feeling a little out of your depth. It would be helpful to know but why would he be offering? Gabriel said it should be in and out and you can already feel your phone buzzing in your back pocket. Then again, Ari seemed nice and you couldn't deny that there was something enticing about the way he seemed to be interested in you. "Sure."

"Right answer." He winks at you and you can feel heat rush to your cheeks. "Hold out your hands."

He pulls out a paper from the pack. It's thin and almost transparent and he places it gently between your fingers so that you hold it in a v-shape, his fingers brushing against yours. He picks up an additional bag sprinkling the herby substance down the centre of the v and your nose crinkles at the smell. It's strong, too much like BO for your liking.

"Awe," Ari coos playfully at you. "It's alright, you'll get used to it."

You puff your pink cheeks in a half-pout. There's something oddly alluring to the fact he likes to try and catch you off guard, teasing and toying with you, and it annoys you that it's working for you.

With his fingers over yours he moves the edges of the paper up and down, before rolling it on itself leaving one edge sticking upwards. He moves the paper towards your lips with a curious look.

"Stick your tongue out." He murmurs and you obey without hesitation. Ari's eyebrows shoot upwards and he smirks. "Good girl."

Heat and shame wash over you as he glides the paper over your tongue and smooths the final edge flat. He inspects your handiwork before handing the blunt to you upright.

"Not bad. Consider this one on the house," He says and before you can take it he moves it out of your reach. "On one condition."

You blink at him. "Um. Okay."

"Next time Gabriel wants his pot, I want you to pick up for him again." Ari's lips tug upwards at the corners, flashing you a flirtatious smirk that makes you feel giddy.

"Sure thing." You nod clearing your throat as he walks you back to the front door. "I-It was nice to meet you."

Ari's eyes sparkle down at you as he opens the door, leaning in the doorway again as you exit. "You too. See you round, sweetheart."

You give him a nervous smile goodbye as you skitter back to Gabriel's car, feeling Ari's eyes follow you the entire way down the drive.

You see Ari again about two weeks later, when picking up Gabriel's next order as promised. The kitchen looks the same as you'd left it, the only addition a blunt that's gently billowing smoke left in an ash tray.

"Been practising?" Ari asks, taking a seat at the table.

"I - yeah!" You get a little too excited and clear your throat adding a quieter "Yeah."

Ari seems happy to see you so enthusiastic and drags the chair next to him out from under the table, patting the wooden seat. "Take a seat and show me."

You're aware of how close you are to Ari when your knee brushes against his and you fight to stay calm. He hands you the papers and watches closely as you pepper in the weed between the paper folded in your small hands; so careful not to spill a single stem. Then you roll tentatively, like he'd shown you before, peeking up at him as your tongue drags along one edge of the paper. The chair creaks as Ari's hand tightens it's grip and you hear his breathing stop for just a second. For a moment, you think you've done it wrong as you seal the blunt over but Ari breaks out into a grin, releasing the back of your chair and letting his hands slap against his thighs.

"You've learnt quickly sweetheart." He sighs, picking up his discarded blunt and taking a quick drag.

"Can I keep this one too?" You ask curiously, admiring you're work as Ari begins to sort through the stems on the table in front of him. His blunt hangs out of the corner of his mouth and his eye brows raise in your direction. The term smoking hot was never more accurate.

"What are you gonna give me for it?"

It's a loaded question and you both know it. Heat grows between your legs and you shift in your seat next to him.

"What... do you want?"

"Ah. Ah. I asked first." He tuts, winking at you. You shift your legs again.

"W-well." You clear your throat, feeling hot all over. "I don't think I'm smoking my joints right - I'm not getting the feelings that Gabi describes."

You peek up at him, feeling stupidly bashful and naïve for even thinking of asking him this, but the rush of being around him is too addictive. Ari's eyes don't leave yours, patiently waiting for you to continue.

"So I was wondering if you'd show me how?" You ask with soft pleading eyes, adding a hasty; "Please?"

"You wanna rent me?" Ari chuckles, looking over at you as he puffs out a cloud of smoke. "Whore me out?"

You fight a blush even though you don't find the idea unappealing. "N-not what I meant."

"Tell you what, since you asked so nicely," he sighs, running a large hand through his hair. "I'll take you up on that if-"

He pauses, setting his wrist down on the table with the blunt still smoking between his fingers, turning to face you fully. "You kiss me."

Now your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, lips parting slightly as if you can't believe your ears or your luck.

"O-Okay." You wet your lips nervously, leaning closer to his face. Your eyes drop to his lips for a brief moment before you push forward, colliding your lips against his. Beard scruff brushes your cheeks and your lips tingle and soon enough there's a large, warm palm on your neck that eases you closer against his body. You relax enough to open your lips wider, letting Ari run his tongue over your lips before he slips into your mouth. He tastes like smoke and temptation and you hum happily into his mouth, letting your lips move against his.

Your hands find perch on the thigh closest to you as you lean into the kiss, the tough muscle beneath your palms flexing under the material of his jeans. Ari's palm cups your cheek, his thumb brushing the faint curve tenderly as he kisses you, sending your brain and pussy feral. By the time you remember to breathe again, you're already light headed.

"It's yours." Ari's voice is thick and he takes another drag. He blows out the smoke long and slow, his blue eyes peeking at you and how you're watching him like a hawk, waiting for him to do something more to you. "I'll show you how to smoke next time and make sure you have the high of a lifetime."

"Thanks." You puff, leaning back and removing your hands from his leg.

"No more waiting on Gabriel either - I'll give you my number." With the blunt hanging from his lips Ari holds out a palm for your phone which you willingly give, you stomach swooping with excitement. "I'll text you when I'm free."

You can't contain the small smile that graces your swollen lips. This whole game of coy cat-and-mouse had you ready to jump his bones from the moment you met and the longer it continued the more you were struggling to keep cool.

You were so glad Gabriel had such a hot dealer to introduce you to.

The next time you see Ari is the following week.

You didn't want to seem too desperate texting him too soon but you couldn't stop thinking about your brief, but seemingly eons long, make out session. Luckily, Ari texted you first after three days inviting you over whenever you wanted for your smoking lesson, but due to work commitments, you had to postpone until the Friday.

Knowing you probably wouldn't just be smoking, you opted to wear some light make up and your lucky thong; paired only with a tank top and a short skirt. If the last two visits were anything to go by, you weren't sure how long your outfit would stay on.

The Uber to Ari's was silent, your head already spinning and you gripped the handles of your back pack filled to the brim with snacks. You hadn't wanted to come empty handed when he was still technically doing you a favour.

Even if he was going to fuck your brains out regardless.

You were less awkward now as you stood outside Ari's door and far more nervous. The cool air kissed your legs and your pussy fluttered with each passing thought of Ari's wandering lips and hands and if he'd tease you in more ways than one tonight or purposefully make you wait - or beg - for him to ruin you.

When Ari finally opens the door, he almost does a double take. His eyes are glued to the hem of your skirt, showing off the tops of your thighs. You can't complain, your eyes are glued to his body too; his tight white t-shirt that wraps around each muscle and his grey sweatpants that have a definite outline of his cock.

You swallow your drool and clear your throat. Ari blinks back to life and grins at you.

"You look good," he says stepping aside to let you through. You edge past him and peek up to smile coyly.

"Thanks."

"I've set up on the sofa. You want anything to drink?" Ari asks, closing the door and locking it behind him, following you through to the living room. "You can drop your stuff wherever."

"Um, no. I'm good, thanks." You drop your bag at your feet. You're back to standing awkwardly again, playing with the hem of your skirt, trying to think of how to start.

Ari walks past you to his sofa and throws himself back into a relaxed position, his eyes never leaving yours; his long legs spread open wide. As he'd said, there's a lighter, some papers, an ashtray and a small bag of pre-ground pot lined up next to him.

Ready for you.

"Alright then, let's get started." He says voice low, patting one of his thighs. "C'mere pretty girl. Show me what you've learned."

You inch towards him, letting his hands find your hips and guide you backwards onto his lap. His hands are warm as they run over your skirt, nudging your legs to straddle over his knees, spreading you open to the living room before you. You gasp quietly, shifting against his large, hard cock against your ass as Ari pulls you backwards, pressing your back into his firm chest. Your heart beats so fast it's almost non-existent; you'd wanted to be ruined and it looked like Ari had been on the same wavelength too. You can feel your pussy gush with need as you try to keep your breathing steady when the small baggy and papers are waved in front of your face.

"Roll us a joint, baby." Ari purrs, his breath fanning against your neck, making you shiver. Blushing, you take the weed and papers, balancing them precariously in your lap as you make up the joint and letting Ari's hands run up and down the expanse of your thighs with ghost-like touches.

"You're so good at that now." He praises, his chin digs a little into your shoulder as he watches you roll the joint. "Such a fast learner."

"Mm." You hum, jumping when his fingers dip under your hem and trace patterns against your inner thigh. Your clit throbs as Ari chuckles, his fingers inching higher but stopping before they're right where you want them to be. "Had a good teacher."

"Stop rolling." Ari commands gently, and you turn to look at him ready to stick your tongue out.

"Ah-ah." Ari shakes his head with a smirk. "I'm not gonna seal it with that. Not when I have you sitting in my lap like this."

Before you can ask what he means, his fingers dip under the material of your thong and run the length of your already-silky folds making you stiffen and bite down onto your lips to keep a pornographic moan from spilling out. Your walls pulse as Ari's nimble fingers work at your clit gathering more of your arousal before removing them entirely, leaving you to whimper pathetically at the loss.

He runs his wet fingers along the bare edge of the joint before cleaning them up with swift licks of his tongue.

"That's the good stuff," he rumbles. "Seal it over."

You do as he says, your brain clouding with lust as his other hand squeezes your thigh like a brand.

"Put it in my mouth, honey." Ari parts his lips for you to gently place the joint between his lips. The lighter flickers to life with one firm stroke from Ari's thumb and he raises it to the end of the joint, taking two quick inhales until the embers glow before tossing the lighter aside again.

You watch closely as he takes a long drag, moving the joint between his fingers as he swallows the smoke and then blows out two smoke rings. You squint at the sting of the smoke but can still make out Ari's smirk.

"Tastes fuckin' good." He teases, making your cheeks go more red. "Go on, take a hit."

He holds the blunt to your lips and you tentatively take a drag, coughing a little as you try to mimic him swallowing the smoke. Ari snorts at your attempt and kisses your nose, making your heart flutter incessantly.

"Good but you can do better." He holds the blunt steady for you. "I want you to take some long drags while I fuck your sweet little pussy okay? Long drags - and hold that smoke for five seconds each time."

You gasp at his words and nod firmly, taking the blunt end between your lips as Ari reaches under you to pull his cock free of his sweats. You can feel the a delicious squeeze around nothing as Ari runs the tip of his cock over the flimsy material of your thong before yanking it to the side. His cock is as big as you'd seen through his sweats, but there's a scalding heat to it as he taps the head against your clit, making you almost whine out your exhale of smoke one two seconds too early.

"Now, to me." He leans over your shoulder, lips parted and you immediately let him him take a drag of the joint. He shifts you in his lap, sighing out his smoke as he slides his cock into you, impaling you onto him. His hands hold your hips in place as he leans back into the pliant leather, groaning loudly as your walls clench around him to accommodate to his size.

"Shit, baby girl," he huffs. "You're fuckin' perfect."

You puff out what little smoke you managed to breathe in, moaning loudly instead as Ari bounces you on his cock. You're leaning back enough to be able to see exactly what he's doing; ramming his cock so far into your pussy his balls smack against you. Your toes curl and your thighs start to strain under the pressure of being stretched wide over his legs.

You try to take more drags but you're interrupted by your own moans and the mess Ari is making of your pussy already. Your walls milk his hard cock and you could swear for a second you saw stars as a familiar tightening in your abdomen signals a fast-approaching orgasm.

"Ari," you pant squeak his name as your pussy clamps around him, the wet sounds becoming louder and louder. "I think- hng - I think I'm gonna cum."

"I know sweetheart, I can feel that tight pussy squeezing me." Ari's fingers press into your hips as his pace continues, a loud groan erupting from his throat. "Take another drag for me first."

You suck on the joint hanging loosely between your fingers, taking a long gulp of smoke.

"Look at me." Ari growls out, a hand sneaking further around your waist and lower. As your eyes lock with his, his fingers find your clit, sending sparks across every nerve in your body. A smug grin crosses Ari's face as your eyes flutter and a moan rumbles in your chest before giving you another command, "Blow."

You breathe out the smoke into his face as he breathes it in, your eyes drooping to half-lidded pleasure.

"You look so beautiful doing that." He snatches the joint away from your loose hands and presses it into the ashtray, despite there being plenty left. He catches your curious look and smiles. "I need to focus on you, honey and I don't need you dropping your hard work."

Ari's fingers find your clit again, drawing tight circles as he fucks up into your tight hole. Your pussy spasms and you moan, your arms reaching for something - anything - to keep you steady as he fucks into you harder. The slapping sounds that echo around the room are drowned by your curses and groans as your second orgasm draws closer.

"You're doing so good for me, sweetheart." Ari murmurs into your ear. "Just knew I'd like you. 'M gonna enjoy having you around to fuck and fill-" Ari's words are cut off by a short grunt, followed closely by quick gasps for air as he cums inside your shuddering pussy. You follow suit, heaving for breaths as you gush over his cock again.

"Stay right there," He urges softly, pulling you against his chest. Slipping his softening cock from you and placing kisses against your neck, he murmurs "I'm not quite done with you yet."

One had runs fingers along your slit, jumping between teasing your oversensitive nerves to pushing his cum back into your leaking hole. With his other, he hands you the lighter before picking up the blunt again and holding it to you to light for him. Your hands shake as you reach over to light it, your poor legs convulsing over his as he strums your messy cunt without a care in the world.

"That's my good girl." Ari presses feather-light kisses against your shoulder and you whimper, trying to focus on lighting the lighter. You flick at the metal furiously and on your fourth attempt, a flame flickers to life and Ari lights his joint in the flame before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke away from your face. He looks like a dragon hoarding his treasure; smoke billowing from him as you turn in his lap and bundle closer, dripping all over him.

Ari watches you with a warm grin plastered to his face, his eyes are glassy, red rimmed and a little puffy as he offers you a drag. It's a small drag, no coughing or sputtering this time, but the weed seems to be taking effect because your body sways and you can't stop smiling up at him. Ari only laughs and urges you to lie further on top of him, running a large warm hand up and down the length of your back.

"You should wear skirts more often, sweetheart." He rumbles, taking another drag, his softening cock twitches against your bare pussy and you sigh with delight. "Although, this one might be ruined by the time I'm finished with you."

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The Spare

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Summary: When Princess Rosie unexpectedly is thrust into a political tour of the country, a working-class Air Force Captain is assigned to be her pilot. Although the princess is unhappy about the decision, she realizes she’s stepping into unknown territory when the unexpected happens

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By @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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The loud applause echoed off the high ceilings of the historic hall as Rosie stepped back from the microphone, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. The speech she’d just given wasn’t like the countless amount of speeches she’d delivered the past four years written by the palace—stoic, strong, not one word misspoken or anything less than perfect. This speech was different because it was hers. Every word, every phrase, and every heartfelt sentiment had come from her. She had taken one look at the polished, impersonal speech her advisors had handed her and decided enough was enough.

The crowd’s reaction was immediate and overwhelming. Rosie saw their faces—some smiling, some teary-eyed, but all of them captivated. She had spoken about the challenges people faced, about resilience and hope, and most importantly, about how she felt about the country and her strong sense of duty to help unite the country during this uncertain time. It had been so many years since she’d spoken her own words, having been beaten down the palace for too long after she had made headline after headline in her younger years and once she stepped into James’ shoes, she knew it was a losing battle and she had to hold the party line.

But something in her had changed. For years, she’d been told to keep her head down, to fit into the mold James had made. She had tried—God, had she tried. But it had left her feeling hollow, like she’d lost pieces of herself along the way. But there had been moments on this tour that a specific captain had helped to bring some of that spunk and sparkle back out of her, reminding Rosie that she had just simply had enough. She couldn’t keep wearing this heavy mask anymore… but that didn’t mean she hadn’t been nervous as hell.

The applause and expressions of each person in the room had helped to make her breathe a sigh of relief but as she turned to step off the stage, her eyes instinctively searched for one face in particular. Chris stood at the edge of the room, arms at his sides, his posture as steady as ever. But his face wasn’t stoic now. His lips curved into a small smile, his eyes carrying a glint of pride. Rosie felt her heart skip, but she shook the thought away, focusing instead on the wave of adrenaline coursing through her.

An ear to ear smile was plastered on her face the entire time she slowly worked through the room as the event went on, Rosie fulfilling her duty to make her way to shake hands and chat with all of the people in the room. Normally she had dreaded these moments, each of them draining so much from her, but this time it felt different. She felt a little more confident, empowered and more like herself.

The second that she could pull away though, she slipped into a side room when she caught a glimpse of Annie waiting for her in the corner of the green room. Her younger sister had been allowed to join her for the day, a rare treat for both of them. Rosie beamed as she walked over, pulling Annie into a tight hug.

“I’m so glad you were able to be here, Annie, even if it’s just for the day,” Rosie said, her voice warm and light.

“I am too. I miss you, Rosie,” Annie replied, squeezing her tightly before stepping back.

Rosie laughed softly, her nerves finally starting to ease. “Hopefully, when this tour is over, I’ll actually get time to come visit you at uni.”

“I’d love that,” Annie said with a grin. Then her expression softened as she added, “I think you’re going to make quite a splash with that speech you gave.”

Rosie chuckled, a genuine, lighthearted laugh bubbling out of her. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll be hearing about it from the palace.”

Annie blinked in surprise at her sister’s tone, then broke into a grin. “Now there’s my sister. I haven’t seen her in a long time.”

Rosie tilted her head, the smile still on her face. “What do you mean by that?”

Annie hesitated for a moment, her gaze searching Rosie’s. Then she said plainly, “I just mean you haven’t really…been yourself the past couple of years.”

Rosie’s smile faltered. She knew her sister was right, but hearing it so plainly struck a chord deep inside her. A heavy sadness crept up on her, wrapping around the edges of her heart. She could feel the weight of the past few years pressing down on her—the weariness of trying to be something she wasn’t, of hiding the parts of herself that didn’t fit the royal mold. Her spunkiness, her humor, her heart-on-her-sleeve nature—all of it had been tucked away in favor of a stoic facade that pleased the palace but slowly chipped away at who she truly was.

“It’s kind of hard to be when people are constantly reminding you that the way you are inherently isn’t good enough,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Annie’s face softened. “I know,” she said gently. “But my sister wouldn’t have really cared what they thought if she knew she was doing the right thing.”

Rosie’s lips pressed together as she looked at her sister, the wheels in her mind turning. Finally, she asked, “Annie, why are you bringing this all up today?”

“Because today, I got to see the old Rosie back,” Annie said, her voice filled with warmth. “I got to hear your voice up there giving that speech. I got to see you really connecting with people and laughing and being expressive. I got to see your sparkle back, and that makes me so happy.”

Rosie’s heart ached at her sister’s words. “It was the first time I’ve felt like myself,” she admitted softly.

“And that showed,” Annie said, her tone encouraging. “You’ve gotten pretty good at hiding your emotions, but I feel like I got to see them all today…especially after your speech.”

“Probably because I was about to fall over in shock that people clapped so loudly for it,” Rosie said, her lips curving into a small smile.

Annie laughed, then tilted her head with a mischievous grin. “I’m surprised you even noticed people were clapping with the way you were looking at a certain captain…”

Rosie rolled her eyes, though a blush crept up her cheeks. “I wasn’t looking just at Chris.”

“Yeah, you were,” Annie said with a knowing laugh. “I don’t blame you, though. He’s gorgeous.”

Rosie shook her head, laughing despite herself. But Annie’s words stayed with her, warming something inside her that had felt cold for far too long.

Once the crowd had finally dispersed, and Rosie felt the weight of the evening beginning to lift. She lingered near the doorway of the green room, the soft hum of conversation fading into the distance as staff and dignitaries made their exits. Annie walked beside her, their steps slowing as the quiet of the building setted around them like a warm cocoon.

“I needed this,” Rosie admitted softly, her gaze flicking to her sister. “Having you here, I mean. It’s been…a long tour.”

Annie tilted her head, giving her a small, knowing smile. “You’re doing amazing, though. That speech? That was a side of you I haven’t seen in way too long.”

Rosie’s lips curved into a faint smile as they continued down the hallway, the marbled floors reflecting the soft light from the ornate chandeliers above. The weight of her sister’s words still lingered in her heart.

They turned into one of the quieter rooms just off the main corridor, a space where Rosie could finally breathe. The room was simple but elegant, with plush seating and a large window overlooking the city’s twinkling lights. It felt like a moment stolen out of time—just her and Annie, a rare break from the chaos of her royal obligations.

As Rosie perched on the edge of a nearby armchair, Annie set her leather tote bag down on the table and began rummaging through it.

“I almost forgot—I brought this for you,” Annie said suddenly, her tone light but her smile carrying a hint of excitement.

Rosie raised a brow, her curiosity piqued as Annie pulled out a perfectly wrapped box. “And before you even start, don’t argue with me. Just open it.”

Rosie narrowed her eyes, a smile already tugging at her lips. “I wasn’t going to argue,” she said lightly, though they both knew better. Setting the box down on the table, she peeled back the wrapping and lifted the lid. The second she saw what was inside, she gasped. “Annie! This is gorgeous!”

Nestled in the box was a sleek film camera that Rosie picked up carefully, letting her fingers trace the smooth metal and textured leather accents.

“I know this tour hasn’t been easy,” Annie said, watching her sister’s reaction with a soft smile. “But I thought maybe you could use it to capture some of the good moments.”

Rosie’s throat tightened as she hugged the camera to her chest. Then, without hesitation, she stepped forward and wrapped Annie in a tight embrace. “This is the sweetest gift. Thank you, Annie.”

Annie returned the hug with equal warmth, and when they finally pulled apart, Rosie found herself smiling for what felt like the first time all day—a real, unguarded smile.

Before either of them could say more, a firm knock sounded against the open door. Chris leaned in, his hand still resting on the doorframe. He offered an apologetic smile.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said, his voice gentle but steady. “But it’s time to wrap up. The team’s ready when you are, Ro.”

Rosie nodded, her gaze meeting his for a fleeting moment. “Thanks, Chris. We’ll be out in just a second.”

Chris nodded once, stepping back into the hallway and letting the door swing partially shut behind him.

When Rosie turned back to Annie, she immediately noticed the mischievous grin spreading across her sister’s face.

“What?” Rosie asked suspiciously.

“Ro?” Annie teased, tilting her head.

Rosie rolled her eyes, though she could feel heat creeping up her neck. “Don’t start.”

“Don’t start?” Annie countered with mock incredulity. “Your entire staff calls you Princess or Your Royal Highness. Your friends call you Rosalie. Only people who are really close to you call you Rosie. And now your very attractive pilot calls you Ro?”

“It’s just the way Chris is,” Rosie said with a shrug, trying to sound casual.

“Mhmm.” Annie crossed her arms, her smirk firmly in place. “You don’t think there’s anything significant about it?”

“Not at all,” Rosie said, adjusting the strap of the camera like it was the most interesting thing in the room.

Annie just smiled at her before shrugging, “Fine. I’ll drop it…for now.”

Rosie laughed and gave her sister a playful shove toward the door. “Alright, time for you to go before you embarrass me any further.”

As Annie gathered her coat and bag, she turned back one last time. “You know, I really love seeing you like this, Rosie. Happy. And even if you won’t admit it, I think I have a certain Captain to thank for part of that.”

Rosie could only roll her eyes again as Annie left the room, the teasing lilt of her voice still ringing in her ears. Left alone, she glanced down at the camera in her hands, her mind replaying the warmth in Chris’s voice when he’d said her name.

And just for a moment, she let herself smile.

The door swung behind the last of the lower-level staffers as they quickly exited the room, having been beckoned by Thomas and Arthur, his junior security, to do so. Her arms crossed over her chest, feeling the tension ripple from her head to her toes as her jaw set anxiously.

“Your Royal Highness,” Thomas began, pausing momentarily as they met the other’s eyes. His brows furrowed as he looked over her, and she felt herself wanting to shrink under his beady stare. “While we appreciate your... enthusiasm during today’s address, we must discuss the deviations from the prepared remarks.”

Rosie forced her shoulders back and her chin to rise, a defiant feeling stirring in her. She had taken this narrative without argument for far too long, and was reminded of Annie’s words and compliments. She knew she did the right thing, even if the palace was too dense to realize. “I thought the speech I gave resonated better with the audience. The one the palace provided didn’t feel genuine.”

“Genuine,” he repeated, lips pursed as though the word tasted sour. “It is not the role of the monarchy to be genuine, Your Royal Highness. It is to be consistent. To preserve tradition.”

“I think it’s healthy for people to see the monarchy as human. They want to feel like the monarchy truly cares about them and understands what they feel,” Rosie firmly said, her eyes staying on Thomas.

“It is precisely that humanity, Your Highness, that leads to destabilization. You are a symbol, not an individual.”

The words hit her like a slap in the face. Not an individual.

Rosie wanted to argue, to tell them they were wrong, but she could feel the weight of their judgment pressing down on her. They weren’t just critiquing her speech; they were reminding her that she was never allowed to be herself.

“I think the monarchy needs to start adapting and listening to what the people want or we simply aren’t going to serve a purpose anymore,” she rebutted, but even she could tell that the words shook in the wake of that jab.

“With all due respect, I don’t think that’s for you to decide Princess,” Thomas answered, and her heart sank with the soft chuckles that escaped many of the top-level staffers around the room.

Rosie ran a hand down her blazer, trying to buy time as she smoothed a non-existent wrinkle from the pristinely-pressed fabric. “If I’m the one who’s upholding it, then I think it is.”

Thomas’ eyes narrowed as he looked at her, and this time it was Arthur who spoke up. “This is not a discussion about what you think is best. Your role is to follow the guidelines set forth by the institution. The monarchy has thrived for centuries because it does not bend to the whims of the moment,” he informed her, his voice like nails on a chalkboard even at the best of times to Rosie, let alone now.

“And I think that’s why it feels so out of touch now,” she all but pleaded, however she willed her voice to not sound desperate and vulnerable. Instead, she forced her tone to remain even, strong, and steadfast as she insisted, “The world has changed. People have changed. If we can’t change with them, we’ll be left behind.”

“This is not a debate, Your Highness. The Crown must remain above such sentiments. You represent stability, not controversy. You’ve already put too much personality and your own thoughts into the monarchy in the past and we aren’t going to see that happen again.”

The words hit her like a blow to the chest, knocking the air out of her. She swore she could never do anything right in their eyes, whether it was the way she wore flats underneath a long dress after weeks of the highest heels aching her feet, or the way they criticized the smiles they trained her to always have glued to her face. She could never win, and it was starting to bring her down in a way that seemingly enjoyed.

But she vowed to herself that she wouldn’t back down. This was too important to her, and it seemed like the build up of many years of struggle between the palace staffers and herself. If anything, she’d promised to herself to fight for the chance to keep what little individuality and autonomy she had amongst this dour institution. “I stand by what I said. If we want to truly serve the people, then we have to show them that we care—not just with words, but with actions. That’s what I believe, and that’s the kind of leader I want to be.”

“You’re not the head of your monarchy, your father is King and Prince James is the heir apparent so they are the leaders,” Thomas reminded her, amusement flickering in his eyes as she huffed a sigh. “While you’re stepping in James’ role, you need to follow in his ways, not yours.”

“Well I’m not James,” she muttered, hating the constant comparison to the golden heir. She swore nothing she did would ever be sufficient in their eyes, and it wasn’t because of James. It was because he’d been molded from a very young age to be the perfect ruler one day, whereas she was only trained up to a certain degree just enough to be able to step in if need be. She was never good enough, and would never be, not unless she had been the eldest.

“You certainly are not.”

The words echoed in Rosie’s mind as she left the room, refusing to look them in the eyes as Arthurt told her that her father would be calling in the morning to go over things with her. She headed up the stairwell hastily, heading to her quarters to change out of the clothing from the event and into something more comfortable. She debated staying in her room for the rest of the night, but the balcony across the hall from her room was calling her, almost incessantly.

The late evening air felt cool against Rosie’s flushed cheeks as she stepped out onto the private balcony, her arms wrapped around herself. The city lights glittered in the distance, their soft glow contrasting with the chaos still swirling in her mind. The conversation with the advisors played on a loop in her head, each word a reminder of how trapped she felt in the role she hadn’t asked for.

She let out a long breath, resting her hands on the stone balustrade, staring out at the skyline as if it could offer her answers. The soft sound of footsteps behind her broke her thoughts, and she didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“For being on my security team, you’re not good at sneaking up on me,” she murmured. She felt her cheeks warm at the soft chuckle that escaped him as the door shut quietly, leaving them alone on the balcony.

His steps drew closer as he came to stand next to her, leaning as his arms rested on the railing. “I’m a pilot, we’re better at showing off,” he shrugged, and she could see the wry grin that spread across his face as she turned to look at him.

“So I’ve noticed,” Rosie murmured, feeling some tension begin to leave her body at his company.

They fell silent for several moments, just staring out at the sky beyond them. It was comfortable, and far more peaceful than most of the evening had felt for her. Chris dropped his head staring out at the grounds below before turning to look at her and asked, “Rough meeting?”

“Let’s just say I’ve been thoroughly reminded of my place after giving a speech that I wrote myself rather than the one they fed me that only succeeds in making everyone feel like they’re going to fall asleep,” she explained with only a small roll of her eyes. She paused, then waved her hand as she added, “And now I’m pretty sure they think I’m going to single-handedly bring down the monarchy with my ‘radical’ ideas about being human.”

His eyebrows shot up, his jaw dropping. “Radical ideas like caring about people?” He repeated, incredulously and disbelievingly.

“Exactly,” she agreed, relieved he saw the hypocrisy in their words. She shook her head, rhetorically asking, “Can you imagine? A royal showing emotion? Connecting with the people? Truly scandalous.”

He laughed, but while the sound had quickly become one of her favorites lately, it did nothing to distract her from the insecurity rising within her. At every turn, she was badgered for the tiniest of choices, no matter what she did. It felt like she could never win, and while Rosie had struggled with this for years, the true weight of this burden was starting to be too much for her to carry alone.

“It’s not just about the speech,” she told Chris, her voice quiet and quivering with the admission. “It’s everything. The way they look at me, the way they talk to me… it’s like I’m not even a person to them. Just some symbol. A walking, talking portrait of the monarchy. But I can’t do it anymore, Chris. I can’t keep pretending to be someone I’m not. No matter what I do, I’m just a poor substitute for James.”

“You’re not just the spare, Ro. Not to the people who really matter,” he told her earnestly, and while she knew that must be true, it didn’t help when her entire world revolved around that simple fact.

She turned, looking helplessly into his deep blue eyes, searching for something to grasp onto within them. “Then why does it feel like that’s all I’ll ever be? Like no matter what I do, it’ll never be enough for them?” She asked him hopelessly.

“Who are they?” Chris quietly asked.

“The palace. The institution. The ones who run every moment of my life.”

“Fuck them,” he told her quickly, causing her to sigh and roll her eyes. She felt, again, that no one could ever understand the struggle of being in this position, not unless they too were, but Chris rushed to explain, “No, I’m serious, fuck them and what they say Rosie. The speeches you normally give couldn’t be more aloof and out of touch. They sound like every other canned thing that royals say that make all of us roll our eyes.”

She was completely silent as she listened to him go on, “You want to know why you’re so popular with average people, Rosie? Because you used to sound like us. You would give speeches that came from your heart and you meant the things you said. You were someone everyone felt like they could relate to, not some girl with a silver spoon in her mouth. People want who you are. They want your individuality. They want Rosie.”

At that moment, it almost felt like someone was speaking a foreign language to her. Never in her life had Rosie ever heard someone say something even remotely similar to the words she just heard. In fact, she had just heard the opposite and had been hearing that same sentiment over the years. She couldn’t even count the times she had been in a closed room, a small group of grey haired men telling her in detail all the ways she had gone wrong, misrepresented the royal family, and just all in all wasn’t who they really wanted. She was too opinionated, showed too much emotion, wrote the wrong things, was too soft, she was just too… wrong.

She wasn’t stupid and certainly was well aware of the headlines that celebrated the people’s princess. She knew there were crowds of people at the events she was at, the thousands of letters she received from the public each week, and how the popularity of the royal family had soared since she came into the public eye but that seemed to only make it worse. It felt like the more she made headlines and the more the public became fans of hers, the more criticism from the palace, and her father, she got.

And now, now when she had decided she was going to take back some of that control and actually say what she wanted to say, yet again she had been berated for it. She was reminded that she was a square peg in a round hole that just never seemed to fit. But right now, hearing from someone who had grown up as a normal person and chosen to dedicate his life to serving the country she represented, that people wanted her for almost more than her brain could process.

“Being me is what’s gotten me into trouble,” she admitted in a small, wavering voice.

“Maybe with some stuffy old guys who have been locked in that palace for a helluva long time, but trust me, that’s not what everyone else thinks,” Chris challenged her.

“I just don’t understand why the public can think one thing and literally everyone at the palace tells me the complete opposite," she was exhausted from the seemingly endless debate that had quite literally ruled most of her life.

“Because they’re wrong,” he said simply, his tone firm and unwavering. “You don’t need their approval to be enough. You already are. And that speech you gave today?” He shook his head slightly, a faint smile touching his lips. “It was the best thing I’ve heard in years. You didn’t just speak—you connected. You reminded people why they care about the monarchy in the first place. That’s something no one else could’ve done.”

Rosie stared at him, his words sinking deeper than she wanted to admit. “You really think that?”

“I know it,” he said, holding her gaze. “And I think you know it too.”

She exhaled shakily, the tension in her shoulders easing just a bit. “It’s just... exhausting, you know? Fighting them all the time, feeling like I’m shouting into a void. Some days, I don’t even know why I bother.”

Chris’s expression softened even further, and for a moment, he hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. Then he said, “You bother because you care. Because you want to make a difference. That’s what makes you you, Rosie. That’s what people love you for.”

She bit her lower lip as she struggled, taking his words in earnestly. Feeling the weight of his gaze on her, she moved her eyes from the stone floor beneath their feet to meet his. “Maybe you should be the ones writing my speeches,” she suggested, only half-kidding.

The corners of his lips turned, first moving to a grin before they reached a smirk. “I’m too busy flying your plane and kicking your ass in tennis,” he reminded her.

Rosie felt the tension leave her body, knowing his earlier words were right. But this, this joking, playful banter was exactly what she needed, and she knew Chris knew it just as much as she. “I don’t remember the latter being in your job description,” she murmured, shifting her weight between her feet as she snuck a glance onto the quiet grounds below.

“I threw that in for free,” he shot back, and her breath threatened to hitch at the hidden meaning beneath those words.

The one that seemed dangerous. Like she should lock it in a box and leave it in the middle of a lake, never to be touched for fear of ruining it. Of ruining him.

But her racing mind seemed to be of no concern to Chris, his tall frame moving to lean against the railing. He was silent, as if he was leaving her to her thoughts, in a way that was supportive even without words being spoken.

“Thank you, Chris,” Rosie told him, the words practically trembling as they left her, her voice just barely loud enough for him to hear.

“For what?”

Rosie paused, looking sideways at him, seeing his sweet, sincere expression, the one that would read as insincere on any other person in this building. Yet without hesitation, she knew just how honest it was. She was struck at how easy it was for him to be like this, to never waver from his morals. “For being here. For making me feel like…I matter.”

“You do matter, Rosie,” his brows furrowed as he whispered, face screwing up as though the idea, the mere implication of something otherwise disgusted him. As she nodded, feeling the warmth of comfort within those words cascade over her. He gave a pleased look at the shift in her expression, nodding to her as a wide, sideways grin appeared on his face. “And I don’t want to see you let those men in grey take away the incredible moment you had today.”

But suddenly, Rosie wasn’t here on this balcony, the early spring chill sending goosebumps down her arms with the odd breeze. She was far younger, in her room, back where she first saw that smile.

Rosie was seventeen, her textbooks and notes scattered across the floor of her sitting room. The muffled hum of voices from the garden below barely registered as she worked through her history essay, her focus half-hearted at best. But then, a burst of laughter broke through the stillness, drawing her attention to the window.

Peering out, she saw James and his best friend—Chris. They were jogging back toward the palace, drenched in sweat, their hair sticking to their foreheads as they grinned at each other. A soccer ball was tucked under James’s arm, and Chris’s jersey was slung over his shoulder, leaving his toned, sun-kissed arms and chest exposed.

She knew Chris had been coming around more often—James had talked about him endlessly. His friend from school, the one who was training to join the Air Force, the one who always had James’s back. Rosie had seen him in passing a handful of times, but this was the first time she really noticed him.

He was gorgeous. There was no other way to put it. With his strong jawline, easy smile, and natural confidence, Chris was... distracting and unlike anyone else she’d seen before.

As they neared the side entrance of the palace, she heard James groan dramatically. “Mate, you stink. I’m serious. You need a shower before anyone lets you back in here.”

Chris laughed, shoving James lightly in the shoulder. “You’re one to talk. I’m pretty sure your royal sweat is worse than mine.”

Rosie couldn’t help but smile at the easy banter between them, but her eyes stayed glued to Chris. He didn’t look like anyone else in the palace—he was casual, unpolished, and radiated an effortless charm that contrasted so sharply with the buttoned-up world she lived in.

Before they disappeared inside, Chris glanced up at her window. For a second, their eyes met. She froze, unsure if he had actually noticed her or if it was just a coincidence.

And then, he smiled.

It wasn’t flirtatious or self-assured, but kind and warm, as if to say, ‘Hi, I see you.’

Her cheeks burned, and she ducked away from the window, her heart racing.

“Oh my god,” she blurted, jaw dropping and eyes widening.

Chris’ grin dropped, straightening up as he quickly glanced around, seemingly worried that something had happened, or perhaps someone had seen the two. “What?” He asked, repeating it again when she didn’t answer quickly enough.

“I remember you,” Rosie told him, reaching her hand out to grasp his arm. He couldn’t have remembered, it was the slightest - the smallest - interaction amongst the busiest times in their lives - with Chris in University and Rosie pulling double duty with school and Royal Duties. “We’ve met before!”

But it was Rosie’s turn to be surprised as he laughed, his opposite hand moving to scratch the back of his head absentmindedly. “Yeah a few times actually,” he informed her.

She was torn. Torn between the admission that he remembered meeting her several times, none of which she remembered, and wanting to laugh. She felt like an absolute idiot and an asshole for not remembering something like this, not remembering the laugh she’d come to love hearing, the winks he shot her throughout the day, and just Chris. She wanted nothing more to apologize, feeling awful for not remembering something he so clearly did, but the laughter that escaped him, the unrestrained, uncontrollable, full-body laughter that escaped him, that he kept just quiet enough to not draw any attention to the balcony, kept her from letting the ‘You are an idiot!’ side from winning.

“You remember meeting me?” She finally asked, her hand twitching with a want to slide up and hold his bicep. She quickly dropped it from his arm, putting it back on the railing as she leaned her hip against it.

Chris scoffed, as if the idea was preposterous. “Of course I do,” he replied.

Her brows furrowed and her head tilted to the side, studying his expression. He wasn’t mad, that much was obvious to her. He wasn’t upset. He wasn’t…. Anything. And that was the issue, she couldn’t read him, and if it was the years of training, the years and years he spent learning to push aside his emotions for duty - something she knew all too well - that gave him that ability, she’d never be able to tell. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She finally asked, her voice soft as she anxiously picked a cuticle, knowing her manicurist would chastise her later for it.

A sheepish look appeared on Chris’ face and he shrugged, but his voice was anything but embarrassed as he admitted, “Well with how many people you meet in a week, I didn’t expect you to remember and I didn’t want to make you feel bad.”

Rosie nodded slowly, still wishing he had reminded her. For so long, she had resented the fact that he was another outsider, another person with no connection to her beyond James - like so many before.

But now? Now she felt like memories were coming back in waves, with ten more coming to the surface and settling in her mind to digest, just before a new set came crashing in. Chris and James watching movies at the upcountry estate, laughter echoing through the halls as Rosie practiced piano with her instructor. Chris spending the first night of school holidays in James’ quarters before heading back home for the remainder. Rosie watching James’ university soccer match, walking side by side with the exhausted Chris and James back to their dorm afterwards.

“I’m surprised you remember,” she whispered to him, knowing all those memories would have been locked away in her mind forever, stuck down endless corridors until someone - Chris - could have reminded her of them, could have given her the key to remembering, if he ever would be able to in that world.

But for as often as she had been surprised by herself and Chris today, there seemed to be one last one for the night. “It’s not everyday I meet someone like you,” he told her, and it was enough to feel as though the wind got knocked out of her. It was hidden behind the simplest of words. The most innocent, and yet, it meant more than she could have ever hoped and dreamed.

Chris simply smiled at Rosie before he bid her a goodnight, and she bit back the selfish protest that threatened to rise as he slipped through the door back inside, heading down the hallway. She couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help any of it. She had tried to fight it - fight all of this - for so long, and yet here she was. Completely and utterly in the palm of his hand. And worst of all?

She never would deserve something like Chris. She could never - not this kind, smart, man, who would likely run back to his Air Force role as soon as the plane touched back down and she returned to the capital of Ellington.

He was here for duty and a favor. She was here as an unwilling Royal, destined for a life of handshakes and kind, fake smiles while he had his head in the clouds.

With a sigh, Rosie pushed herself off the railing, heading back inside and down the hall to her quarters. The door shut soundly behind herself as she sighed again, running a frustrated hand through her blonde hair.

She was so stupid to let herself get so comfortable with Chris. What chance did she really have with him? The thoughts raced through her mind as she tied her hair back, washing her face clear of the usual makeup she’d had applied for the event earlier that night.

Only this time, one pushed to the forefront of her mind. He was there. He had, as she just remembered, always been there. No matter where she ran into him over the years, she couldn’t help but realize that his smile, while virtually ever-present, had changed. It had grown…. Softer. More comfortable and more relaxed as the tour had progressed, even when compared to what she remembered from years ago.

She wasn’t the only one that had changed during this tour. And she wanted to kick herself for only just now realizing this.

With a decisive look in the mirror, Rosie slipped a jacket over her shoulders and her shoes back onto her feet, she headed back out of the door. Letting her feet carry her, she moved quickly through the otherwise quiet estate, ignoring the few guards she saw relaxing and enjoying the quiet evening.

She turned the corner, counting the doors until she reached her final destination. With a bite of her lower lip, her hand hesitated momentarily, before quickly rapping on the door.

She could hear movement from within the room, knowing that her intrusion was unexpected. Footsteps shuffled closer, before the handle clicked and the door swung open.

“Rosie?” Chris asked, his hand moving to pass through his rumpled brown hair. She gave him a sheepish look, enjoying the sight of him in his sweatpants and wrinkled tee - for once, he looked comfortable in this big estate. “What’s going on?”

“What makes you think something is going on?” Rosie bit back, a smirk on her lips.

“Because you’re standing outside my door in the middle of the night looking like you’re up to no good,” Chris replied easily, but the soft look in his eyes matched the grin on his face.

Rosie leaned against the door, shrugging slightly as her hands fiddled with the worn hem of her baggy sweatshirt. “I just wanted to see if you wanted to go get ice cream?” She asked, her voice hopeful, almost afraid of his rejection.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head at her as he sarcastically said, “What? You need an escort to go to the kitchen now?”

“I’m not going to the kitchen, I want to go downtown. I’m sneaking out,” she informed him, dropping her hands from the hem of her sweatshirt as she stood up straighter. “Are you in?”

She saw the curiosity peak in his eyes - the flash of desire to jump in headfirst with her. But he couldn’t let her win too quickly. “Sneaking out with the princess? I could lose my job for that, ya know?” He told her with an overexaggerated sigh.

Rosie couldn’t help but play along in this little game they had. She couldn’t tell you when it started, when it took off, but she was grasping onto it tightly with both hands, trying to keep it close. “Then I’ll just make sure you get hired back,” she retorted with a wink.

Chris’ eyes narrowed at her and they were both quiet for a few beats. “What kind of ice cream are we talking about, here?” He finally asked her with another sigh, leaning his shoulder against the door.

Her eyebrow arched sharply, mulling over what may be the thing to tip him onto her side. “I’ll buy you whatever kind you want,” she offered, even though it was already her plan.

“Well I guess I can’t refuse that,” he sighed after a moment, shaking his head with a soft grin. He looked into her eyes, raised a single brow at her and asked, “So how are you planning on getting out of here without getting tailed by your security?”

“I have a plan…” she said, nodding her head to the window behind him.

“You’re kidding,” he began with a sharp intake of breath, grabbing her arm when she made a move to walk into the room. His voice dropped lower, almost as if he was worried someone may hear them, “Ro, this is the third floor.”

She tried to shrug him off, but couldn’t help the way goosebumps peppered her skin at his touch. “There’s a trellis, it’ll be easy to just climb down,” she reminded him, nodding her head as if to reassure him.

“Absolutely not.”

Rosie leveled him with a look, her head tilted. “C’mon, it’s nothing I haven’t done before,” she shot back, knowing

“I wholeheartedly believe that,” he told her, his voice still low but without a trace of disbelief. His hand didn’t move off her hand, if anything, his grip tightened, causing her heart to race. “But I’m still not about to have you break your neck for ice cream.”

With a deep sigh, she looked up at him through her eyelashes. “You got a better plan?” She asked.

It was his turn to roll his eyes as he pushed himself off the door, his hand dropping as he moved to get his shoes. “Just about anything I come up with will be better than that,” he told her, tossing the words over his shoulder as he slipped his feet into the sneakers haphazardly.

“Then lead the way, Captain,” she smirked.

She followed him through the estate, through the back corridors and stairwells she’d yet to venture down but he seemed to know like the back of his hand. They had just reached the final hallway when his hand darted backwards towards her, stopping her in her tracks without a word as footsteps drew closer and closer, until the click of a door echoed through the otherwise quiet house. Quickly, they darted out without a second glance, not making a sound until they slipped out of the front gate and made their way towards the nearby town square.

Rosie gave into the temptation to sneak a glance at him, wanting nothing more than to see the sideways, boyish grin on his moonlit face as he laughed. But she hadn’t expected to see his eyes trailed on her as they moved farther from the estate and closer to reality.

The butterflies stayed in her stomach as they reached an ice cream store, drawing her sleeves over her hand as they quickly ordered, paid, and left, strolling the empty streets lazily. Neither of them seemed to want to go back. Neither rushed, neither turned the other back towards the tree-lined street to head back home.

They talked - about what? She couldn’t tell you. Everything under the sun, it seemed. But based on Chris’ expressions, his laughter, and the way his eyes crinkled when he grinned, she knew it wasn’t just her having a good time. When he grabbed her napkins, tossing them in the trash along with his own, she found herself disappointed as they turned onto the tree-lined street. Tonight, this adventure, it felt like medicine to her. She’d been craving something, some anonymity, some normalcy. And slipping out, walking side by side with Chris as they laughed, and not having anyone bat an eye at them in town was therapeutic.

She wasn’t even disappointed when they made it back. If anything, she felt revitalized, refreshed, and eager for more. Being with him felt almost natural, effortless. The two of them, together, moving through the night as if it was meant to be. They snuck back in, retracing their steps without a second thought. As she followed him through the halls, she inhaled deeply, feeling the warmth as their hands brushed.

Rosie felt it coming.

Maybe not tonight, maybe not right now, but at some point, this was always going to happen.

Chris had become… something to her. Someone. Someone steady, someone who didn’t treat her like she was fragile or untouchable. Someone who teased her and laughed with her, who felt like she was real and had actual feelings. Someone who had, without her realizing it, become the person she wanted to turn to when things felt heavy.

And right now, walking beside him through the quiet palace halls, she felt it more than ever.

They’d been flirting for weeks, little things, small moments. A look held too long, a teasing remark with too much weight behind it, the walks he’d join her on or tennis matches he jumped practically headfirst into. But more than that, they had just become close somewhere along the way, Chris had become someone who made her feel normal. And not just normal, enjoyed.

He liked her, and not because he was supposed to, not because she was a princess. He just liked her.

And she was crazy about him.

It was why her heart was racing now, why she felt warm all over as they slowed in front of her door, standing just close enough that their arms brushed.

“Well, Rosie,” Chris said, hands in his pockets, that lazy grin tugging at his lips. “Gotta say, breaking palace protocol for ice cream wasn’t exactly in my job description, but I think I’ll let it slide.”

Rosie smirked, tilting her chin up, “You had fun.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t,” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

The air shifted, the teasing fading into something softer. More charged.

She glanced up at him, heart hammering. He was watching her, that sharp blue gaze flickering over her face like he was committing every detail to memory. The way he looked at her, it made her feel like the most fascinating thing in the world.

Chris liked her. And maybe, just maybe, he was just as crazy about her as she was about him.

Her fingers brushed his forearm, and she felt his muscles tense under her touch.

“Chris,” she said, barely more than a whisper.

That was all it took.

In an instant, his hand was on her waist, pulling her toward him, his other hand sliding up to cup her face, calloused fingers grazing her cheek. Her breath caught, anticipation curling in her stomach and then his lips were on hers.

It wasn’t hesitant. It wasn’t careful. It was everything she had been waiting for, everything she had felt coming, everything that had been building between them.

Chris kissed her like he had been holding back, like the floodgates had finally broken. And Rosie melted into him, her hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer because close wasn’t close enough.

She could feel his heart pounding, could hear the sharp breath he took through his nose before he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. He tasted like vanilla and something warm, something that made her dizzy.

And it felt so good.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling in the space between them.

“Hell,” Chris muttered, his voice rough. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

Rosie swallowed, trying to catch her breath, trying to think through the haze of him, “Why not?”

He let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head slightly. She expected something about duty or royal protocol to come out of his mouth but it surprised her to the core when he just smirked and stated, “Because you’re trouble.”

A slow, knowing smile pulled at her lips, “And yet, here you are.”

Chris exhaled sharply, his hands still lingering on her. But then, finally, he let go, stepping back just slightly, enough to make her ache for him again.

“Go inside, Ro,” he murmured, almost more to himself than her.

She hesitated. Just for a second.

But then she nodded, reaching for the doorknob. Before stepping inside, she looked back at him, her voice softer now. “Goodnight, Chris.”

His lips twitched at the edges, something unreadable in his gaze. “Goodnight, Rosie.”

And as she shut the door behind her, leaning against it, she closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her lips, a breathless smile curling at the edges.

Yeah.

She was completely, hopelessly gone for him.

A/N: THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE! We cannot begin to tell you how much we appreciate it. There has been so much going on and while our brains never stopped thinking of Rosie (seriously, 🌯 listens to the playlist we've made for her nearly daily), we needed time to get this behemoth of a chapter out into the world. We hope it was worth the wait and cannot wait to hear all of your thoughts!

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mischievous-thunder · 5 months ago

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What truly got Johnny killed is his relentless flirting with Wade's Angel Baby

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babyjakes · 1 year ago

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you all over me.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | double penetration

pairing | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader

warnings | dark ddlg dynamic (soft!dark!daddies of captive!little!reader.) dub/non-con. size kink. reader is held down and fucked. stretching. loss of anal virginity. unprotected double penetration (vaginal and anal.) mentions of anal training/stretching/fingering. clit rubbing. crying kink. praise and encouragement. mocking/humiliation. forced orgasm (with implied previous forced orgasms.) overstimulation. they come in her. little bit of aftercare.

word count | 1,386

an | this is written in the same au as clear blue water, with captive!reader and her soft!dark!daddies.

Tears poured down your damp cheeks as your face was tucked into the warm crook of Steve's neck. Arms reaching up weakly, you almost wanted to cling to the safety of his broad form as he lay beneath you, heavy breaths harmonizing with your own.

But that wouldn't do for your daddies- not for either of them. "Come on, babydoll. Where's that pretty face," the blonde crooned as his hips thrust upward over and over, rocking your own. His hands were on your waist, Ari's just above them as both the men worked to keep you upright and in place, their massive lengths pounding into you with steady rhythm.

They had been fucking you like this for what felt like hours, but the sensations of fullness and overstimulation you were experiencing were still just as overwhelming and horrible as when they had first pushed into you. Steve had gone first, both of the men knowing you would tolerate his part better. They were a bit concerned when you were in tears from the vaginal penetration alone, but as usual, they wouldn't be discouraged. As difficult as it was, and as pitiful as you were to watch as you were held down and split open, Ari was eventually able to work himself into you as well.

As they kept their four strong hands on you, working you up and down over their throbbing cocks like nothing more than a fleshlight with a pulse, you honestly couldn't tell which forceful insertion felt worse. It was all blurring together, the world nothing more than a streaky haze through your steady tears. The men shared a sympathetic glance with each other before Steve refocused his attention back on you. "Poor girl," he murmured lowly, bringing a hand up to brush away your tears with his thumb. "Know it's so hard, little one. So hard to take both your daddies' cocks at the same time, isn't it?"

"So full, aren't you, baby?" Ari nodded in agreement, his oversized member stretching your poor little bottom to its absolute limit. Despite the generous amount of lube they'd used and the time they'd spent patiently coaxing your tiny hole open with their greedy fingers, nothing could ease the horrible burning feeling that bloomed through your lower half as you were taken in the ass for the very first time.

"Look so pretty like this, all stretched out stuffed full of us," Steve groaned, his cock twitching so hard within your aching walls that you could feel it, your poor tummy spasming in response. To the man lying comfortably on his back, there had never been a sight quite as beautiful as this: watching from the front as your tiny holes were so helplessly violated, large hands holding you in place and giving you no choice but to sit there and take it, your perky tits bobbing perfectly as your figure was worked at a steady, punishing pace.

And though he couldn't see your chest as well, or the pretty little faces you were making as your body was used and abused so sinfully, Ari's view from behind you wasn't anything to turn his nose up at, either. He loved the way your back arched up as their dicks kept you angled forward towards Steve, your adorable ass bouncing in rhythm as his cock tore into your throbbing, achy hole. He could easily keep you going with just his hands alone; with both him and Steve being so much larger and stronger than you, it wasn't difficult for either one of them to overpower you and allow the other to make better use of a second pair of hands.

Which is just what Steve did as his partner held you up and in place, giving him the signal of a nod. "Go ahead, Stevie. Let's give some attention to that pretty little clit of hers," Ari suggested. Steve spit on his thumb, bringing the other hand down to pull back its protective hood as he smeared the clear wetness all over your poor little bundle of nerves. Your body jerked harshly at the stimulation, but you couldn't do anything to stop them or squirm away; you were completely helpless, having no choice but to let the blonde rub your exposed little nub in quick, harsh circles.

"Please, p-please... n-no!" you choked through your tears as your whole body began to shake with sobs.

"C'mon doll, doesn't that feel good? Know you like it when we pull back the hood and rub you right there, right on your cute little button," Steve frowned and faked worry at your cries, though he and Ari both knew perfectly well the way their actions and words were tormenting you.

"That's right," Ari mused from behind you as he kept your trembling body moving across their stiff lengths, "our pretty girl loves having her sweet little clit rubbed. Makes her come so hard, doesn't it Stevie? Poor baby can't help it when her daddies play with her clit, but it sure is cute to watch her try and fight it."

"So cute," Steve hummed in agreement, watching intently as your breaths began staggering, your little feet kicking weakly as your knees shook and struggled on either side of him. "Oh? Looks like she's getting close here," the blonde sang as he continued his skillful work over your slick, sticky nub. "Can feel her little pussy fluttering- what do you think, babydoll? You gonna be a good girl and come for your daddies?"

Watching as your buildup continued, Ari and Steve shared a knowing nod, both increasing the speed of their respective roles as their cocks pumped more vigorously inside you. This is the moment they had been waiting for; of course they were hoping to come as you did. A few orgasms had been forced from your trembling form earlier as you were held down by one and stretched out on the other's fingers, but this was meant to be the grand finale, the climax you would all share, whether you were willing or not.

"Can feel her squeezing us- she's getting close," Ari grunted as their dicks clapped lewdly into your dripping holes. "That's it, sweetheart. Come on, almost there..."

Your resistance was a losing game. As much as you fought and defied them each time, a sense of helplessness was never absent from within you; you knew you'd be forced to come. And with both of them thrusting into you at an almost immeasurable speed, and Steve's torturous hands working your clit the way he knew best, there was nothing for you to do but let them have their way with you. Eyes squeezing shut as your tummy tightened, your little toes curled as your orgasm was ripped from your faltering grasp. You came long and hard, Steve and Ari's triumphant words of praise merely echoes as heat and shocks of ecstasy overcame your exhausted body.

Warmth burst in your core as you were pumped full of both the men's come, Ari's fingers digging in almost painfully around your waist as their cocks swelled and sputtered within you. When you were finally coming down from your impressively long high, you let out a soft, broken cry as Steve finally eased your body down to rest limply against his front. "Shhh," you could hear him humming soothingly, someone's hand rubbing your back as you sniffled and sobbed into your captor's chest. "Easy pulling out of her," he was murmuring to Ari as the world seemed to slow around you.

"You're okay, baby. You were so good for us," the brunette was praising you softly from behind as he shifted a bit inside you, trying to measure how careful he needed to be as he and his partner now shifted their focus towards damage control.

"Don't cry, little one. Daddy's here, Daddy's got you," Steve kissed the top of your head as he cooed at you, his broad arms cradling you lovingly as you clung to him. You were desperate for any comfort and tenderness you could get at this point, even if it was straight from the hands of your abusers. This is usually how you wound up at the end of the day, a weeping mess in your daddies' arms, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 8 months ago

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blushing birthday

a/n: iihhh! first story in this slutty au! felt like this was a good place to jump off from. and also, i just wanna point this out because i nearly never do and perhaps some people don’t realise it, but if you have a thought, an idea, a wish or request in this au (or any other, my inbox is always open for requests) then feel free to click on my ask button and send it my way ♡

summary: “so, what I was thinking,” you tilted your head, “was that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?”

warnings: various x camgirl!reader, smut, porn au, college au, roommate!bucky barnes, roommate!steve rogers, roommate!curtis everett, ex!ransom drysdale, dilf neighbour!andy barber, reader's porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), friends with benefits, happy hippie fun poly vibes, curtis’ birthday, partying, alcohol consumption, kissing, masturbation, impact play, fingering, toys, edging, clothed sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, multiple orgasms, anal, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

word count: 3953

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The last rays of sunshine for the day streamed in through the half-drawn curtains and cast soft shadows across your form as you sat cross-legged on your mattress.

With your reach outstretched towards your laptop propped up on the chair situated at the foot of your bed, you clicked on the go live button and watched as a countdown appeared on the screen, overlaying your visage staring back at you as your gaze briefly flickered around to check your gear one last time.

Thanks to your three roommates who’d insisted on helping you upgrade your setup, there wasn’t just one, but two cameras pointing directly at you. One angle to catch all of your frame and one zoomed-in to capture a perfect close-up between your legs.

“Hey guys!” a warm smile swiftly dazzled your features as you watched the first few people jump at your notification, “good evening or good–, whatever time of day it is for you.”

The messages in the chat started rolling in, some with usernames you recognised and some you didn’t.

TheFrogo: Hi Cherry! How are you? Have you had a good day so far?

DrownByPussy: Omg you’re finally live! I’ve been hard all day knowing I’d get to see you today.

“Hi Frogo, yeah, I’ve had a pretty good day, but I’m hoping that it might get even better, because I’ve got something pretty fun planned for tonight,” your hands absentmindedly fidgeted along the length of your legs as you spoke, “so, today is a friend of mine’s birthday and–, wait,” you paused and leaned in closer to catch a better look of the scrolling messages, “I haven’t seen you write in the chat yet, but birthday boy, if you’re here, you better log off right now or you’ll ruin your surprise,” you warned, glancing straight into the camera, “I’ll give you five seconds get off,” a pointer finger then kissed each of your digits as you counted down, “five… four… three… two… one,” you squinted a moment longer before a giggle bubbled out, “okay, so now that it’s just us, I can tell you what I’ve got planned,” you switched up your seat, moving your legs to comfortably kneel on the mattress with your frame slightly turned at an angle for you to better see the screen, but retroactively grant everyone a view of the curve of your spine as the line swooped down over your waist and blossomed into the plush of your ass, sinfully on display in the pastel blue, mesh lingerie you wore, “there is one thing in particular that he has just been begging for… any guesses?”

A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Hmm… is it a particular fantasy? A little bit of roleplay action?

8inchStallion: Threesome?

“Nope. All fun suggestions, but no.”

TittyCokeKingXXX: Is it to bang in public?

Cream314159: How about anal?

“Cream! Yes! You guessed it!” you excitedly threw your hands up in the air, “it is anal that he’s been dreaming about.”

Ddadddy6969: I mean, who can blame him.

ItsBradBtch: Fucking same.

TearinYoBootyUp: Wish it was my birthday today so you’d let me fuck your tight little ass.

“So, what I was thinking,” you tilted your head, “was that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?”

KyleKyleson: Yes!

UrPervyDaddy398: Hell yeah, let’s get you ready to take that monster cock.

Casting a glance out of the nearby window, your eye couldn’t help but catch sight of the neighbouring house. It didn’t look like the divorced dad who resided there was home, though you still nevertheless searched for him. You weren’t completely clueless to his infatuation with you, though it had almost turned into a game, always trying to catch him peeping at you through the windows, or even taking it further by purposely wearing something skimpy when you’d go get the mail or other activities where you would know you’d bump into him. You didn’t judge him to be the type of man to ever really do anything about it, to actually reach out and grasp a wet dream of a girl so much his junior, but the teasing had become too much fun for you to stop, you were too far gone to draw the curtains closed now.

As a quiet jingle sounded from your speakers, indicating that someone had tipped you, your gaze flickered back towards the computer screen.

A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Is that the underwear set I bought you off your wishlist? You look even more gorgeous in it than I imagined.

“Oh, thanks A,” you let your palms graze down over the thin mesh, feeling your pussy clench as your touch brushed over your nipples poking through the baby blue material, “yeah, it is. It matches the dress I’m planning on wearing tonight, so I thought I’d be cute.”

Call_Me_Sir_844: Turn around, Cherry. Let us see it from the back.

“Yes, sir, of course,” you chuckled lightly before shifting around, purposely arching your back as you glanced over your shoulder.

729AlwaysHard: How is your ass even real?

Like1OfUrFrenchGrls: Damn, that butt is just begging for a spanking.

Raking your touch down your sides, you smirked, “oh, you want me to spank my ass?” before the jingle of a tip echoed from the computer, “alright, baby,” and like a cat, your frame scooped down, gliding on to all fours and sticking your bottom high up in the air, “how many do you think? Let’s say, highest tipper gets to decide, but please, be kind, I still have to be able to dance the night away tonight.”

TittyCokeKingXXX tipped $50 – 10 spanks, with a paddle

BootyLover47 tipped $35 – 4 spanks

MrHansen tipped $100 – 6 spanks

“Thank you guys,” you wiggled playfully for them, “and Mr. Hansen, wow, thank you so much!” you squeaked ecstatically, “well, I guess I better start counting then.”

After each smack your palm landed on your propped-up bottom, the coinciding number rolled off your lips till your ass was tingling and sore for all your viewers to see.

WinterIsCumming: Fuck, just seeing your little pussy through those panties… they’re soaked, aren’t they?

Gliding a hand down between your legs, your fingertips ghosted over the sheer fabric that clung to your core.

“They are, Winter,” you blinked up at the camera, “man, I wish you were here to give me a hand.”

NastyBoi: Show us that pretty little pussy, come on, don’t be shy now.

“You want me to take my underwear off for you? Take them off so that I can really play?”

And with the chimes of tips swiftly ringing in your ears, one of your fingers then hooked in the gusset and carefully peeled it to the side, letting it act as a frame as you momentarily teased them with just a glimpse of your glistening folds, before you slowly slid them off completely.

Eventually, after your slick digits had gotten a chance to warm you up and tease you till you were practically buzzing on both of the camera angles that now displayed you, as it hadn’t taken you very long till you switched to a split screen, both your face frozen in a silent moan and your pretty holes drooling for attention pressed up against one another, side by side on the stream, your fingers then reached for a toy, the pretty glass dildo you had picked out just before the show.

You first popped the toy in your mouth as you flipped around and relaxed back against your pile of pillows. Letting your gaze flicker over the downright filthy comments rolling across the screen, you sucked on the toy for a bit before pulling it out and letting it float down south.

“Fuck,” your eyes fluttered slightly as you rubbed the tip gently against your little rosebud, “oh, that feels so good.”

Cream314159: Yeah, Cherry, tease that little ass like a good slut.

8inchStallion: Fuck, you’re gonna make me blow my load soon if you keep looking like that.

Ddadddy6969: Has your fuck buddy really never had your ass before? Tbh kinda hard to believe considering what a whore you are for all of us. I love your anal shows, they’re always my favourite.

“I know, daddy,” a light giggle tore through your form, “I’m honestly kinda surprised as well, but no, it hasn’t happened yet.”

BongDong420: Wait, are you an anal virgin? Plot twist.

“No, no, I’m not, I love anal,” you sucked in a gentle gasp as you let just the tip of the toy breach your tight opening, “I just haven’t really done it yet with too many different people. Actually, I’ve only done it with one so far, now that I think about it,” you swiftly shook your head and forced your eyes to flicker to the messages to rid your thoughts of your ex.

Call_Me_Sir_844: Please open your mouth, I’m gonna cum!

“Oh, yes, please cum for me, sir,” you answered the comment and then let your lips part wide. As your tongue stuck out as well, a string of saliva soon dripped down as you waited, the spit colliding with your tits and running down your cleavage.

A_B_Cunt_Destroyer tipped $550 – Don’t let yourself cum. Edge yourself so that you can be all drippy and dumb for him like a good little present should be.

Since you and your roommates lived in a residential area too quiet for college ragers, some of the guys Steve and Bucky were on the football team with offered to throw the bash at their fraternity.

Music blared, nearly making the entire house rumble, as you walked around the place, searching for the one of your roommates who the party was in honour of.

Fiddling lightly with the hem of your silky dress as you peeked into the room where a rowdy game of beer pong was afoot, you still felt a little dizzy as desperation soaked through your ruined panties.

Though, as you checked the kitchen, a bulky frame bumped into you, though it wasn’t just any run-of-the-mill frat boy, incapable of watching where they went, it was the very last person you wished to lay your eyes upon.

“Y/n, hey,” the trust fund kid caught your arm before you could slip away.

“Ransom,” you couldn’t help but clench your jaw as you tried to free yourself of his hold, “hello.”

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here tonight.”

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” you nearly scoffed as you squinted up at him, “it’s my roommate’s birthday party.”

“Right, forgot you moved in with all of them, became just one of the boys…” as a beat of silence fell over him, he let his gaze then rake over your form, lapping up the soft blue material that draped across your curves, “you look good tonight, by the way.”

“I–…” your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a sigh, “Ransom, can we not? Just for tonight, can we not do all of this? Just let me be here, celebrate my friend, and then after that, if you so wish, we can get back to our regularly scheduled program. Just one night of peace, that’s all I’m asking for.”

His dark brows then furrowed as he cocked his head, “babe, come on–”

Cutting him off with a scoff, you spat, “I haven’t been your babe since you broke up with me.”

He had been all for landing a girl that was essentially a wet dream come true when it came to all of the sinful areas you were itching to explore with him, but what hadn’t been a part of his plans was having a girlfriend who wasn’t exclusively a slut for him and him alone. He’d told you to choose between him and your dirty little hobby, but to his surprise, you hadn’t even hesitated when you didn’t choose him.

A low sigh then puffed from his lungs, “fine.”

Heatedly ripping your arm free, you echoed, “fine,” before turning on your heel and exiting the kitchen.

Luckily, your search didn’t drag on too much further before you stumbled upon your celebrated friend.

“There you are!” you exclaimed, your voice ushering Curtis’ head to twist in your direction, his glance shifting from the pool table before him.

“Baby!” he swiftly threw open his inked arms and pulled you close, “hey!”

Hearing the heavy balls clank around on the table, you asked, “are you in the middle of a game or could I steal you away for a sec?”

“Nah, not this round,” he withdrew only ever so slightly, letting one of his arms stay draped over your shoulders, “what do you need?”

Pulling him with you in the direction of the wide staircase, you smirked, “I just have a present to give you…”

“Another one?” he blinked as you dragged him up the steps.

“Well, you deserve the world, so yes, you get another one this year,” you offered him a warm smile.

“Man,” he exhaled as you reached the upper level, “happy birthday to me,” a smirk spread across his features as he willingly let you push him into one of the rooms.

It was a study room filled with long communal desks, tall bookcases and velvet armchairs. It was also, thankfully, vacant of any other partygoers.

“Happy birthday, Curtis,” you didn’t waste any time, the door barely managed to slam behind you, before you yanked him in for a kiss.

It took him a second before he caught up with your sudden actions, but as soon as he did, a gentle giggle rumbled from his intoxicated form and vibrated against your lips as he enveloped his long arms around your frame.

Feet shuffling, your roommate soon bumped into one of the tables, lending him to half sit on it as you let your touch rake down his figure. Even with the swift and determined pace your desperation drove you to have, it still didn’t take that long for Curtis to be on the same page as you, and when your palm fluttered down to cup him through his pants, the tent twitched beneath your touch.

At first, when you then withdrew from the kiss, Curtis instinctively followed your disappearing lips till he noticed your knees buckling as you sank down onto the floor.

“This is so much better than losing at pool,” he gazed down at you between his thighs, nearly hypnotised as you tugged at his zipper.

“I’d sure hope so,” you nearly scoffed as you freed him of his binds, not hesitating to lean in and swipe your tongue silkily against the very tip of him as soon as you had the chance, “although, you know I never mind being a consolation prize.”

“Consolation prize?” his tone filtered through a soft groan as your fist enclosed around his base, twisting slightly as it jerked up to graze your mouth, “that’s not what you were last week.”

“Yeah, but that was different,” your giggle vibrated against him, “it’s okay, baby. Maybe next time we play at home you’ll get to win and show the others who’s boss,” you purred before your lips enveloped fully around his fat girth.

When spit and slobber soon bubbled out and dripped down onto your chest from your efforts, you got back up to your feet. As you let the back of your palm wipe a bit of the mess from your chin, you twisted your frame around and let your spine melt back against this broad chest.

As you felt Curtis’ fingers dig into your dress and hike it up, you rolled your hips back against him, nearly dizzy with want. Gliding a hand down between your thighs, you captured the sodden material, utterly ruined and clinging to your core, before you yanked it to the side, the leaky mess not yet ready to let go of the panties and spiderwebbing to where you pulled it to the side.

Reaching around, your grip captured his cock once again as you tilted him to teasingly brush through your folds, your activities from earlier made it almost pathetic how sloppy you got him in a matter of seconds.

As his lips pressed to your cheek in a hot kiss, you glanced over your shoulder to catch his eye and take in his reaction.

You didn’t warn him, nor say anything at all. Only a smirk glimmered on your lips as a forewarning before you led him away from the leaky entrance he naturally assumed you’d let him into, and instead arched your back and eased his slicked-up length into somewhere else.

“Oh–, holy shit,” his eyes flickered down to affirm what you were doing before blinking up at you in the assumption that it was a mistake, “baby, you’re–”

“I know,” you smiled at the way his chest heaved at the realisation.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Told you I had another present for you,” your gloating grin softened at the moan that slipped out as you sank down just a little further upon his dick.

His fingers dented both sides of your hips as you slowly let him feel more of you, “oh my god, you’re the fucking best…”

It was shallow at first, gentle as you controlled the pace, though still mind-meltingly intense as you fucked back against him till your knees began to wobble, feeling each and every little detail of his stretch your little ass out.

You felt his hot breath on the side of your face between the lazy pecks he planted there and occasionally veering further south to try and mark your neck up with his bites.

“O-oh, fuck,” you whimpered when one of his inked arms snaked around to your front and stretched down to rub your clit, swollen and throbbing between the pads of his rough fingers.

Since you’d backed away from the edge not too long before, its overwhelming return was swift and quickly rendered you a shivering mess in his arms as your rhythm came to a rest and the tight circles he drew over your puffy pearl pushed you into insanity.

Eyes still shut as you were panting for breath, you felt Curtis pluck up your chin and tilt it so that his lips could seize yours.

Though the blissful pause didn’t last very long before he manoeuvred you around, manhandling you into a new configuration, though all the while never slipping his cock out.

His palm was heavy against your back as he whirled you around and bent you over the table. Cheek smooshed against the smooth wooden surface, the thunderous snap his hips then offered caused the desk to rattle beneath you.

However, just as you sensed him begin to lose himself, burying his cock so deep inside of you that it caused you to see stars, the creaking sound of the door to the study swinging open sliced through the lewd harmonies already filling the room.

Even though you couldn’t really glance over your shoulder to see who it was that entered, the recognisable voices that then found your ears calmed your worries about why Curtis’ pace for some reason hadn’t slowed down in the slightest.

“No, I’m not kidding, that’s really what–, oh,” Bucky’s sentence paused as soon he spotted you, “hello you two.”

You attempted to tilt your head against the table as the last of your roommates came into view, shut the door behind them and stepped closer.

As you reached out a wobbly hand to grasp Steve’s, he sweetly caught it in his and chuckled at your cock drunk visage, “hey.”

“Hmm–, hi…” you attempted to greet them, Bucky swiftly bending down to briefly be at your height, letting his fingers brush some of your hair out of your face as Curtis’ efforts jolted your frame against the table at every feverish thrust.

“Was wondering where you guys were,” Steve held onto your hand a little longer as his glance met the blissful gaze of the man who was balls deep inside of you, “I thought she already gave you her little present.”

“You knew?” Curtis tilted his chin, to which you tried to explain with a mumble, though one of your roommates didn’t hesitate to playfully ask you to clarify.

“I’m sorry what was that? You’re being too much of whore right now for me to understand you,” Bucky pressed a peck to your brow before straightening back up, “look, I would have totally told you man, but she threatened us not to ruin the surprise.”

“Yeah, said that if you didn’t get to take a dip first, then none of us ever would,” Steve added.

“Aw,” you felt Curtis kneed your bottom as he slammed into you, “you’d really have done that?”

“I did say you deserve the world, so yeah,” you managed to squeak.

“It’s so cute how sappy birthdays make you,” Bucky smirked, “such a shame not one of us even hesitates to exploit it.”

As one hand stayed glued to the curve of your ass, his thumb hooked in your underwear to grant not only him but the rest a perfect view of just how well you took him, Curtis’ other hand then stretched out to grasp the half-empty beer that Steve handed him, briefly taking a swig before handing it back.

“Yeah, she really is just such a good little girl, aren’t you?” Steve found a seat on one of the nearby chairs.

“Mhm…” you barely caught sight of how both of them palmed themselves for an ounce of relief.

Sitting down as well, Bucky squinted cockily back at you as your hazy eyes briefly caught his, “what was that, sweetheart?”

“I’m a–,” you blubbered as Curtis’ cock stretched you so wide that you even felt it press against the sweet spots in your throbbing pussy, “I’m a g-good girl–”

“Yes, you are, baby, that’s right,” Curtis chuckled warmly behind you before offering your ass a swift slap, “the fucking best.”

“Oh, oh! She’s so close to cumming, I can see it!” Bucky exclaimed in an almost mocking tone as your eyes began to roll, “just look at that face,” he nearly jumped to get closer, “so fucking pretty.”

“Come on, Y/n,” Steve leaned back in his seat and squeezed his hard-on as he stared at your fucked out form, “give us a good show. Make it good for the birthday boy.”

Although, unfortunately, you were already too far gone by then to take any of their lewd comments into account as you tumbled over the edge, floating in the sea of your cheering roommates as a soundtrack.

After your friend had emptied himself into your haven, he simply slid your panties back into place so that his cum could leak out of you for the rest of the party and ruin your sheer underwear completely, perhaps even give up entirely and run down your shaky legs for all to see.

Bending down to smother you back to life with kisses, you also felt Curtis’ arms tangle around you as he hugged you and slowly lifted you off of the table.

“You wanna go down and dance?” his low timbre tickled the shell of your ear.

“Just give me a second,” you breathed through your hazy smile as you fought to blink your eyes back open, “my legs will first have to start working again. Maybe you could take over the music for a second and queue up something slow,” you light-heartedly suggested with an airy chuckle.

“Don’t you worry, baby,” Bucky smirked from across the table, “we’ll help keep you upright.”

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